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suzyandthefox · 2 months

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Clarification, Apologies,A word for the community, and Blog Updates..

On 31st of July, around a week ago, A situation involving some users, myself included, happened, causing me to go on a temporary hiatus for a week, as it was handled indelicately and caused a lot of harm to users who never asked to be a part of it.

For the sake of privacy and not stirring the pot again, I will not name any of the users.

I should clarify that English is not my first language, so there might be grammatical mistakes in this.

TLDR: I was careless and I reblogged from NSFW blogs not knowing they were NSFW blogs, causing harassment to other members of the community. I have deleted these reblogs and I decided to not reblog anything on this blog for the safety of everyone.

Elaboration under break:

It started when an user, who I will not name, made a callout post about me. They screenshotted reblogs I made, and while I still believe that that user fully intended to cause drama instead of addressing any real issue, they were right in calling my mistakes out.

Throughout several months, I have reblogged from NSFW accs, even though I have a bold NSFW DNI on the top of my blog. I have also reblogged from an MDNI account multiple times despite having minors on my blog, endangering both parties.

I have since blocked these accounts and deleted these reblogs. However,that doesn't undo the damage I already did.

I know I have problems with many social skills, like social cues and etiquette. I do have Autism and ADHD after all. This led to, when I was reblogging things that I found cool, me accidentally missing many of the signs that most would have seen. I didn't realize what was happening until someone told me.

At the moment of the discourse, this blog had 194 followers (202 as I write this). In any other social media platform, this number means you're basically invisible, and so that's the logic I went with. I thought nobody saw this blog so I was lenient with my content, treating this blog as my personal shitposting place.

However, after this discourse,I realized that I am being seen on Tumblr. That unfortunately was at the cost of accidentally hurting innocent users who never asked to be a part of this, along with ruining my mental health for a while.

There have been kind hearted users who defended me, and users who told me that I am being looked up to and that I am a well respected member of the community, which is something I will remember for the rest of my life.

What I am trying to say is, I fucked up. Badly. Yet despite that, the community has given me a second chance, proven by the fact that I wasn't blocked or unfollowed (Quite the opposite actually)

I now understand the responsibility that I have and that I need to be very careful with what I post, especially since I have made the choice to let minors interact with this blog. I now understand I must look after them because of that.

I apologize so much for everyone that has been hurt by this. I won't ask for forgiveness. I only ask that everyone knows that I have acknowledged my mistakes and I promise to better myself in the future.

I am a human and I make mistakes, please don't ever be afraid to tell me when I do something wrong. (Tell me, by messaging or commenting. Please not by making a call out post on me, since this has proven to hurt more than help others.)

I made this blog to be a safe place to enjoy a certain trope without getting hurt, and I want to live up to that. For the safety of everyone, me included, I will make some changes to this blog.

Changes:

1: No more reblogs

This blog was handled indelicately, and unprofessionally, and I decided that I will change that, I will make this blog into an Art/Writing blog first and foremost, With prompt posts being a second priority.

The only exception to this will be fanworks or fanfics or things that are directly made for me/things I am mentioned in, I will tag them accordingly depending on content.

2: This blog is now +16

Yes, I interacted with users younger than 16 before, Yes,I have followers who are less than 16. I have thought about it deeply and I realized that for the sake of not hurting anyone, and if I wanted to be more comfortable around this blog, then I need to keep people who are slightly closer to my age range, Instead of censoring myself,

that's because I have taken a liking to (Nonsexual) fatal vore and gore, I want to make similar content in the future, as well as other darker topics.

I will not block anyone who is younger than 16, but I will not directly interact with you anymore, even if I'm not responsible for your actions, it's just to be safe.

Now I need to make some things clear:

I am not a minor so I can interact with MDNI blogs and they can interact if they wish to. As long as they're SFW

But, again, I will not reblog from them for the safety of those who are minors following my blog.

Vore is nonsexual for me and I don't want my work to be sexualised, especially because I depict myself in it.

I have absolutely nothing against people who are into it sexually, I just don't want my work in these circles.

I can't control how my work is perceived and where it goes, however my blog is SFW (In the sense that there's nothing graphic or sexual on it), meant for people who are also interested in that content, and so I don't want to see people who think it's “hot” here.

I am not responsible for anyone's actions on this blog, I am not responsible for people who find my content weird or sexual or whatever,I am not responsible for the minors on this blog, I am not responsible for my mutuals, I am only responsible for my own actions.

This community has been extremely supportive of me, and there have been people who comforted me during this whole situation, without them I probably would've deleted my blog from sheer panic.

I owe these people my life, thank you so much for being on my side.

I hope that one day, my blog can be a source of comfort too.

Thank you for reading and I hope you guys have a wonderful day!

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Where the Sky Opens Up to Everything | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @notyour-valentine

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader (pre-war)

Summary: Tommy and (Y/N) get away from the smoke and the dirt of Small Heath, where Tommy is finally able to clear his mind for a moment.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of/coping with the loss of a parent, injuries

Word Count: 3477

A/N: it was so fun to be able to write a bit of pre-war Tommy again…he’s just so fun to explore. I took inspiration from a line in the song called Darling by Zach Bryan - it’s italicized in the story. I also took inspiration from this set of pictures…it’s what I imagine the field to look like. Enjoy! :)

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-1910-

(Y/N) was sitting in the front room when the sound of incessant knocking began ringing through the otherwise quiet home. It made her jump and her heart rate immediately quickened as she stood from the chair and cautiously walked to the door, wondering who could be on the other side of it.

The knocking didn't cease until she opened the door, coming face to face with her boyfriend: Thomas Shelby. He was out of breath and looking worse for wear with his bottom lip split and a cut above his right eyebrow. (Y/N) gasped at the sight of him.

"Can I come in?" he asked in a hurried manner, glancing over his shoulder down the street before focusing on her again.

"What's happened to you, Tommy?" she asked a question of her own, shock still ruling her expression.

"I'll tell you when we get off of the street," he didn't elaborate, still set on getting away from the public eye, "let me in, please, love."

(Y/N) peered around Tommy to see if she could gain some details for herself, but nothing but an empty street stood behind him. She looked at his pleading eyes again, her grip on the door handle tightening. Their gaze was held for a few moments before (Y/N) let out the breath she'd been holding in. "Come in," she said to him, stepping aside as she spoke. Tommy said nothing as he hurried into the house, taking it upon himself to quickly shut the door behind him. "Will you tell me what's happened to you now?" she asked as soon as he'd turned to face her again, her arms now crossed over her chest.

A defeated sigh escaped his lips before he said anything. He knew she wasn't going to give it up, so there was nothing he could do now besides tell the truth. "I got into a fight," he began, hanging his head slightly as a huff escaped his lips.

"Again?" (Y/N) wished she didn't sound surprised...this had become a common occurrence recently.

"It was a few guys around the shop...talking bad about my family," he explained the reason behind the situation.

"Oh, Tommy..." (Y/N)'s sentence trailed off into a sigh, knowing full well that family was a weakness of Tommy's.

"I wasn't going to stand there and let them continue on with it," he continued, sticking up for himself.

"I know you weren't," she agreed with him, moving through the living room then so that she could go into the kitchen and get what she needed.

"Where are you going?" Tommy asked after her, craning his neck slightly so that he could catch a glimpse of her through the archway.

"I'm getting what I need to clean you up," she told him, returning to the living room with her hands full of some towels and a bowl. "Sit and let me see," she instructed after she'd placed the things down on the side table next to the couch.

Tommy obliged, perching himself against the arm of the couch so that he could be sitting slightly lower than (Y/N). He watched as she dipped one of the towels into the bowl of water and brought it up to his face. She then gently took hold of his chin with her free hand and began dabbing the cut above his eyebrow, grimacing when he winced from the contact.

"I'm trying to be gentle," she said softly, going to get more water so that she could move onto his lip.

"I know you are," he answered her, watching her actions intently as she began to clean off his lip.

"You're still bleeding," she commented, a worried look flashing across her face as she grabbed one of the other towels. "Hold this above your eye and keep pressure on it," she instructed him then, bringing the cloth up to rest it against his cut.

"Yes, ma'am," he obeyed her order, a slight grin on his face as he tested the waters.

"Don't you start," she clocked his teasing, biting back her grin as she sent him a stern look, "and don't you answer me with 'yes ma'am' again," she managed to get in just as he opened his mouth. He closed it in response and she shook her head, knowing that that was what he was about to do.

A comfortable silence fell between them then as she continued to clean off his lip. Thankfully the cut was superficial and only stretched the exterior section of his lip. His teeth and the inside of his mouth remained unharmed. She took hold of the towel he'd been pressing to his forehead once she was finished with his lip, carefully examining the wound that had, thankfully, stopped bleeding.

"This looks deep, Tommy," she said, wincing slightly as she tried to determine the severity of it, "you might need stitches."

"I'll be fine," he brushed her off, making her send him a deadpanned look in response.

"You'll have a scar for the rest of your life," she warned him of the consequences.

"It's not the first one I'll have gotten," he reminded her. She sighed at his stubbornness.

"At least let me bandage it for now," she offered.

Footsteps were heard coming down the steps before Tommy could give his response.

"Shit," (Y/N) breathed, her heart rate picking up for the second time in this short span of time.

Her mother walked through the archway, into the front room a matter of seconds later. "Oh my, what's going on here?" she asked as she took in the scene she'd been greeted with.

"Nothing, mum, it's just..."

"What's happened to you, Tommy?" she cut (Y/N) off, her face scrunching together in worry when she saw his injuries.

"Nothing major, Mrs. (Y/L/N)...just caught the curb the wrong way," Tommy offered up a lie, saying it as if he was reciting his name. (Y/N) inwardly sighed at his made up story.

"Oh goodness, that's never fun. You should watch where you're walking next time," she took the bait, offering her sympathy as well as a possible remedy for the situation.

"I'll remember that," he said with a nod and a charming smile, making (Y/N) want to sigh again for the fact that he basically had her mother in the palm of his hand. She loved him because he always said what she wanted to hear.

"Could you get me a bandage from the aid kit, mum?" (Y/N) asked, and her mother nodded before hurrying off to the powder room to grab what was needed. "Thank you," she said after the supplies were sat down on the side table. Her mother nodded before telling them that she'd be in the kitchen if anything else was needed.

(Y/N) watched her leave the room before she began working on applying the bandage to the cut on Tommy's forehead.

"Finished?" Tommy asked once she'd stepped back from him. (Y/N) only nodded, making Tommy stand from the arm of the couch and move over to where a mirror was hung on the wall. He looked at his appearance for a moment before turning and coming back to where (Y/N) was standing. "Thank you, love," he said to her, hooking his arms around her waist so that he could pull her into his frame.

(Y/N) reached out and grabbed his cheeks the second she realized that he was leaning in. "Your lip, Tommy," she said to him, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Just let me kiss you," he brushed her worry off, "please?" he then raised his eyebrows for added effect.

(Y/N) sighed, rolling her eyes at his stubbornness before she leaned in and pecked his lips. She smiled at the slight pout that was present when she pulled away. "That's all you're getting," she told him.

"We'll see about that," he remarked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Tell me more about what happened," she changed the topic of conversation, reaching behind her to unhook his hands from her waist. She looked down at them once she got them, a frown forming at the sight she was met with. "I didn't clean up your knuckles," she commented, happy that her mother hadn't seen them. They'd throw the tripping on the curb story right out the window.

"Me knuckles are fine," he brushed her off, squeezing her hands as an extra assurance. (Y/N) glanced over at him before she brought both of his hands up to her lips and kissed each of them gently. Her actions made a soft smile form on Tommy's lips. He truly didn't deserve her.

"Tell me," she urged him again once their hands had dropped away.

Tommy exhaled a sigh, knowing that she wouldn't let her original mission go that easily. She was stubborn like him in that sense. "There isn't much to tell...a few men were next to the shop; talking of how me family's good for nothing; of how me father's a deadbeat, of how me mum, she..." he stopped, choking on the lump that had been rising up his throat. He cleared his throat before attempting to continue, hoping that his voice wouldn't fail him, "they weren't wrong about him..."

"You can't give them that satisfaction, Tommy," (Y/N) sighed, her heart hurting for him. He'd backed himself into a terrible place and now fought to keep appearances.

"I couldn't just stand and take it either," he offered her the way of thinking on the opposite side of the coin, "they were talking about me family."

(Y/N) nodded, knowing the truth behind his statement. It was evident that he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Just try..." she trailed off for a second, shaking her head and sighing at the thought of what she was about to say, "try not to let them rough you up as much next time."

Tommy chuckled at her statement, knowing that that was something he couldn't wholeheartedly promise. "I'll try," he answered her anyway, squeezing her hands again before he leaned in and stole another kiss from her lips.

He grinned at the look she was giving him when he pulled away, knowing that he was about to get a talking to for kissing her again. But she said nothing in response, instead shaking her head as a smile graced her lips.

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"(Y/N)...it's good you're here," Arthur said after he opened the door to find the person he called standing on the stoop of the home.

"Where is he, Arthur?" (Y/N) asked, stepping inside and following him deeper into the house.

"On the sofa," he answered, nodding over to the person he was talking about as they entered the living room, "I pulled him out of the pub before he could get any worse...he was already fixin' to fight some men there," he shared some more information about what Tommy had been doing.

"Thank you," (Y/N) sighed, smiling at the young man, who left the room then after, before she turned to her boyfriend. "What have you done this time, Tommy?" she asked with a sigh, telling just from how he was slumped on the couch that he'd had one too many to drink.

"I can't tell you," he shook his head, wanting to spare her of the details.

This time, she actually let him. "This has to stop...how many times have you turned up like this over these last few weeks?" she asked another question, her hands falling to her hips.

"Not now, love..." he groaned, pressing his palms into his eye sockets in hopes to quell the dull ache he was already feeling.

"Too many, times, Tommy...too many times," she answered the question for him, "you need to stop, and I know that that's easier said than done, and I know things haven't been quite right since your mum passed, but this can't be how you go on," she continued, her voice becoming shaky as she showed how much she cared for him, "this isn't you, and I know that it isn't."

"(Y/N)..." he trailed off, letting out a dejected sigh as he looked away from her. He was unable to hold her eyes; the emotions in them made him feel more guilty than he already was.

"Here's what we're going to do..." she started off, sitting down on the couch next to him so that she could take hold of his hand and make him look in her direction, "you're going to sober up and we're going to get out of this city for some time," she explained her plans to him.

"And go where, love?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited to hear more of her plan.

"I've got the keys to my family's cottage. We'll go out into the country...the fresh air out there will clear your mind," she explained, removing one of her hands from his so that she could fish the keys she'd taken out from the pocket of her skirt to show him.

"They gave 'em to you?" he asked her, surprise present in his voice. There was no way her parents would give two slightly older than teenagers free reign over their vacation cottage.

"I took them," she corrected him with a grin, her words and expression making his own grin grow.

"I love you," he breathed, chuckling slightly.

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True to her plans, (Y/N) and Tommy set off on the trip to her family's cottage the next morning. (Y/N) suggested walking, but Tommy had a better idea; he'd managed to charm his Uncle Charlie into using a horse for the trip. They arrived as the sun was setting, and Tommy made quick work of getting a fire lit so that they wouldn't grow cold as the night went on.

He woke up the next morning with (Y/N)'s head resting on his chest, her hair splayed out over his shoulder. He smiled warmly at her as he gently combed his fingers through her locks.

It amazed him that she was still by his side, even after all that he'd done. Things hadn't been easy now that both of his parents were gone. He had to step up and work to provide for his siblings so that they wouldn't go hungry. Sometimes 'providing' meant dipping into things that were illegal...Tommy wasn't entirely too proud of it, but they usually brought in more money than honest work. She came from a good family; had a home life that was the complete opposite of his. He had no idea what she saw in him, but he wasn't about to bring light to it.

"Whatcha thinking about?" her sweet voice broke into his thoughts, making him look down to meet her eyes.

"You," he answered, craning his neck to press a kiss to the top of her head.

"Good thoughts I hope," she said with a smile, lifting her head to rest her chin on his pectoral.

"Always," he smiled back at her, his answer making her let out a soft giggle.

"We should get up," she spoke through a yawn, sitting up and scooting closer to him.

"Why?" Tommy groaned slightly, wanting to stay this close to her for as long as possible.

"Because you've got to see the grounds this cottage has," she answered him, not budging when he took hold of her arm and tried to pull her down on top of him. "Come on, Tommy," she attempted to coax him again, brushing her hands through his raven-colored hair.

"Leavin' this bed is the last thing I'm gonna want to do if you keep doin' what you're doin'," he stated, a lazy grin gracing his face as he looked up at her.

"It'll do you good though," she ignored his suggestive statement, persisting with her cause.

"I can think of some other things that'll do me good," he persisted with his cause.

"Thomas," she huffed, unable to keep the grin from her face as she tried, and failed, to be affected by his cheeky behavior, "I'm getting out of bed and you should too," she said then, flipping the covers off of her so that she could stand.

"Wait," he called after her, grabbing her hand so that he could spin her back to him and match his lips with hers. "Needed a kiss first," he mumbled against her lips before pressing his to them again.

"Get up," she mumbled against his lips, kissing him another time.

"I will," he answered her, stealing one last kiss before she pulled away for good and finally got off the bed.

They got dressed then, stealing glances at each other before finally making their way outside. Nothing much was said as they walked hand in hand through the tree-covered grounds. It wasn't long until they got to an opening, where the trees gave way to glorious, golden fields of flowers and rolling hills that went on as far as the eye could see.

"This what you wanted to show me?" Tommy asked as the two got themselves comfortable up against the trunk of a tall tree.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, a smile on her face as she settled in against Tommy's chest, "my dad always says that it's the place where the sky opens up to everything."

Tommy hummed in agreement to her statement, smiling softly as she brushed her fingernails over the skin of his forearm. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax despite everything that was running through his mind. A peaceful silence fell around them as they took in the nature surrounding them. It was easy to get lost in the reverie of the sunlight and the sound of the birds chirping. It felt like they were the only two people on the planet, and that was something that Tommy took solace in.

"Do you think that she's still proud looking down?" Tommy wondered aloud, his mind slipping to his mother's memory again.

She'd been on his mind a lot lately. The pain of losing her was still there; clawing its way through him to get itself to the surface. His attempts to push it away often had bad intentions and consequences, but he still hoped that he was watching down on him with a smile.

"She is," (Y/N) cut into Tommy's thoughts with her answer, a certainty present in her words.

"Yeah?" he checked, a hopeful glint in his eye as he turned his head slightly to look at her.

"Yeah, she is," she affirmed with a slight nod, "she's still proud of you, Tommy. I know she is. She may not be proud of the fights that you've been getting into, but I'm sure she sees what you're doing for your family...how you're fighting to provide for them," she elaborated then, a smile on her face as she watched his eyes soften, his guard falling completely down.

There was a brief pause in their conversation as they looked out at the fields around them. "I feel closer to her out here," Tommy broke the silence as he quietly spoke out his thoughts. (Y/N) said nothing in response, instead choosing to turn and face him so that she could wrap her arms around his torso in a tight hug. He accepted it, holding onto her tightly as he kept his eyes focused on the field ahead of him. "I'll get better, love," he whispered into her hair after a few more moments passed, "I'll stop the fighting...I'll throw myself into the business. I'll make things better," he promised her.

(Y/N) lifted her head from his chest to look at him once he was finished speaking. A smile formed on her face as she nodded slightly, "I know you will," she told him before she leaned in and pressed a languid kiss to his lips.

Tommy held her to him, pressing a few more kisses to her lips before letting her go so that she could settle into his side once more. The two sat in the peaceful silence for some more time before deciding to take a walk further into the field.

The rest of their day, and several day trip for that matter, was spent roaming the grounds of the cottage. Tommy picked (Y/N) several bouquets of flowers, and (Y/N) managed to get them lost a handful of times as she tried to remember the trails she used to hike with her family.

Each night they'd find themselves tucked up against the large tree, watching the sunset over the rolling hills; where the sky opened up to everything.

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synnamonroll666 · 5 months

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Can you Josh x black female reader whose feeling a little insecure so they have mirror sex while he tells her especially and in GREAT detail what he likes about her??

Tell Me You're Beautiful

Pairing: Josh Washington x Black Fem!Reader Description: After a full day of no replies to his texts, Josh went to his girlfriend's house to find her hiding in her room. After learning that insecurities are keeping her in bed and none of the usual compliments working to cheer her up, he decided to show her how he sees her in a different way... Warnings: Angst, Reader Is Very Insecure, Self-Hatred, Smut, Soft Dom!Josh, Mirror Sex, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex But No Creampie, Third Person POV, Specific Descriptions Of The Reader. (If I Missed Any Tags, Let Me Know.) Word Count: 2k A/N: I'm so sorry this too so long but if any of you follow me, you know I'm indecisive as fuck with editing. 😂 Also, someone requested another black fem!reader on my other blog, about Josh and the reader playing 7 minutes in heaven. They asked if I could make it spicy so I'm going to do that one on this blog instead since this is my smut one. So if that anon is reading this, just know that I did get your request and I am working on it. And to the anon who requested this fic, I hope you enjoy it. I may have went a little more dramatic with it than intended but I tried my best. 😅🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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She laid curled up in bed, a large hoodie covering her form and a look of sadness pulling down her features. Her phone had been blowing up all day. Friends asked her to go on outings, and her boyfriend, who was concerned by her absence.

It was 3 p.m. when she heard a knock at her bedroom door. Figuring it was only her mother, she gave acceptance to them entering, only to be left dumbfounded when her boyfriend, Josh, came through with a very worried expression on his face.

"Josh, please! I need to be alone right now." She expressed this while pulling the blanket up her chest, subconsciously wanting to hide away from his watchful eyes.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" He asked while stepping into the room, despite her protest.

He immediately came to her side, concern evident in his features. He was always one to care—always so quick to throw everything out the window and run to her beck and call. He was always her hero, even if he was the one who needed saving. But that wasn't important now. What really mattered was fixing whatever had her so broken down.

"Please, (Y/N)... Tell me what's wrong." He practically begged, just hoping it was nothing too big that he couldn't fix. Even then, he would go to great lengths to at least make it better.

"It's just..." She choked out, her voice barely above a whisper, as her brown eyes gazed up at him through her tears. He nodded his head while taking her small hands in his own, urging her to continue. And with a deep breath, she finally got what's been killing her inside off her chest. "I can't stand myself..."

Josh could only respond with a quiet "Huh?" not fully understanding what she had meant. She shook her head, not wishing to elaborate but finally finding the words after releasing a subtle sigh.

"I can't even look at myself. I'm not like those girls in the magazines. I'm not special." She admitted it shamefully, wiping her tears away with the sleeve of her hoodie as she did so.

Josh understood these feelings. Despite his confident demeanor, he was just as insecure as most people. Hell, maybe even more. He hated that she felt this gut-wrenching feeling. However, he knew he could remedy this.

"You're wrong." He stated it firmly, his voice now so strong and confident, it caused her to do a double take back in his direction. "You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Most guys would give their left nut to be with you."

She scoffed at his comment and rolled her eyes. "You're just saying that..."

Though she appreciated his efforts, it would take more to convince her just how beautiful she really was. Josh knew this and made a vow within his mind that he would do everything in his power to prove it to her—to make her see herself through his eyes.

"Stand up." He then demanded. The command took her by surprise, though she obeyed his order, standing to her full height. It didn't do much, though, as he still towered over her by quite a lot. His height was always something she admired about him. It made her feel safe.

He took her by the arm and pulled her in front of her full-body mirror. Her gaze dropped, reluctant to look at the image reflected before her. She didn't want to see it—the reflection of the girl she, unfortunately, was. Josh shook his head at this.

"Look." he demanded firmly.

A mere minute passed of her not daring to do what she was told before he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. Though it was a startling gesture, his touch was soft and gentle, as if she were fine glass in his large hands. Her eyes began to tear up as she looked at herself, seeing nothing but flaws before her.

"Tell me what you see." His voice came out a little softer than before, but it was still nothing less than the demand he gave right before.

"Just a girl..." She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head again, slightly frustrated that she didn't understand what he was trying to show her. But he knew this would take more work. He knew what he had to do.

"Take your clothes off."

Her lips fell agape as she looked at his reflection, astonished that he would ask such a thing. Though she really didn't want to see herself naked, she was intrigued. Though the request was rather suggestive, the look in his soft, green orbs told a different story—one that told her that his intentions were not crude.

She pulled her hood back, the coils in her soft hair falling gracefully over her shoulder as she did so. His eyes lit up, and he reached out to tuck a few strands behind her ear to admire her face.

Then she pulled it over her head, revealing her white tank top beneath. His fingers grazed her soft shoulders as she toyed with the hem of her shirt, not knowing if she wanted to do such a thing at this moment.

"Show me," he coaxed her in a soft tone before pressing a soft kiss on her tear-soaked cheek.

With a shaky breath, she pulled her tank top over her head. Her soft breasts bounced slightly as they were freed from the confinement of their fabricated prison, and Josh couldn't help but smirk just a little as he watched. He was still a man, after all.

Then, she found the courage to remove her shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor in a messy pile with her hoodie and tank top. Without skipping a beat, Josh reached up and turned the knob on her lamp, putting her under what felt like a literal spotlight. Her stomach twisted into knots as she folded her arms across her chest, not wanting Josh to see her flaws that were so obvious under the bright light.

But then she felt his hands on her shoulders once more, squeezing ever so slightly. She looked up to see him watching her through the mirror, his eyes glimmering with love. He removed one hand from her shoulder, and soon, the sound of a belt buckle being opened was heard.

She didn't know how she ended up in this situation anymore, but something about it felt pleasant. She was with the man she loved. And though she was in this uncomfortable position, she knew she was in good hands.

Josh entered her from behind, letting out a trembling breath as he pushed every inch into her tight hole. She bit her plump lip, trying hard not to moan like a pornstar already. Though she knew it was something Josh loved.

Once he was inside her fully, he retracted his hips before pushing in again with more force. She almost fell forward—face nearly clashing with the glass before her—but Josh was quick to scoop an arm around her frame, pulling her close to his chest.

He found himself a steady rhythm and watched her reaction through the reflection, enjoying how her lips turned all pouty as she moaned or how her eyes went watery and lidded from the pleasure. That's when he decided to do his work. Of course, fucking her insecurities away wasn't going to work. He needed to do more.

He let his lips graze the shell of her ear and whispered, "Wanna know what I see?"

Her eyes opened at that, not knowing how to respond. She was still half-intoxicated by the arousal she felt to even comprehend exactly what he meant by that. Smirking at her distracted nature, Josh decided to continue anyway.

"I see a beautiful, strong goddess of a woman." He groaned, his breath hitching in his throat, when her soaked pussy squeezed him. It was clear she was enjoying the praise, so he continued on, wanting to show his girl just how amazing she was. "You're so soft—so tight. Everything about you is perfect."

Her cheeks warmed up from this treatment, flustering her mind and clouding it with something new besides pleasure. She wanted to collapse in his embrace—to just let go of all her worry and let him be the one to guide her to the light. Josh's words brought her back to reality for a short moment, only to send her crashing into bliss once more.

"The way your hair smells and feels," he said, burying his face into her soft coils, inhaling deeply to take in her scent.

"Your skin, the perfect shade of chocolate, and how it's just as sweet," he kissed her neck, his tongue swirling around the pulse, earning a heavenly moan from her trembling lips.

His hips faltered for a moment, as her sounds rang through his ears like the song of a goddess, the one he knew she was.

"How your gorgeous brown eyes reflect your warm personality." He grabbed her chin between his thumb and index finger once more to turn her head so he could gaze down into her orbs with a tender look to show his sincerity.

Her dark eyes brightened under the small light as she looked up at him, showing off all the beautiful shades of brown within her iris. They not only show the unique patterns but also her shimmering soul—like an angel in heaven's light.

"I love how they tell me your every want and desire." With that being said, he reached a hand down, two fingers brushing against her clit. The brief and subtle contact was enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head, and his smile broadened, knowing damn well that he was successful. He pushed her face back to the mirror, holding it there to force her eyes on herself. "Now tell me how beautiful you are."

"I-I'm beautiful..." She murmured through ragged breaths, not realizing her words. It worked like some sort of hypnosis in a way, subconsciously putting the message into her mind through pleasure.

"Louder," he demanded, his fingers finding purchase on her swollen little bud to rub tight circles around it.

"I'm b-beautiful!" She groaned as her body began shaking under his intoxicating touch.

Josh gritted his teeth as his cock throbbed within her, begging for release. He was so close, but he knew she was as well. He wanted his angel to make it to the edge first, with the message of how amazing she was engraved in her mind.

"Louder!" He shouted through his clenched canines, pushing his cock harder and deeper within her with each sloppy thrust.

"I'm beautiful!" She cried out as tears streamed down her face.

And like a wildfire, that intense sensation burning within her core spread throughout her body. He held her close as she rode through her high on his dick, keeping her in his warm embrace as he worked her through it.

When she squeezed his member, he couldn't hold on any longer. He pulled out and released his load onto her ass, nearly cumming a second time from how hot the sight was before him. It was like marking her, in a way—claiming her as his.

As he admired her body while coming down from his high, her eyes remained on herself through that reflection on the now-steamy glass. She wiped her hand over the cool surface to clear her vision of herself, and she continued to stare as her chest rose and fell with each soft breath she took.

"I'm beautiful..." She whispered, now believing that statement as it fell from her lips.

Josh wrapped his arms around her frame after brushing a few stray coils from her face. He pressed a soft kiss on her temple and then rested his head atop hers while gazing into her warm eyes through the mirror.

"You're not just beautiful," He murmured, admiring the goddess in his grasp and all her stunning features. "You're perfect, babe."

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#until dawn #until dawn josh #josh washington #josh washington x reader #josh washington smut #SynnamonsSpicyFics

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DEAD HAND

An intro post for yours truly, the one and only! Me! :3

Call me dead! Or hand! It's whatever idrc. Is it a name? Is it not? You don't get to know that. Valence also works! (Or ▽4↳∋πϽ⋿)

I'm immature and I know it and I rock it. How old am I? Who give a shit! (24)

I'm not putting my interests and skills on a platter for you. You gotta figure that out yourself! Also I forgor.

I bite! Violently!

I'M NOT JOINING YOUR ONLINE FAMILY FUCK OFF.

I died but I got better.

OOC: ehehehe. silly general purpose fandom oc self insert thingy... Interactions open to anyone as long as they aren't a bigot. If I don't like your vibes for any reason I will just block you lmao. If anything I do bothers you please tell me incredibly bluntly. Also, if something bothers me OOC, I will stop and tell you. This is important to remember because Handy has... Issues. My name is Sigil by the way!! he/him it/its.

Please assume that any post without a [Title] is a blog post, and not in-person. I may ignore you if you decide to turn a blog post into an in-person out of nowhere- but if you want to do something in-person, please just ask?

In-person posts are going to have the start/first response from me tagged as against the skin (in person tag)

If you have questions or comments OOC, please feel free to dm me i LOVE attention lol.

Matching/connected to @t4ct1c4l-fluk3

Follow/like from @land-upon-the-moon-and-weep

To elaborate slightly on Handy's issues. Jealousy - Handy gets jealous very easily. Absolutely a fatal flaw. Isolated - Handy hasn't been the most included or liked throughout his life. Hope Crushed Romantic - Handy has never had a stable romantic relationship, and all of his past ones have ended badly. He no longer holds any hope of finding a stable one, and may try to avoid commitment. Mania - Handy's villain arc was a manic episode. He may or may not have more of those. They will all be exaggerated, because I think it's fun to write. Delusion - Also in his villain arc, Handy did end up getting a bit delusional. Not tiktok delusional (don't use the word like that this is a serious mental issue?), for real actually delusional. [NOTE! I do not experience delusions. I am trying my best to depict them with respect, while also having fun with it. I don't know how I keep ending up making my OCs delusional but this has happened twice so far. Please let me know if something's offensive or off, because I am running on good intentions, shitty medical articles, and a PDF of the DSM-5.] Attention - Handy wants to feel paid attention to. He wants to feel like he matters. He wants to feel cared about. ~ Handy is also autistic, ADHD, and he probably has Histrionic personality disorder, along with Borderline. I'm not a psych person though. i just have a PDF of the DSM-5. [Note: I am actually borderline, I'm just both very mild and learning to cope and regulate myself.]

Drawings of Hand (chronological order): Finga Guns Fallin' Valence's Introduction (villain arc) D3AD M4N'5 H4ND (death and resurrection)

Hand's voiceclaim - Sarah Rose (from band Sarah and the Safe Word)

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leviathanleva · 4 months

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Hi, you probably dont care about others but please put a «keep reading» on your longass fics so you dont clog the tag. Also you have really heavy triggers and a lot of us dont want to see that. Your audience will just end up blocking you and as a fellow writer, we wouldnt want that. Hoping for your kind consideration 😍 have a day u deserve

Hi anon! Let’s dissect your ask together, shall we?

First and foremost, you not having a backbone and thus hiding behind anonymity is certainly fantastic. Bravo to that!

“Hi, you probably don’t care about others but – ”

Right, this is just slander. You have no basis for this statement so I’m assuming you’re just triggered and spouting bs because hurting others will surely make you feel better. This is sad, I’d advise you to have a bit more self-control. If you’d like to criticize me, please do so, but keep it professional.

“ – please put a <<keep reading>> on your longass fics so you don’t clog the tag.”

I absolutely agree with you here. I’d love to do that, however, I am new to Tumblr and I have no idea what you’re referring to. If you’d like to elaborate, I’m all ears because I’m always open to suggestions that will contribute to the comfort of my readers.

Also “longass”? You couldn’t keep that remark down? You couldn’t use a normal word instead of being spiteful? Alright, it’s your comment.

“Also you have very heavy triggers and a lot of us don’t want to see that.”

I agree, especially in the last chapter, there were darker themes. Although last I checked, I add warnings before the title of every single chapter. Unless I’ve missed something, of course. Correct me if I’m wrong.

I won’t defend my work because your horrific excuse for criticism is technically supposed to be criticism. However, last I checked, a handful of Fallout (TV) fics have heavy topics such as chem(drug)-use, trafficking, coercion, violence, dub-con, death and so on. How mine is any different, I can’t comprehend. If you’d like to elaborate, please do so.

“Your audience will just end up blocking you and as a fellow writer, we wouldn’t want that.”

There is no “we”. So far you’ve been despicable and hostile. “We” refers to a team, a group of people working together or being able to co-exist. In our case, you are passive-aggressively berating me and my work while I’m trying to take out the little good bit from your ask and learn from it.

And regarding my audience? They have every right to block me, this is the internet, everyone is free to do as they wish. This is a hobby, I get nothing out of sharing my work besides commentary and the occasional interaction, whether I get blocked or not makes no difference. My salary doesn’t depend on this, neither does my life.

“Hoping for your kind consideration –”

Kind? No. But I do accept your suggestion from above, it’s the only good thing that came out of this cesspool of an ask.

“ – have a day you deserve”

I hope you feel better one day anon, truly. I fail to understand why you’ve evolved such a dislike for me, I’m just a random person on the internet. How little do you have going on in your life that the existence of my work triggers you so?

Next time, don’t be a coward and simply DM me. Tell me everything you disliked, tell me your triggers, tell me your suggestions.

#ask me anything #ask #do better please

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A Winchester Chronicle (c2)

Please consider liking, commenting, and reblogging. It fuels the creativity and lets me know you're enjoying my hard work.

Summary: In Chapter 2, you immerse yourself in the bustling world of "Supernatural," finding camaraderie with Jared and Jensen amidst the intricate sets and intense filming schedule. As you embody Raven, the mysterious new character, you navigate moments of nerves and excitement while bonding over shared passions and humorous exchanges. However, tensions rise when an unexpected medical emergency leaves you hospitalized, revealing both the supportive and strained dynamics with the cast, particularly with Jensen and his girlfriend Dee.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Content Warning: (subject to change per chapter as this series is written) This chapter includes depictions of characters managing medical conditions, experiencing symptoms, and facing a physical health crisis. It also contains scenes depicting tense arguments and conflict between characters, emotional distress, and intense filming environments with supernatural elements. Additionally, there is brief reference to sensual content involving a past kiss between characters, as well as moments of characters feeling isolated or alone. Readers are advised to proceed with caution due to these themes and scenes.

Rating: 18+ for the whole series.

This is a work of fiction. There is no hate for anyone in real life.

If you want to be added to the tag list for this series, just let me know! Also be sure to tell me how I'm doing or request anything related to Jensen/Dean!

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Chapter 2: (based partially on the episode "Are you there, God? It's me, Dean Winchester.")

You step onto the bustling set of "Supernatural" as filming for Season 4 commences. The air crackles with anticipation and the hum of activity, crew members bustling about with purpose. Actors in their elaborate costumes pass by, lost in animated conversations about their scenes. The set itself is a labyrinth of towering sets and intricate props, each corner bustling with activity and the occasional burst of laughter from crew members.

Managing your medical conditions has become a routine challenge. Adjusting your bag strap, you silently steel yourself against the familiar flutter of anxiety. Today marks a fresh start—a chance to embrace Raven's character and leave behind the lingering grief of losing your family.

Inside the production trailer, the aroma of coffee mingles with the buzz of voices. A friendly crew member hands you a stack of scripts, their pages crisp and inked with detailed stage directions and character dialogues. The trailers themselves are a study in organized chaos, with makeup artists meticulously applying finishing touches and wardrobe assistants darting in and out with last-minute adjustments.

Jared and Jensen catch your eye across the bustling room, engrossed in discussion with the director. Their easy camaraderie is evident, a testament to their years on the show. You approach them tentatively, heart racing with a mix of nerves and admiration.

"Hey, guys," you greet them with a smile, trying to hide the flutter in your voice.

Jared's grin widens. "Hey, Y/N! Ready to dive into the deep end with us?" he asks, his enthusiasm infectious.

Jensen nods thoughtfully, his gaze assessing yet kind. "Glad to have you on board," he says warmly, his voice a reassuring presence.

As the morning progresses, you find yourself drawn deeper into the Supernatural world. Scripts in hand, you absorb every detail and direction. The crew bustles around you, adjusting lights and props, preparing for the day's scenes. Each set is a marvel of craftsmanship, from the eerie corridors of haunted houses to the dusty, sunlit roads where supernatural creatures lurk.

At lunchtime, you join Jared and Jensen at a table set up just outside the trailer. The scene is bustling yet relaxed, with crew members grabbing quick bites between takes. The sun filters through the canopy overhead, casting dappled shadows on the makeshift dining area. The aroma of fresh food wafts from catering tables, mingling with the lively chatter of cast and crew.

Laughter and stories flow freely as Jared leans back in his chair, animatedly recounting a humorous mishap from a previous season. "And then, right in the middle of that intense scene, the prop started malfunctioning! It was chaos," he chuckles, shaking his head.

Jensen listens intently, occasionally nodding or interjecting with insights into Dean's character. "Yeah, but you handled it like a pro," he adds, a small smirk playing on his lips. He turns to you, genuine curiosity in his eyes. "What about you, Y/N? Any wild stories from your acting adventures?"

You chuckle nervously, feeling the warmth of their inclusion. "Nothing as crazy as that," you admit, picking at your salad. "But I did once trip over a prop during an audition. It was… memorable."

Jared laughs heartily, clapping you on the shoulder. "Welcome to the club, Y/N! Everyone's got their moments," he reassures, flashing you an encouraging smile.

The camaraderie among the cast and crew is palpable, and you begin to feel a bond forming, forged through shared passion and dedication. It's a small moment of respite amidst the busy day, reminding you why you're here and filling you with a renewed sense of purpose.

After lunch, the director gathers everyone for the first scene featuring Raven. You stand on set, adjusting Raven's dark purple hair and running your fingers over the red lace of her costume. The leather jacket fits snugly, and the sleek silver knife at your belt adds to Raven's mysterious allure. You feel a mix of nerves and excitement as cameras are positioned, and the set falls silent in anticipation of the scene.

"Action!" the director calls out.

The door slams open, and Raven strides into the dimly lit room, her dark purple hair cascading over her shoulders like a shadow. Her red lace fabrics and leather jacket exude a goth glam vibe, contrasting sharply with the supernatural elements around her. Dean, played by Jensen, turns from the table where he's examining a lore book, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the newcomer.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean demands, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon.

Raven doesn't flinch. "You can call me Raven," she replies coolly, her voice a whisper of danger. She moves closer, her stance confident yet cautious.

Dean studies her, a mixture of curiosity and wariness crossing his features. "What do you want?" he asks, his tone gruff but intrigued.

"I'm here for answers," Raven states cryptically, as she tackles Dean to the ground -stunning him into losing his weapon. "And I won't leave until I get them."

Cut!

Between takes, Jensen approaches with a nod of approval. "You're embodying Raven perfectly," he remarks, his voice low but sincere. "I can see her coming to life."

You nod gratefully, the weight of the character settling comfortably on your shoulders. As Jared joins in, playfully nudging Jensen, you catch a glimpse of Jensen's internalized admiration for your performance. His eyes hold a subtle curiosity, and you can't figure out if he is studying you or Raven in an attempt at finding more beneath the surface. It shoots a tingle down your spine.

"You've got her essence down," Jared adds with a grin. "Dean's gonna have his hands full with Raven."

Jensen chuckles, shooting you a knowing look. "That's the plan," he agrees, his tone light but supportive. "Keep pushing those boundaries, Y/N. You're doing great."

As filming resumes, you slip back into Raven's tough exterior. The makeup team reapplies where needed.

During a break in filming, you find yourself in the company of Jared and Misha, who are quick to notice your nerves despite your best efforts to conceal them.

"You know, Y/N," Jared begins with a grin, "for someone playing a tough character like Raven, you seem awfully nervous."

Misha chimes in, his tone teasing yet friendly. "Yeah, you're not planning to faint on us, are you? Because we've got a few rituals for that."

You roll your eyes playfully, crossing your arms. "Please, I've faced scarier things than a few nerves. Like Jensen's coffee order in the morning."

Jared laughs, slapping you on the back. "Good one!"

From across the set, Jensen catches wind of the banter and joins in with his trademark dry humor. "Watch out, Y/N," he calls over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Misha's got a killer squirrel impression that might just calm your nerves."

Misha grins mischievously, ready to demonstrate, but Jared interjects with a mock-serious tone. "Save it for the blooper reel, guys. We've got a scene to nail."

As the conversation shifts, you find yourself deep in discussion with Jared about music, discovering a shared passion for eclectic playlists and spontaneous dancing. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you realize how easy it is to bond over something as simple and joyful as music.

Later that day, as you're reviewing your lines, Jensen approaches with a quiet observation. "You handled yourself well out there," he remarks, his voice low but sincere. "Filming can be intense, but remember to find moments of silliness. It helps keep you grounded."

You nod gratefully, absorbing his advice. "Thanks, Jensen. I'll keep that in mind."

He smiles, a rare glimpse of warmth beneath his dry exterior. "And if you ever need to escape the fame circus, there's always a quiet corner on set."

You laugh softly, touched by his insight. "Noted. Maybe I'll join Misha for that squirrel impression after all."

Jensen chuckles, shaking his head. "Just don't let him teach you the dance moves."

The set pulses with tension as the crew prepares for Episode 2's climactic and final scene of the day. Sam, Dean, and Bobby Singer stand among restless spirits in a dimly lit room. You, dressed in Raven's dark attire, observe the solemn atmosphere from the sidelines. When the director calls action, the actors immerse themselves in their roles.

The spirits of Meg and Agent Henricksen materialize, their accusing voices echoing through the space. They blame Sam and Dean for their deaths and those of others they couldn't save. Bobby, visibly shaken, struggles against the ghosts of children he couldn't protect, weighed down by guilt.

Amid the chaos, Raven hesitates, unsure whether to intervene. The accusations linger, casting doubt on the hunters' resolve. Sam and Dean exchange worried glances, uncertain of Raven's capabilities.

Exhausted yet exhilarated, you retreat to a quiet corner of the set, away from the lingering tension. Leaning against the wall, you exhale deeply, reflecting on the day's intense events. It has pushed you to your limits, but you feel a renewed sense of purpose you haven't felt in a long time.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through your abdomen, a reminder of your medical conditions. You wince but quickly regain composure, determined not to let it show. Just as you prepare to move, Jensen approaches with concern etched on his face.

"Hey, Y/N. You okay?" Jensen's voice is gentle, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You force a smile, brushing off the pain. "Yeah, just a twinge. Nothing I can't handle."

Jensen's frown deepens slightly, sensing your reluctance to share. "You know, you can talk to me if something's bothering you."

Before you can respond, Dee strides over, her presence imposing. You feel a pang of discomfort as Dee keeps her eyes fixed on you. Sensing the tension, Jensen shifts subtly, ready to diffuse any brewing conflict.

"Hey, babe," Jensen greets Dee, his tone warm yet cautious. Dee responds by pulling Jensen into a fierce kiss, her gaze still directed at you. Sensing the atmosphere growing uncomfortable, you excuse yourself and retreat to your trailer to change out of your costume and makeup, hoping to reset after the day's intensity.

Inside the trailer, you step into the shower, seeking solace in the warm water. Outside, Jensen hesitates before knocking on your door, intending to check on you and apologize. There's no response. Worried, he pushes open the door to find you unconscious on the floor.

Panicking, Jensen rushes to your side, calling your name urgently. Dee enters the trailer silently, her expression unreadable as she observes Jensen's frantic actions. Jensen dials for an ambulance, his hands trembling with fear and concern.

Dee abruptly hangs up the phone. "This is all an act," she sneers, her voice laced with disdain. "She's just being dramatic." "She's collapsed, Dee!," he admitted loudly.

Dee's skepticism was palpable. "Collapsed? Come on, Jensen," she scoffed dismissively. "You know she thrives on drama."

Jensen's brows furrowed, his concern for Y/N conflicting with Dee's accusations. "That's not fair, Dee," he defended firmly. "Y/N wouldn't fake something like that."

Dee's eyes narrowed, her jealousy bubbling to the surface. "Oh, really?!" she retorted, her voice laced with bitterness. "And how well do you know her, Jensen? Did you also happen to see her naked outside of filming, often?!"

Jensen's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by Dee's accusation. "It was an accident," he replied defensively, his voice tinged with frustration. "And it's not what you think."

Jensen's eyes widen in disbelief, torn between his concern for you and Dee's unsettling calmness. Dee grabs his arm firmly, hangs up the phone, pulling him away toward their car. On their way out, Jensen contacts Jared, his voice shaky as he instructs him to check on you, unable to provide further details.

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The car ride home was tense, the air thick with unspoken words and simmering resentment. Jensen sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as the streetlights blurred past. Dee's refusal to let him check on Y/N gnawed at him, a knot of frustration tightening in his chest with every passing mile.

"Why did you have to make such a big deal out of it?" Dee's voice pierced through the silence, sharp and accusatory.

Jensen clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists on his lap. "Because I wanted to make sure she was okay," he replied tersely, his tone tinged with disappointment.

Dee scoffed, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "She's probably just being dramatic, Jensen. You don't even know her," she retorted, her words cutting through him like shards of glass.

"And you don't either," Jensen shot back, frustration seeping into his voice. "But if it were Jared or Misha in her place, we'd be checking on them too. Why should Y/N be any different?"

They drove in stony silence for what felt like an eternity, the weight of their argument hanging heavily between them. Eventually, Dee pulled over abruptly, the car coming to a halt by the side of the road. Without a word, Jensen opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air.

He stood there for a moment, his breath forming misty clouds in the chilly evening. The distant hum of traffic filled the silence as Jensen rubbed a hand over his face, trying to calm the turmoil swirling inside him. Walking away from the car, he felt a mix of anger, guilt, and confusion.

The walk home was long and solitary, each step echoing his internal struggle. He replayed the day's events in his mind, questioning his decisions and the consequences they had wrought. His thoughts drifted to Y/N, lying unconscious in her trailer earlier, and the pang of regret gnawed at him.

As he reached his empty house, Jensen leaned against the door, staring up at the starless sky. The quiet darkness enveloped him, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the day. Alone with his thoughts, he wrestled with the implications of Dee's actions and his own conflicted feelings, unsure of how to navigate the turbulent waters ahead.

Yet amidst the turmoil, Jensen's mind wandered back to a fleeting moment two weeks prior—the unexpected kiss with Y/N during her audition. The memory played in his mind like a reel, how Y/N's face felt heated after he embraced it. How her lips were soft and reciprocated the moment. How her brilliant blue eyes looked under the garage lights. He wanted to kiss her neck, pick her up and…. No. These thoughts were stirring emotions he hadn't fully processed. He wondered what it meant, if anything, and if he was just thinking about it because he wanted to reach out to Y/N and make sure she was ok. Maybe he shouldn't, maybe it wasn't professional.

Deep in thought, Jensen finally pushed open the door to his silent house, the weight of the day's events settling heavily on his shoulders.

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Shortly after getting the call, Jared and Misha arrive at your trailer to find you unconscious. They swiftly call for medical assistance after covering up your naked body. Jared carefully picks you up while Misha makes sure you stay covered as they take you out of your trailer where a gurney can more easily help. They stay by your side until the ambulance arrives, making sure people keep their distance as a crowd begins to gather around from all of the commotion.

You regain consciousness in the hospital the next evening, disoriented and fearful. A nurse is tending to your IV. "Hey honey, your friends out there wouldn't go home until they knew you were awake. Would you like them to come in?" She asks you kindly. You fear repercussions after collapsing on your first day of filming, but you agree with a nod anyway. To your surprise, Jared, Misha, and Misha's wife arrive with flowers and a card signed by the cast and crew, reassuring you that everything will be okay. "What happened?" You ask as you smell the bouquet. "They said you had a cyst burst. But it should pass on it's own and you won't need surgery." Jared shared solemnly, looking at Misha and his wife for confirmation. "They said you can come back to work tomorrow, but take it easy." Misha added.

"You guys, I'm so embarrassed. This isn't an issue I share openly. It's affected me my whole life, and with the hustle of everything, I forgot the signs of it. I know better." You said, shedding a tear and turning your head away from them. Jared asked, "Can I hug you?" You nod a little. "That'd be nice." All three of them joined in and it did help you feel a little better.

However, Jensen and Dee are conspicuously absent. Your heart sinks with disappointment as you remember bits and pieces of their conversation as you were laying on the trailer floor, and you realize their absence speaks volumes. The uncertainty gnawed at you as you stared out the hospital window, the city lights flickering in the distance, leaving you with unanswered questions and a sinking feeling that things were about to get more complicated.

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unsettlingcreature · 4 months

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here's my thoughts on the veilguard reveal trailer. I would say there's a mix of good and bad for me, but I've tagged it as critical just in case. all the bad stuff is grouped together at the top :)

I wonder if they went with a more cartoony style because of Absolution…? I'm not against a style change, but I think it's too cartoonish, I can definitely see the Fortnite/Overwatch comparisons people are making. Taash especially suffers from this WHICH SUCKS BC I LOVE QUNARI

I'm not reaaaally going to comment on the hammy Marvel-esque dialogue because this was mostly just revealing the characters. I'm more upset they labelled Emmrich as the necromancer and not the mortalitasi. Probably aiming for a wider audience 😔

Overall, the tone just feels off. If you put this next to Origins and DA2, you'd barely be able to recognise it as Dragon Age. Is this an end to its dark fantasy roots? Sad if true. We already saw the beginnings of the shift in DA:I but this is… much further :(

OK I'M DONE DWELLING ON THE THINGS I DON'T LIKE, ONTO THE THINGS I DO

Varric looks SO good, you can really tell whoever modelled him put a lot of care into it even if I personally think Mr Tethras needs to go back on the shelf 🙄 very excited to see more Harding, if they deny us a proper romance with her then I will be rioting!

I want Lucanis to do unspeakable things to me. I don't think I need to elaborate. I want to give Davrin smooches, I think he genuinely looks the best (visually) out of all the Companions. He looks SO good 🥰 Bioware, they both better be on the list of romanceable characters!

I loved the small glimpses we got of Tevinter in Neve and Lucanis' intros (assuming I'm right, those lanterns look a lot like some of the earlier concepts for Tevinter, especially Neve's)

(OURRRRRRRRRGH I WANT TO SEE MORE OF TEVINTER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

The elven ruins look brilliant, regardless of what I think about the art direction a la the characters, the environments look amazing. Ain't no way my current PC is going to run this game LMAO, I'll definitely need to upgrade before DA:tV releases.

Also baby griffin:) very cute and the dragon looks AWESOME, I definitely think they've improved on them consistently with each game. I can't wait to fight with or against that big ol' beast.

I think that the trailer wasn't a total miss for me but it definitely wasn't a complete hit either. I'll be holding off on making any proper judgements until we get the gameplay teaser + more trailers in general.

#dragon age critical #<- AGAIN ITS NOT REALLY CRITICAL. I HAVE GOOD AND BAD FEELINGS ABOUT IT. BUT JUST IN CASE PEOPLE WANT TO AVOID THE BAD #da:v spoilers #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #ok hopefully that should cover all my tagging bases if nobody wants to see this kdfjghdfjghdf

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thesparklingwriter · 2 years

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say it again

"You don't remember calling me your little mate then, I assume."

tags: implied smut, pet names, Zhongli is very pure, soft Zhongli, fem!reader, Zhongli and reader are in a relationship, aftercare (ish), fluff no plot, author was very tired whilst writing this

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please do not repost or edit my work without credit. reblogs are greatly appreciated!

i'm also taking ideas for the rest of the flufftober days, feel free to leave any suggestions, no matter how self-indulgent they may be.

Zhongli almost chuckles at you. You could sleep through anything, really.

But he knows this nap is stemming from him pushing you to an almost inhuman high, so he'll take the blame for it if it gets to that. Otherwise, he doesn't care. You look so peaceful, wrapped up in one of his spare robes, burying yourself against his chest. It's nice to feel loved, he decides, even though he was convinced it was one of those things humans did to pass time.

Until you wake up, he's going to keep staring at you, until he can commit every pore of your face to his memory. Moments like this remind him of how ephemeral you are—he's lived thousands of your life spans and will live for thousands more after you. Is he supposed to just carry on living like he used to when you inevitably pass? Would he abuse his archon status to keep you here with him for as long as he can?

As his thoughts drift, his eyes shift to the window. The rain falls with steady drumbeats, filling his ears and matching his melancholy revelations. He really doesn’t want to think about this anymore.

The questions fade away in his mind as you stir. He looks away from the pouring rain, focusing on you instead. He can worry about eternity later.

"Are you awake now, love?"

You don't respond, pulling him into a tender kiss. He's not used to this. Usually, in this kind of scenario, your kisses are panicked, as if you remember the moments shared between you and are afraid that at some point, he'll leave you, and by association those moments, in the dust. Every time, he calms you, tells you that he's not going anywhere, that you are his one and only priority and that it's you he wants until your whining has stopped and you resume teasing him as normal. He's almost offended that you think he would use you for your body—but he knows that there were others before him, others that weren't so kind and doting, so he doesn't mind reinforcing to you that he's not leaving.

"This is new," he chuckles, pulling away to look at you properly. "Are you alright? Are you still in need of the daily reminder that I love you and would do anything for you, or have you finally decided to believe me?"

You laugh, running your hands through his long silken locks. Your favourite time of any day is when he releases his ponytail. Even though he pretends that he hates it, having your nimble fingers in his hair, braiding it and tying it into elaborate knots is relieving to him. A kind of massage of sorts.

"I don't need it," you smile. "Though you could totally run through it anyway if you really want."

Zhongli kisses your forehead then, revelling in the way your face breaks into a smile. "I seem to have forgotten the usual script," he jokes. "Maybe you should lead the sappy declarations of love this time."

"You definitely forgot the script," you comment, shifting yourself off of his lap so you can look at him properly. You're probably biased, blinded by your affection for this man, but you're convinced that he's the most beautiful being ever. Point blank. Between his ink-black lashes, amber eyes and gentlemanly demeanour, you want for nothing when it comes to him. He's perfect. No one in Teyvat could replace him.

Zhongli hums, a sign he wants you to continue, but doesn't want you to feel too pressured.

"Li," you smile. "Are mates a dragon thing or an archon thing?"

Zhongli flushes, so much so that you have to hide your smile. A whole archon of a man blushing over your words does wonders for your ego. He clears his throat, searching your eyes for some kind of mischievous glint, but he sees nothing but innocent curiosity.

"It probably goes directly against the contract of being an archon, I suppose."

"But you're not an archon anymore, really, are you?" you say, and once again Zhongli searches for a trace of impish joy in your eyes. Once again, it's not there and he's convinced he must just be hearing you wrong.

"That is true. Mates are a decidedly dragon 'thing'," he finally says, pulling you closer to his side. "Why all the questions, love?"

You slide your hands into his hair again, up to the spot where you vaguely remember horns being. "Oh, just something you said earlier."

Zhongli hums again, but you ignore him, gently massaging his head. His eyes close shut, and you use the chance to catch him off guard, dragging your lips to his ears. "You don't remember calling me your little mate then, I assume." His eyes snap open, glowing faintly with surprise, but he only hums again, guiding your hand back to his hair, and your lips to his.

"You wound me with your forgetfulness," you whisper, and Zhongli laughs at your valiant attempt to sound like him. Above all, he's impressed by how well you kept this to yourself. You're usually easy to read, your emotions painted on your face. But, it seems that with certain motivations, you can keep a secret. "All those words about how perfect of a mate I am, and you barely even remember!"

That doesn't get the reaction you want out of him, so you relent, for the time being, content with having made him blush. He doesn't want to talk about it? Fine.

"You're certainly a mischievous little thing," Zhongli seems to choke on his words, and it's your turn to hum, head tilted to the side.

"Go on, say what you were going to say." You push. "I, for one, want to hear you say it again." And it's the truth. Despite your devious way of bringing it up, your heart had genuinely fluttered at that moment—at the implication that he wanted you, and only you. You never cared for the fanfare of marriage or engagements, but you cared about the concept of being with him for as long as you could. And you liked hearing him confirm that he felt the same way. You like the idea of being his mate. If only he was a little less proper when he wasn't blinded by lust.

"Are you embarrassed?" you prod, kissing his flushed cheek.

"Certainly not," he huffs, offended by the notion. "I would never be embarrassed by my sentiments towards you. If anything, I'm annoyed by my own lack of restraint. Apologies for dropping that bombshell on you when you were only just this side of consciousness. It's that wretched storm wreaking havoc on me."

Ah yes, the storm. When Zhongli smelt the storm on the wind, he rushed through every room, pulling all the windows and curtains shut, and politely asked you to excuse him if he were to suddenly sprout horns and a tail. In hindsight, your reaction to that was probably a far cry from the one he had imagined—he had looked quite confused by your outburst of laughter—but you agreed to let it slide, and stay with him whilst he hid out from the storm. You did not know it was going to last for over six nights.

"You're blaming the storm? Or the fact you're a dragon?"

"Both." he scoffs. "And you for being so mind-numbingly perfect. What else did I say?"

He nuzzles into your chest. "Some things are too lewd to repeat," you mutter, absentmindedly running your hands through his hair again. "This storm really is doing a number on you, isn't it, Li?"

He nods.

"Well, I have one last question for you and then we can pretend this whole business never happened, hm? A contract of sorts," He looks up at you as if he can't trust you to keep to any contract you make. And it's true—you are terrible at keeping your word when it comes to not teasing him. But despite his reservations, he agrees and buries his face back into your chest, as if it will shelter him from your question.

"Did you mean it?" you ask. You don't mean to, but your voice cracks, and you want to yell at yourself for being so pitiful. You know his answer will be yes, so why the worry? Why the question? Zhongli smiles against you, and you feel your fear dissipate. He has a habit of being at his most sappy when he doesn't have to worry about trying to understand the look on your face. He can speak freely, and he does.

"Of course I did," he says. "Don't ever think that me calling you my mate was just some lust-filled slip of the tongue. I love you, yn, I truly do. As far as I'm concerned, you are my mate and nothing can change that. I was just hoping to bring that topic up with you with a little more fanfare."

"You know I don't care much for fanfare," you scold him, tugging lightly on his hair. He laughs.

"Feisty little mate," he says, and you grin.

"Say it again," you whisper.

He obliges, repeating himself as many times as you ask him to. He's ecstatic that you feel the same way, that he hasn't scared you away or made you uncomfortable. And later in the night, when he's convinced that you're sleeping and slips out of your grasp for a quick drink of water, he hears you call out for him. Instead of moaning that you want your boyfriend or your Zhongli back, you ask for your mate, and Zhongli finds himself back in bed before you even finish your sentence.

#flufftober2022 #genshin fluff #zhongli #zhongli fluff #zhongli fanfic #i love him your honour #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #genshin impact fanfiction #this whole thing is dedicated only to zhongli #i saw a gap in the market #you are more than welcome #my beloved <3 #tswzhongliflufftober #minors dni #[🚨]—restricted fiction

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fraternum-momentum · 1 year

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wait waht weirdos?? also could we know your boundaries regarding your ocs? they’re really cool but it would be nice to know what is allowed and what isnt for making a character for this au. thanks 🤍🤍

Fortunately, there hasn't been any weird people in my inbox but some shit happened and i'd rather not elaborate bc it's not in my place to tell you about it, but for context, the gist of it was people were fighting over this person's oc and the creator and other people are getting harrased for it.

Another mutual of mine told me that they also had unpleasant experiences with an old blog of theirs, and they had to delete it bc of it.

I just don't want any infighting or harassment getting sent to other people over something that's honestly not that serious.

People design and create characters because it's fun. Why ruin it for everyone else?

Just please keep it all lighthearted and don't make it weird. Constantly check yourself and ask if what you're doing is ok or think about how your actions affect other people.

Reality checks are also important. Please keep in mind that these are just fictional characters in a fictional universe that i just made up. None of this shit is real.

ok so i'll establish the boundaries for my ocs:

Fanart is ok, sfw and nsfw. Thirsts in my inbox, tags, and comments are fine too, they're pretty funny actually AHSVA it's like wow is this what it feels like having bitches? LMAWDOAD but i digress.

I'm still unsure about ship art, because it'll inevitably get messy if i start allowing it. So for now, it's not allowed. I would be the only person that can draw my ocs interacting with your ocs/sonas/etc. Just think of it as like some sort of weird rp chatbot askblog or some shit,, i dont know.

I know it may seem hypocritical of me because i literally have a self insert but its just better to prevent potential shit from happening than finding a solution for it.

If ship art not being allowed somehow upsets you, then that's a sign that you're not welcome here.

My sona is a different story though, because it's basically just a representation of me so you can draw her ( or me??? idk lol) with your character. same thing, sfw and nsfw are okay. Thrists are fine (who would even do that anyway 💀💀) like i doubt anyone would start causing problems from me interacting with other ppl bc im a real person???????? idk??????? 😭ive alr drawn stuff with my mutuals too anyway so

#sorry for the huge rant it just sucks that the ppl had to go through something like that and its just yknow #its just super petty and immature to get so irrationally angry about something as small as this to the point #where it starts affecting real people #if anything gets out of hand i will not hesitate to archive everything about this au and pretend like nothing ever happened in this blog #ik it seems drastic but the stress isnt worth it i have other shit to deal with anyway #i should probably add this in the faq too #the stuff about making a character will be answered in another ask #franswers

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one-winged-dreams · 10 months

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Happy Birthday Video Games

ship: the reveries of my mind (adri x akingraeux)

source: original content

word count: 942

I HAD TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT BEING PONG DAY, so have a cute little ism with Aki. Also a teeny tiny casual surprise in there. ;3c

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

"It's video games' birthday today."

Aki perked up, his attention focusing on Adri's sudden entrance. The latter was looking at his phone screen, keys almost missing the side table.

"Uh?" Aki prompted him to elaborate, realizing he was currently getting annihilated in Guilty Gear, but gritting his teeth and letting it happen all the same, controller set aside. He was more than willing to throw a match easy.

It only hurt a LITTLE bit.

But elaborate Adri did, turning his phone out to show a particular meme.

"It's pong day. Video games' birthday."

Adri was sporting his usual melancholic expression, but for now, it was graced by a small smile accompanied by an adorable head tilt.

Cute, cute, CUTE.

Trying to downplay how charmed he was, Aki snorted. Though he was unable to suppress the grin that spread across his face, he managed to reply casually enough, past the sounds of Nagoriyuki biting the dust.

"Oh fuck, yeah, I remember when pong came out. Shit was revolutionary."

Adri blinked, lashes fluttering over wide brown eyes.

Cuter still.

"You- Oh man, you're showing your age there, Aki. I mean, I guess it would make sense, that probably wasn't even that far back for you. So you've really picked up on the gaming thing in this itty bitty portion of your… Nevermind, sorry," he blushed suddenly, realizing he was going off on a tangent.

There was no way Aki couldn't NOT laugh at that, placing his hands on his knees and then pushing himself up off the couch. Accompanied by the music from the character selection screen, he made his way over to where Adri was looking downward.

Humming thoughtfully, Aki leaned down and to the side, trying to catch an expression and looking very silly in the process. All part of the plan, of course, considering he caught Adri giggling a little.

"Well I AM pretty old," he commented, leaning off further to follow the way Adri's head turned to hide the grin he was cracking. "So yeah. I played pong when it first came out. I guess that makes me the literal only legitimate gamer. Posers can't even touch me."

He delighted in how Adri finally straightened himself, laughing in a manner so adorable his heart leaped.

"Aki!" Adri giggled as Aki embraced him tightly, giving him a little squeeze and pivoting them left and right.

"Yes I'm a god, yes I play video games," he continued the bit, his tone exaggerated in a charming contrast to the wide affectionate grin on his face.

"AKI, PLEASE!" Adri erupted into laughter again, the melancholy expression entirely replaced with joy.

"Please what, cutie?" he teased, pulling one of his arms away to tilt Adri's chin up as had become a habit nowadays.

Adri blushed again, but he didn't seem unhappy at all. Quite the opposite, Aki could tell his move had improved significantly.

In fact, it felt like it had almost…

"Pleeease… I don't know what to say, aaaah!" Adri whimpered, trying to turn his face to the side to avoid looking into those pale eyes that affected him so.

But even still, his smile was wide and genuine, and in turn, Aki's settled into a warm, subdued one.

"You don't have to say anything, angel. Not one thing," his soft reassurance was a surprise, as was the act of him tucking some hair behind Adri's ear. The way it had been obscuring his face was displeasing to the god, he wanted to see everything.

Everything.

"Aki?" Adri's smile had become an expression of curiosity, lamb-like in its innocence and naivety.

"Mmmmmh?"Aki practically purred, leaning down to place a kiss on top of Adri's head.

That earned him a squeak.

"You're…" Adri breathed, and it was clear that he wasn't sure where he was going with that.

But Aki made sure that expression turned back up to him, those big, shiny brown eyes directed entirely at him.

"Yours," he stated matter of factly, with that same soft smile.

"M-?" Adri blinked rapidly, not finishing even a single word, but Aki knew what he meant anyway.

"Yes. Yours. All yours," Aki leaned down as he spoke, creating a space just for them, between sheets of raven hair, hesitating just for a moment before continuing, "In service to your faith."

Adri couldn't breathe, let alone speak, the proximity making his lips tingle in ways only a god could make real. Buzzing that wouldn't and couldn't be remedied by anything other than…

Neither of them had any expectations for what the first time would be like. Nor any sort of semblance of an imagined time or place. And the feeling of it, the physical weight and sensation of nerves sending signals to the brain, could not have been predicted either.

Adri's lashes fluttered.

Warm.

Aki's fingers held Adri's chin firm.

Soft.

It could have gone on forever, that singular temporal point. Fixed in time, possibly fate if you were inclined to that sort of thing.

Adri had mentioned he'd never been in a relationship before, never been kissed before. Aki could tell by the way his soul was singing to him, his essence laying itself as if to adorn an altar, that this was an important claim to stake. And the way those eager lips began to part. He knew that Adri was starting to feel it, and god, more than anything, he wanted him to. But not… THAT.

Holding Adri's face in a fixed position, he pulled himself away, his own mint eyes opening by a margin just in time to see Adri's do the same.

"… Happy birthday, video games."

"Y… Yeah. Happy birthday."

#self ship #self shipping #dream fics #the reveries of my mind

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ancientbygone · 1 year

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intro post

Copper, 18 years old, it/its pronouns (he/him acceptable; no they/them). made this side blog as a contained space for my own Sleep Token art and ramblings and such first and foremost, as well as others' Sleep Token posts i like.

if you want to support me, consider donating: https://ko-fi.com/copper_sands

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DNI:

the basics (racist/queerphobic/etc)

unmasking the band members

RPF supporters/creators

if you romanticize/glorify incest, zoophilia, sexual depictions of children, etc. (fictional or not, either way it's block on sight)

if you use, support, or in any way condone any use of generative AI (images, music, text, anything at all)

strictly/mostly NSFW blogs (if it's just occasional NSFW content that's chill)

taglist & more info under the cut:

notes:

DO NOT REPOST MY ART. if you wanna use it for non-commercial means, ask for permission & if allowed, credit me when used. if you wanna use it for commercial means, fuck right off.

my native language isn't english. if i fuck it up i fuck it up.

i do not ship the band members themselves or their stage personas and i find it uncomfortable in general (for myself). i know i listed RPF in my dni but i feel the need to elaborate that for the sake of personal taste, it applies to their stage presence, too.

adding onto the previous point, whenever i talk about the vessels in terms of lore/adjacent, i am talking about them as characters. always. this blog is not for speculating on their private lives, and if you do so, you will be blocked.

i'd prefer not to discuss any of the sexual connotations in the lyrics for my own comfort. i know they exist, i just prefer not to think about them for my own interpretations.

i would appreciate people not leaving NSFW comments on my art, especially the more emotionally heavy stuff, thank you very much! if you really Have to say something, please do it in a separate post or just in a place where i'm unlikely to see it.

even if i might tag my writing as "theories", they aren't necessarily intended as such. if anything, i'm telling a story of my own based on the lyrics. if you try to claim there is one correct interpretation and it's yours, you're getting blocked.

adding onto the previous point (x2), a lot of the time i interpret the lyrics in tandem with my personal life experiences. it will absolutely get a little too real here. if the subject matter is too heavy, it will be tagged with #[subject] and #[subject] tw.

let me know if you want/need me to tag anything specific! either in an ask or in my DMs. don't hesitate to reach out about that :]

in addition to everything, i will be posting about my Sleep Token D&D AU, which is as simple as it sounds and also not at all. it's also very removed from my "main canon" or most of the band IRL, so it's really just me (& @mapleborealis !) fucking around. also, unlike the "main canon", they are a polycule and all kiss with tongue /hj

blog tags (WIP):

organization:

#bygone art - my own art

#bygone talks - my ramblings & the more disconnected bits of writing/theorizing

#bygone writes - the more coherent writing/theorizing

#bygone lore - everything related to my version of the lore of Sleep Token, be it art, writing, or anything else

#bygone silly - my memes

#bygone shows - any post of mine related to a personal Sleep Token ritual experience (pics, rambling, etc)

#bygone footage - images/videos/etc of the band, mine or not (credited as much as possible)

#bygone beloved - posts i particularly like and want to archive, mine or otherwise

#bygone off topic - things vaguely related to sleep token or not related at all

#others' [___] - a post of any variety listed above, just made by someone else

d&d au:

#sleep token dnd and #dnd au - general au tags

#dnd au vessel/ii/iii/iv/etc. - character-specific d&d au posts

little clarifying moments:

#espera - tag for vesselettes (hopefully no maskless posts; won't call them vesselettes either)

#sleep token him - separate tag for whatever Vessel and Sleep were pre-Sundowning. you can glimpse more on that in my posts about it.

#sparrowverse (thank you @fivewholeminutes for the name) - everything related to the lore of a timeline alternate to my main lore in which each vessel of Sleep has to kill the one before them to assume their place. outlined in my fanfic "kill the sparrow". there isn't much to it right now but there might be more trust

#bygone talks #sleep token #sleep token worship #i truly hope i can keep this sideblog going #unlike my other ones #i do have plenty to talk about though so it should be fine for a while lol

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