Sooooo..... Hi, it's been a minute huh. I've been lurking for a while now, and not posting nor reblogging anything. (tho I rarely posted in the first place) I've been here the whole time tho! (exp most of 2020 and half of 2021) I've been saving up a lot of cool, funny, interesting, and (sometimes slightly) serious posts and that's what you're about to get! I'm about to post all my drafts until I explode! Even the drafts from way back in 2019! (I'm surprised I have no drafts from when I first joined in late 2018)
So... yeah! That's it! Enjoy my old and kinda new drafts! (p.s. I'll be editing a lot of tags on already posted blogs and reblogs soon)
Also extra news! I'm making a proper blog dedicated to my art (the better stuff) AND a mcyt fan blog with my fanart from things like Pirates smp (it'll have the cursed stuff too). My main (here) will get some art sometimes (probs wips and simple sketches), but I don't want this to be the account that you go to see my good art. I also don't wanna put my mcyt related posts or reblogs here too (no /neg reason, I just don't want to with this fandom and maybe some others too)
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okay soooo i’m expanding on this post about cuck!price and his mrs, as well as my tags that basically say they’re both obsessed with you
@bleuu-moon is truly the orchestrator behind this and actually went into my dms to manipulate me into writing (i’m joking ofc lol blu i luv you and your brain)
uhh yeah this is really short and basic and unedited
18+, fem!reader — price and his wife fuck while dirty talking about you, etc (i don’t have a description or name for price’s wife just yet so bear with me 😭)
You, John and his wife had been involved with one another for months now.
It started as a mutual friendship— both Mr. and Mrs. Price being so warm and kind to you, always so inviting and generous. But throughout the friendship, you couldn’t help but notice John’s lingering stares and the way his wife would let her lips linger against your cheek after a friendly kiss goodbye.
Then, you began a tryst, of sorts, with them. A drunken night out led to you and Mrs. Price tangled together, John sitting nearby with his cock in his hand and his eyes glazed over. Then, he’d fucked you hard while his wife cradled your face, petting you gently while guiding your mouth to her slick pussy.
That was months ago.
And the Price’s hardly ever fucked without you, now. It seemed too empty, the bed too cold and the room too quiet without you. It was like you were a missing piece of their puzzle, hidden just out of reach when they needed you the most.
So, when both John and his wife found themselves worked up behind belief, whiskey warming their blood, they found they missed you.
You had been with them, in all your beauty, just three days prior— an entire night of being fucked into the mattress with a real cock down your throat and a fake one splitting you open from behind. You gave yourself to them, every bare, gorgeous inch of you. And they loved it.
They craved it.
Now, with his wife’s knees pushed up near her ears, John held her steady as he pumped his achingly hard cock in and out of her. The tight warmth of her cunt sucked him in, drawing ragged breaths from his lungs, forehead beading with sweat.
She moaned, hands scraping down his hairy back, gripping and groping at the soft muscle there. He grunted in return, snapping his hips harder, driving himself deeper. So much deeper.
Before you, their dirty talk was exceptional and always focused on praising (or degrading) one another. But you… you changed their dynamic completely— flipped it on its head entirely.
“Fuckin’ hell, she’d love this, wouldn’t she?” John moaned, cock driving up against the base of his wife’s cervix, her walls slick and tight around him. He was talking about you, of course.
His wife moaned, tossing her head back and scraping her manicured nails down her husband’s back. “Yeah— yes, fuck—! Yeah, she would. She’d— she’d love it, John.”
John grumbled something low in his chest, a growl of approval as he continued rutting his fat cock into his wife, who was mewling and keening below him.
“Mhm, she’d take it like such a good girl,” his wife moaned, one hand gripping the back of John’s neck. “She’s such a good girl for us, isn’t she, darling?”
John nodded, grunting in agreement. He was envisioning that it was your pussy that he was rutting into with deep thrusts and obscene wet squelches.
“Our good girl,” John whispered. “Fuck, miss her so much. I fuckin’ need her, love. Need her tight little pussy an’ that pretty mouth of hers.”
His wife moaned in agreement, the head of John’s cock driving her towards release. It was coming a lot quicker— her body tingling, heat blooming in her lower belly— thanks to the thought of you in her head.
She moaned again. “Oh fuck— fuck she’s such a pretty girl, John. She— oh my god— she makes me feel so good.”
“Yeah?” John implored, almost teasingly. But not too teasingly, considering you made him feel the exact same way too. John was many things, but he wasn’t a hypocrite.
“Yeah…” His wife whined. “Mmm…”
Then, Mrs. Price came with another loud moan, her orgasm ripping through her body. It made her keen and arch against her husband, still fucking her, her legs shaking as she gushed around John’s cock.
She came moaning your name.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Price cooed, eyes glazed over. “Moan her name, darling. Let me hear her name falling from those pretty lips.”
His wife nearly cried your name that time, and John bent down to kiss her. They kissed, licking their tongues together and swapping too much spit— but they didn’t care. They were too busy thinking about you.
“M’comin’—” Price moaned, and then whined out your name. “Baby, fuck, m’gonna come inside you.”
He called you baby.
Playing pretend. It’ll have to do.
His wife gasped out in pleasure when he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came hard. He filled her with a shudder of his bulky body, your name dribbling from his lips, tasting of whiskey and need.
God, they wanted you so bad.
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hey, so, i've been a wilbur fan for ages, and i want to see the evidence against him. this isn't sarcasm or anything, i just genuinely want all the evidence so i can make a decision
Sure! I got you covered, anon. No shame in deliberating on the evidence yourself. I'll link you a few posts.
This is a good master post, but I will provide a few additional sources:
Shelby's Stream
A Follow-Up Tweet by Shelby
Additional Corroberating Statements From Former Lovejoy Trumpeter, Zoe
Statements From Admin of Wilbur's (unofficial) Discord
Statement From Julie Verlintox (Wilbur head mod/admin)
Clip of Shelby Talking More About Her Story on Lexie's Stream
Addition Piece of Potential Evidence Submitted by an Anon:
Wayback Machine Archive of a Reddit Post Likely Made by Shubble in November; Mirrors Her Stream Statements
Additionally, both Smajor and Ranboo have unfollowed Wilbur. Make of all that what you will!
EDIT (3/27/24): Wilbur responded.
Shelby's Response to Wilbur's Response
Aimsey's Response to Wilbur's Response
Ranboo's Response to Wilbur's Response
Lexie's Response to Wilbur's Response
Punz's Response to Wilbur's Response
Tubbo's Response to Wilbur's Response
And many, many more.
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there ain't any place for ya, wankers.
get out.
finally! my contribution to #fixtf2 is done! it took about 8-9 in total, excluding creating refs in sfm(i don't remember how long it took).
i might have joined only about 2 months ago, but this game and community already became very dear to my heart. there are so many cool and creative people, and thanks to tf2 i've made new friends as well! i love it so much and i want for the game to be in a playable state again. so that everyone could enjoy a game of casual without spending hours trying to get into a lobby without bots and cheaters.
my love isn't blinded though and i've seen some issues with the movement both in-game and outside of the game. so here are some quick reminders for those who need it:
#fixtf2 is an ongoing peaceful protest. drawing sniper robots getting destroyed or killing bots in game with army of pocket medics by your side is fine. going out of your way to harass(or worse) anyone is not.
not everyone knows what's going on with tf2! if you see anyone questioning the movement - even if you think they might be a troll - cool down your head and tell what is going on and why. there are many videos explaining the situation, share them!
don't drop to your enemy's level. whether or not you believe #fixtf2 would end well, stay civil. if discussion starts going in the wrong direction, leave before it goes completely sour.
i really hope it goes well, but for it to happen we must work together in unity. think twice before you act, sign the petition if you didn't already and keep protesting!
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