#i just checked tumblr very occasionally last year so...

[celeryw]

I posted 22,076 times in 2022

That's 22,061 more posts than 2021!

186 posts created (1%)

21,890 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

pa-pa-plasma

@applejee

@nullians

@ithoughteventheboneswoulddoot

@blazingsnark

I tagged 7,916 of my posts in 2022

#flowers - 486 posts

#vid - 464 posts

#naruto - 447 posts

#cats - 342 posts

#natsume yuujinchou - 325 posts

#sky - 282 posts

#fashion - 256 posts

#dc - 244 posts

#water - 243 posts

#cel speaks - 174 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#usually those are the days where im desperately cold and standing on the side of the road waiting for ptv to whisk me away from frosty hell

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

thank you to @ohai-there for listening to my demands and constant bugging and doing this commission for me!

it's based on a scene from @nullians' valentine's day fic.

12 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

#4

this tumblr shop ad.

18 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#3

Natsume Week Day 3: Sacrifice / Selfishness

Natori Shuuichi is an actor of many years and an exorcist for longer. He’s almost thirty after all. He's running on fumes and he doesn't stop until he has to. Natori-centric. 500w.

He closes the door behind him and stands in his entrance way. He breathes. His phone lights up in his hand, ringing.

“Hello? Ah, yes. I just got home.”

24 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

Natsume Week Day 6: Unexpected Meetings

When I was around 12 years old I 'met' Natsume Takashi.

33 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

See the full post

187 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[wh0r3r4ngh43]

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hiii! Welcome to my (very fucking new) blog ^^

Imma be so fr rn, I’ve been an avid tumblr user for years but I have a shitton to learn when it comes to running a fanfic/writing page. So please, be patient with me ˃ᴗ˂

As if right now, I’m pretty low on ideas so feel free to send any requests on the button that’s in my bio <3

Rules (so far, I’ll be adding more later):

𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒♬ ﾟ. 𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒♬ ﾟ. 𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈⭒♬ ﾟ. 𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈

1. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! ➜ I’ll probably be writing a lot of smut, and I’d be deathly uncomfortable if a minor interacted with any of those posts…or just my posts in general. I’ll most likely check profiles for the age in your bio! Minor=Blocked.

2. I’m going to be mainly focusing on SEVENTEEN (occasionally BTS). Though, if you have a request on a member from another group, I’d be happy to try and write something about them.

3. As far as smut goes—I’m perfectly happy to write content that revolves around BDSM/Kinks etc. Though, please note that I will most likely not do anything that’s very extreme and I’ll NOT be writing things such as: Petplay, Age-play, anything involving animals (such as hybrid stuff n etc), piss/shit/vomit kinks, anything to do with gore & ACTUAL rape (CNC kink can be fine unless it’s too extreme), and uhhhh…that’s all I can remember right now but I’ll be adding more later!

4. When sending a request pls make sure to specify the genre that you wish for me to write it in (for example: smut, angst, fluff, etc etc), so that I know more specifically what you want me too write ^^. Please also specify the reader’s gender n etc. As for smut, do specify things such as petnames and things such as the specific kinks or sexual acts that you want me to include. I wanna try my best to make it as good as possible for you, so I’d really appreciate a few details so that I don’t end up writing something that you don’t enjoy <3

5. This is safe place for people of any race, gender, sexuality etc. NO discrimination or hate toward groups of people (unless it’s towards racist bigots and such lmao) will be tolerated! No extremist beliefs such as religion and right-winged politics pls! Just be nice n chill here.

6. Please note: I’m a person who has AuDHD (both Autism and ADHD). I’m struggling to finish my last year of school (12th year) without failing + dealing with bad mental health. So, just pls be patient :) It might take me awhile to post or complete some requests, but I promise that I’m trying my best. Mwah ᥫ᭡.

I think that’s all as of right now, but I’ll be updating this <3

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[mejigay]

MEJIBRAY MiA is chewing on his ribcage bone

Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The Series

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Hello to my favorite bitches, long time no see! Ready for a classic mejigay gossip sesh?

If you were anything like me, you started a Tumblr blog about visual kei very young (I've posted about vk on this blog since I was 16) and now you're an adult. MEJIBRAY broke up around 6 years ago now I think right? I am now 24, have a masters degree and planning on moving to Japan in spring. Crazy how time flies right.

Let's refresh our minds a little bit okay? Now I'm assuming you remember everything from those 6-ish years ago. The MEJIBRAY label/contract issue with Tsuzuku and Koichi, Tsuzuku's borderline disorder, the refusal to do encores during the last tour, the charcoal face paint and the result of it all which was 8p-sb. If you want a recap on that specific semi-disbandment drama there's plenty of posts that I made about it while it was happening so feel free to check it out! (keep in mind I was like 18 and very dramatic writing those posts lol) There's also this great summary from a redditor in the comment section here

The same redditor even filled me in on stuff I felt out of the loop about in their reply to the OP. I know 8p-sb is gone and Koichi does Trembling Bambi solo stuff while Genki (Tsuzuku) is a vocal coach, is in the band 30 seconds certain victory, and revives VanessA occasionally. But this has also happened:

Yeah what the fuck Koichi? Now, I do remember starting that yakuza theory here on Tumblr back in the MEJIBRAY semi-disbanding days. I read it on tanuki and told y'all about it and got soooo much shit for it at the time lol. Looks like Koichi kind of confirmed the theory! (take that rude anons in my asks back then lmao). However, Koichi staying in the same industry he claims is rotten and run by the yakuza is definitely weird. Why talk all high and mighty while benefitting from it one may ask. Either way, for those wondering what Koichi is up to, there's your answer and an explanation to why he got backlash. About the VanessA stuff, one can conclude that our favorite duo, Genki and Koichi, doesn't seem to be that involved with each other anymore.

I would also like to take time to talk about Genki's well being, as some of you might know he has a youtube channel in Japanese. From my so-so Japanese skills I can still keep up with a lot of what he's saying. Good news, he's doing better now than the MEJIBRAY days from the looks of it. In this video he talked about how the photo from the MEJIBRAY days was him being unwell and the picture to the right is him feeling much better!

(TW for this paragraph: self harm) In another video he talked about various topics/gave advice such as about self harm/cutting and how it annoys him when people say he shouldn't hurt the body his parents gave to him. He thinks that's an incorrect way to tell someone to stop cutting and seems in general to be very open to talk about this topic while smiling and not getting angered. So he seemed very stable, mature and content to me.

What about Meto/Yutaro? Well, he seems to be a happy chef! As for MiA... I've seen him hang out with hosts like Roland and in general seems to live that bougie life. Roland is a top host who aims for the prince vibe just like MiA, and is open about his plastic surgeries just like MiA. Now let's get into a really recent topic about Mia!

Just like me, you might still follow our MEJIBRAY boys on various social medias. And just like me, you might have seen MiA's picture where he chews a bone. "Huh, weird" you might have thought as you scrolled past it. Well here I am, resurrecting this blog once again, just to tell you that the bone is MiA's fucking ribcage bone. I ain't posting that picture, find it yourself cause it's gross.

As MiA poses in the same costumes from his MEJIBRAY days and posts them on Instagram, you'd think his life and social media posts were a bit mundane. Then, a fucking picture of him chewing a thick ass bone pops up. The bone in question was taken out during a ribcage surgery, that MiA claims was done in order for him to create a custom guitar with his BONE INFUSED into it. Yeah I know. What???

In general you could either see it as him being a massive attention hungry person, or as unhinged and putting his life in danger. Bone surgeries are very harmful and anyone with two working eyes can see his shaved jawline bone already. So adding a removed ribcage bone to that... It's dangerous.

That's it for the gossip sesh! I'm thinking of making this "Keeping up with MEJIBRAY: The series" a thing whenever I think there needs to be a big gossip update like this.

To anyone still here in the MEJIBRAY Tumblr tags and to anyone following this blog, thanks for reading all of this and I hope we can laugh at this absurdity together! <3

xoxo mejigay

(feel free to read that sign off in the gossip girl voice lmao)

[iheartcborle]

coughs splutters uh. uh. hhm. im tryna think. whizzer meeting the lesbians? :3

You said drabble so it's only 470 words BUT have this!! Kinda nervous actually posting writing to Tumblr for the first time but oh well!!

Four unlikely lovers :)

☆

The streets of New York were relatively quiet that morning, no one was really about and the only noise was the occasional bird, or car. Well, the only noise except quiet conversation from Marvin and Whizzer, who were walking hand-in-hand towards a small cafe a few streets away.

“Marv, I really don’t know..” Whizzer started, before turning his head to Marvin who had started to speak before being swiftly cut off, “And I know what you’re gonna say. Yes, I’ve technically met them before and I shouldn’t be nervous because they’re your friends, but I can’t help it baby.”

Whizzer’s clutch on Marvin’s hand tightened, he was repetitively running his other hand through his hair to calm his nerves, which Marvin took note of. He turned his boyfriend to face him, kissing him quickly and looking him in the eyes.

“Whizzer. Trust me, you’ll be perfect, you always are.”

- - -

Charlotte and Cordelia were already sat at the table when Marvin held out his hand, inviting Whizzer to sit down first. He followed suit, sitting down and giving a quick greeting to the two women before speaking up, putting an arm around Whizzer as he did so.

“So.. You kinda met at the baseball game but this is Whizzer, my boyfriend, properly now-” He laughed a little at the last bit, acknowledging the two years of yearning they listened to, “I think you’ll really like him.”

Whizzer smiled apprehensively and held out his hand to shake both of theirs. It wasn’t like he was scared of them, per se, it was just so new.. Being Marvin’s boyfriend was different now, he was proud to say it, and he was meeting his friends? It explained why his hands trembled and why he stumbled over his words when he spoke.

“Nice- Uh, good to meet you both properly. Let me tell you a little about myself..?” He patiently waited as if for permission to speak from.. Well, anyone. Whizzer placed a hand on his partner’s thigh, tapping his fingers, and was quickly comforted by Marvin’s fingers intertwining with his own.

“Please! I mean, Marvin spoke a lot about you.. All good! I promise. But we wanna hear it from the man himself.” Cordelia piped up, receiving a hum of agreement from Charlotte, who was sat absentmindedly messing with her girlfriend’s blonde curls.

Whizzer snapped out of his anxious haze and got talking, quickly settling back into his element. He talked of his hobbies, his travels, his childhood.. And got into a lengthy conversation with Cordelia about cooking. By time one of the four checked the time, hours had passed, and none of them could really believe it. The four of them all got on so well, no one would’ve thought it really. Four, very good, unlikely friends.. Some would even say they're lovers.

[inkedroplets]

fanfic writer questions

Thanks so much for the tag @sideguitars

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

Twenty. A good mix of one-shots and longer fics that I will finish someday...

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

534,441

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supergirl but I've dabbled with Legends of Tomorrow and have a few unpublished fics for different fandoms that I might share

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Rich Girl With Issues (I swear I'm almost done with the last chapter. The flu kicked my ass but I'm finishing up. My weird Lena becomes a vigilante fic. I still am amazed that people like it as much as they do)

Maybe I'm Too Afraid to Admit It (Kind of cute Kara realizes she has feelings for Lena. I really don't know why this one resonated with so many people)

Somewhere You Can't Follow (My weird (and poorly written) Legends and Supergirl crossover. I would love to go back and actually rewrite large bits of this but the dialogue is on point, at least. Oh and Lena gets to see her mom again so that's a plus)

Denial is Not Just a River in Egypt (I have no memory of this place fic)

Nothing Gold Can Stay (My one and only kidfic but I love it to pieces)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do and I don't. I'm a lot more offline than I was when I first started writing and if too much time passes, I feel weird about responding since I feel like I'm bothering people but I am trying to be better about it. Because I really do cherish each one

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably nothing I've posted yet would count but I do have one that I plan to post soon-ish that's so angsty I took a year to decide whether or not to share it.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think all of my one-shots have pretty standard happy endings. I think I'll say that either Rich Girl or Nothing Gold Can Stay will have the happiest endings (in my opinion) Wait (a little longer) and see

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'll get the occasional weird comment. Nothing out of the ordinary. I did get a really rude bookmark once that kind of made me laugh. They hated the story yet still chose to bookmark it which is a choice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I dabble in it. There's a snippet floating around somewhere on tumblr that I'm too lazy to find. I'll share it once I finish the first chapter. It's a bit out of my wheelhouse but its fun? Very different kind of writing than what I'm used to.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I write a lot of crossovers. I think when I write fic, I want to see something a little strange and unique that I can't find elsewhere. I'm working on a fic now where Kara meets Matt Murdock, that's not an interaction I ever envisioned myself writing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so? To be fair, I haven't ever cared enough to check. I don't think I'm popular enough to get a fic stolen xD

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Someone translated one of my fics into Russian. I was incredibly flattered that they liked it enough to do so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I think it's mostly because I'm quite a selfish writer? I know what and how I want to write so collaboration is quite difficult. Maybe I still have some leftover trauma from all the group projects of my past.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Supercorp, if that wasn't very, very obvious.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'll finish them all!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I really don't know and that's not just me being modest. I don't really think I do anything particularly well?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Being succinct. Every ficlet wants to be a multi-chaptered story and every multi-chaptered story wants to be a novel

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think if implemented well it can be a great addition. If it's merely tacked on, however... I feel it not only doesn't add anything to the story but it makes the reader aware that they're reading a story. A bit of the magic is lost in the clunky execution.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 Supercorp but I've dabbled in fandom for years and years. There's ancient Xena fic somewhere in my mother's basement

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Probably has to be Rich Girl but I really am fond of Swear Not by the Moon, as well. I've really enjoyed expanding the scope of Supergirl's world a bit and watching the characters slowly grow over the course of the story

No-pressure tags, of course: I never know who to tag in these until I finish these but if you like @rustingcat @vox-ex @sazernac

[u-sari]

A little note... (2/27/24)

Hi guys! I know it's been quite awhile... (maybe about 3 years since i lasted posted something here?) I'm not entirely sure how many of my followers are going to see this (i have no idea if tumblr is a dead platform or not lol), but as you can tell, i completely quit posting my art here... well, MHA overall. I lost interest in the fandom quite a long time ago and even stopped keeping up with it as a whole... Nothing personal, but my interests just shifted and changed. But, I feel like i owed you guys some type of explanation or a 'goodbye'. I'm so, so sorry that it took this long... Basically, I just wanna say that thank you guys for all the fun years on tumblr, and all the mutuals and followers I gained. I will always reminiscence about the good times being on this platform haha. I am going to post all of my MHA art here that I haven't posted very soon! I'm going to keep my tumblr open, so my art remains here :) My instagram is deactivated, and my twitter no longer has any of my old MHA art on it. Since I won't be replying to my inboxes anymore, any of my MHA art is free to be used or reposted (with credit of course). No need to ask me personally anymore. Occasionally, I'll look up the dubs to my comics on youtube and edits you guys make with my art. It makes me feel so special <3

I've tried to make it easier on you guys to find my art on this account. A lot of my reposts have been deleted, so if you scroll down, a majority of it should be together. But, to find ALL of my art, it's tagged under #myart on my profile ! <3

Again, thank you guys for the wonderful years! It's not a full goodbye because if you are interested, I am active on only twitter (@Usari_i). If you guys care for any helluvaboss, hazbin hotel, or any of my original art, you can check out my art there! The only accounts I have are on tumblr and twitter. Any other platforms are fakes. Any who, i love you guys sm and take care! See you tumblr!! <3

Until we meet again, U-sari xx

[kaiju-heritage-posts]

Well folks, we've reached the end of the active Kaiju Heritage Posts queue. I'll still be posting occasionally as we reach the 3 year threshold, and occasionally I'll be scouring my own personal post archive for heritage post candidates each month.

In the meantime, I'd like to encourage followers to submit their favorite kaiju posts for heritage status! Just check the pinned post and send it in!! I worry sometimes that the heritage posts really only reflect stuff I find funny and interesting, so I'd encourage you to submit posts you think are noteworthy to tumblr kaiju content!

And a very heartfelt thank you to everyone who's followed since I started this blog last year. It means a lot to me to share my love of esoteric big fella humor with others. Here's the next year of sharing wonderful and hilarious heritage posts with you all!

[lonely-vault-boy]

What kinds of gifts do you think the harbingers give eachother during their """christmas""" holiday?

ngl these prompts are absolutely my favorite thing to see when i open tumblr!!

Pierro gives everybody socks. All of them. But they're all goofy socks he ordered custom.

Dottore's last year were anatomically correct. Two years ago they had a bunch of his clones in chibi form. This year they have a bunch of little organs and vials. Only prime gets socks tho bc Pantalone is very strict with the holiday gift budget.

Capitano gets just boring black socks, but he secretly wants fun socks like everybody else.

Columbina gets fluffy slipper socks.

Pulcinella gets socks with striped or dot patterns- kinda basic, but very fun for an old man.

He forgot to get Scara a gift for the last 200 years in a row. It is absolutely on purpose.

Apparently his socks were classy enough for Signora, bc she claimed that she lit them on fire. She secretly wore them on nights when she felt lonely tho. They usually have some sort of moth or rose pattern on them.

Sandrone gets frilly socks, but she never actually checks her mail. They've been sitting there for two years. The frilly socks for her robot had a much better reception tho.

Pantalone gets socks with little mora on them. Every year. And every year he says that he would have preferred a check.

Arlecchino gets plain woolen socks, but she prefers the practicality.

Childe always gets the most fucked up socks but in a fun way. Pierro (as an immortal) doesn't fully understand age. So he gets Childe socks from whatever thing is popular with like little kids and then has it designed so something is getting stabbed. Super gruesome, but Childe grew up poor and was raised to never reject a gift.

Dottore gives everyone vitamins. He knows all of their medical records by heart, so he comes up with custom vitamins for each of them.

Columbina only gives gifts to a few people. Her gifts to Pierro and Dottore greatly benefit the Fatui's research, but I can't say what they are because that knowledge is forbidden. She also makes Arlecchino and Childe super fluffy scarves. They're not very well knitted, but Arlecchino wears hers all the time. Childe wears his whenever he's in Snezhnaya bc he's afraid of her.

Capitano gives everybody rations. He says it's best to be practical. For the past 5 years, he's had to tell Childe that sparring is not a valid gift. He also hands out rations in the capital because winters are very harsh.

Pulcinella used to get meaningful little gifts for each harbinger...but for the past 5 years he hasn't had enough in his budget to get anything for most of the other harbingers. He claims he invests it into the city, but if anyone has been to a small home in Morepesok (or even Childe's room at the palace), they'd be able to see that he's lying. If they could see anything at all beyond the piles of candy and plushies.

Scaramouche despises the holidays. Partially bc nobody ever gets him anything, but mostly bc he hates seeing all of the happy families gathered together around the fire. Especially the young kids. It reminds him of the family he should have had...

Sandrone gives the other harbingers little dolls of themselves. It's super creepy. Childe also gets a card every year asking for some of his hair.

Signora claims she's above trivial matters like holidays, but if one listens very carefully, they can sometimes hear a woman singing from atop the palace.

Pantalone gives everyone passive aggressive cards accusing them of going over budget. He used to get mocked for not getting actual gifts, but he claims the cards are made from quality paper.

Also...he doesn't have the best track record with gifts.

He 100% sucks up to Pierro and he Tsaritsa in his cards tho.

Dottore gets sucked up in a different way.

Arlecchino buys gifts for the orphans, but occasionally she'll gift the other harbingers ugly sweaters. Once, one of the stockings "accidentally" ended up on Childe's desk. She says she has no idea how it got there, and he claims that he didn't cry himself to sleep during his first holiday away from his family.

They're both liars, but neither of them really wants to call the other out.

Childe always ends up with the most gifts. Not just from the harbingers (and the Tsaritsa) since he's the youngest and was still a kid when he was recruited, but also from the Fatui who work under him. He spends his entire budget on gifts for his family and Pulcinella, so he makes the other harbingers and recruits a nice, warm meal. He spends like a super long time on it too. And none of the other harbingers want to admit that it's good, but it is.

He managed to convince Pulcinella to let him invite some of the orphans as well so they can have a nice meal for the holidays.

[its-a-me-mango]

BLOG Q&A

Is this blog just for SMG4 content?

Yes! This blog is just for SMG4 content! None of my other work will be on this blog, nor will any non SMG4 related reblogs be on here, this is my gay little SMG4 corner of the internet! I may sometimes talk about other things on here, such as other interests and crossovers and stuff like that, but the main focus of this blog is SMG4! I may also sometimes post about Mario in general (as I am just a big fan of Mario) but it’ll always be in an SMG4 context.

Is your blog SFW?

Yes! My blog is SFW! I try to keep my blog as 13+ as possible as I know there’s a lot of teens in this fandom and the last thing I want is for anyone to get uncomfortable with my blog. I may occasionally make jokes or references to more mature content, however I will tag these things as “Suggestive” if needed, please be sure to filter this tag if you’re not comfortable with seeing them. I will never explicitly post anything NSFW on this blog, I am just a 25 year old who still thinks sex jokes are funny.

With that in mind, I do not censor myself, I don't put symbols in words or use words that sound like what I'm saying, you don't need to do that on Tumblr and it can actually be harmful to people who do need those words filtered! I will say cunt, I will say sex, I will say porn, I won't censor myself to try and get around someone's filters at all, so please keep that in mind also.

Why do you take so long to respond to asks/messages/posts?

ADHD. I got no better answer for this, it’s all to do with energy for me and wherever my motivation is! I like to space things out on my blog whenever possible so that can sometimes lead me to have things sit around for a while with no response. I also like to respond with art wherever possible so that also can take a while. I can assure you if I am active and posting, I have seen your ask/message/post, please be patient with me when it comes to responding!

Why have you not responded to my ask/message/post?

Oh this is easy, it’s because of one of 2 things:

ADHD, again. I’m just taking my sweet ass time with responding! As mentioned before I sometimes respond with art (mainly for suggestions) so that can sometimes take me a while to get around to!

I don’t know how to respond, I do try my best but sometimes I have nothing good to respond with, so I just don’t! I’m not a very social person either and I kinda suck at having conversations so there’s that to consider as well.

I do read/see everything that is sent in to me and I do genuinely appreciate people's interest in me and my work, please do not take it personally if I do not respond to you! You are always welcome to send me more asks/messages/posts even if I have not responded to your previous one, there’s no limit on how much can be sent to me and I love seeing recurring profiles pop up with new stuff for me!

Can people tag you in posts?

Yes you can! I cannot guarantee that I'll respond/reblog every post that I'm tagged in but I do not mind being tagged (as long as its not excessive lol). I'm very hesitant to tag people myself unless I have something for them, so much like before, don't take it personally if I don't respond to posts I'm tagged in, I'm just shyyyyy.

Why do you not follow/message people?

I am on a side blog, this is my side blog, I cannot follow or like from a side blog and I don't want to interact from my main as of right now, I don’t care if people stumble upon it I just don’t want to link it to this blog right now. It’s the same reason why I don’t like people's posts either, trust me I wish I could, but I don’t want to make a whole new Tumblr account. I am perfectly happy running things like this, even if it means I can’t interact as much as I'd like to.

How active are you here?

I check this blog every day at least, and I like to reblog/post as much as I can. As stated I have ADHD so my interests can change around and fluctuate whenever, but I do at least aim to be here once a day. If I ever go quiet for any reason, I can still be contacted easily so don’t worry about sending in anything at any point! I’ll usually say if I’m going away at all but again, ADHD, so if I go on an unscheduled hiatus, it’s just me fixating on something else, don’t be afraid to message or interact with this blog if it goes quiet, the notification will probably bring me back anyway lol.

Are you on any other platforms?

I am not on any other platforms except Tumblr and Twitter!

I am on DA under my main account's name where I sometimes upload my SMG4 pieces there but that is it, I have a YouTube which has nothing on it (I’ve made like one comment from it lol). I will announce here if I'm on a different platform, I am not on discord under this username and I do not willingly give it out to people.

You said something that was not so great/problematic!

Please tell me! It is never my intention to offend or upset anyone so anything of that nature is 100% by mistake, you are welcome and encouraged to reach out to me and tell me if I make a mistake like that, I will not be upset or angry! This includes telling me about people I interact with that go against my DNI, I cannot check everyone I interact with so I appreciate any heads up on that too! I’m unlikely to answer or post about it unless it feels necessary to do so, but I will read and act accordingly to any concerns people have!

You do know DNI banners don’t really work right?

I know, I cannot stop TERF’s, Proshippers, Zionists or any other scumbag from looking at my blog, the most I can do is block anyone who sets off any immediate red flags to me and move on. I do not have the time nor patients to crawl through every single follower of mine to see if they fit my DNI criteria, I will usually ignore most people who give me the ick unless they insist on interacting with me. My DNI is mainly just to state where I personally stand and to let others know I don’t associate with those groups of people.

[campgender]

So I say this with all the love and respect in my heart- I understand you feeling isolated or othered by people saying “men dni” on posts/blogs that you relate to, but fairly regularly complaining about it publicly from the standpoint of the man who is being asked to not interact, has a very “not all men” smell to it that makes it hard to like, empathize with the very real issues underneath this particular phenomenon. Also, in a very real moment of honesty, I think you know that you- tme bigender high femme fagdyke- are not the man in question that women don’t want to interact with. I don’t mean for this to come across aggressive or insincere, I just think it might be beneficial for you to reframe how you’ve been thinking about this issue, and it might help you feel less targeted by other queer people who are not trying to attack you.

wait, so i am a real man when it’s sexist of me to complain, but i’m not the real man they mean so the exclusionism i’m complaining about isn’t actually affecting me anyway? okay, got it: my gender is whatever gets me to shut up fastest.

speaking of my silence i’m very fascinated by your definition of ‘fairly regular’ since to my knowledge i’ve made 5 posts in the past 3 months that even reference this phenomenon, all of which except the ask meme response i posted yesterday are & have been unrebloggable due to my rampant fear of being accused of this very bullshit for so much as glancing in the direction of my own experiences!

if you last read those posts when they were made then it makes sense why you wouldn’t remember what i said in the longest of those, back on march 10 (link):

To Be Clear. my issue is not with people having certain boundaries, even when i disagree with the political implications! but i have had the tags “#men dni” and “#men do not interact” and “#men don’t interact” filtered for years, and i have the text “men dni” and “men do not interact” and “men don’t interact” filtered even though tumblr’s filtering system means that also blocks posts that are specifying something like “cishet men” (or even, occasionally, “i’m a man, men dni blogs don’t rb”), unnecessarily blocking posts people would’ve been fine with / happy about me engaging with, out of an abundance of goddamn fucking caution but apparently the burden remains on me to check individual bios before liking + reblogging a post every time i think the op might potentially be expecting me to self-gatekeep out of it.

but of course as you’ve so kindly pointed out the expectation to self-gatekeep is all in my head! never mind how many people reblog my femme posts with a cool url or insightful tags whose blog when i check it out specifically says something to the effect of “trans men this means you too” after their men dni policy. but since i obviously haven’t been thorough enough in my brief sporadic generally filter-tagged vent posts, let me be perfectly clear:

while i may feel a twinge of disappointment over a femme gender meme & frustration over a butch positivity post created by blogs with ‘men dni’ policies, my core issue here is blogs that self-brand as femme/queer/dyke/whatever archivists who are expecting me to gatekeep my access to my own history. that is why i started reading full texts myself & that is why i post excerpts anyone can reblog & that is why my tumblr has been left to run her queue for days at a time while i try to resolidify myself in the arguments of four decades ago instead.

so thank you for the reminder that no amount of self-censorship is enough 💖 i’ll try harder to stop playing this rigged game 💖

[awakefor48hours]

Rises the Moon

[Fanfiction.net] || [AO3]

Fandoms: Avatar the Last Airbender Warnings: None Characters: Azula/Katara (Azutara) Additional Tags: POV Azula (Avatar), (kinda an azula redemption but idk how well that works for this so i wont tag it), Good Azula (Avatar), < i am tagging that though, Post-Canon, Azula Needs a Hug (Avatar), Hurt/Comfort, Not Beta Read, I Wrote This While Listening to Girl in Red's Music, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net

Summary: Katara visits Azula in prison.

You ever just get the urge to write an Azutara fic based on a random thought you had once? Basically just this fic.

Ever since Azula was imprisoned, she's spent most of her time reflecting. Mainly reflecting on the fourteen years of her life and how she got to be where she is now. It's not like there was much else to do in her cell. The main thing she found herself reflecting on was her position in the war. There was no denying her involvement but it was over now, so all she could do was think. 

What was she even trying to do? After her time spent behind bars, she began to realize that she didn't even care about the Fire Nation much anyway. She only cared about people, very certain people. Her parents, Zuko, Ty Lee, Mai, Iroh, all of them. She let all of them into her heart, fought tooth and nail to get to the end goal, and was now the farthest away from anything. She fought for power but now had to beg for control. 

She wished she could start over. Do it again from the beginning. She would go with Zuko, she would join the Avatar, she would've loved her friends more than feared her father. She would've lived in love and felt fear. But it wasn't meant to be. Now she was stuck here, probably for the rest of her life. No one but the dank walls and occasional visits from her brother, who was now the Fire Lord. 

At least, it was usually her brother, but recently someone new would also visit her cell. The water tribe girl, Katara.

Azula still remembered the first time Katara came to visit her and it was strange. The weight of the world seemed to increase tenfold when she saw her face, panic set in as the events of the Agni Kai played over in her head again. The way she was so easily overpowered, completely frozen in a block of ice in under a second, then found herself chained the second she came to senses. That was terror, pure terror, and Azula was now at a point where she would admit that. She was scared of Katara. Katara made her feel like prey trapped in a cage, as the predator would watch. She was able to overpower back then and who's to say that one day she wouldn't want to finish the job?

It's for this reason, Azula barely remembers their first interactions. Katara would stop by about once a week, maybe to check up on her or get properly aquatinted. Again, Azula barely remembers their first interactions. But as time passed more and more, Azula started to allow herself to open up to her. If she was going to regain some control over her life, she had to give even Katara a chance. She was already living in the worst case scenario.

After allowing herself to open up to Katara, she slowly began to feel a bond to her. Katara was actually quite an interesting person. She had plenty of entertaining stories to share with her about her time travelling across the world and about Toph, the blind earth-bender. Every time Azula heard Katara's stories, she started longing for that type of life. Azula could've had Katara's life, she could've been able to enjoy these peace times with Ty Lee and Mai right now if only she had gone with her heart. 

Azula wanted to wallow in this thought but that was when Katara said something to her that stuck to her. "Azula, you're allowed to be angry." Azula didn't want to answer at first. Her conversation skills were already bad before she was imprisoned but now they've only gotten significantly worse. Best response she could muster in this situation was just looking at her in the eyes and trying to nod appropriately to what she was saying. "This isn't fair. Everything that happened to you wasn't fair and you're allowed to be angry but just make sure you're not angry with yourself. You're changing and that's good."

A wave of emotions washed over Azula. A wave of anger, a wave of sadness, a wave of joy, all of them crashing over her at the same time. What should her response to that be? She would be stuck in a damp prison for a war that was started before she was born. A war that she lost. A war that she experienced loss. But also, a peace time that let her talk to Zuko again. A peace time that let her potentially start a new friendship with the one who defeated her. Everything was confusing, everything was changing, everything was the same. Just a few sentences and Azula's head was spinning. 

"I'm sorry, Azula, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll--"

"No," Azula's voice was slightly hoarse due to amount of talking, or lack of, she was used to now, "I appreciate it." What she said next surprised even her but it shows that she was changing. "Thank you, Katara."

With that Katara gave her a smile. 

As time pasted, along with introspection, Azula has also started dabbling with poetry. She wanted peace and her uncle seemed to have achieved it, copying his perspective on life seemed like a good way to go. She was living in darkness but it didn't matter how long or prominent the darkness might be, even a flicker of light would be enough for her. It would help her out of her own darkness. At least that was what she told herself. It seemed too on the nose but this was just for her.

As she thought more about any other potential poetry she could tell herself, her cell opened and it was Katara, as she expected. If there would be any light in Azula's life, she wanted it to be Katara. Ironically Katara was what fire should be, tender and warm, not destructive. She did still embody the water tribe though, she was gentle but also she was light. Light in a way that fire wasn't supposed to be. She wasn't the sun, she was the moon. She rose when times are darkest and reflects the light of those around her. 

Maybe that was Azula was trying to get at earlier. Light always exists and right now, in the depths of Azula's darkness, Katara was the light. Katara was her moon. 

If you're wondering about Kataang's relaitonship status in this fic you're asking too much from me /joking. I didn't think about it and purposefully didn't add it because I want to leave it up to reader interpretation.

[meimeiherokitten]

Hey, Tumblr! I just realized something!

None of my family is on this particular social media platform (including my unfortunately otherwise-amazing unsupportive partner).

So I get to say it here and nowhere else!

Hi! I'm genderfluid. I'm in my 40s and I just figured it out. They didn't have a term for it when I was younger (well, not one fit for civilized conversation anyway), so I didn't know. There were times I was super awesome at being a girl...and times I was REALLY bad at it. I swing like a pendulum...occasionally day to day. I've been called a tomboy all my life but it never felt like it was entirely the right term. Androgynous was closer but not really... I had a non-binary friend who suggested i might be but even that didn't feel exactly right. While I didn't always feel comfortable as a girl, I also knew I wasn't trans. I like being a girl. Occasionally I feel better as a guy. Then back again. I just thought I was weird.

I am a big Good Omens fan and when everyone began describing Crowley as genderfluid, I checked out what it meant and it was like *dramatic music plays* huge revelation. I COULD be one gender, then the other, or stick as a bit of both, as extremely as I wanted and I wasn't alone in that.

I have friends who are supportive, but unfortunately my family is not. My parents are...ah...quite vocally conservative. My siblings probably don't have any idea such things exist. My current partner is wonderful in literally every other aspect... except they are very unaccepting of this. Emphatically and angrily unaccepting. So I hide it from them. I have stickers with genderfluid colors on them, but never anything that looks like a flag. I wear what clothes I can get away with. I cut my hair short last year and I love it (gave aforementioned partner a stroke tho).

But here I can talk about it.

I was masc at an event and someone called mt handsome and I could have died. I had someone call me 'young man' and nearly did a back-flip. Alternately I wore a very low-cut corset dress a few weeks ago and nearly made someone fall out of their chair. I've gone by many nicknames, stage-names, and pen-names through the years. The one I like best is Lo or Lau.

Hyperfixating on Good Omens and Our Flag Means Death and Sandman helped. Because, if nothing else, the fanfic community can be one heck of a place of self-discovery.

Now that I have it figured out, I simply feel better. I feel seen. I know genderfluidity is pretty variable, and I will probably get at least one person telling me i got it wrong, but it is what works for me. This is where I feel at home in my own skin. Finally!

(Oh yeah, did I mention I'm a filthy genderfluid pirate on the weekends? No? Well I am!)

[jayspire]

Hi! Im a new person here on tumblr. This blog is to show you my journey, and to help others if I can. Today Im going to list things I’m going to manifest, how, and I will recount as we go I will also post my results. I’m very familiar with the LOA so if you have any questions you can ask and I’ll respond as soon as I can. But this works two ways. If I ever say something u don’t agree with feel free to correct me I might also occasionally ask questions as well. Now I’m going to share a success story I had in 7th grade.

At this time I heard of manifesting. It was December and I was just sick of school. So utterly sick I wanted to never come back. And I don’t know what made me do this but I would literally go “you know what I’m not going to school. For a whole MONTH!” And I kept saying this to everyone. I didn’t know what I was doing like I still went to school everyday but I didn’t think about it I think I was joking around but I was so sour it seemed real. Anyway i got appendicitis 💀. And I stayed home for a month 💀. I didn’t connect this to manifesting bc it seemed like a coincidence and I had been having stomach pain + frequent hospital trips for a few months so it was like it already happened. Anyway I went back to school and my home room teacher was my English teacher. And in English we had this thing where we wrote a book entry everyday and after two weeks we turned them in. Now I was always on time with this but since I was sick I didn’t do mine and procrastinated on it even when I went back to school. So the Friday I woke up and figured she’d check them I was so scared it was the due date. But again idk what possessed me but I woke up somehow knowing she wouldn’t come to school that even though she never skips Fridays. I told my mom, my cousin, my friend up until I reached her door I literally said “she’s not here today see”, I wasn’t even at the door how did I know.

I turned out she fell down some stairs and didn’t return for the rest of the year. The guilt ate me up. I confessed 😭. I told my friends it was me. She was already over weight and I was so worried. I did this with my math teacher when I didn’t do the hw but she always came back. From that day manifesting scared me. I didn’t use subs, meditations or anything I just knew in a disregarding way?? Xx

Now I want to post about my journey bc I’ve grown since then. I want to manifest waking up in the void every night completely aware. As soon as I become unaware of my 3d reality I become aware of the void. Technically we are the void. Idk if I want to do this how I did before because when manifesting appendicitis it took a month, but when manifesting my teacher not being there it took one morning. All I know is the common factor is the feeling of know. Actually it was more of an attitude. So what I’m going to do is :

1. Pick an aff or a few I’ll list them. I don’t like robotic affirmations bc why I affirm if I already have it. I’ll only use robotic affirmation when I’m in doubt otherwise I’ll just remind myself occasionally how I already go into the void every night and how it’s so great. Even in doubt b4 resorting to that I’ll listen to subs or meditation.

2. Know it’s going to happen because why wouldn’t it. Know it happened.

3. I like meditation so I’m going to use that. It makes my body buzz. There’s this creator on her who makes affirmation tapes @adambja and she has this tape the peaked my curiosity its on her page you don’t have to dm her it’s called just another tape. It’s so cool I only tried it three times so far. The last two I got interrupted by my family tapping me awake I try so hard to do this in private 😭. But don’t worry if you can’t like me meditating normally also helps I thought it was a waste of time the first week but after a while I loved it made me so detached.

So just to clear this up if in doubt I will use subs or meditate, I know I go into the void every night, I will also meditate normally bc it’s so great and strengthens you before you go into doubt, and here are affs I will use:

“I wake up in the void every night aware”

“I become aware of the void every night”

“I’ve mastered the void”

OMG BEFORE I FORGET

There’s a creator on here I think Maya or Mara I’ll double check who introduced me to morphia energy fields. I don’t know much about this but she made a challenge of using them and I will at her in the comments bc I want to try this for more information on what this is you can go to her blog to see. That’s all again I will post my results 👋

[chucklechampion]

i dont think i've ever actually done an introduction despite being on tumblr for like a decade lmao so

hello!! 🐶

my name is ren, or possibly puppy, i'm a 25 year old lee leaning switch. i use they/them pronouns but as i get further on t i really like he/him too 🥺 somehow attained every lee's dream and am living with my fiancee, daddy, ler, and soulmate @sapphinity 💕 hopefully we'll have some more content soon once we get our own place!

i'm honestly so so terrible at tagging things so there isnt really a tag masterlist, but here's a

list of things you can expect from this blog

tickling, duh

all sorts of puppy play and regression stuff

⚠️⚠️POSSIBLE NAKED PEOPLE DEAR GOD⚠️⚠️

moods both lee and ler

bdsm content

Classic Tumblr Comedy™️

important issues

a deep love of horror

general special interests

OCCASIONALLY art, i'm very new and my output is very slow

probably more gofundme's for my FELV positive cat hocus pocus

and definitely a bunch of other stuff i'm forgetting

you probably wont be seeing too many hardcore posts here, i'm shy and keep it on @1sickpuppyy - however if you ARE interested in seeing the stuff that turns me on that i'm a lil too embarrassed to reblog here feel free to check it out and say hi 👀

and if you wanna see my purely puppy sideblog, thats @blushpuppyy -i dont update it super often but its really good for getting into puppyspace or learning how to interact with puppy me 🥺 arguably the most prevalent and important me

even though this is still the tamer blog minors ABSOLUTELY DO NOT interact with me at all; this is still a kink blog, where i, an adult, talk about sexual things. i get it, as old as this makes me sound i was your age too once, but using blogs to get this content in your earlier development is bad for your brain and it can have long lasting psychosexual impacts that you'll regret when youre my age. please just read the wikipedia page for tickle torture like us old fuckers did 😭

TLDR- if you're too young to recognize the guy in the picture you might be too young for this blog

i think thats everything! like i said ive had this blog for a really long time, most of my interests and who i am are here to peruse at your leisure. despite being Absolute Dogshit Ass at responding to people and carrying a conversation i still like meeting cool new people and want to know more people in the community! just please have patience with me as i am so bad at time management and looking at messages 🙏

PUPPYBOY SIGNING OFF

[tsubasagirl]

All Yours (NSFW! Gladion x afab!Reader)

18+!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Gladion and reader are aged-up 18 year olds (unlike the canon ages where Gladion is 13-16 and the protagonist is 11), therefore they are consenting adults. I don’t intend to write anything illegal here… Also this is my first time writing actual smut, and I’ve been imagining/fantasising about this one-shot(?) for a long time now. There is another smutty Gladion x afab!Reader (possibly a sequel to this one) that I’ve also had in mind for a while, but I guess we’ll see how this one goes first. Enjoy this whopping 4.3k word long, bitter-sweet/angsty, first time [uh-oh word] one-shot(?)…

Oh and a bonus sketch dump at the end, altho it doesn’t exactly relate to the story and it was drawn over 2 years ago (it’s very self-indulgent; I felt too ashamed and kinda afraid to share it anywhere, especially there being the controversial opinions on self-inserts and all… probably gonna be a tumblr-exclusive art post ahehe…) Of course, there’s just naughty stuff and swearing in here, but nothing extreme to leave a warning about (Also again, as I’ve said with my previous fanfics, feel free to give me any constructive feedback :))

It’s been around a year since I became the champion of Alola, and a year since Gladion became the Aether Foundation president. We also started dating shortly after we claimed our respective roles. We were both often busy doing our own thing, but every once in a while, we would meet up to spend quality time together. Otherwise, we would try our best to get in contact with each other during the little free time we had.

However, from the past few months, Gladion has gotten much busier with his duties as president, so our brief catch-ups via text and phone calls became less frequent, up to a few weeks ago where he stopped contacting me all together. Of course, I’m also busy with my own duties as champion, but as time passes with zero response from him, my mind has been getting more clouded with his absence. It’s for the best if I don’t nag him and let him focus on his work. I’ve also been refraining myself from going to Aether Foundation to check up on him in person, although occasionally, I’ve been asking Wicke on how things have been with him. It was always something like “He’s had to deal with several different responsibilities everyday.” I would also tell her that I trust her to look after him in the meantime, but even so, knowing how reckless and dedicated Gladion is when it comes to accomplishing his goals, I bet he hasn’t been eating or sleeping much…

It’s been almost three months since I’ve last seen him in person. I’m normally content with just texting or calling him regularly, but not being able to play with his soft blonde hair, not being able to stare deeply into his eyes, not being able to melt into his touch — I miss it all so much. I miss him so goddamn much. Whether you wanna see it as deep love or borderline obsession, it’s almost impossible for me to live on normally without it lingering in my mind 24/7.

I mostly have it all together, but it doesn’t help that I’m ultimately just a teenager who tends to get very emotional, sometimes feeling a certain fiery sensation that can’t easily be put out. Every once in a while, when I’m all alone in my room, my mind is completely cluttered with Gladion — I can only visualise his sharp emerald orbs, hungrily eating me up from head to toe, his rasp voice uttering my name with delight, his warm arms wrapped around my form as I immerse into his scent, knowing that he is mine and that I am his — I lose myself in my fantasies of him. Caressing my breasts and fondling their peaks, letting my essence almost soak my bed, massaging my pearl and sliding digits into my folds. It would be sensual at first, but the pace would soon hasten as I think about him more, imagining that it’s him playing with my body, fucking me with his fingers, teasing me with his tongue, satisfying me with his shaft. I want him. I want all of him. I would cry out for him, longing for his love and yearning for his attention.

Now, it’s come to the point where I have a day all to myself… except I have no idea on what to do... How did I end up here? Not mentally but physically standing here in front of the route 8 motel… I’m a mess. I probably look like a fool, having no proper business here, only in sandals, board shorts and a loose tank.

This is where I first met him outside of battle. I just barged in, only to be scolded to get out. What did I even expect back then? Everyone can agree that Gladion comes off as intimidating, and yeah, I was a little frightened when he scolded me, but I also can’t help but chuckle at the memory of that brief encounter. Remembering that moment where you looked miserable after Guzma defeated you, and you muttering how lonely you were… I wish I had met you sooner.

I… didn’t think much into visiting here, huh…? Don’t really have anything else to do… My Pokémon are resting back at home for all their hard work, so it’s just me here at the moment. I hesitantly step into the motel lobby.

I’m greeted by the owner with a gentle smile. “Welco— Oh! Champion [y/n]! What brings you here today?” I nod and smile weakly at her. “Hi. I… just wanted to check something in one of your motel rooms. Do… do you remember the blonde boy who had stayed here up until a year ago?” I stand kinda awkwardly as she thinks for a moment. What am I doing? “Oh, him! The boy who stayed here for two years? My, he sure was a mysterious one. Do you know him?” She looks at me curiously. I stammer, “Y-yes. I don’t know if you know, but from when he left, he’s been really busy taking care of his family business elsewhere, and… he also happens to be my boyfriend, ahehe…” The woman’s face lights up and slightly blushes. “Awww young love! I’m happy for you two.” I scratch the back of my head shyly and blush at the statement. “Thank you, I-I guess… Since he’s been so busy… he… he asked me to come here to find s… something for him… something that he may have accidentally left behind when he was staying here.” What kind of stupid request is this? “Is that so?” She asks with slight confusion. “I don’t recall any lost objects in his room after he left, unless I didn’t check properly.”

She offers the key for the room to me. “No one is staying in there at the moment, so you can take a look in there. I trust that you won’t make a mess in there haha!” I grab the key from her hand and nod, “thank you kindly.” Just as I’m about to turn around and walk out, she suddenly says, “um also, you… don’t look too well. Are you feeling okay?” I pause for a moment, a little caught off guard. Before I put any thought into it, I retort, “I… I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit tired from all the matches I’ve been having lately. It’s… also quite hot today so I probably look a little sweaty haha…” Her concerned expression remains unchanged but she replies, “o… okay… I hope you find the lost thing for your boyfriend. Say hi to him for me.” I only nod in response with a weaker smile. Jeez what is wrong with me?

As soon as I close the door behind me, I stumble my way hastily to Gladion’s former room a little too quickly, fumbling the door handle to unlock it, and bust inside before anyone else sees how much of a mess I am right now. The room is silent and empty. Of course it is. I look around slowly yet frantically, feeling slightly light-headed. Is it the heat, or am I just really tired? What… what am I doing here again? My eyes find a mirror to the right of the room, reflecting my pathetic, slouched posture. God I really do look awful.

My head whips to the bed in front of me. My body automatically flops upon it, slightly bouncing, face first. I groan loudly. I’m such an idiot. I peak one eye to lazily look around the room again. Looks slightly dusty in here. Seems like no one has been here for a while, yet I kinda feel at home. I’m already engulfed by the scent of the bed. Is it just me, or does it smell like him? Am I going crazy? He hasn’t been here it’s been a year of course it’s clean and not fresh with his scent.

I feel a bit more calm as the scent throws me into a trance. I unconsciously release a moan as my hands grip the sheets tightly. It’s like his scent has fully enraptured me. God, I’m hopeless. I tear up, kicking my sandals off my feet and bringing my legs close to me. I don’t care that I’m messing up the sheets at this point. I miss him so fucking much. Before I know it, one of my hands is deep under my shorts and underwear, feeling myself. Not only am I wet with tears but squirming out of horniness. His scent is intensifying the sensation. “Fuck,” I whimper, picking up the pace with my rubbing, “G-Gladion…”

I continue to play with my clit for a few minutes, when I hear creaking from a few rooms down outside. I jolt up and quickly rub my hand dry on my shirt. Crap, my shorts look slightly damp. Hope it just looks like sweat. The door creaks ajar as an oh-too-familiar face peaks from behind it. I briefly freeze in place, gawking at the surprise visitor. He opens the door slowly as he stumbles inside with slight hesitation and possibly shame in his eyes. I suddenly bolt towards him, almost tackling him against the wall as I throw my arms around him in the tightest embrace.

“GLADION! WHAT THE FUCK!” I cry out, sobbing into his shirt. He has one hand rubbing my back and the other caressing my head. He mumbles into my hair, “I’m so sorry, [y/n]. I… don’t think I can give you a good enough of an explanation for being away from you for so long…” I look up at him, feeling like a complete mess but finally whole again, my vision blurry with my overflowing tears. I fight the urge to slap him for making me feel this way, feeling internally destroyed to see how guilty and tired his own face looks. I dig my fingers into his scalp and grumble, “I’m… sorry too… for overreacting like this…” I shove my face into his chest again, engulfing his actual scent this time, “I… I just missed you so fucking much.” He embraces me tighter, stuttering, “you have every right to react this way. I decided to stay away from you so I could focus on my work, yet somehow we still found our way to each other again.”

I pull away and grab his hands, looking up at him again. “Why… why are you here…?” He grasps my hands tenderly and replies, “Wicke forced me to take a day off, and I found myself not knowing what to do, so my only idea was… to come back to where I kinda first started… dunno if that sounds weird…” His thumb rubs onto mind, looking a bit off to the side nervously. I stare blankly for a moment, then giggle, “hehe, funny enough… me too actually… I also have the day off today and didn’t know what to do. Next thing I knew, I found myself wandering here in hopes I could… see you?” Gladion stares back, wide-eyed for another moment, then chuckles, “well… what a turn of events.” We both laugh nervously but happily, and embrace each other once more. It feels like it’s been such a long time since either of us have been this happy, despite how stupid this situation is.

I tug his hand as I guide him to sit beside me on the bed. We stare at each other in awe, feeling kinda refreshed for the first time in what seems like in ages. “So… how’s everything at the foundation?” I ask, slightly swinging my legs back and forth. “Things have been really busy and strenuous, of course. However, I think I’ve gotten kind of a good hang of operations now,” Gladion explains as he briefly looks off into the distance,  “and better news — from what I heard from Lillie, she’s only been getting much stronger as a trainer, and mother’s recovery has been going really well,” he rambles with excitement in his eyes, which I can only adore helplessly. “I’m glad things are getter better for you,” I say with a smile. He looks back at me, “…how about you?”

My body gets fluttery all over from the sight of his cute face. God how I missed seeing it, it drives me crazy in love sometimes. “Still going strong as champion!” I smile widely as I playfully flex one of my arms, “there’ve been some tough battles, sure, but I’m still the best! Although, I’m curious if you’ve thought up of some new battle tactics yourself, President Gladion.” His face flushes but he can’t help but beam proudly for me and remarks, “[y/n], you know that I don’t like to be called president… but that’s my champion. As expected of you to remain undefeated.” We’re both grinning from ear to ear as we intertwine our fingers. His face suddenly drops as he looks down and lifts our hands off the bed. “Why is it… slightly damp here…?”

Shit. I quickly retract my hand in a panic. My face heats up more. “Um… um you know how miserable I was b-before? Yea, yea, I was… laying here, sobbing like a baby f-from how much I was missing… you…” Gladion stares at me in confusion, retorting, “but… you were sitting right here, and… wouldn’t your head have been on the pillow…?” More panic. My eyes constantly dart between his face and my knees as I ball my hands upon my legs. I can’t think of any other explanation…

“You… you know as teenagers, w-we start feeling particular emotions w-we didn’t feel as kids? Y-you know, puberty and hormones and s-s-stuff…” I stutter uncontrollably. It clicks in his mind almost immediately, evident as his eyes widen and the red in his face deepens. We both look away, equally as embarrassed. God just kill me already. I avoid eye contact with him as we sit in silence for what feels like an eternity. Eventually, I stand up and start making my way to the door. “It was really stupid of me to have come here in the first place I’m so sor—“

Gladion grabs my wrist. I look back, slightly teared up with shame. He has a serious look in his eyes, staring deeply into mine but still blushing furiously. “Are… those feelings still there…?” His rasp voice huffs. My face couldn’t be any hotter. He couldn’t look any hotter. Fuck. I only slightly nod in response. His voice hitches, “d-do… do you want… me… to relieve those feelings for you…?” My face gets hotter. We stand there for another moment in silence. I nibble my lower lip and nod again.

He pulls me slowly onto his lap as we both sit on the bed again. His hot breath tickles my skin as I look down into his emerald orbs. “You… aren’t the only one who’s been feeling these sorts of feelings, you know…” He caresses my face with one hand and grabs my ass with the other, “I also touch myself when I can’t get you out of my head.” My mouth slightly waters and my heart starts to race tenfold. “And now that we’re together for the first time in ages, I feel like this is the only chance I can have you all to myself.” The fiery sensation overwhelms my whole body again, and I purr, “I’m all yours, President.”

Our mouths latch upon each other, where neither of us hold back any of the hunger that’s been stirring up from the past few months. Our tongues claim every inch of each other’s caverns while our hands slither tenderly yet clamber desperately along each other’s forms. My straddling core shifts rhythmically upon his hardening member, making him grunt and making me moan, soon pulling away to gasp for air. Our hot breaths mix as a thin string of saliva drips on his chin. One of my hands is tangled in his bangs, while the other is raked in his scalp. Our chests heave heavily, foreheads touching. My vision is hazy but I’m still entranced with his orbs.

I sit up to lay on the bed upon my back, dragging him down with me. My hands fall back on both sides of my head, and my legs lay flat with my knees tight together. His aroused expression becomes more nervous and embarrassed, but still huffing with hunger. He hastily slips his shoes off, then pins his hands by my head, legs apart while kneeling with my legs between them. A different kind of tension overcomes the room.

“Um… this… is my first time,” Gladion mumbles, eyes slightly shaky. I bite my lower lip, stammering, “m-me too. I t-trust you with all my heart though. Just… be gentle…” His throat swallows with a big gulp. Slouched over me, he slowly tugs the straps of my top down over my shoulders, revealing my bra. I almost bring my hands inward to cover myself, suddenly feeling ten times more self-conscious. He slightly retracts his hands, also self-conscious about what he’s doing. Fuck my heart is beating like crazy! I take in a deep breath before I awkwardly reach behind me with both of my hands to unlatch my bra strap. His hands lower again to slowly shift the bra up to reveal my bare breasts. I swear, our faces couldn’t be any redder at this point. His hands cramp up, and we freeze for another moment. My breath hitches to break the silence, murmuring, “y-you can do a-a-anything to them…”

Gladion takes in another big gulp, and leans down slowly. His clammy hand hovers over one breast for a moment, then grabs it as gently as possible. A small squeal escapes my lips, making us both jolt in place. I suddenly stutter, “It’s ok! They’re really sensitive, b-but you can keep going.” He briefly sucks in his lips and nods, before proceeding to massage it. Oh my god this feels completely different from when I touch myself holy shit! I attempt to muffle my audible delight as he plays with it more, fascinated by its soft touch. He soon grazes a thumb over my stiff peak, making me release another squeal. With curiosity in his gaze, he starts fondling it, and his other hand grabs my other breast with more enthusiasm. My hips squirm more, as I fail to repress a gasp. My skin is tingling from his hot breath, burning as his eyes examine my hard buds as his fingers fondle them more roughly.

He finally takes it into his mouth, sending a whole new, electrifying sensation throughout my body. FUCK! He sucks it rhythmically, picking up the pacing with his other hand. My whole body is a squirming mess, and I stop trying to hold my moans in. My hand holds the back of his head as he licks my bud frantically. “Yes, yes! That’s it! G-Gladion!!” I gasp with delight. He quickly switches to my other breast to eat it up like there’s no tomorrow, other hand crazily playing with the freshly sucked breast. I’m practically hyperventilating, as my grip tightens in his scalp. In between licks and sucks, he sloppily growls, “I fucking love how you say my name!”

Without a warning, my lower back arches violently as my essence leaks from my shorts. Gladion pulls away, as I quiver and pant uncontrollably, my vision hazy again. “I… I… I j-just came,” I whimper, “b-but… I want you… inside of me.” He’s speechless, now less red with a new sense of confidence written in his face, but still nervous as hell. I push myself up to remove my top and bra, as he sits there, still in a daze. “But first,” I mutter, tugging his shirt as I eat him with my eyes, “I also want to see you… undressed…”

Gladion’s face suddenly drains, looking down to the floor for a moment. “Uh… okay… j-just for you… but just so you know,” he looks back at me hesitantly, “my body isn’t a-anything impres—“ “I don’t care about how you look!” I retort, grabbing his shoulders with reassurance. “I love you, no matter how vulnerable you may feel. No one is perfect. As I said, I trust you with all my heart. I… just hope you return those feelings…” He cups my face to kiss my forehead, then mutters, “O-of course I do… I’m… just nervous…”

Trying not to hesitate, he slowly pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, revealing his lean form. I stare in awe. I know that he’s a bit self-conscious about how pale he is… but he’s brave for doing this… He looks into my eyes again, mumbling, “now that I’ve seen your breasts, you… probably want to see my… dick… right?” I nod almost way too enthusiastically, feeling my face flush and my heart racing again. “J-just to see and… maybe t-touch… I can s-s-suck it another time…” I stammer, hands tightening into fists on my knees.

His eyes widen, and an unexpectedly huge smile spreads upon his face as he suddenly pulls me into a tight hug. “Fuck! Stop being so cute my heart can’t take it!” My whole body goes limp as I watch him swing his legs off the bed to unfasten his pants. Pulling them off, only in his underwear now, it was now visibly obvious how hard he is. I quickly cover my mouth with the back of my hand. “Fuck” is all I mutter. I’m already hard again. With hunger in his eyes, he remarks, “make it quick so I can get inside of you.” Before I can even process how hot he sounded, he finally pulls off his underwear, his member springing out with a slight bounce, with a few droplets of pre-cum dripping from its head.

Now I’m the once who’s fascinated. Although I can’t see Gladion’s face as I take a closer look at it, I can sense him burning up from this sudden exposure. He reaches over to the dresser next to the bed as I stroke it, making him shudder. I snap out of my entrancement when I hear him tearing a packet open. The serious fire from earlier is in his eyes again as he stammers, “y-you can’t play with it today, but you can put this on f-for me.” I can only gawk as he hands the condom to me and stands his boner upwards. Not at what he’s holding, but just over the situation we’re about to get into…

I take a deep gulp as I place the condom on top and roll it on. I lay on the bed again, nodding to invite him to remove my shorts for me, which he does with ease. He desperately removes my soaked underwear and spreads my legs open, briefly examining my lips as I part them with my fingers. I gasp, unable to hold back my excitement. No more foreplay — I want to feel you inside me right now. He positions his member and slowly sinks it into my entrance. We both moan loudly, then he mutters, “fuck it’s so tight and hot! I’m already so close!” I pant heavily, “me too…” I intertwine my fingers with his on both sides of my head, “you… can start slow… then pick up the pace when you can’t hold it in anymore.”

Gladion nods and starts to thrust very slowly. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open while the fire in my core consumes me, but now I can truly see how his eyelashes flicker shut, his lips parted while huskily breathing, sweating but flushing with passion — my fantasies of him pale in comparison to his actual aroused expression. As he huffs heavily, I moan melodically, “holy shit you feel so good!” The pace of his thrusting gradually picks up, increasing the volume of my moans, and our clammy hands grip even tighter. “I love you so fucking much, [y/n]!” He growls into my ear, sending sensations from my face to my bucking groin. “Keep saying my name, I fucking love it!!” I gasp monstrously, wrapping my legs around his hips as the other end of his cock frantically rams into my ass. The euphoric ecstasy reaches its highest peak as he slams into me for the last time, making us scream each other’s names almost simultaneously. I feel it spasm inside me as he almost collapses upon me. We gasp loudly for air, my eyes scrunched with only stars in my vision. Holy… shit…

After Gladion collects his breath, he slowly pulls out and turns us both over to lay on our sides. The bed is soaked in sweat, and our lower areas are drenched with my essence, but neither of us care. He stares at me dreamily and whispers with a smirk, “well… did I relieve your feelings…?” I sloppily link my arm with his and giggle, “no shit you did hehe… you being here was enough but you really brought it all… must be a new tactic you came up with.” He chuckles and brushes stray hairs from my sweaty face, seemingly satisfied with his work.

Other than the sexual tension we had, it seems like neither of us can take the actual heat anymore as we roll on our backs away from each other, laughing. We lay in silence for yet another moment, when I’m struck with another dumb idea. “What if… we stayed here for the night…?” I suggest, turning my head to look back at Gladion. He pouts as he thinks about it, then turns his head to me and says, “fuck it why not? Who’s gonna stop the most powerful people of Alola?” We laugh again.

Eventually, we both get up clumsily to clean ourselves off in the bathroom. We then decided to hang out until evening, and have our first sleep together without a care in the world. We can deal with the mess we made in the morning anyway…

As the bottom right text says, Forgive my horny ass idk whether to be proud (of these drawings) or ashamed (fucking a fictional character)

[neil-neil-orange-peel]

What was the rick mayall comedy with ade that rheyre two old fucks living in an apartment together... ik thats so vauge but im trying to remember the name of it to watch it again 😭 i just re watched all of tyo and neeeddd to find it again lol

Also hope your doing well its been awhile since ive been on tumblr to see or ask about ur page but i think abt u occasionally and im like yeah i hope theyre doing well keeping the tyo fandom alive

Also is there no charictor limit on these asks now????

Hi! Sorry it's taken me a while to answer this.

It sounds like you're describing Bottom, the '90s sitcom where Rik and Ade played two broadly middle aged bastards at the bottom (get it?) of society, loafing about, being pervy, and causing chaos. It isn't quite as surreal as The Young Ones, but it does feature lots of slapstick violence - Richie and Eddie have at least one very creative physical fight per episode - and there are occasions where something extra mad will happen, like the ceiling caving in, underpants being filled with custard, and fire farts (to name a few examples). Christopher Ryan also appears in a few episodes as one of Eddie's mates, Dave Hedgehog.

One of the original inspirations for Bottom was Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot, which Rik and Ade both loved and thought was funny. It was one of the things they bonded over at uni, and the two of them got to star in a run of it in the early '90s (again, with Christopher Ryan).

There were three series of Bottom from 1991-1995, totalling at 18 episodes. All episodes were available on Dailymotion the last time I checked - in fact, I have a post somewhere on this blog with links to them, though it may very well be outdated by now. If you have a mooch around online, you should be able to find them.

The reason I'm guessing you mean Bottom is because Richie Richard and Eddie Hitler live together in a (disgusting) flat in Hammersmith, and there are some episodes set entirely within this horrid hovel. However, Filthy, Rich and Catflap also sees Richie Rich and Eddie Catflap sharing a (not quite as disgusting) flat, but these characters were a bit younger - and, to be honest, Bottom is the more highly regarded of the two sitcoms, though I don't think FR&C is anywhere near as bad as some critics made out.

Rik and Ade made five live stage shows for Bottom (Bottom Live) between 1993-2003. In fact, the fifth Bottom Live was the last substantial work they did together. All five of these have been available on YouTube for some years, so I assume they still are. I personally just slightly prefer the sitcom (or maybe I'm just jealous I can't go and see Bottom Live 😂), and I think a general rule of thumb is the quality does decline a little across the five (apologies to my comedy gods, although I think Ade might agree with me), but they are all absolutely worth a watch. Rik and Ade break character in them from time to time, and they're allowed to say fuck.

They also made a Bottom film in 1999 called Guest House Paradiso, which features Simon Pegg. Rik and Ade play the same characters, but now they run an appalling hotel on the Isle of Wight and their surnames are different (which Ade acknowledged when I went to see him touring with his autobiography was inexplicable). The film is not for the weak of stomach, certainly not for anyone with emetophobia, and unfortunately it does suffer from the curse of most sitcom movies apart from Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa in that it doesn't quite translate. To be fair, they didn't have a massive budget, and it happened only a year after Rik's accident (they were both meant to direct it, but Ade took on full directing duties as a result of this). Still, it's not unfunny, and I think it's available on Dailymotion; if you like Bottom, you should give it a watch. I wonder what a Bottom film set in the original world of the sitcom would've been like...

I have an inking who you are, although I might be wrong. I hope you're well, anyway. 😂 I'm fine, just trundling along, coming up to my last semester as an undergrad. Tumblr may well have changed the character limit on asks, though I honestly couldn't say for sure.

Thanks for the ask!