#i need to make sure to tag it correctly if I do bc I don’t want to ruin someone’s day byposting something implying their favorite character

[reidmania]

CHRISTMAS IN JULY | SPENCER REID

Description ;

Reader goes a little crazy over Christmas in July while shopping with Spencer, and he just enjoys seeing her happy and excited over something so small

warnings; literally none…? Its just fluff, maybe slightly hints towards fem reader but im really not sure. Spencer being pussy whipped and a money machine idk)? Mentions of christmas (?)

an ; reader is literally me, i go nuts over anything christmas bc im a christmas gal!!

“Come onnnn spence” The beg comes out as a whine. Your hand interlaced with him as you tug him down the aisle of the store. He followed along with little resistance, because how could he say no to you? Although his lack of enjoyment in the said activity, watching you smile and get all worked up over such a little thing made his heart warm.

You really didn’t mean to end up in the decor aisles. You didn’t mean to become a victim to the Christmas in July scam, but when you saw the life size nutcracker staring you down from across the store — how could you help it?

Spencer didn’t even try argue with your obvious excitement the minute you laid your eyes on the very themed aisles. He didn’t try to fight your tug on his arm as you aimlessly wandered towards it.

“Theres still five months until Christmas honey” He reminded you as your hand disconnected with his to pick up a small snow globe, one with the gingerbread man standing inside it. He watched adoringly as you shook it softly.

You paid no mind to his dismissal, Instead placing back the snow globe as your eyes caught something way more interesting, a small gasp left your mouth as your eyes widened excitedly.

You reached down a shelf to pick up what seemed to be a wooden like village, only when you switched the small tag that said ‘light me up’ and combination of colours covered the small wooden village, making your eyes widen even more as you looked at Spencer.

His eyes were already on you, a soft smile on his face as he watched you get all excited.

“Look spence!” You said, holding it out with two hands, your face holding a beaming smile. He just shook his head, a smile mirroring your own. “I see it, Honey. Its very nice” He said, purely validating your excitement.

“We should pre-buy everything, we can start putting stuff away!” You almost begged. You switched off the tag, yet still holding it close to your chest as your eyes scanned the aisle for other things that may just need to come home with you five months in advance.

“Do we now?” He asked, eyes never straying from you as he stood with the basket in his hand, just watching you darlingly. There was not a single thing he adored more than watching you in your elements, watching you get all excited and childlike over the littlest things such as cute Christmas decorations or a little puppy on the street.

You nodded excitedly, picking up a dancing reindeer teddy, you cooed at it as your feet pattered across the ground excitedly. “If we do it now then we don’t have to do it then!! And it’s cheaper now!” You tried to convince.

Although you didn’t need to do anything to convince him, Spencer would do absolutely anything to keep that big smile on your face, absolutely anything, if he had to spend hundreds of dollars on Christmas decorations to do that, he would do it a million times more.

“They are the same price” He pointed out, just to challenge you slightly, see how far you were willing to argue to get what you wanted, even if the answer was already a yes — it was already a yes before you asked.

“And if I remember correctly, which Im certain I do, you said this in January as well” He said softly, taking the wooden town you had been holding onto from your hands, placing it in the basket you were holding onto, — to sidetracked by everything else in the aisle to even notice.

You hummed, smiling sheepishly. “Well yeah— But they were actually cheaper then because they were trying to get rid of all the Christmas stock they didn’t sell. I was doing us a favour!!” You explained as you picked up and shook another snow globe.

Spencer didn’t even get a chance to answer before you were gasping, pulling a candle away from your nose. “Spence!! You have to smell this!” You said excitedly, shuffling towards him to hold the candle in the Christmas decorated jar up to his nose.

He inhaled shortly, before scrunching up his eyebrows and nose. “What is it?” He asked.

You hummed seemingly as you read the label, “Gingerbread and candy cane” You said, taking another long sniff of the candle before looking up at him again.

“We need it.” You said, He raised his eyebrow.

“Do we?” He asked.

You nodded, “Of course we do! When else will you get a gingerbread and candy cane scented candle at the low price of — 7.99, Its on sale spence!!” You said, taking a moment to read the price.

Spencer smiled, shaking his head as he watched your features light up. “Alright, Go nuts.” He couldn’t help it anymore, how was he suppose to stop his darling baby from getting everything that was bring such a joy to your face, he could practically feel it radiating off of you.

Your eyes widened with excitement as you turned to look at him. “Really?” You asked excitedly.

He hummed, letting out a soft ‘mhm’, which earned him your arms tight around his torso, holding his body close, before standing on your tiptoes placing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“Thank you” You smiled excitedly before turning around to continue looking down the aisle, Spencer followed you, everywhere you went. The smile never left his face as long as there was a matching one on yours.

The basket in his hands grew heavier but nothing extreme as you continued finding items you and Spencer most definitely needed for Christmas.

Checking out — you quickly realised you may have gone a bit nuts as the total price only grew higher and higher, the excitement in your chest dumbled down slightly.

“Oh spence!” You whacked his arm gently as you watched the total add up quickly, he let out a soft ‘ow’ even though you were sure it did not hurt whatsoever: “What?” He asked, turning to find the wide smile no longer on your face.

“Whats wrong?” He asked.

“It’s so much!!” You exclaimed. He squinted looking at the total on the screen before shrugging, tapping his card.

“It’s not that much, Plus, it makes you happy. If I gotta spend three hundred dollars to see you get excited like that id be spending it minutely.”

[whumpuary]

Whumpuary FAQs

(Making a post for this bc i think it's easier to access than the browser page. this post is linked in the blog description)

Q: What is whump?

A: Whump is a fandom term and describes fictional characters getting hurt in any way. Can be physical, emotional or psychological and overlaps with Hurt/Comfort and Angst. It’s used in fanfiction but also original fiction, movies/TV shows where a character gets hurt (and gifs/video clips of those scenes), fanart/original art and more. Check this link for more discussion and definitions of the term.

Q: Is Whumpuary an event for January or February?

A: Whumpuary takes place in January. For February go check out Febuwhump

Q: Is there an AO3 collection?

A: You can find the 2024 collection right here! The 2023 collection is here and the parent collection where you can find some more fics is here.

Q: How do I add my works to the AO3 collection?

A: You can either go to the collection and post to it directly (link above) or when posting/editing your work you need to type in Whumpuary2024 in the collection field. If it shows up in the dropdown just click it, and if it doesn’t show up press enter and you’re good.

(There is a collection just called Whumpuary, that’s the parent collection I made for organizational purposes. It is closed and it is supposed to be closed. The collection to put your works in is called Whumpuary2024)

Q: Is it allowed to combine Whumpuary prompts with other events (such as Bad Things Happen Bingo, …)?

A: Yes, as long as the other event(s) allow it, go ahead!

Q: Can I use the prompts after the event is over?

A: Yes! Use any prompts any time you want. The AO3 collections stay open so you can use those too. Your creations just won’t be reblogged to this blog & "count" for the official challenge.

Q: Do the Alt Prompts have to be done in order?

A: When replacing a main prompt with an alt prompt, you can use any you want. The numbers don’t have to correspond and you can use a random order.

Q: What are the rules to be a completionist?

A: To be a completionist you have to use at least one prompt from all 15 numbers. It’s up to you if you want to make 15 standalone pieces, one big work that includes 15 (or more) prompts or a combination.

Q: Is noncon, nsfwhump/sexual whump, gore, etc. allowed?

A: Yes, any type of content is allowed. Just make sure to tag it correctly.

Q: Is AI generated content allowed?

A: Any AI generated images or text aren’t allowed in this event (e.g a story “written” by ChatGPT or an image generated with Dall-e/Midjourney). This excludes things like Grammarly/Autocorrect or Autoselect/Autofill.

If you have any other questions or if anything is unclear, the askbox is open :)

[bitbybitwrites]

Hey look at me! I can actually do this on time!

Though am so not following the 6 sentence limit, bc I'm chaotic like that - 😂. I need to make some new banners . . .

Thanks for tagging me @welcometololaland and @blueeyedgrlwrites, @iboatedhere

Below the cut you will find bits from :

how ardently I admire and love you (RWRB online auction fic)

i know you want to bring me home (Klaine Valentines Challenge 2024/PrettyWoman!AU)

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how ardently i admire and love you (RWRB online auction fic)

Huffing again, Alex took up his cause once more.  “But still, I want to find something that really wows him.  Surprises him.  He deserves it.” Alex pouts prettily and groans again in frustration, as he drops his head in his hands and pulls at his curls.  “No matter what I do, Pez I just can’t find that one thing.  It’s gotta be out there, right?” Pez had to grin at his friend, shaking his head at Alex’s despondency.  “Well Alejandro, my dearest, today is your lucky day.  For while perusing the interwebz, I have just stumbled upon a gift idea that may even rival the blessing of your loins that our dear Hazza cherishes so much. With a smirk, Pez picked his phone off his desk and with a few taps and swipes of his nimble fingers found what he was looking for.  He slid the phone across the table top over to Alex and then leaned back in his chair, waiting for the praises of gratitude he knew were coming his way. Alex dove for the phone, his eyes darting quickly over the screen.  His face quickly erupted into such a countenance of relief that Pez had to laugh out loud at the drastic change from the formerly morose individual that had been sitting in front of him. “Jesus tits,” Alex gasped as he stared slack-jawed at the phone.  “This . . this is perfect.  How the fuck did you find this?”

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i know you want to take me home ( Klaine Valentine's Challenge 2024)

“So, staff member, part time bartender . .” Kurt asked as he shook the other man’s hand firmly.  “Any other roles I should know about?” “Unofficial Den mother, I guess,” Elliot shrugged.  “It’s my job to make sure all our boys are treated correctly by anyone who comes through those doors.  Contrary to popular belief, the young men here are all taken care of well.  They are all of age.  All clean and tested regularly.  They come into Dalton House of their own free will and sign their contracts with the company with full understanding of what is expected of them. How they are to conduct themselves.  How they are to uphold the Dalton name.” “But what’s the catch?” Kurt asked, his business acumen and instincts were on alert.  “There has to be a catch.” “The boys work off the amount of their signing contract. Half of anything their patrons gift them goes to their own savings, half goes back to the company paying for their room, board, uniforms, lessons, et cetera . .” “Lessons?” “Well, one doesn’t always come straight off the street knowing the ins and outs of macroeconomics or the finer points discussing portfolio diversification. “Interesting,” Kurt murmured.  “And the auction? You never mentioned what was being auctioned off tonight?” Elliot’s pursed lips immediately caught Kurt’s eye.  “The boys have refusal rights. “he explained “They do not have to accept every offer that comes their way.  But it can only go so far before the administration deems that enough is enough. It is a business transaction, after all. The contract, I mean.  If the boys don’t fulfill their part of the contract. . .” Elliot’s voice trails off.  “Well, let’s say its a part of the job that I do not enjoy being a part of.” “The auction.” Kurt’s mind puts two and two together.

Tagging ( and no pressure at all): @coffeegleek @myheartalivewrites @rockitmans @hkvoyage @14carrotghoul

@special-bc-ur-part-of-it @madas-ahatters-world

[lincolndjarin]

bks chapter 22 spoilers under the cut

I need help tagging something that happens at the start of the chapter, if you don’t want any spoilers don’t look but if you don’t mind having the beginning spoiled pls help lmao. (it happens like immediately fr so don’t worry too much if you look)

so in the beginning of this chapter Din gives the reader bruises on her arms (consensually) as they try to come up with a plan on what to do, basically they consider framing kodo for hurting her to be like “maybe it’s self defense” ik thats a weak as plan, (its a weak ass plan on purpose.)

i just wanna make sure i tag that correctly?? it wouldn’t be self harm bc he’s doing it. would a “canon typical violence” tag work or should i be more specific and just put “consensual wounding an/or bruising”

[snaillock]

noo, bc i fucking feel yall. bc a fic i read thr other day?!? "gn!reader" the next line is "reader could arguable be considered afab" and then out of no where the fic uses female anatomy terms??? the reader is not "arguably" afab. it is afab, and a warning tag like "afab!reader, but no pronouns used" would have been a better explanation for your fic.

i fucking DESPISE when people do that and refuse to put the actual gender of the reader in the actual post or the tags. its really not that hard. as someone who writes both female and male readers, i know how to tell my viewers which one they are so they csn steer clear of something they dont like. its just female readers r considered "the standard" or "the default" with both female and male characters. (finding fem char x male reader is the hardest thing on earth omg but anyways)

and untagged drabbles are the WORST at this. there's no gendered tag and no warning at the top of the post so i assume the reader is gender neutral only to ve bombarded with fem terms. even if a creator doesnt want to put the reader's gender in the fic warnings, but it in the tags. it really isnt that hardddd. all tumblr writers need to have a seminar about tagging fics correctly and stating what is actually in your fic. or we all need to learn a03 etiquette or smth. bc being a male reader sucks😭

(srry sbout this rant. i just needed to say it)

nsfw mentions for anyone else reading!

dude yesterday i saw a fic that was legit tagged “gn reader, reader is called mama.” like how is that a coherent statement. it’s almost comical to me. one of infinite examples of what it’s like to look for fics on tumblr. like im BEGGING and PLEADING to people to think about what the neutral part of gn means.

i hate also when writers do “gn!reader that could be seen as female” when 90% of the fic makes it so so obvious like shut up that’s totally fem reader.

when people use afab as some cool fancy ass synonym for woman also irks the shit out of me but that’s a whole other conversation.

i fucking wish putting “character x female reader” or whatever gender in the actual tags itself was a much more common practice so filtering would actually do something. unfortunately the only people who actually do it consistently are of course the ones who write male reader fics.

like people shouldn’t be allowed to leave their fics untagged if it isn’t 100% gender neutral. like give me some indication god please. it’s even worse when i’m going through the blue lock tag so most of it is just untagged fem smut drabbles so it’s like a double smack in the face for me. like give me a heads up at the very least.

honestly i should just start fining people whenever they screw up with their tags. like straight up start demanding money for emotional damage charges.

(speaking of fem char x male reader, once i transition into more multifandom, i’m for sure gonna start doing those as well. the lack of them just makes me so so sad)

also don’t worry about ranting bc im so glad i have yet another chance to complain about this for the second time today. being mad about this stuff is like the whole reason why i even made this blog

[wambsgansshoelaces]

hi my lil stinky!

also just realized i don’t know what to call you lol

but i’ve come to you asking for writing advice! for moi wants to start writing again, i’ve honestly spent today looking for writing tips and tricks and thought maybe i’d come to you! (totally because i love how you write for succession)

it literally started bc i wanted some head cannons about reader who is Oliver Queens ward hanging around the batkids

and just being absolutely the worst bunch of kids to be around

but yes that’s all, any ideas to help me?😋

hello senior stinky!!!

you can call me whatever LDLWORK my name is layla but I’ll respond to whatever people call me in my ask box

I’d love to help!! It’s so flattering you chose me I’m honored actually like omg

okay so firstly, you need to get in your head that there is no right or wrong way to write- there’s so specific recipe. that’s what makes stories so much fun- every writer has their own style, and you get to find yours!! just start writing. the fancy prose or like super deep stuff will come with time :)

some basics, though:

-make sure to read whatever you’re writing out loud to make sure it’s properly structured. if it sounds dumb when you’re saying it, it definitely reads dumb

-please for the love of god break apart paragraphs

-if you think it’d help you specifically, write down a skeleton draft (basic plot points) for whatever it is you’re writing

-headcanons are fun though for that reason; you don’t need to have a plot!! do whatever the fuck you want

-not enough people punctuate dialogue correctly oh my god it drives me bananas

so basically, a speech tag is however you indicate your character says something, like “he said” “she yelled”. If you decide to use a speech tag, at the end of your dialogue, you put a comma. Ex. “Yada yada blah blah,” she told him. If you’re not going to use a speech tag, just use a period and live your life. Literally some book authors don’t use this rule and it’s mind boggling. Rant over sorry!!!

-just have fun!!! writing always comes out good when you can tell it’s a product of passion

-just write whatever comes to mind!! your brain knows what it wants to write; just give yourself some time to find the words and you’ll have a story in no time

I literally spend hours just staring at the wall writing a singular sentance

-I like listening to music or watching YouTube or TV when i write. maybe it’d help you!

-take inspo from other authors! obviously don’t plagiarize that’s crazy but like if you like the way a certain person writes, try mimicking it, it certainly doesn’t hurt

I hope this helps!! I’m ur number one writing fan you’ll be awesome <3

[alwaysxlarrie]

you know it’s an alwaysxlarrie fic when ... + 2022 writing self evaluation 

ok so i’m a tiiiiiny bit late to the game, so i’m just combining the two tags lol. thank you to @hellolovers13, @larrysballetslippers, @zannithinks, @lunarheslwt, @brightgolden & @momrryrights for tagging me in the moodboard challenge (that’s what i’m calling it lol). hope everyone enjoys my chaotic moodboard hehe & thank you to @neondiamond, @onlythebravest, @lunarheslwt, @greenblueish, @thedevilinmybrain & @loveislarryislove for tagging me in the self evaluation tag !! here we goooo

for the moodboard we’ve got 2013 larry bc that’s my fav era & how i always imagine them in my fics, football player louis, santa’s sleigh, office space, cute notes on a white board, a clothing rack, new york city & gentle touches. i don’t think i need to say there’s not any specific mood theme going on here for anyone to figure that out LMAO but i did try my best regardless :)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 9!

2. Word count posted for the year: if i’m counting correctly ..... 93,735 ????

3. Fandoms I wrote for: one direction. i have a fic for the 5sos fandom that i’ve written a few chapters for & was editing it in an ao3 draft but then the page refreshed for some reason & i lost everything & kinda lost steam, so .... maybe it’ll see the light of day next year

4. Pairings: louis/harry, zayn/liam (side pairing), shawn/niall (side pairing)

5. Story with the most…

Kudos: i swear i could give you everything

Bookmarks: also i swear i could give you everything lol

Comments: it’s i swear i could give you everything again LMAO 

Hits: gimme everything you got 

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): i think i’d say either gimme everything you got or i need something, so tell me something new. gimme everything you got bc i put a lot of my personal experience (give or take) into it & it got such a positive response & that made me super happy. i need something, so tell me something new bc it’s my first ever published fic in general & fic in this fandom.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): oooof. prob my sub harry fic. i enjoyed being apart of the fest & i enjoyed the experience, but writing it was so much harder than i’d anticipated & it felt like my writing got very redundant after a few scenes. i’m glad i stuck it out & that i published it, but yeah i def don’t think i did it the justice i’d wanted to.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: i’m really enjoying all the reviews/comments i’ve been getting on my cinderella au! it’s my first chaptered fic that i’m posting chapter by chapter, so that’s been really encouraging. but in general, i appreciate all the comments i get. as a small/new writer, i don’t expect to get any comments at all really, so whenever i do, i get excited. there was a comment on my christmas fic santa, won’t you bring me the one i really need? where someone said it was the best christmas fic they’ve ever read :)

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: the sub harry fic lmao. i love service kink harry fics so i was like alright sweet this will be a no brainer & basically, i fucked around & found out. i literally went through like 5 drafts until i finally found a premise that went w the prompt i was using that i felt i could build off of without turning the fic super predictable & dead end. i think if i’d waited to do that type of fic next year & done more research than i’d done for this one, it would’ve gone much better.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: the beginning of my cinderella au -- i’ve been very vocal about the fact that i write only fluff fics to balance out all the angst in our fandom & then i go & write a cinderella fic & make the first two chapters packed w angst LMAO. it’ll turn around soon, but that’s def the biggest one as of yet for me, i think.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: i’m not sure if i have a favorite tbh, but i like this one from i swear i could give you everything: --------------

“So what have you got for us today, Haz?” Louis asked, knocking on the table with his fists, excitement and anticipation both thrumming through his body.

“Well, I was just messing around in the kitchen last night, really,” Harry began, messing with the hem of his shirt and seemingly determined to continue looking at the floor as he made his way towards the fridge a few feet away from the table Louis was now sitting at. “And then I realized I had the ingredients. So. I just figured. Why not, you know?”

Louis furrowed his eyebrows, trying to piece together what Harry was talking about. All he’d done was ask Harry what he’d made. He guessed the ingredients were relevant to the conversation and he did enjoy listening to Harry talk - even if he really was talking some shit - so he decided to humor him. 

“Oh yeah, sweetheart?” Louis prompted as he placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on one of his hands.

Harry was apparently too busy rummaging around the fridge to even glance back at him when he responded. Which wasn’t rude, really. Louis just. Wanted to see his eyes, was all.

“Yeah, so like. I thought you might enjoy it. You talk about it a lot, anyway. So I figured, I might as well, if I have the ingredients, you know?” 

“Sure, sure. Absolutely. No point in having all the ingredients if you’re not gonna make a good meal out of it.” Louis had completely lost the plot at this point but was still determined to try for Harry.

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12. How did you grow as a writer this year: well let’s start w the fact that i began the year convinced i’d remain a reader & beta forever. so the fact that i’ve published one fic, let alone nine, is pretty big in itself lol. aside from that, i’ve gotten more comfortable writing smut & dialogue. before i wrote fics, i only wrote original stories & never included dialogue, so those were my biggest weaknesses when i first started writing fic & they’re still not my strengths yet, but i’ve definitely gotten better, i’d like to think.

13. How do you hope to grow next year: i def want to get more comfortable writing smut & building sexual tension. i want to write longer fics. i want to finish at least 5-10 of the 20 wips i have lol. i’d love to finish all of them, but 5-10 is a good goal. i want to write some different genres like historical, slow burns, etc.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): i have a few! @loveislarryislove is a big one -- if i need help w a metaphor, making sure a sentence sounds right, incorporating tension building touches, brainstorming, honest feedback, etc, annika is my pea in a pod. also @panye, steph is so lovely & helpful when it comes to brainstorming, talking out what phrasing sounds better, she tells me what needs fixing & how to fix it; basically, she’s the better half of our shared brain cell. @zanniscaramouche is pretty much the reason i feel as comfortable as i do writing smut. she’s patient, she gives examples, she’s kind, she knows just how to change wording around to make a description or dialogue top tier. @justanothershadeofblue, is my sprinting buddy (along with zanni when our schedules align!). having a daily sprinting buddy who cheers you on is delightful, especially when they’re as supportive & willing to get sidetracked in off topic convos w me as zjo!

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: gimme everything you got is based on personal experience in terms of the stigmas that come w female masturbation / women being shamed for exploring their bodies. i work in retail, so while that didn’t inspire it’s like i’m powerful with a little bit of tender, it def helped me know bts info lol. lastly, i’ve recently switched my major from psychology to interior design & my minor from interior design to psychology, so i guess my (new) major showed up in you are my destiny (you are the reason that i still believe). hostile work environment was also inspired by my retail job as well LMAO. there’s more in my wips tbh, but as for my currently published fics, that’s it, i think!

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: just remember that how ‘popular’ or ‘unpopular’ your fic may be / may get isn’t an indicator of your talent. write something bc you want to write it, not bc you think it’ll appeal to people. take breaks -- if you’re stuck on a scene or sentence, get up & do something else for a bit. if you keep rereading the same sentence over & over, it’s only going to keep sounding more & more scrambled. you’ll work much better with a clear head & will be able to see where the mistakes -- if any -- actually are.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: my cinderella au for sure! i started a fic inspired by one of my fav fics staring across the room by the lovely @allwaswell16 & it’s been put to the side for much longer than i’ve wanted. i initially put it to the side to get more practice writing tension building, but def want to finish it next year. i also finally started the sequel to my girl direction fic, so that as well. & the sequel to my christmas fic lmao. i have lots of things i need to finish 😭😭

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: i honestly don’t know anyone who hasn’t done or been tagged in either of these yet, but i’ll tag a few anyway lol @lululawrence @thebreadvansstuff @panye @kingsofeverything @voulezloux @infinitelymint @londonfoginacup @twopoppies @littleroverlouis @tommokat @crinkle-eyed-boo @disgruntledkittenface @kingonafiftymetreroad @daggerandrose @homosociallyyours @ireallysawanangel & anyone else who wants to do these!

[full-course-identity]

I already tried to say this (somewhat successfully) on Twitter a few months ago, but one particular post here (that I don’t even necessarily disagree w/) keeps popping up on my dash & I really wanna comment on it but I also reaaally don’t wanna start an argument on accident, so uh, here goes -

To preface this: like everyone else, I don’t… love the ant’s attempt to colonize contort DD:DNE into something they’re “Allowed To Access” (it’s esp cool when they use the tag themselves while still, y’know, actively hunting DD:DNE creators for sport); I think their conflation of DD:DNE w/ [mild darkfic you feel shame reading &/or writing, yet still try to self-justify by making sure the bad guys aren’t sexy or w/e (unlike those EEEVIL PROSHI’S)] is contradictory to the entire Goddamn point of the tag, & I really wish the root-rot of moral panic didn’t have to poison & permeate every good thing within modern fandom.

… but maybe we don’t need to reject every aspect of current-day “DD:DNE” communities?

This is still kinda hard for me to formulate for some reason, but like — I’ve been using DD:DNE (both as a tag on my own work, & as a loose “genre” to browse on AO3) for many, many years now, & “in order to use DD:DNE correctly, every single aspect of it must be properly tagged & warned of in advance” is only true if what you Actually mean is “either tag the content, or give the reader a head’s up about a lack of thorough tagging, that way they can still choose whether to risk a trigger potentially popping up later”.

I know that those statements aren’t that different from each other. In fact, I’m actually pretty sure most people reblogging posts phrased as the former innately agree w/ the latter.

… but “no you LITERALLY need to fine-tooth-comb that shit for every potential kink, trope, reference, etc” is the wording that keeps gaining traction!

oh fucking fuck this fucking post wasn’t supposed to post yet fucking Goddamn tumblr I clicked save draft

Look. I know most people probably understand this. It’s not a groundbreaking take.

But I began second-guessing my understanding of DD:DNE entirely (never an issue prior!) when this rhetoric started gaining traction, so indulge me for a sec:

If you, for w/e reason, don’t like extensive tagging (I prefer going in blind & actively cultivate an audience willing to do the same), then… you don’t have to!

There are alternatives to giving up your full hand, y’all. You can talk about it in the tags, the authors notes, the summaries, etc. — you just need to make damn sure the ambiguous-ness of the risk factor here is clear to potential viewers, bc otherwise, yeah: it defeats the whole point.

[daydream-draws]

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[nevermoorcentral]

How do I make an image ID? /gen

(How do I start it, how much detail is too much, what is alt text??)

If my question isn't bothersome, I would love to know

For starters, I am not going to claim to be an expert on this. I don’t know everything, and I’m constantly learning.

From what I’ve been told, the most helpful way (for screen readers) to start are ‘[ID:’ and then finish ‘/ END ID]’. Also, ID stands for image description!! ‘Image id’ is literally saying image image description. You can just say id. If you’d like some examples, I mean, you can find them anywhere. On all the images on this blog, if you want to stay local.

As to the level of detail, I can’t be too sure on that. I haven’t described art very often in a long time, and I kind of stopped them bc people were annoyed that I wasn’t explaining their art correctly. You know the most about your own art, so if you feel that a detail should be mentioned, then do.

Alt text is less helpful, as it isn’t visible to people not using a screenreader. Some people might manage without the reader, but still need an image description.

Here are a few links. Also, I have a whole tag for accessibility! You can look through that. Thank you for asking so sincerely, it’s a nice change.

[uwuwriting]

Kuroo, Akaashi and Ushijima wearing their jersey

Request: You’re writing for HAIKYU OMG I NEED SOME I”M STARVING HERE. Could I get maybe Kuroo Akaashi and Ushijima seeing you in one of their games wearing their jersey. 

FIRST HAIKYUU POST AND I’M HYPED. And sweet anon you have given me best boys to work with and one of the cutest asks. So enjoy my sweet Haikyuu stans. Love yaa.💖💖💖

P.S I think I may have made Ushijima a little bit OOC so I’m sorry in advance so plz give me feed back so I can improve on him sorryyyyy.

warnings: fluff!!!!!!!

Kuroo Tetsuro 

-You have become the unannounced Nekoma manager at this point. 

-You are there at every single practice, go to every match official or not and you help them out immensely.

-Being with Kuroo goes hand in hand with learning the basics of volleyball and him teaching you how to toss or do the basic spike just so you can help him and the others practice. 

-So seeing you in games was expected at this point. 

-What wasn’t expected however was for you to show up at their match with Karasuno wearing a jersey with a huge number 1 in the middle. 

-The whole team recognized their captains’ jersey that was basically a dress on you in an instant. 

-Half of them were kinda losing their shit and patting Kuroo on the back with a chuckle while others *cough* Lev *cough* were asking him if he saw your shirt. 

-Kuroo couldn’t control the stupid love struck smile that spread wide on his face.

-You were too precious in his clothes.

-And he felt like you were announcing to the whole gym, to both teams that, you were his and he was yours. 

-You on the other hand knew how much Karasuno had progressed in these past few months and you also knew that they would be a hard opponent.

-So you had decided to hype up your boyfriend by wearing his jersey. 

-And if he’s fired up before the match then he motivates the whole team ten fold. 

-Plus you like wearing his shirts, they smelled like him and they were comfortable. 

-Kuroo made his way to your spot in the stands a few minutes before the game began and kissed you so hard he almost knocked you off your feet. 

- “Watch me kitten and you’ll see that I’m truly the number one.”

-He said that with that sweet smile on his face the one he only gave you while you were in private and he had literal hearts in his eyes. 

- “You’re already number one.” *peck* “Now go kick Karasunos’ ass, babe.” *peck*.

- “Sure will kitty cat.” 

-And with one last kiss he was off to wipe the floor with Karasuno. 

-After their victory you may or may not have had a rather steamy night. 

-To congratulate him .....and because you looked so freaking hot in his clothes he couldn’t contain himself.  

Akaashi Keiji

-Akaashi is an anxious individual and he rarely shows what he really feels. 

-But with you it’s different. 

-At the beginning of yalls relationship he was closed off, his walls high and towering over you but he tried for you and you didn’t give up on him.

-So now he’s a cuddle bug and a cinnamon roll 99% of the time he is around you.

-In private he’s more open with his affections while around people he’s more reserved opting to just hold your hand or link your pinkies, anything to know that you’re close to him. 

-You go to every match and cheer them on and you became a temporary manager when one of the girls got sick. 

-The team was used to your presence and knew that wherever you were Akaashi *and Bokuto bc they are kinda attached to the hip* would follow and vice versa. 

-They had never seen any big signs of you two being together apart from the occasional kiss before matches behind the gym and they knew that because Akaashi’s lips were swollen and your hair was messed up. 

-So when you showed up at their match for the nationals wearing the number 5 jersey.

- “HEY HEY HEY!! Y/N NICE SHIRT! AKAASHI DID YOU SEE HER SHIRT!”

-He sure as hell saw what you were wearing and he was f l u s t e r e d. 

-His cheeks were painted a deep red and he couldn’t form words correctly.

-He grabbed your hand and almost dragged you out the gym. 

-You really thought that this was a bad move and he was mad but when you went to apologized he engulfed in the tightest hug and started peppering your face, shoulder, neck with small pecks. 

- “Thank you thank you thank you. You make me so happy.”

-Your heart could explode at this point and you would die a happy woman.

-You almost started crying but held back your tears and just hugged him back with all your might.

-He gave you one last long and passionate kiss, leaving a promise on your lips for later that left you tingling.

- “Go wreck them, love. Show them the amazing setter that you are.”

-And with that you two walked back into the gym, his hand in yours.

-Needless to say they wrecked their opponents and then he wrecked you. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-We stan a stoic boy *I’m looking at you Shouto*.

-You and Ushijima aren’t in a secret relationship but on the other hand nobody really knows you are together. 

-They don’t notice it. 

-And you can’t really blame them, I mean there is little to no PDA between you two. 

-It’s not that he doesn’t like holding you, he loves it he could do it all day long if he could, it’s just that he believes that affection and love are a private matter and he doesn’t like the idea of others seeing him being all soft. 

-You are their manager and he gets to see you at practice as well, plus he gets to take you home. 

-He loves the extra attention he gets from you during practice. 

-He might not look like the part but he loves the praise and how your eyes rack his body.

-Sends shivers down his spine. 

-During their match with Seijoh you show up in his over sized-that-looks-like-a-dress-on-you jersey and Tendou will later tell you that your sweet Toshi had a nose bleed at the sight. 

-Being the manager and all you still had things to prepare so you carried on continuing with your manager duties while Wakatoshi was having multiple strokes in the locker room.

-When he pulled himself together he began to tail you like a lost puppy. 

-He was looking for an opening so he could whisk you away for a few kisses before the match. 

-You saw that and quickly made an excuse dragging him as subtly as possible. 

-HE IS A FREAKING TREE HOW CAN YOU TAKE HIM AWAY SECRETLY?!?!?!

-He pounced at you the moment your were out of site, peppering you with kisses and a small smile that he restored for only your moments of privacy. 

-This was so not Wakatoshi but he couldn’t help himself while he looked at you. 

-You made his heart squeeze in his chest and the air catch in his throat.

-You made it hard to breath. 

-You were beyond gorgeous, swimming in his shirt, so much so that he wanted to bottle you up and hold you for himself.

-After your little make out session he was ready to wreck Oikawa and his team. 

-And that he did. 

TAG TEAM AY:

@brattyquirks​  @the-arcana-fan-fic​ @angelwritings​

[firelxdykatara]

gods, ok, apparently i’m not done.

atla fandom? we need to have a chat.

(....ok that made me sound pretentious as fuck. and maybe i am, but this needs to be said, cause i’m getting....real, real tired of a Certain Corner of this fandom and as a result, this is gonna be a discourse-heavy post so feel free to scroll past if that’s not your bag. as always, my salt posts all carry the catch-all #salt for ts tag, which you’re free to blacklist/filter at your leisure. i’m Very Annoyed at the moment, which will probably come through in the following post, so just. yknow. be prepared for that. or ignore it, that’s perfectly valid too.)

under a cut bc i do care for my followers and their sanity i swear lmao

there’s a real serious issue in this fandom with not understanding what queer terminology actually means or implies, especially when applied to a fictional narrative.

i’m specifically talking about ��coding’, here. (if i were in a more meme-y mood, i might have said ‘the atla fandom found out about the term “gay-coding” and haven’t shut up since’.)

to the people who say ‘zuko is gay-coded’, i have this to say: you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. because he isn’t. i’m sorry, but he’s not! and the fact that this is such a prevalent claim in this fandom is distressing, bc it says to me that none of y’all know what gay-coding is or when and how to apply it! please, i’m begging you, go and look up these terms and what they mean and when they should be used before actually trying to plug them into your critical analysis, because when you misuse them and then call other people delusional for disagreeing with you it casts a pall over the entire fandom and is, i think, the root of some of the worst toxicity this fandom has to offer.

and the thing is, there are cases where gay-coding would apply--for instance, a couple series that are famous for queerbaiting their audience by coding their main characters as being attracted to one another (sometimes even despite their openly stated sexualities) come to mind, but those shows bare no similarities at all to atla and how zuko was written and portrayed! (and it would be funny, if it weren’t so obnoxious and infuriatingly wide-spread throughout the fandom, because the only queer couple we actually seen on-screen in either show wasn’t even queer-coded in any respect, and they’re canonically bi! [yes, i’m shading korrasami, or more accurately i’m shading bryke for refusing to give ka the build-up and development they deserved].)

this absolutely isn’t to say that headcanoning zuko as gay is a bad thing or invalid in any respect. (although the tendency for zukka shippers to do this specifically to keep zuko away from katara and/or invalidate his canon relationship/attraction to girls is more than a little eyebrow raising. especially since sokka is usually allowed to be bi, bc fans have no problem letting sukka stay in the background bc it’s no real threat, while jetko shippers are happy to have both boys be bi. [possibly bc katara is less a threat to jetko bc jetkotara is every bit as valid as any single ship between the three, but zukka can’t exactly let katara join in, and if the potential exists for zuko to be attracted to her then canon giving them the far deeper emotional bond becomes a threat to zukka’s existence? idk for sure--you be the judge.]) i prefer to hc zuko as bi (and always have, long before the atla renaissance), bc i don’t think zuko being attracted to boys is outside the realm of possibility, and it isn’t a threat to my ship since zuko&katara had a deep and emotional bond in canon that is very easy to develop further into something that becomes explicitly romantic--but the headcanon itself isn’t really the problem (although what it’s often in service to can be).

it’s the strange insistence that this is the only way to read his character, bc he was coded that way and so anyone who doesn’t see it must be too straight to understand--and i really shouldn’t have to say why and how that is so incredibly fucking insulting. (the ‘hetero lenses’ comment wasn’t cute when it came from bryke six years ago, and the same sentiment being repackaged and delivered by zukka shippers ain’t cute now.)

calling zuko gay-coded not only demonstrates ignorance as to what the term actually means, and how to usefully apply it in critical analysis, but also validates the frankly bullshit insertion of institutionalized homophobia in the world of atla where it was neither needed, nor wanted, nor ever hinted at in canon. as a queer woman i’m still infuriated by one fucking comic panel shoving institutionalized and systemic homophobia into a world where it was entirely unnecessary (and doing this in the first installment of the franchise showcasing a queer relationship??? making korra and asami worried about ‘coming out’ when they could have just gone on to have cute adventures together and tell people ‘hey we’re dating’ and have everyone else be ‘that’s awesome =DDD’ [because it is, in fact, possible to just have a world without homophobia i promise!!!!!] double yikes, i’m still pissed at bryke about it), and i doubly hate that ‘zuko is gay coded’ has become so widespread that ‘ozai hates him bc he’s gay’ has become a staple in that part of the fandom.

not only does making zuko gay and implying (or outright stating) that ozai hated and abused him because of it completely undermine zuko’s character arc by making his abuse about his sexuality rather than ozai’s toxic pride and anger at seeing himself reflected in his ‘weak’ son, but it comes very close to outright stating that abuse and trauma are inherently gay experiences, and they aren’t!!! they really aren’t, i promise!!!

abuse and trauma narratives exist outside of ‘my dad hates me because i’m gay’. and, quite frankly, there are MORE THAN ENOUGH queer trauma narratives out in the world. we do not need to start trying to retroactively make them canon in a series where they didn’t exist! if you’re gay and see yourself in zuko and project your own experiences on him, that’s understandable and valid. that does not make zuko gay-coded. and honestly, the insistence that he is makes very little sense to me, because you’re essentially trying to give the show credit for work you put into interpreting the characters! why would you want to do that? why not own your own headcanons and take credit for them, rather than insisting they are canon and everyone else is wrong for not seeing them??? like, i’ve said before that i’ve always headcanoned zuko (and katara) as bi, and even support it with my interpretations of evidence from the show, but the difference between ‘i think zuko is bi’ and ‘zuko is definitely gay-coded’ is that i know that bi zuko is my interpretation of canon, and that it is work i’m putting into the show that wasn’t actually intended by the creators/writers, no matter how much sexual tension i read into the jetko swordfight.

and like, zuko’s character arc doesn’t actually parallel a queer one all that well to begin with. it’s easy enough to do the work and twist it sideways just enough to make the general points fit, but the fact is, zuko’s arc is not one of self-discovery. it’s not one of coming to understand something fundamental about himself that he can’t change, that he was hated for, and coming out to his father in a dramatic confrontation where he shows that he understands himself and doesn’t need his father’s acceptance to be fulfilled.

zuko’s arc is actually one of trauma and healing. and those can (and often are--like i said, there are more than enough queer trauma narratives in the world, atla really doesn’t need to be one of them) be part of queer narratives, for sure! but they aren’t uniquely queer. and zuko’s confrontation with ozai during the eclipse doesn’t read like a ‘coming out’ at all. (yes, i’ve seen that post. yes, i rolled my eyes and moved on, bc unlike some people, i’m capable of not clowning on correctly tagged posts i disagree with.) zuko is specifically confronting ozai over his abuse, because his arc wasn’t about discovering anything fundamental about himself (and therefore realizing that ozai was hating him for something he couldn’t change)--it was about realizing that he was not at fault for the way his father treated him. it was also about realizing that the fire nation was broken and corrupt at its core, and that his father was an aspect of that he needed to break away from so that he could help the world begin to heal.

he says it himself:

Zuko: No, I've learned everything! And I've had to learn it on my own! Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history. And somehow, the War was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an amazing lie that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation. They don't see our greatness. They hate us! And we deserve it! We've created an era of fear in the world. And if we don't want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.

making this about zuko being gay and rejecting ozai’s homophobia, rather than zuko learning fundamental truths about the world and about his home and about how there was something deeply wrong with his nation that needed to be fixed in order for the world to heal (and, no, ‘homophobia’ is not the answer to ‘what is wrong with the fire nation’, i’m still fucking pissed at bryke about that), misses the entire point of his character arc. this is the culmination of zuko realizing that he should never have had to earn his father’s love, because that should have been unconditional from the start. this is zuko realizing that he was not at fault for his father’s abuse--that speaking out of turn in a war meeting in no way justified fighting a duel with a child.

is that first realization (that a parent’s love should be unconditional, and if it isn’t, then that is the parent’s fault and not the child’s) something that queer kids in homophobic households/families can relate to? of course it is. but it’s also something that every other abused kid, straight kids and even queer kids who were abused for other reasons before they even knew they were anything other than cishet, can relate to as well. in that respect, it is not a uniquely queer experience, nor is it a uniquely queer story, and zuko not being attracted to girls (which is what a lot of it seems to boil down to, at the end of the day--cutting down zuko’s potential ships so that only zukka and a few far more niche ships are left standing) is not necessary to his character arc. nor does it particularly make sense.

(and before anyone brings up his date with jin--a) he enjoyed it when she kissed him, and b) he was a traumatized, abused child going out on a first date. of course he was fucking awkward. have you ever met a teenage boy????)

anyway, uh, that was a lot of words, so have a tl;dr: zuko is not gay-coded. there is nothing uniquely gay (or even uniquely queer) about his character arc or characterization, and he was certainly not coded gay in an attempt to sneak a queer character past the censors. if anyone involved with atla was gonna try that, it would’ve been in lok, and as established, they didn’t even manage to queer-code the actual queer relationship before the last few minutes of the final episode. headcanoning zuko as gay is absolutely fine (though if it’s only done to keep him away from female characters he may otherwise be attracted to, that smells more like misogyny than anything else), but insisting that this reading is the only one that makes sense, and anyone who doesn’t agree must be straight (hello, queer woman here making this insanely long thinkpiece) is very much not.

ship what you like, but stop trying to invalidate other ships and other interpretations of characters just to make your ship seem more plausible. it’s really not a good look.

[anauro]

ok how much criminality is too much criminality for a legitimate business. bc i’m thinking ab writing a story that follows the plot points and relationship dynamics of (x show that is ab drugs) but if i actually wrote an au for it specifically i would die from being too cringe so i would rather write smth that mirrors it but i also need like 3 people to die at the very least by the hands of that corporation so should i make a company that needs to protect its very non drug and that show related business by literally killing people or should it still be related to like drug king pins so that level of violence isn’t out of the blue but it’s also detatched from the setting of the show. or should i just fully commit to the cringe and make it an au or find another business that is that high stakes.

i kinda like the totally ‘normal’ companies having wars over like semi-legal products like they were drug lords i think that would be some nice anti capitalism

Hi dear,

I mean, it really is down to you. You’re the owner your story, if you want it brutal and bloody, make it so. If you just want to get rid of people without explaining, do it that way.

I don’t think there���s such thing as too much criminality, just make sure you tag your fic correctly so you get the audience you deserve!

[catsnkooks]

pretty girl

Cobb Vanth x (fem) reader

summary: Tired of chasing after boys in Mos Pelgo, Cobb Vanth shows you how a real man treats a lady.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: smut with some fluff at the end, 18+, daddy kink, light bondage, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, riding, light somnophilia, creampie, overstimulation

a/n: we are living!!! the self-indulgent fic life!!!! you all have @corellians-only​ to thank for this for being my thirst partner and betaing this ily cristina

taglist in the comments bc i think i’ve hit the tag limit lmaoooo click here to be added to my taglist!

here it is on ao3!!

“That’ll be twenty credits, marshal.”

The man in question raised his eyebrow at you, crossing his arms over his battered chest plate. When you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms back at him, he sighed and fished around in his pockets.

“You tryin’ to bleed me dry, girl?” He gave you a mock glare.

“Maybe next time you shouldn’t leave your speeder where Jawas can find it,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He finally fished some credits out of his pocket, sighing again at the lack of them. “Can I get you down to ten?”

“Fifteen.”

“Thirteen and I’ll buy you a drink?”

You cocked your hip, staring at him for a moment, unimpressed. His eyes pleaded with you as he held out his pitiful credits. You sighed. “Fine. But don’t expect this next time you come crawling to me for a fix.”

He grinned and winked. “I’ll see you tonight, pretty girl.”

Your body flushed hot and you hoped he hadn’t seen you almost choke and drop your tools. Your mind raced at the implication of his words, all going in different directions. A small, unrealistic, part of you prayed tonight would be like the many dreams you had about the attractive marshal.

At least, you could hope.

---

You grinned over the rim of your shot glass as Cobb told another bawdy joke, laughter erupting throughout the cantina. You took a swig of the liquor in your glass, steeling yourself with courage as Cobb swaggered over to your spot at the bar.

“Havin’ fun?” he asked, taking the stool beside you.

You shrugged. “As much as I can in a cantina full of drunks.”

He chuckled, placing his elbows on the bar counter, leaning toward you. He looked over your shoulder at something, probably the guy that had been staring at you all night and whom you’d been ignoring in turn. “You seem to be attracting a lot of eyes despite that?’

You sighed, grimacing. “Yeah.”

He returned his gaze to you. “Somethin’ wrong with that?”

“It’s nothing really, just….” You waved your hand, searching for words. “They don’t do it for me, I guess.”

He nodded, scooting his stool closer to yours so your knees touched, making your stomach flutter. “Mind if I ask why?”

You blamed your free mouth on the alcohol currently coursing through your veins. Also, the desire that fanned low in your stomach to know if he could do it for you. “They just don’t…take care of me right, I guess. They don’t want nothing more than a little fling, but I do. I'm tired of being strong all the time. I just want to be taken care of.”

Cobb nodded again, reaching his hand out to set it on top of yours, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. You swallowed, butterflies erupting in your stomach as shivers traveled through your body at his touch.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he began. You tore your gaze away from your joined hands to look at him. His gaze had gone dark as he stared intently into your eyes. “And I'm sure you’ve seen the way I look at you. And I'm willing to make a little…arrangement, that is if you’re willing to…?”

You gaped up at him, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. You had to be dreaming. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk coming to his lips and you slammed your mouth shut.

“Uh, y-yeah, sure,” you stammered. “I trust you…marshal.” This was going better than any fantasy you’d ever had about him.

A slow grin spread across his face and he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. The hairs of his beard tickled your skin and you visibly shivered.

“Then how about I take you home and show you how a real man treats a lady?”

---

Cobb’s hut was sparse; though, you suppose, most huts in Mos Pelgo were. You turned your head to look around as he led you to his bedroom. A pair of spare goggles lying on his dresser here, some figurines that looked peculiarly Hutt-like there, his signature red shirts hanging off spare chairs. It was all very lived-in and so very him.

“Find something you like?” he asked once your gaze landed back on him in the center of the room. He was in the process of taking the armor off, shucking away the layer of the Marshal, and just leaving you with Cobb Vanth.

You sauntered over to him, putting a little sway in your hips as you walked, stopping right in front of him, and putting your hands on his chest. “You’re a very interesting man, marshal.”

He smirked and grabbed your wrists, pulling you close. “I'm glad you find me interestin’, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your fingers before releasing them. “I think we ought to set up some ground rules before we get started tonight.” He ushered you to sit in the center of his bed, where you pulled your feet under you to look up at him as he leaned down to talk to you.

“I won’t do nothing you don’t want me to, understand?” he began, his face completely serious. “Do you know the color system? Red means stop, green means go, yellow means wait. If you say red during any, and I mean any, part during this, I’ll stop immediately, understand?”

You nodded, your eyes wide. You didn’t expect how serious he was going to take this. It excited you, the implication that he wanted this to last.

“Now.” He stretched out, walking his hands closer to your crossed legs so you could see the dark gaze growing in his clear blue eyes. “What would you like for me to call you, hm?”

“I liked it when you called me pretty girl at the shop.” You were emboldened by his statements just before. You realized this was exactly what you had been wanting all along.

“Oh?” He arched a silvery eyebrow. “Did you?”

You nodded, biting your lip. You did. Based on the way your night was going, he’d probably noticed the small shiver that ran down your spine after the words came out of his mouth.

“Well, can’t say no to that,” he said, placing one knee on the bed and slowly looming over you.

You teased the hem of his shirt with a finger. “What would you like me to call you…daddy?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise before lowering, the smirk widening, and his eyes slowly blowing out so only his dark pupils remained. “I think that’ll work just fine, baby.” Then his lips were on yours.

His lips molded against yours like they were always meant to be there. They moved perfectly against yours, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, and nipping it. You gasped then moaned as his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring and tasting you. He tasted like the cheap spotchka at the cantina, still burning a path straight to your stomach. He pulled back and you whined, chasing his lips and pulling him down by his chest plate.

“I have to take the armor off, baby,” he chided, undoing the straps around his arms and legs, tugging off the pieces of metal.

You whined. “But I want you now!”

He gave you a stern look and you shrank, huffing.

“Now I won’t stand for that, baby,” he said, tugging off the chest plate with stiff movements. “Or do you need daddy to teach you a lesson?”

You shook your head, sticking out your bottom lip in a slight pout. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

His mouth twitched up at a corner. “Are you? Will you be good for daddy?” When you nod, he pulls off his red scarf in one swift movement. “Will you be my good girl?”

His voice, rich and sultry now, laced with lust, went right to your core and you squirmed on the bed. “Yes, I’ll be your good girl!”

He grinned, kicking off his boots and shedding his belt. “Then be a good girl and strip for me.”

You didn’t need a second warning. In a flash, you pulled off your shirt and kicked off your boots and pants. Cobb watched you with satisfaction, pulling off his shirt and toying with the fly of his pants, a bulge already prominent against the fabric. You scooted back so you faced him, making a show of taking your bra off and tossing it out somewhere in his room. He groaned and the bulge in his pants grew.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, finally kicking his pants off, his cock springing to attention, now unhindered. Of course, he went commando.

You grinned, eyeing him from head to toe. “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

He grinned and stalked over to his bed, his long legs striding with purpose to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. His presence ate you up, commanding you, pushing you down onto the bed. You tangled one hand in his hair, tugging at it and holding his lips to yours, while your other hand wandered down his chest, feeling the lean muscles under his skin. He caught your wrist just as you reached the base of his cock, pulling both of your wrists above your head.

“Did I say you could touch me, baby?” His beard tickled your skin as he kissed down your neck.

You whined and wriggled under him. You felt the tip of his cock hot and heavy between your thighs. He tutted at your impatience.

“Seems I’ll have to teach you to behave after all,” he mused, giving your neck one final nip before leaning up and grabbing his scarf where he left it on the bed. He loomed over you as he tied your wrists to the headboard with it. You whined and tugged your wrists in a vain effort to get them free. He tutted again.

“Oh no, good girls don’t get to be free until they behave for daddy,” he said, leaning back to admire you, spread out on his bed.

You wriggled again, your face flushing with both embarrassment and lust as Cobb gazed hungrily down at you. None of the other men you’d been with ever made you feel so wanted like Cobb did like you were the only one who could satisfy him. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, pinching the other between his fingers. You gasped and arched your back, pushing your breasts further into his mouth. He grinned against your chest and sucked harder. He groaned as you let out a lewd moan, trying to rut your hips against his. He kissed down your stomach, leaving a hot trail on your skin that went right to your core. His teeth teased the edge of your underwear, pulling it off of your legs and tossing it aside. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was going to do; none of the other men had done that either.

Cobb raised an eyebrow, noticing your nervousness. “Color?”

“Green,” you gasped. “Please.”

He grinned, winking at you then diving down between your legs, tossing them over his broad shoulders.

You’d been missing out all these years settling for boys. You gasped as he licked a broad stripe up your folds, clamping your thighs tight around his head. The stubble of his beard grazed your thighs, scratching at the sensitive skin there. You moaned—loud—when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. His tongue never stopped its attentive lapping at you, dipping down into you, and then licking back up, circling your clit, and sucking on it once more. You tugged pitifully at your binds while one of his hands would around your body to grasp at your breast, the other coming up to insert two thick fingers into your soaked hole.

Cobb growled as he watched you toss your head back, your eyes rolling back into your head in pleasure. His fingers curled against your walls, stroking that one spot as his lips focused all of their attention on your clit. “Cum for me, baby. C’mon, you can do it.”

“Daddy!” You screamed as his actions prodded you over the edge. You were lost in ecstasy, your mouth gaping open through the fluttering waves of your arousal. You finally came to when you felt Cobb’s beard tickling your thighs as he kissed up your legs.

“Did you like that, pretty girl?” he said, kneeling above you, holding your legs up and against his chest.

You nod, your chest heaving. “Yeah. Thank you, daddy.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss you. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. “It’s about to be so much better, baby.” Then he entered you with one fluid thrust.

You both groaned at the feeling. You, because he filled you up so perfectly, making you feel so full like he was always meant to be there. Him, because of the way you fluttered around him, so warm and tight. He began to move, slowly, building up the pressure in your core. There was no way you’d last long, not with the way his cock was hitting you so deep and the way his nimble fingers were circling your clit. Your cries became higher and higher, louder and louder until you could barely hear him grunting and groaning above you. His thrusts were wild, pistoning his hips into yours.

“Are you gonna cum again, pretty girl?” he growled. His hands gripped your thighs tight and laughed when you nodded feverishly. “Then cum on daddy’s cock.”

He’d delivered on his promise. Three more hard thrusts and you were cumming. A high keening cry came from your lips as you tossed your head back, arching your back as far as you could. Your legs shook against Cobb’s chest as he stilled deep inside you, letting you clench around him.

When you finally came to, Cobb was leaning over you, reaching up to untie your wrists from his scarf. They dropped limply onto the pillows. You realized as you fluttered through the aftershocks of your orgasm that he still sat thick and heavy inside you and you whimpered.

“Can you cum one more time for daddy?” he cooed. He gathered you up in his arms then flipped the both of you over, so you were straddling his hips, holding yourself up on your unsteady arms.

You lifted your hips, slowly, testing out your position. You whimpered again as you sank onto his cock, your now oversensitive core clenching tight around him.

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” Cobb groaned. He helped you pick up speed, thrusting his hips up when you sank down on him. “So pretty riding daddy’s cock.”

You clenched tighter around him at his words and he moaned louder. “Cobb.”

“Fuck!” His hands grasped your hips in a vice-like grip, holding you down so he could fuck up into you. “Cum for me again baby, please, you look so pretty when you cum on my cock.”

You couldn’t say no to him. You rolled your hips against his cock once more and you were cumming hard, again. You gripped his arms as you arched your back, screaming out his name. He let out a guttural moan beneath you, stilling your hips so he could spill deep inside you. Once the waved crashed, you flopped down onto his chest, panting. He ran a soothing hand up and down you back, not making an effort to pull his softening cock out of you.

“Did you like that, baby girl?”

You sighed, nodding. “Yeah. No one’s made me cum like that before. Thank you, daddy.”

He chuckled, the sound reverberating in your ear as you laid on his chest. “Of course, baby. I told you I know how to treat a woman right.”

You snuggled against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. His cock sat perfectly comfortable inside you, still filling you as your walls fluttered around it. The sound of his steady heartbeat and his hand tracing soothing circles on your back slowly lulled you into a deep sleep.

---

You awoke to a heat building low in your core, sighing softly at the prickling of stubble against your inner thigh. Lips wrapped around your clit and suckled it, and you moaned, fully awakening. You blinked down to your legs, arching your back as two fingers thrust into you, crying out, your voice raspy from sleep.

Cobb grinned at you from between your thighs. His beard was already soaked with your juices. He lapped intently at your nub, his fingers curling inside you to brush against your sensitive spot. Your legs shook as you came, too tired to last any longer, and weakened by his ministrations from last night.

You lay panting, melting into his sheets as he kissed his way up your body to loom over you. His grin was mischievous as he looked down at your blissed-out form.

“Mornin’ baby,” he said, kissing you. “Did you enjoy breakfast in bed?”

You sighed against his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue, nodding. “Was a nice surprise,” you mumbled.

He laughed and kissed you again, flopping down beside you and pulling you to his chest. “Did you really enjoy last night?” he asked, kissing your nose.

You sighed again, nodding. The pleasant ache between your thighs was evidence of that. You’d enjoyed your time with him, eagerly awaiting to wake up next to him and not leaving after the deed was done—much too soon. It was better than any dream you’d ever had. The morning session was a nice bonus. “I did. And I’d like to continue this if…?” You let your question hang in the air, not sure if he felt the same as you.

“I’d love to, baby,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “I get awfully lonely here by myself. I could use the company. We don’t have to continue the specifics of last night—.”

“Oh, no, I liked that,” you interrupted. “Daddy.”

He grinned again, his eyes darkening with lust, and he tilted your chin up with his hand to kiss you deeply. You pressed yourself more against his body, feeling his cock prodding at your stomach. He broke the kiss with a groan as you threaded your hands through his hair. He brought one of your legs over his hip, pressing you against the bed.

“Good thing I have a few more surprises up my sleeve.”

[carpedzem]

I saw a while ago you got an ask from an anon asking for loveposting of Dream, and I was wondering if you could do it again but of just cc!Dream? For some reason, I'm getting a lot of baseless takes saying that Dream was totally responsible for Gee's harassment and he's trying to control twt by "taking away their freedom of speech" all over my dash and its both confusing and a little hurtful bc I've tagged cw negative but nobody tags their posts correctly, and besides, Dream is very vocal about his covid warrior takes, and I was hoping you could flood my dash with cc!dream positivity because I love him /parasocial

oh boy, nonny, it looks like you need a better people to follow o.o

first of all Dream is not responsible for Gee's harassment, if anything he could say nothing but chose to step in to save CC's asses even if we can assume he didn't support the idea. that control twt thing I don't even want to touch, it's just stupid. okay, with this out of our way ✨ love posting time! ✨

this is based on assumptions only but the possibility that he had The Talk tm with George about the party and still wrote that answer on twt, to make situation better. damn, he really loves his friends :')

Dream Covid Warrior We Stan

Change My Clothes is sooo??? <333 gods I love this song and I love that he has a chance to work with music and with artist he respect. and this song is so smoothing. lyrics are a little sad but also so hopeful

You miss all of the shots that you don't take :)

his recent irl content! it's not only h*t but also it's something endearing seeing he is, in fact, real person. I saw somewhere post that it also might be him getting used to being in front of camera and this makes me so soft :')

cargo pants were sent to him, why are we Like This, and he decided, yes, I'm going to do photo session with them, why is he Like This /pos

Dream's and Sapnap's friendships gives me so much feelings recently, they love each other so much, I'm so happy they can live together and see each other on daily basic and send themselves memes even if they are in the same house

the way he sometimes just hop on twt to cause chaos??? this is so funny. why did he 'bullied' his fan? why does he have 176 nipples? why did he 😳 Punz's ratio? and remember, he has a house

That Suit tm

when he says "Hi!", or giggle <3

the fact that he saves funny photos of his friends just to send them! and that he scrolls old messages and finds funny bits. he just, he loves them so much

he liked Tommy idea about where Manhunt should start and used it!

his "Well-" <3

I don't know if I ever talk about it but I absolutely love Quackity's stream when he was Dream's therapist. It's so funny, I find myself rewatching it once in a while. comfort stream for sure :)

on one of Puffy stream, when he was talking about beginning of DSMP and how long they all know each other! and the fact that DSMP brought dteam and Punz together again! gods, this is such a wonderful story, looking at how often they appear at each other streams like, this makes me so soft :>

just... he <3

[iwadori]

Hiiii can i request prompt 53 with tsukki? My annoying cousin u may know @chibiiichan(i cant tag her its a surprise) recommend ur account and well she never been right more than now I LIKE UR ACC TOO URM JUST TAG HER IN THE POST (bcs its actually her birthday next week monday so....the least i could do this bcs she likes tsukki and shes recently talk abt the iwazumi story of yours....lmao shes cringe but in the same time got mad n i was besides her hearing her whining like bruh 'its 1 am'...i know i should buy something for her but she got spoiled enough 💅...that mf-) thank you ✨

‘ALWAYS AND FOREVER’

TSUKISHIMA X READER

2K WORDS

GENRE: ANGST,FLUFF

TW: SLIGHT AMBIGIOUS MENTION OF SUICIDE/ASSISTED DEATH, AND DEATH, CURSING (IN MY A/N)

THIS IS FOR @chibiiichann Happy birthday, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS (BECAUSE I HATE IT :D ) SOOOOO YEAH I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY.

NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL. EXPECT SLIGHT MISTAKES

You were dying. You knew it. Your husband, Kei, knew it. Even friends you haven’t spoken too since high school knew it.

So why did you all pretend that everything was okay?

5 year old Y/N:

You were running around your neighbourhood park chasing after butterflies, without a care in the world. As you were frollicing in the grass, you manage to trip over a rock tumbling to the ground scraping your knee making it bleed. Looking down at your slightly injured knee, your lip begins to quiver which eventually leads to wails of tears streaming down your face.

“you don’t have to cry you know?” said a slightly quiet voice towering over you. Above you was a boy, quite tall with a fat pair of glasses, golden eyes and a head full of blonde locks.

“Well when I get hurt, I cry” you say matter oh factly (is that the phrase?) rubbing your nose as you sniffle. He held out a hand to you, which you immediately took shooting upwards and brushing yourself off.  

The boy, after looking at you wildly, turns around and walks back to the actual park. “Oi wait,” you call at the boy swiftly following him “aren’t you going to ask my name?”

“no.” he says simply, proceeding to walk ahead.

“well my names Y/N L/N pleasure to meet you,” you say jumping in front of him so he doesn’t move, waiting for him to tell you his name...which he doesn’t. “you don’t have to be so rude you know”  

“I’m not being rude” he says stiffly “ it’s just my brother says not to speak to strangers” a smirk appears on his face to say ‘you can leave me alone now.’  

As if on cue, his brother approaches the both of you given the boy a slap on the back making him cringe “Hey Kei, who’s the friend you’ve made here?”  

“My name is Y/N L/N and I'm here to be KEI’s best friend!” you said putting the emphasis on the word Kei after just learning that was the blondes name.  

Kei rolled his eyes and sighed saying “nii-chan can we go home now” he folded his arms in annoyance.

“No Kei, you’ve got to get to know your new found friend Y/N-Chan right?” his brother said teasingly, knowing it was the last thing Kei wanted to do.

“Yes ofcourse!” you say with a toothy grin, dragging Kei along with you to his demise.

Until the sun went down, you spent the rest of your time with Kei getting to know eachother (well him getting to know you more, since you did all the speaking.) Regardless of his previous annoyance in getting to know you in the first place, Kei would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know you now.

As the sun was setting, Kei’s older brother (who’s name you learned was Akiteru) called him to tell him he had to go home because dinner was ready. Before he left, you grabbed his hand and wrapped your pinky finger around his saying “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

back to present -  

In some odd way, this was Kei’s way of looking out for you. He knew what you had was uncurable and would weaken you even more as the days go by, so pretending like nothing was wrong seemed to be best in his eyes.  

Everything you and Kei did was a game or some nostalgic act that you once did when you were children. It was sweet to say the least, seeing Kei all engrossed and determined to make you happy.  

Your alarm rings snapping you out of you daydream, ‘it was time for medicine’ you thought with your face scowling at the thought. Immediately on time, as always, Kei comes In the room with all your medicine thats needed.

“Aren’t you my perfect little nurse Kei” you say teasingly giving him a wink, laughing as you see his face turn red.

“Do you have to do this every time y/n?” he asks rolling his eyes at your childish behaviour.

“Oh I'm just showing love to my best and favourite nurse” you continue laughing at your own words

“Im your only ‘nurse’” he deadpans giving you your medicine as you talk.

“Well that is more reason to make you the best nurse.” you say smiling.

Silence falls between you, and you stare down at your arm watching as your husband gives you the medicine making you frown. “Do we have to keep doing this?” you ask which is probably the 1000th time you’ve asked.

“Of course we do Y/N as I’ve said yesterday and the day before that and the day before that it-”

“But do we really?” you interrupt “I can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep doing this.”

“Do you doubt me Y/N, I can do this forever” he says “ I can take care of you forever”

“But I don’t wan-”

“I’m finished, I’m going to start on dinner” he gets up and leaves the room yelling “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

Sometimes you and Kei have these conversations. And all the time it ends the same way. You complain, he ignores and then you go and have dinner.

You can understand why he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Who would want to hear about their partners complaints about practically being alive. Kei was torn, ever since he met you all he wanted to was to keep you happy. But could he compromise his own happiness for it.

15 year old Y/N - flashback

“Kei Kei, aren’t you excited!” you yell smiling widley

“Excited for what?” he asks, amused by your enthusiasm “it’s just highschool.”

“Well it’s a new highschool! Karasuno high school, to be exact.”

“And that is still just a school.” he says

“Not just any! That’s the school nii-chan went too, and even tho he lie-”

“Let’s not talk about it Y/N” he murmurs “we should go now, don’t want to be late on our first date.”

Going to Karasuno was fun, at the start everyone was pleasant and nice. But after a week or two when you and Kei were still stuck to eachother like glue, people weren’t so pleasant. Kei was like a pop idol, being gorgeous and over 6ft at just the age of 15, caused alot of attention, especially when he was always around you.

At the start, the hate you got was bearable, it was the petty bitchy notes in your locker or just people blatanly talking badly about you infront of you. People didn’t do it when you weren’t around Kei, so when he had volleyball practice (which you were so excited that he joined the team) you were a big target for the bullies to come around.

Kei didn’t really know of the bullying that happened towards you, especially since he was mainly in practice or not around when it happened. But one day in practice he heard some of his teammates, kageyama and hinata who seemed to talking about a student in one of their classes that was always getting picked on by the other girls in the year.

“Yeah and I heard that Nana-san was planning on getting her and her friends to attack Y/N-san soon.”  said Hinata

“Shrimpy, who are they planning on attacking?” Kei asks to make sure he just heard the ginger correctly.

“Oh this lovely person in our class their name is Y/N-san” he says, looking at Kei’s reaction he also asks “Why? Do you know them?”  

Kei doesn’t respond, and immediately leaves the gym, ignoring Hinata’s and the other members of the teams yells of ‘Where are you going tsukishima.’ He didn’t care, he just had to get to you.  

He searched all the classes, asking every student if he knew where you were. Someone directs him to the toilets, where he burst through the door to see the other girls in your year surrounding you and beating you up.  

“What the fuck are you doing to them?” he yells startling the girls.

“T-T-Tsukishima-san" one girl says “It’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh fuck off” he says, with them still frozen in shock “I said go!”  

“And don’t think I don’t know your names either” he calls after them.

He rushes towards your bruised body on the ground and cradles you gently, confused on what to really do. “Oi Kei,” you say weakly catching his attention “I would’ve won if you didn’t come to stop the fight.” you joke making him scoff.

“Whatever you say Y/N.”

After you heal up, Kei already told on the girls that beat you up getting them suspended, and you explain how they were treating you because of their infatuation of him. And how they only did it when he wasn’t around.

Once he learns this information, he decides to quite the volleyball team, to your surprise. But you demands on making him not quit were ignored, as he excused it by saying “I have to make sure you’re always alright remember, and if that means quitting some volleyball team then so be it.”

That was one out of the many times that Kei put his happiness before yours.

Flashback over.

When you first got diagnosed, Kei was immediately researching on it as it was a very rare condition. But sadly, he only found what the doctor already told you both. It was uncurable and your immune system and your body will weaken as the days go by.

Which it did, you were a shell of your past self. It was always shocking for Kei to see, especially with you only being 25. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way,’ but he never let you see his sadness.

Whenever you knew Kei was sad you always reminded him “Kei, I may be dying but please don’t cry over me” every time you said, there was a slight undertone of humour in your voice which always worked in boosting Kei’s spirit.

AN: IVE GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I HATE THIS SOOO IM SORRY IN ADVANCE FOR THE SHITTING RUSHED ENDING IM GOING TO PROVIDE FOR YOU LOL.

The days passed and the years went by, and you and Kei were still alive and kicking it. Doing your daily routine of you making some joke, Kei giving you your medicine and then you eating dinner. You eventually stopped complaining, realizing and remembering your promise you gave to Kei at 5 years old in that park. “As long as we shall live, we will always look out for eachother as we are forever bestfriends, agreed?”

Of course you had your rough days, everybody did and it was even harder being sick with a terminal illness. But having Kei to guide you through the storm made It better for you.

However, Kei isnt a miracle worker. He couldn’t save you, noone could. And you both knew that. That didn’t mean it made it any easier when the medicine stopped working and your pain got too hard to bear. Kei couldn’t watch you do this anymore, “the choice is yours” he said with tears in his eyes.  

So you knew what you had to do, you got in your bed pulling Kei with you, and letting him envelope you in a big hug as you both cried.

“I love you,” you say “You know that right?”

“Of course I know that, idiot” he replies “And I love you.”

“Always and forever?”

“Always and forever.”

AN: how did I END UP CRYING WHILST WRITING THIS WHEN IT MADE NO FUCKING SENSE, I WAS TRYING TO DO THIS COOL NOTEBOOK (I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE NOTEBOOK) ENDING WHERE ITS AMBIGIOUS AND SHIT AND I JUST GIVE UP OKAY? I APOLOGISE LOOOOOOL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY ATLEAST A SENTENCE OF THIS AT LEAST.