#im more of a ^_^ leaning fellow myself

[randomrory69]

this was too personal

wait listen

[diced-rice]

Hi! You're probably tired of talking about it (hate doesn't deserve attention, I know) but I just wanted to say, I'm sorry people are being so awful to you over the way you draw some bnha characters. It's like they're uncomfortable seeing certain things (sh scars, fat people) and instead of asking themselves why they feel so uncomfortable and do some much needed soul searching (plus, maybe touching some grass) they lash out. It's unfair and you don't deserve their hatred and baseless assumptions. Personally, I love your art so much. It feels real. People aren't perfect. They carry their past with them. Their bodies have scars, grow hair, form fat rolls. It's normal. I see myself in Uraraka's soft squishy thighs, Toga's sh scars and especially in kiri/baku's top surgery scars (my personal favourites!) which is why your art feels especially dear and close to me. If someone doesn't see themself in your art and neither has enough basic common sense or empathy to realise that this is just what some people look like, and that these people (or in this case, fictional characters) don't owe anyone covering their scars or fat rolls or body hair, that's on them. Looking away and blocking is free. Curating one's own social media experience is free. Don't be a dick to strangers online you know nothing about, folks.

annoying people online hate my obnoxiously diverse headcanons. i heavily agree about the aversion coming from ignorance. when its not fellow queer fandom goers getting mad about what im drawing its people who associate with the alt right. that tells me pretty much all i need to know about how little "wrong" im actually doing. i pointed it out on twitter a bit ago in a convo w a moot, but the whole deal about art itself needing to be beautiful/attractive im 90% sure is tied to white supremacy lol. ik thats a huge thing to bring up when talking about smth as silly as mha fanart but i feel like the sentiment applies. especially when its those same right leaning accounts telling me i "shouldnt be allowed to draw grotesque things" ..

i do rlly appreciate knowing how much ppl actually care about my hcs and can actually understand them the way i do :(((( <3<3 it feels good knowing we arent so alone.

andd on top of all this i just like exploring characters like this !!!!!!!!!! its fun blaaaah !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone needs to get more cringe- its so bad out here right now !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fandom is so stuck on being "correct" or whatever no one wants to make weird shit anymore

[cremedensada]

I’m gonna need general hcs on interactions with the boy next door… like what if we just moved to town and we first meet him as we’re moving in… Also can they be in like highschool? I don’t know if that’s already the gist but yeah. She’s moving in with her mom and he’s there…

Yandere Boy Next Door

sorry anon i think i went way to far away from what you wanted shdhdh also theyre senior high school students (grade 11 - 12) which is like, two preparatory years for college. so theyre adults bc im much more comfortable with that :33

btw his name is lukas !! he's named now

male yandere + gender neutral darling/reader

lukas is easily approachable - he's got that warmth about him that just draws people in. it's all practiced to maintain his popularity though.

he's also a huge people-pleaser, despite the fact he easily gets burnt out and has his social battery drained.

so when his mom asked him to be a dear and help the new neighbor's kid on their way around the school + neighborhood, he just couldn't say no

sure he's tired, possibly close to having another breakdown just thinking about being pestered by fellow students for answers to homeworks and other menial stuff, but he still manages to say yes and give her another perfectly practiced smile

when he goes over to the house next to theirs - the ones you moved in to, you had no lasting impression on him

now, don't be mistaken, he does think you're good looking but at the end of the day he'd much rather curl up in bed and sleep

so he puts up that perfectly crafted persona and invites you to head to school with him. a new environment is much easier to deal with when you're not dealing with it by yourself! (or something like that)

he tries not to be overbearing, trying to get you to open up while also making sure he's respecting your boundaries and comfort as you made your way inside the school gates

you don't share the same classes, so he asks you for your time table so he knows your schedule

he hopes he's not being creepy or anything, he's just making sure your first day transferring here goes well

sure he's known for being a caring person in general but he does feel like it's his responsibility to make sure you're doing well you know? you're neighbors now, you guys should get along!

it's smooth sailing until it's time you guys finally went home

like that morning, he waits for you and invites you to walk home with him to familiarize with the shortcuts and local lounging spots for students

all the while he tries to get you to talk about your experience today

it must be due to the amount of stress piled up on his plate that lead him to feel... nervous.

his perfect persona cracking as his calm demeanour and collected way of talking slowly devolved into nervous tangents talking about anything at all

were you displeased? his perfection was practiced and polished since he was a kid, was it still not enough for you?

he could handle disappointing people a lot better now but paired with his currently leaning towards unstable, your displeasure is something that's slowly tearing him from the inside

he's jolted out of his thoughts when you suddenly speak up.

"thanks for showing me around. i thought i was going to struggle getting used to things all by myself."

you smiled up at him. "so... yeah. you're... okay."

his heart thumped.

everywhere all around him feels a ton of degrees warmer.

"...okay." lukas was tongue tied.

on the remainder of the journey back home, he walked you to your house, ensuring you got inside safely before making a beeline towards their house and into his room.

normally at this hour he'd be passed out in bed, tired after a whole day of pretending and smiling. today was perhaps the first time he didn't go to bed with his cheeks hurting and aching from smiling so much.

laying in bed, making an excuse as to why he's not going to be joining for dinner, just thinking about you and your words.

lukas grew up living to the standards of being perfect. a perfect son. a perfect student. a perfect friend.

anything less is... unacceptable to say the least. when you do or think of something so often in your day to day life, it becomes a habit. and lukas' habit is perfection.

but you thought he was okay.

okay.

suddenly 'okay' sounds much better than being perfect.

suddenly your opinion towards him becomes much more important than anyone else's.

lukas is a people pleaser, and onwards from that moment, the only 'people' he will ever want to please is you.

i hope this is sufficient? i'm actually v sleepy rn lol but thank you for the idea!

[devdozes]

Hii!! I was wondering if you could do something for Sampo or Moze with a reader who’s kind of snarky and flirty? Like they are constantly wearing a smirk and teasing? The rest is up to you :)

Okay, byeeeee 💚

(I promise I don’t have type. I don’t know what you’re talking about.)

♣So Greedy!

[a/n- im sorry, i have exams currently going on and I feel sad-ish, I'm sorry again]

The first time you meet Sampo Koski, he’s running from the guards.

Typical.

What’s less typical is that he nearly crashes into you, skidding to a stop just inches away. You raise an eyebrow, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at your lips.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Belobog’s smoothest talker,” you muse, stepping aside just as the guards rush past, completely missing the fact that their target is standing right there. “Got yourself in trouble again?”

Sampo exhales dramatically, straightening his coat with a flourish. “Trouble is such a strong word, don’t you think? I prefer ‘mildly inconvenient circumstances.’” His eyes, bright with mischief, scan you up and down. “And who might you be, my unexpected savior?”

You tilt your head, feigning deep thought. “A concerned citizen? A curious bystander? Someone looking for a little entertainment?” You flash him a teasing grin. “Or maybe just a humble merchant who knows a thing or two about getting out of ‘mildly inconvenient circumstances’ myself.”

His smirk widens. “Oh-ho, now that’s interesting. A fellow entrepreneur, perhaps?”

You step closer, just enough to invade his space. “Maybe. But unlike you, I don’t make it a habit of getting chased down every other day.”

Sampo places a hand over his heart, gasping in mock offense. “You wound me! I’ll have you know, every escapade is carefully planned.”

You chuckle, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from his coat. “Sure it is. Let me guess, you ‘planned’ to use me as a distraction just now?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t say planned,” he says, grinning sheepishly. “More like… seized the opportunity. And I must say, what a delightful opportunity it turned out to be.”

You roll your eyes but don’t step away. “You’re lucky I find you amusing.”

“Oh? And if you didn’t?”

“I’d have tripped you.”

Sampo laughs, absolutely smitten. “Dangerous and charming—now that’s my kind of company.”

Your smirk only grows. “Careful, Koski. Flattery like that might just cost you.”

Sampo leans in ever so slightly, his voice dropping into something silkier. “Oh? And what’s the price?”

You tap his chest with a single finger, pushing him back playfully. “Haven’t decided yet. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

Sampo watches you with open admiration as you saunter away, leaving him standing there, completely and utterly down bad.

The next time you cross paths, it’s in the underworld, where the air is thick with the scent of sizzling street food and flickering neon signs cast shifting colors over the damp pavement. You’re leaning against a stall, idly tossing a coin in your palm, when a familiar voice cuts through the noise.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite mysterious merchant.”

You don’t even look up. “Careful, Koski. I might start thinking you’re following me.”

Sampo sidles up beside you, resting an elbow on the counter with a practiced ease. “Now, now, that would imply I wasn’t simply drawn in by fate. Or, more accurately, by the promise of some fine company.”

You finally glance his way, unimpressed. “Flirting again? You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

“What can I say?” He shrugs, utterly unrepentant. “I have a weakness for sharp tongues and sharper smirks.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “And here I thought you had a weakness for getting into trouble.”

Sampo grins. “That too. But lucky for me, I seem to have found someone who’s both interesting and unpredictable—my two favorite things.”

You flick the coin up, catching it with ease. “Sounds like dangerous territory, Koski.”

“Danger’s never stopped me before.” He tilts his head, eyes glinting. “Besides, I happen to like a little risk.”

Your smirk returns. “Good. Because sticking around me? That’s definitely a risk.”

Sampo watches you with that same infatuated expression, and you know you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Again.

he third time, it’s you who finds him first.

You’re lounging atop a crate in the back alleys of the city, watching as Sampo haggles with a rather disgruntled supplier. His usual charm is at full power, but the supplier isn’t having any of it. You smirk, deciding to make things interesting.

Swinging your legs over the side of the crate, you call out lazily, “Aw, Koski, don’t tell me you’re losing your touch.”

Sampo startles slightly before recovering with a too-wide grin. “Ah, fancy seeing you here, my dear.” He turns to the supplier, tilting his head. “You see? Even my lovely associate is concerned for my reputation.”

You hop down from the crate, strolling over with deliberate slowness. “I’d hate to see you out-bargained, after all.”

The supplier, now thoroughly unimpressed, sighs. “Fine. You get your discount. But only because I want you gone.”

Sampo clasps a hand to his chest dramatically. “Such harsh words for a valued customer.”

You nudge him with your elbow. “And here I thought you liked it rough.”

He chokes on his own breath, nearly dropping the package he just received. You just grin.

Before he can recover, you step in closer, fingers lightly tracing the edge of his coat. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, Koski.” Your voice is a whisper, just for him.

Sampo stiffens slightly, a rare moment where words seem to escape him. His breath hitches, and for once, he doesn’t have a clever retort.

You lean in just a fraction more, your lips almost brushing his ear. “Careful now. If you keep looking at me like that, I might think you actually like me.”

His throat bobs, and finally, he exhales a breathless chuckle. “And what if I do?”

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your smirk turning wicked. “Then you’re in trouble.”

Sampo lets out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You, my dear, are an absolute menace.”

You pat his cheek lightly before stepping back. “And yet, you keep coming back for more.”

Sampo stares at you for a long moment before sighing, utterly and completely smitten. “I really do.”

The next time you see Sampo, the stakes are a little higher.

You’re leaning against the rusted frame of an abandoned market stall, arms crossed, watching as Sampo shuffles a handful of documents between his fingers. It’s late—too late for anyone honest to be out in these back alleys—but then again, neither of you have ever been known for playing by the rules.

“You sure about this?” you ask, arching a brow.

Sampo flashes you his usual grin, though this time, it’s edged with something sharper. “Come on now, have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?”

You hum, pretending to think. “Several, actually.”

He clutches his chest in mock pain. “Ouch. And here I thought we had something special.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” You step closer, plucking one of the documents from his hand with a lazy smirk. “What’s so important that you had to drag me into it?”

Sampo’s smile doesn’t waver, but you notice the way his fingers tighten around the remaining papers. “Just a little... business arrangement. I could use a second pair of sharp eyes.”

You hold the document up to the dim light, scanning over the fine print. The more you read, the more your smirk fades. “You’re playing with fire, Koski.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” He leans in, voice dropping to something lower, silkier. “Besides, I happen to have a very capable partner keeping me on my toes.”

You tilt your head, studying him. He’s close—closer than usual. The easy charm in his expression is still there, but there’s something else behind it. Anticipation. Challenge.

Slowly, deliberately, you step into his space, your breath ghosting against his cheek. “Oh, Sampo,” you murmur, voice honeyed with mock sympathy. “Are you really getting yourself into trouble just to keep me interested?”

His breath hitches for just a second—barely noticeable, but you catch it. His hand hovers near your waist, hesitant, like he’s debating whether to close the gap.

You grin. “Adorable.”

And just like that, you snatch the rest of the papers from his grip and step back, leaving him flustered and blinking.

“Wha—? Hey, now, that’s just unfair—”

“You’ll live.” You skim through the documents again before slipping them into your coat. “I’ll take a closer look at these. If this whole scheme of yours is as stupid as I think it is, you owe me dinner.”

Sampo recovers quickly, his smirk returning full force. “Oh? And if it’s genius?”

You wink. “Then I still get dinner. But you’re paying.”

He watches you turn and walk off, and you can feel his gaze lingering long after you’ve disappeared into the night.

Yeah. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

hope u liked it gang @froggy2d

[witchersmistress]

Excuse me Professor

Hello my darlings, i ended up down a very dark road for awhile, im clawing my way back but grief is just awful. so this is me attempting to come back.

Triggers: forced orgasm, semi pulbic space, thigh riding and stimulation a dark sherlock holmes, [ despite his protest] pet names and secret deals.

word count: 1.2 k

“ Emily Weaver” jolted me from my dazed sleep, shaking my head to wake myself up as I looked at who called my name. Shit I dozed off in class, worse I dozed off in his. Professor Sherlock Holmes.. He was pinning me with a glare, his blue eyes heated. “ You will stay behind after class to talk about this inexcusable behavior”  he continued on with the lecture as I shrank my seat to avoid the eyes of my fellow students and peers.

The hour dragged as the bell rang, students lingered to see what would happen. “ I said class was dismissed, that means leave.” He was holding the door open as students ran out the door, he shut it with a slam, locking it behind him and closing the curtain. He walked to the bottom of the stairs “ Emily join me in my office please” he said opening another door as i walked down the stairs and passed him into his office. He had bookcases everywhere, filled with books and awards. His desk was filled with books, open and overlapping one another. “Sit” he demanded as he walked to a bookshelf pulling off his tie and undoing a few buttons of his shirt,  while pouring himself two fingers of an amber liquor  and downing it in one go. Pouring himself another one as he spoke “ What are we going to do with you?” he mused as he turned to face me “ I.. I don't know what to say, i am so sorry..” placing a hand on my shoulder, moving his hand across my collarbone, before grabbing at the base of my neck moving up my throat to my chin and tipping my head back to look up at him. Watching him take a sip of his drink. Opening my mouth to protest him, he leaned down, sealing his mouth over mine, opening it slightly, letting the liquor into my mouth. I drank it greedily, getting hints on vanilla and caramel with a hint of a smokey oak flavor. Panting as i down the last of it, sucking on his lip for just a little more. He pulled away and smiled wickedly at me. 

“ I was right, you are her my wicked girl” my heart dropped into my stomach..fuuuck he figured it out. He swung around the chair pulling me up by my neck as he sat on the edge of his desk pulling me between his spread thighs. He growled as he took  my face in his hand. “Tell me, is that why you are so tired in my classes? Because you are out dancing every night, making men crazy as you dance on that stage under the ultraviolet lights." His other hand made its way down the front of my blouse, undoing the buttons as he went, moving down to my skirt, he dragged my skirt up to my waist, exposing my garter belt and thigh highs.

He chuckled wickedly as he began to pluck at the straps holding up my thigh highs, as I pressed my thighs together, trying to surprise my desire, he  hummed in satisfaction, moving one of his thighs to separate mine. With minimal effort he wedged his thigh between mine until I was straddling his thigh, pushing it up into my throbbing core. I failed to conceal my whimper as I bucked my hips once before going still. He brought my face closer to his, removing the hand from my throat to the other side of my hip, as he began to move my hips  back and forth applying pressure ever so slightly. Pro.. profess..sser” i struggled with my words as he hummed wickedly “ yes my wicked girl” he crooned, his eyes darkened with lust and desire. My mouth went dry and I couldn't speak. I tried but nothing was coming out. Moving my hips faster, I began to whimper helplessly  as I watched the impressive bulge in his dress pants grow bigger. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. 

“ i've know for a while now, watching you both on that stage and in the halls, you may be innocent but you can't fool me” i could feel the approach of my impending orgasm as he continued on “ part of me wanted to be good but my wicked Emily ,” i  nodded quickly not sure how long i could hold the tidal wave back. He slipped on of his long nimble fingers into my dripping pussy, i groaned and rolled my head back as he took that finger out and began to circle my clit in a slow and tortuous circle “ the devil on my shoulders wants to know if you’ve ever cum with my name on your lips” moving my arm to his shoulder to support myself as he leaned back, picking up speed as he continued to circle my clit. “ Yes.. yes.. Almost every night” he smiled was down right sinful and delectable. “  i want to hear you” i was at my breakpoint and i did not care that i was going to sound like a whiny girl begging for a new purse or phone. “ please, professor” he tsked me several times cocking an eyebrow as i tried again “ please sherlock” i could feel the dames break., i leaned forward into his neck and buried my face in his neck as he continued to finger my pussy relentlessly, just as my first orgasm ended, another one was right behind him as i pulled back from his neck, grabbing his face between my hands, pulling him close, kissing him as i rode out my second orgasm. He swallowed my moans as if he was a starving man, greedy and wanting more, my legs began to shake as he withdrew his finger, pulling away from our kiss, he licked his finger clean before pulling me back on for another kiss, grabbing both my thighs he wrapped  them around his waist as he stood,. Turning around and depositing me on his desk. 

Breaking our kiss, resting his forehead against mine as I begged for my legs to stop shaking. His hands where still on my thighs as he began to lower himself, moving my now wet panties to the side, flattening his tongue starting at the bottom, he licked upwards in  slow strokes and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, before standing up and smiling at me like the cat that ate the canary. Moving my panties back into place and pulling down my skirt for me as he looked me in my eyes. “ You’ll only ever dance for me now, understand? Every night at 5pm you will meet me at my car and ill bring you to my home, were you will dance for me till i cant keep my hands off you and I’ll fuck lick and suck that pretty pink pussy till ive had enough. Do you understand me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded “ Yes sir” . Something dark flashed across his features as he handed me my bag and scooped me up bridal style carrying me to his car. Buckling me into the passenger seat, I asked “ Where are we going?” a deep rumble echoed from his chest “ My wicked girl, i'm not done with you yet” he smiled as he drew a knuckle down my cheek, placing a soft kiss on my lips “ I expect you’ll miss your classes tomorrow" he winked, chuckling as he closed the door.

[mins-fins]

brownies.

&&. two totally "just friends" and a cute singing duet.

pairing: song eunseok x m!reader

genre: fluff fluff, comedy(?), eighth member!reader

warnings: none!

word count: 1k

notes: guys i love eunseok 🙁 like.. i love eunseok so much 😞 but but hes not my riize bias!! #SHOTARO4LIFE yeah uh anyway, third(?) riize work ever and im going to be honest.. its kinda cute like i dont wanna give myself too much credit or anything but this is genuinely so cute and adorable and um.. i wrote this to feed my own delusions and help the dry riize male reader tag 👍

you are a different level of calm, your fans had just realized, and to prove it, here you are, watching your members go crazy as you peacefully eat your brownies.

"y/n! sing love, maybe by melomance!" shotaro suddenly yells out, glancing over at the still quiet you as you continue to chew on your brownies. you snicker at the words, a dumb smile coming to your face. "i don't know the lyrics" yeah, that's a lie, you sang it before for an evaluation, but that's a secret you prefer to hide.

"there's no way! didn't you perform it once for an evaluation when we were trainees—" you place your finger on jung sungchan's lips with a small grimace, hoping that none of the fans watching the live heard the words. "my voice isn't warmed up yet, chan. bear with me, hm?"

sending a knowing look to your fellow 01 liner, you calmly leave his personal space and make your way back to your plate of brownies, but your members seem to be adamant on the request, seeing how you haven't sang since the whole live started.

"c'mon n/n! seok will even duet with you if you like!"

"no thank you".

"please! i'll make you more brownies!"

"...how many more brownies?"

"five!"

"..fine, you have a deal".

the eldest of riize grins at his victory, nodding his head to seal the deal with you. "alright! so two songs for five more brownies?" you stare at your older member, contemplating whether to accept the offer.

"fine, what's the other song though?"

"spring breeze?"

"and sing it with eunseok hyung!" anton cheers, chuckling in excitement as he watches you sigh in defeat. "why do you guys want me to sing so bad?" you mumble, clearing your throat as you allow seunghan to pull you to your feet. you feel shotaro drag you to the center, and you swear your soul left your body in that very moment.

"goddamnit.."

"it's just two songs y/n" says wonbin, who seems to come out of nowhere. he laughs upon seeing your defeated sigh, and leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek.

you groan in faux annoyance at the kiss you received from your friend. "ugh, stop kissing my cheeks, i swear wonbin" the 02 liner chuckles lightly, pressing another one to spite you more. you yelp, wriggling your way out of the younger's embrace, hurrying your way over to the eldest of riize.

"let's just get this over with".

eunseok quickly took wonbin's place instead, his hands instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist. rubbing off the kiss marks wonbin had left with his thumb, the song raises an eyebrow in mild confusion. "where did you..?"

"park wonbin".

the second eldest chuckles in wry amusement, shaking his head as he continues to gently rub the kiss marks off. it was proven to be unsuccessful, so eunseok does what any sane person would do.

he huffs and replaces the kiss marks with his own.

you grimace, leaning your head away from eunseok, but the song just tightens his embrace. in the end, you just gave up, accepting the fact that you can't stop his onslaught of kisses.

"let's go!" shotaro's sudden english outburst snaps you out of your daze, he hands you a microphone, raising an eyebrow at the display.

"yeah.."

you are not looking forward to this.

you in fact did not like the outcome of your deal with the devil. (do note the sarcasm, shotaro is anything but the devil.) but at least eunseok was there to back you up, quite literally, because the song was seemingly attached to you, but you didn't mind; busy being fed the brownies the eldest had baked for you.

"hmph— hurmp!"

"eunseok, i think he's trying to say he wants you to stop temporarily" shotaro was kind enough to speak up, noticing your struggle, and you thank the lords. the song hums in mild amusement as he finally lets go of you, stopping with his continuous onslaught of brownie feeding.

you swallow the rest of the brownie in your mouth before speaking, "god, eunseok. that messed up my esophagus.."

you cough and reach out for some water, to which anton handed to you right away. "i thought you were hungry?" it was quite clear eunseok was enjoying constantly teasing you, and you frown.

you're tempted to flip off your 'friend'. "if you don't stop i'll literally—" just then, sohee came bounding in with a bright smile. "spring breeze!!" you had no choice but to pat his head before taking the microphone.

you knowingly send a look to the older, who gets the message instantly, you bring the mic up to your lips as the song starts. "is it you, the spring wind that blows in half a year, my heart is warm, will you come today. when the sun rises, it just seems to have disappeared".

you laugh to yourself, a small smile making it's way to your lips as you make eye contact with the camera—over dramatizing your performance. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze".

you feel a familiar arm rest on your shoulder before a certain someone closes the gap between your bodies. "your face, your tone, everything, i miss you so i always wait".

you let eunseok do his thing, hand subconsciously coming up to rest around the older's waist. "somewhere, somehow, let's meet someday, i'm loneliness, still short, you can grow a little, 'cause i'm better at waiting than loving someone you come to me like the spring breeze" eunseok places his chin on your shoulder, not even making direct eye contact with you.

"so that my winter can end— we really love each other, you come to me like the spring breeze".

eunseok buries his face in your shoulder to hide the smile that was currently growing on his face before speaking, voice a little muffled. "can't believe your singing this" you chuckle as you lower the microphone. "and with you, huh?"

song eunseok makes sure to smack the shit out of your arm.

[doki-doki-lit-club]

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝗧𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿!

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣! 𝘈𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 5 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵... :)

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 !

Hey there, thanks for checking out our page! My name is Monika, my pronouns are She/They, and I'm proud to be the founder and President of the literature club. You might know me from tennis, Women's Rights Alliance, or when I was in debate club. Don't be shy, come join us! We have cupcakes ;) p.s. - I'm gonna have my own blog too, soon! Tune in <3

HIYA HEY!!! I'm Sayori!!! :DDDDDDDD I'm the super awesome VP of the literature club! Heh, more like lit club amirite… 😎 I use any pronouns, and my personality type is ENFP 9w1! :DDD Ask me literally anything guys I LOOOOOVE to yap yapping is awesome.

hi im natsuki my pronouns are your/mom. uh idrk what to say here lowk ¯_(ツ)_/¯ i fw Parfait Girls heavy so if ur into that 2 hmu ig

ദ്ദി˙-˙ )✧ oh and i bake n stuff im the one making the cupcakes

Hello and welcome. My name is Yuri Okuhara-Kotova, and I go by She/He/Xe pronouns. As an avid reader, I am overjoyed to be a part of this endeavor to cultivate a love of literature amongst my fellow youth. Myself, I tend to lean towards classic gothic pieces, as well as lesser known works of psychological horror. If you would like any reccomendations, you may inquire at your will on this blog. Thank you for your time.

Yo what's good, pronouns are he/they and my name's officially Michel-Chartrand, but you can just call MC. I'm the newest member😄 Btw I was actually failing english before Riri dragged me into this so ig that proves it's a good use of your time lmao

I don't really have any smart people hobbies honestly but I like gaming so yeah that's about it :)

ok yall ooc! this is obvi a ddlc rp/ask blog, and I (@teehee-of-the-gremlin-isles) am the super cool creator heh... ddlc is my special interest and these individuals live in my brain rent free so I HAD to do smth about it! This blog will mostly be with the assumption that it's NOT a game, this is just, well, a literature club. I'll post some poetry too on here- all by me!

the banner art is by my idol @ddlcbrainrot :D

now time to tag the ddlc community ....

@ddlc-imagines-club @ddlc-imagines @ddlcpoly @v11v1-en @doki-doki-my-ass @just-qonika @justmonikaandfriends @softheartthrobs

@heartbeatbookclub @natsbakery @secretly-sayori @sayori-occasionally @spud-sys @k1ttygam3r @whyamiheretumbled @just-monika-rp @doki-literature-club @dokidokiliterature

reblog, yall! i wanna get this out there heh...

RADQUEERS DNI BTW.

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 26: Magical exhaustion or injury / Curse / Came back wrong Characters: Ford Cruller and Otto Mentallis Warnings: None Summary: Otto and Ford conduct some experiments in Ford's mental world.

The valley stretched out before them, the permanent sunset casting a warm glow over the tops of the ancient trees.

"Impressive, Ford," Otto remarked, "but I doubt the park looked this majestic."

"You'd think that, wouldn't you," Ford snapped back, shoving Otto’s shoulder. "You wouldn't know any kind of imagination if it came and hit you in the face."

"Ah, yes." Otto turned to his friend, placing his hands on his hips. "Invented anything lately?"

"Hush! You know what I mean."

"Frankly, I don't. It requires the exact same amount of imagination to create a picture as it does to create a—"

"NO!"

The two men gave a start, then looked down to find a short humanoid charging valiantly uphill, swinging an oversized stamp all the while. This one was dressed like a ranger, similar to Ford's old uniform.

"Ah, another one." Ford leaned forward in interest. "I wonder how often they spawn."

Meanwhile, Otto stepped back warily. "It's after me again, isn't it," he said, already knowing the answer. "Can't you try holding these back?"

"I can try. Let's see..." Ford jabbed a finger at the mental figure. "Hey, you! Stop it! Leave 'im be!"

The humanoid stopped in its tracks, looking at Ford in bewilderment and tilting its head. "No?"

"That's right. Go on, git!"

"Nnnnooookay?" Still perplexed, the humanoid turned around, charging back down the hill and past the treeline.

"How 'bout that?" Leaning back, Ford grinned. "It worked!"

Heaving a sigh of relief, Otto took a step closer to his friend. "Good. I didn't want to deal with fighting another one of those."

"Like they're that tough! Don't be a wimp, Otto."

"I'm not a wimp. I'm just not a fighter. You know that."

"I know you're a wimp!"

"Just because I don't hurl myself at every dangerous entity in these places doesn't mean I'm—"

"NO!"

Quicker than he could react, something struck him in the back. With a hollow gasp, Otto tumbled forward, seeing the valley before him and realizing too late that he was falling. Time seemed to slow as he rolled down the hill, the valley and sun trading places over and over before the canopy swallowed the sky. When he finally came to a stop, the world caught up with him, and he staggered to his feet. His back and shoulders ached, and distantly he wondered if the injuries would carry over into the real world.

"No!" "NO!" "No!"

Abruptly he found himself surrounded by several of the humanoids, who scurried out from behind trees and ferns and other foliage to confront him. Three, four, five—six of them all circled him, stamps raised to attack.

"Blast it, Ford...!" Otto muttered, then placed a hand to his temple, concentrating. The first one charged, and he released the psi-blast directly into it, knocking it back a distance. Hearing footsteps crunching against the leaves behind him, he spun around, swinging his arm, managing a weak psi-punch—or more like a psi-slap—knocking the mental figure off-balance. But neither were truly defeated; they were charging at him again, their fellows not far behind.

With a strained grunt, Otto fired a few more psi-blasts at them and looked for an opening to bolt. But the blasts were starting to take their toll on him, and the world was starting to blur. Ford, where are you...?! he thought frantically.

"LEAVE 'IM BE!" came a familiar voice from the distance, and a few of the humanoids turned toward the sound.

"Finally," Otto gasped, his shoulders sagging in relief. "I thought you'd about forgot—"

"NO!"

Another blow struck him square in the back, sending him crashing to the ground. Grunting, he pushed himself up onto his elbows and glared at the offending mental figure, who was swinging its stamp again for another blow. Otto braced himself against one arm and pressed his free hand to his temple, focusing as much of his mental energy as he could into a single blast.

The burst of psychic energy connected with its target, sending it flying backward. It might have despawned, but Otto wasn't sure.

He felt like he was falling.

Ford's voice was calling for him, but it felt distant, like from a dream. The forest was long gone, replaced with a soft emptiness. For a brief moment he wondered if he'd lost consciousness, only to realize the absurdity of the thought.

"Ford...?" he mumbled. He tried to get up off the ground, but gravity was wrong—his arms flailed once in the air before flopping back down to his side. No, he was lying back against something.

"Dagnabbit, Otto, you would find a way to get yourself into that kinda mess."

Otto blinked once, twice, and found himself staring at the wooden roof of a cabin. "What...?"

"You got kicked outta my mind, I guess," Ford said, and Otto spotted him standing over him, crossing his arms. "How are you feeling?"

Otto shut his eyes, trying to think. He felt sore, but more from not moving for a long time, as opposed to having tumbled down a hill and getting attacked multiple times. "I... I feel... worn out."

"Well, it don't help that you're lyin' on a beat-up beanbag. Hop up."

He concentrated, trying to levitate himself up from the chair, only for his whole mind to groan with the effort, like a car straining to run on an empty tank. Instead he tried to physically push himself up, but his arms shook with the effort.

"Do I gotta do everything 'round here?" Ford muttered, and Otto felt himself being lifted in a gentle TK grip. "So what I'm gatherin' is, you wore yourself out."

"J...just a bit, perhaps," Otto admitted with a grateful smile.

"Don't look at me like that or I'm gonna drop you out the window of this tree house."

"I'm sure you would do that."

"Don't try me."

As Ford hauled him over to his bed, Otto hummed in thought. "I don't suppose this has happened to you yet?"

"Nope. Sure we'll find out one of these days."

Otto frowned, staring out the window, then something Ford said struck him, and he began to chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"De-menti-strate," he answered, then began to laugh again.

Ford stared. "Come again?"

"You know, like defenestrate—"

"Dagnabbit Otto, no, I don't know."

"Defenestrate—to throw out a window, like you threatened to do with me. Only I was not thrown out of your window—I was thrown out—" Laughter began to overtake him again. "Out of your mind!"

"You're the one out of your mind right now," Ford grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"No, but, defenestrate—dementistrate—it's the perfect word!"

"I am not using that word," Ford snapped. "Now get some rest before I actually do throw you out the window."

"You mean, defeni—"

"Shut up."

[teagballs]

hands! | gob bluth x reader smut

authors note: crawls towards you hi im back. for my fellow hand enthusiasts. this has been in my drafts for like a MONTH finished it today. still taking arrested development requests but now i also that its always sunny and what we do in the shadows and beetlejuice.... yeah. love ya enjoy <3

cw: smut obviously. first person perspective hand kink. gob teases alot because he is an ass. clit play, fingering, hickies. written with fem reader in mind and they have a vagina.

nsfw under cut

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My boyfriend, Gob, had an interesting hobby. Magic. Not the most attractive or accomplished interest, but it was his and I loved him so I went along with it. Coming to his shows, helping him learn new tricks, even being a stand in for his assistant in some cases. I always tried to support him.

Now, I sat in his kitchen, watching as my boyfriend performed a card trick. And it wasn't all that enticing, he kept getting it wrong and dropping his cards all over the table. His dedication was cute. I smiled a little and tried to hold interest. But slowly, my mind began to drift. The way his long fingers glided over the edge of the cards, and how they flicked through them to pick out a select amount. I had always had a thing for hands, and it was seemly arising again now.

"Now, watch I'll get it this time, pick a card." Gob said, laser focused on the cards. I hummed in acknowledgement and picked a card. As he ran his nimble fingers over the deck and shuffled once more my mind began to wander. What kind of dexterity would a magician hold in his hands? Trying not to get flustered and attempting to lock this thought away, I crossed my legs as if to hold back my arousal and sat up straighter. 'Sexualising your boyfriend's innocent hobby? Perv,' I thought.

I tried to focus solely on the trick but that seemed to make things worse. God, he had nice hands. Lengthy digits, veins that ran on the back of his hands, was I blushing? Gob looked at me again, ready to ask for my card back to shuffle into the pile, but he seemed to pick up that my focus had shifted. Maybe he had gathered from my upright form and fidgeting that something was off and I wasn't fully present.

"Hey, are you paying attention?" He groaned childishly.

'Yes. Definitely, I am." I replied quickly, tensing a little.

"You're not. You look all distracted." Gob replied. Shit, he had picked up on it. I couldn't tell him the truth - the reason I wasn't fully focused was because his hands were really fucking turning me on.

"No I am really! It's just that, I.. um," I struggled to find an excuse, hoping the ground would swallow me up. If I wasn't flustered before I certainly was now. I settled on just awkwardly looking away from him, hoping he would either move away from the subject or figure it out on his own.

"What's up with you? You're all... oh." The pin dropped. Gob realised why I was so distracted. My hand grazed my face, trying to decide if he gotten there from context clues or if the blood had rushed to my face.

"So, what's got you so riled up?" he teased. The switch from showman to flirtatious dick was fast. He leaned over the table now, lowering his voice and tone.

"Riled up? What are you talking about?" Gob might be a little stupid, but he could still tell I were lying.

"You're blushing, that impressed by my magic?" He questioned. His ego was showing. There was no escaping this. I sighed and gave in.

"No its not your magic its... your hands." I admitted shamefully. Gob raised an eyebrow, confused.

"I've always had a thing for them. I find them, like, attractive, like you'd find ass or tits attractive, they just.. they make me think about what they can do, what'd they'd feel like on me, inside me." I babbled, trying desperately to explain my weird attraction.

To my surprise and relief Gob understood? He hummed in acknowledgement. "I get it." I could feel myself growing wetter.

"I guess you doing a magic trick... it made me think you know, cause your a magician, what else can you, um, do with your hands." I told him, looking anywhere but at him.

Gob smirked at this, filled with pride. "Well, how about you find out?"

I lifted my head to look at him, "...What?" I mumbled.

"Why don't you find out how good my hands are at other things?" His smirk grew.

Gob made his way over to me and kissed me. He grabbed onto my shirt to guide me out of the room. He moved his hands to my face as the kiss grew deeper stumbling out of the kitchen. The whole situation had made us both so desprate, essentially eating eachothers faces now. The pair of us stumbled onto the sofa, pulling away briefly to catch our breath with a string of saliva connecting. This time when we reconnected, Gob began to work the button of my jeans. I whimpered in anticipation. Gob's hand made its way into my jeans. Gently, using his ring and middle finger he felt my wetness through my underwear.

"Fuck. You really must like hands huh?" He chuckled goofily.

To help with ease of access, I began to shimmy my jeans off. Now, Gob was able to pull my underwear down. The cold air on my pussy made me arch my back. Gob hovered above md, hands on either side of my face on the communal sofa, which was about to be desecrated. He ran his index finger up my now exposed slit. He started slow, painfully slow. I twitched and bucked my hips, antsy for more. He repeated this movement until he gathered a sufficient amount of wetness. Finally, he ran small, steady circles around my soaked clit. This caused me to mewl out. I was a little embarrassed at how loud I were for such a small movement, though, this only seemed to encourage Gob. He continued his slow pace, but this definitely wasn't enough.

"Please Gob, please go fucking faster," I grunted out of frustration. Ever willing, Gob increased the speed. I grinded my clit down on his finger. In response, Gob switched to two fingers and started kneading my bundle of nerves an accelerated speed. Fuck. He was gifted with his hands. This new pace was overstimulating. He maintained it as I loudly moaned praises and a string of obscenities.

"Fuck! Gob- so fucking good- m'gonna-" was all I could get out before cumming.

Gob was full of himself now. Shocked at his own abilities. "Wow. And I haven't even touched here yet," he said, plunging his fingers in my drenched entrance. This action caused me to emit another loud sob to Gob's delight.

"Shouldn't waste anymore time." He mused and thrusted two fingers into my pussy. I arched again. A little awkwardly, Gob repositioned us both. Now he was sitting on the sofa with me in his lap, his fingers taunting me by hovering above where I needed them most.

"Please," I mumbled. He smiled before placing his two fingers in and out of my wetness. It was too slow. Not deep enough to feel any pleasure. My hole clenched around his fingers, my body's way of revealing yearning with using my words. He began a pace of moving his fingers. I needed more, needed him to go deeper, faster. Gob found my eagerness all too amusing. Once he reinserted his fingers to my drenched pussy again, he curled them. This action caused me to let out a long moan.

"Fuuuuuck." I groaned. Gob smirked against my neck, growing more and more proud of his ability to please. He attached his mouth to my neck, gingerly sucking love bites and kissing me gently as he continued to guide his fingers in and out of me. Gradually, he increased his pace. He began to pump in and out of my pussy, continuing to curl his fingers. He kept this up until he was fingering me at an excruciating pace, I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Fuck! Gob, m'gonna cum soon." I sobbed. Gob took this as a challenge. How quick could he make me cum? He reached his other hand down to my pussy and began to rub my clit again at a ferocious pace. This, combined with the attention to my neck was more than enough to send me over the edge and bring me to an orgasm for the second time.

I fell against my boyfriend, my head found its place in the crook of his neck. Exhaused. I look up to find Gob, licking the result of his labor off his fingers. I whimper a little at the sight, fuck that's hot. But I'm too tired to go again. Gob chuckles, "Did they live up to your expectations?" He asks, wiggling his hands in a sort of 'jazz hands' motion. I groan. I'm never going to hear the end of this. Cocky bastard.

[d8nielaa]

hi love!

could i request jason fic?

where reader and him go to disneyland? <3

THANK YOUUUUUU!!

Authors Note: haiii- yes ofc anon! as a fellow disneyland goer myself I rlly love this 🥺

Disneyland

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

It was a sunny, perfect day in Anaheim, and you were walking hand-in-hand with Jason Schmidt through the gates of Disneyland. The excitement in the air was palpable, and the sound of laughter and music floated around you both.

“Can you believe we’re finally here?” Jason grinned, his eyes sparkling with that playful, boyish energy he always had, as he adjusted his sunglasses on his nose.

You looked up at him, smiling. “I can’t believe it took us this long to make it happen, but yeah, here we are! I’m so excited!”

Jason laughed softly, a chuckle that melted your heart. “It’s your first time here, right?”

You nodded, your gaze wandering over the iconic Sleeping Beauty Castle. It felt like stepping into a dream. “I’ve always wanted to come! I just never had the chance until now.”

He squeezed your hand. “Well, I’m honored to be the one to show you around. Get ready for the most magical day of your life.”

“Are you sure you’re not secretly a Disney expert?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jason smirked. “I mean… I’m not technically a Disney expert, but I’m pretty good with the fast passes and churros.”

You laughed, tugging him toward the first ride—Space Mountain.

Jason’s enthusiasm was contagious, and as you two approached the line, he looked down at you. “I gotta warn you—this ride’s a little wild.”

“Bring it on,” you said with a grin.

The two of you made your way into the ride, buckled in, and before you knew it, you were speeding through the galaxy at lightning speed, surrounded by stars and neon lights. Your heart raced, and you laughed uncontrollably, looking over at Jason to see his wide grin, matching your excitement.

Once the ride ended, you both stumbled out, breathless.

“Okay, okay. That was awesome,” you said, still laughing.

Jason’s eyes twinkled. “Told you. And now that you’re fully on board, we’ve got a lot more rides to hit.”

And hit them you did. From Pirates of the Caribbean, where you and Jason tried to act like pirates, to Indiana Jones Adventure, where Jason pretended to be an archeologist, every ride was a little adventure. The day was filled with so much laughter, little inside jokes, and more than a few competitive races for the best view during the parades.

At one point, you both found a quiet corner by It’s a Small World, the sounds of the classic song filling the air. Jason smiled softly as he looked at you.

“Hey,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “Thanks for coming here with me. I know I can get a little… uh, crazy when I’m excited.”

You laughed and squeezed his hand, resting your head on his shoulder. “Jason, you’re perfect. Honestly, I think you might be a little more excited than me, but I’m not complaining.”

Jason chuckled and gently kissed the top of your head. The affection between you two was almost as magical as the park itself.

The day continued with stops for churros, selfies with Mickey and Minnie, and more rides. The sun began to set, and the sky above Disneyland turned into a canvas of warm oranges and purples, giving everything an extra touch of magic.

You and Jason ended the day by sitting on a bench in front of the castle, the evening fireworks beginning to light up the sky.

Jason wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and whispered, “I’m so glad we did this. It’s been a perfect day.”

You rested your head against his chest, watching the fireworks explode in colors above you. “Me too,” you said softly. “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else.”

Jason leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, just as the grand finale of fireworks lit up the sky. You both smiled, knowing this was a memory that would stay with you forever.

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Authors Note: can't believe im writing this early in the morning

[themandjetofra]

The Nejeru and the Presidential Election in America

Hey everyone, I know I’ve been a bit dead recently. Sorry about that! I haven’t had much new art to share lately, though I’m hoping to work on a drawing of Ammut sometime this weekend. Honestly, I think I’m done trying to stick with weird blog format. It just feels too forced and doesn’t align with what I want this space to be lol.

Im not going to give you the "Oh, not to get political, but..." stuff here. Yes, yes to get political. I am going to get political because, frankly, this is my blog, my space, and I can express my thoughts freely. If you don’t fw with that, you’re more than welcome to leave. I genuinely can’t stand Trump supporters. This isn't the place for you.

Yes, both Trump and Kamala have massive flaws, but let’s face it, American presidential elections have always been choosing between two evils. But the fact that an actual felon managed to win just blows my mind. It’s appalling to think that people are willing to overlook his blatant disrespect toward women and the LGBTQ community (both of which I’m a part of). Sure I might lose my rights, but at least gas will be cheaper... /s

This election has been a heavy blow to me, and honestly my soul. I’ve been pouring my heart into prayers and spells, asking the Nejeru for guidance. And yeah, I’ll admit, it stung a lot when it felt like my prayers fell on deaf ears to them. I’ve spoken to others in my faith and even folks who follow other ancient pantheons, and I’m not alone in feeling upset and betrayed.

So, I had to take a step back. I needed to breathe, to distance myself from everything—my work, my faith. But that doesn’t mean I lost my belief in the Nejeru. They’ve been there for me countless times, and I know that. Instead of letting my frustration consume me, I chose to reflect on it. Why couldn’t they intervene this time? Or, maybe, why wouldn’t they? And after some time to think, I eventually reconnected with my faith.

One thing I know is that we need to see the Nejeru in the context of their origins— Ancient Egypt. If you didn’t know, every Pharaoh was essentially a dictator. Even under divine guidance, bad things still happened. Some years, the Nile didn’t flood. Sometimes, things just went wrong. The Nejeru aren’t like the God of Christianity or Catholicism. They’re not “all-powerful.” If they were, they wouldn’t need a pantheon of over a hundred gods to manage different forces. They’re incredibly powerful, yes, but there are limits to what they can influence.

A major factor is the concept of free will, something that was deeply important to the Nejeru. They believed in allowing humans to make their own choices, to live their lives as they wished, even with rules in place. As Ra said in the Coffin Texts (1130): "I made every man like his fellow; and I did not command that they do wrong. It is their hearts that disobey what I have said. This is one of the deeds."

No god controls our souls. They don’t dictate our choices. Sure, they may judge us after death, but what we do in this life is entirely up to us. I highly recommend checking out “The Dispute of a Man with His Ba”, a translated story that implies much about free will in Ancient Egypt. When it comes to elections, that is free will. The Nejeru aren’t going to intervene in a democratic process where individuals are making their own choices. Whether people are misinformed or not, it’s still their decision. The outcome, as frustrating as it might be, is not something that the Nejeru can or should control. Doing so would mean infringing on the free will of millions of people. So, please, do not put the blame on the Nejeru. They’re not responsible for the choices people make. But we can lean on them for guidance through these hard times. Take care of each other. Take care of yourselves, check in on your friends, and remember, you are not a burden to anyone. Let’s focus on how we can support one another through this. Sending love and strength to you all.

- spheenx

💗

[petewentzisblack1312]

question coming from also a third world supremacist (i think?) figuring out political ideology: how did you form yours?? i think i remember you saying you used to go off of empathy before forming a more solid worldview and i'd wanna know how to start that. apologies if i'm completely off base and you didn't say that in that case it's just nice to follow someone who's not from a first world country thank you for that

sorry this is quite meandering. i dont have a clear cut answer of a specific turning point, its just been a journey of learning ive been on as ive come of age. as for how to go about doing it yourself, id say to stay curious, but also stay skeptical. learn about the patterns that repeat in history- the way outsiders are blamed for problems, the way the world tends towards complicated answers, the fact that things are more often implicit than intentional- and be wary of them when you are confronted with an answer. remember that 'common sense' is not an edict passed on by god, its the culmination of a lot of decisions, some made with ulterior moments, so interrogate who benefits from you believing certain things that 'everyone knows'. and try to get some bearing on the theory behind certain philosophies and modes of thought. it could be a video essay, if you just need to get your foot in the door. my mentor is wary of documentaries and video essays because he thinks they can lie to you easily, but a book can do that too, especially if you think it cant! still, the audiovisual language is very easy to take at face value, and its more difficult to assess the legitimacy of a youtube video or documentary than it is with a book thats been cited by other authors a lot.

anyway, my own journey. i did in fact say my ideology is founded on empathy first and foremost. i was already pretty left leaning (but without a framework, just very 'live and let live') at that point but one of my teachers in secondary school (who ive known since my sister went to that same secondary school over 10 years prior) (hes the guy i call math dad occasionally) used the times allotted for christian education and christian family life education which were basically free periods during which were supervised by our homeroom teachers (though its not really supposed to be that) to teach the basics of anarchist philosophy (like what can or should be considered violence) to our class, and i was really engaged in that framework. there were only two people in the class who were interested in that myself included so he eventually stopped but hes always been something of a guide to my beliefs, and this introduced me to anarchism as a philosophy.

i have to say what radicalized me beyond just my love of my fellow human was curiosity. i wanted to know why the caribbean is poor. i wanted to know why certain people are mistreated. i wanted to understand racism. and it was a gradual process for me but eventually i learned that pretty much all real bigotries are systemic, but i didnt fully understand why those systems were in place until i started to understand the 'flaws' inherent to capitalism, or rather, the way its supposed to work. all these systemic injustices are in service of capitalism.

i was still quite imperial centric until fairly recently in my life though, id say like the past 5-7 years ive become more and more critical of modern empire and more disillusioned with its manifestation worldwide and as you might imagine especially in the caribbean. i hate tourism now, while it tends to be something both major parties invest in to some degree (its the liberal position). while im a little less superficially patriotic than the average st lucian, im very invested in our politics, though i find it difficult to navigate as a lay person for a myriad of reasons that frustrate me. as much as i have opinions on politics and policy, im not an economist or political scientist or commentator and have auditory processing issues that make it just hard enough to sit and watch parliamentary debates and things like that that i dont.

i would be remiss if i didnt shoutout the tumblr community for also informing my politics. ive been introduced to all sorts of people and all sorts of problems and all sorts of ideas by being on this website for as long as i have, and listening and learning and looking into things myself.

[spinefrepple]

Happy Trans Visibility Day, everyone! 🏳️‍⚧️

This is Spine!

This is a personal manifesto piece I wipped up (forgot TVD was today 😅), and it's about what I want in my life. What I thrive for and need to work on. I've had a lot of difficulties mentally, emotionally, physically, spiritually, financially, and all the other illys. It's been about 3 years since I realized Im trans and throughout the years, I've come out, doubted myself, and struggled with dysphoria. I haven't made much progress but have gotten a bit better with correcting people instead of wallowing in silence whenever I'm misgendered.

My journey started with me coming out as transmasc, and as I watched fellow trans people share their journey, I also felt their joy. I had a lot of emotional rollercoasters and introspect about myself. I feel comfort in the thought of letting go of my feminine characateristics.I came to the conclusion that I am still very much not female. I go by He/They and now a days lean more towards being nonbinary. So that's where Im at! Still He/They just more They :)

There is a lot of fear that comes with this journey, especially during these times. I know there are people who are using God's name to justify atrocious behaviors, and I will pray for safety, mercy, and comfort for the LGBTQ+ community. God really does love you all. ALL. I love you all! Thank you everyone who respected and supported me!!

[lcftyambiticns]

♔ ❛ 𝑰nd. &. private 25+ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 roleplay blog for ℒORROAKAN ; self-appointed MASTER OF RAMAZITH'S TOWER &. ARCHMAGE of Baldur's Gate. TRIGGER WARNING for dark / adult content. SECONDARY MUSE: Rolan ( on request only! )

MEMES | HEADCANONS | GALLERY | VERSES

RULES AND MUSE INFO: UNDER THE CUT.

STORIES: ✍︎ ℳEMORIES.

RULES.

GNEREAL

25+ ONLY. This blog is written by an adult for other adults, so please act accordingly.

I'm careful about how I curate my online space. The block button and I are besties. Muns who engange in OOC drama, OOC bigotry and LGBTQA+ phobia of any kind, callout posts, OOC political discourse will be blocked on sight. I also tend to steer clear of writers who have lots of DNIs or triggers.

This blog is anti-censorship. Fiction =/= reality. If you don't like someone's content, block them. Protecting your online space is a mature thing to do, and I promise I'll 100% support that. What's NOT okay is trying to police adults on what to write on their blogs (go touch some grass).

DEAD DOVE FRIENDLY. I love angst and exploring dark content!! If you have any triggers, let me know. Triggers you may encounter on this blog: violence, murder, abuse, gore, monsters, gaslighting, manipulation, cults, canon-typical fantasy racism and overall offensive / problematic themes. Triggers won't always be tagged. Major triggers will be tagged as tw: trigger. If you're triggered by any of the themes mentioned above, this blog isn't for you. While we don't have to write any of them out, they are present on this blog.

Communication is key! <3 Writing is so much more fun if the muns get along. I promise, I don't bite!!

INTERACTION

This is a private blog simply because I can't spread myself too thin. I'm particularly selective when it comes to mumu-blogs featuring muses from fandoms outside the DnD / BG3 verse. If I follow you, I have read your rules and want to interact! Don't be shy <3 I will also assume that if you follow me back, you're fine with me sending you memes / tagging you in starters / sliding into your IMs to plot.

Personals are welcome to follow, but no touchy my RP stuff.

Formatting: For accessibility reasons, I won't follow if you use spaced out words and punctuation, all caps or all lowercase (for entire paragraphs).

MEMES. YES! If you want to continue a meme, go right ahead!

Plotting: Hmu with a plot idea anytime! I'm not a fan of plotting out every detail, but Lorroakan is a particularly uncooperative muse. Having a general idea of where we want this to go really helps to keep the ball rolling, even if we end up going in a different direction!

SHIPPING / RELATIONSHIPS

This blog is multiship, male lean. Fair warning; Lorroakan isn't particularly interested in romance or sex, and he's a prick. I'm open to shipping, BUT ships will most likely be toxic / one-sided, particularly with Rolan (with the potential to develop into something wholesome over time!), and slow burn. By slow I mean glacial. In most cases, at least.

Pre-established relationships: Yes. While first meeting or "they have been business partners" threads can be fun, they often take a while to get juicy, or they end up fizzling out. What if your muse was Lorroakan's childhood bestie? Another (former?) apprentice? A fellow scholar of the arcane he used to work with? An ex?

MUN NOTES

Mun =/= Muse, I obviously don't condone any of Lorroakan's bs IRL. While I will absolutely respect your boundaries OOC (if you talk to me beforehand about them, pretty please with a cherry on top), I won't water him down.

I have the memory of a soggy pickle. If you don't want me to interact with you, hard-block.

Activity: Sometimes I'll reply super fast, sometimes it takes me ages, and sometimes I can only focus on specific threads / muses.

Discord is available for moots I interact with frequently.

They / Them, hatched 1995, dog parent, hyperfixating on problematic villains, D&D player.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

GENERAL Lorroakan is in his mid-late 30s, fairly young considering his achievements (mostly obtained through deceitful methods).

He presents himself as the great archmage of Baldur's Gate, but while he is a compentent wizard and keen enchanter, he is nowhere near as powerful as he claims to be.

Lorroakan laid claim to Ramazith Tower after its previous owner mysteriously disappearend, and he refuses to share the knowledge it holds (at least for free).

He is originally from Athkatla, one of the wealthiest cities in Faerun, but he grew up in the shadows of its splendor. His family (mother, father, two sisters, four brothers) could barely make ends meet, but Lorroakan has always been ambitious and harbored dreams of one day being just as wealthy and powerful as the elite of the Gem District. The practice or use of arcane magic is explicitly illegal within the city of Athkatla, but that didn't stop him; he practiced in secret whenever he could get his hands on a spellbook.

PERSONALITY IN A NUTSHELL . . . as interpreted by the mun ; Ambitious, diligent, intelligent, clever, creative ; selfish, arrogant, manipulative, power-hungry, petty, vain.

He has a superiority complex ; he is vain, has an overly high opinion of himself, makes boastful claims that aren't backed up by reality, has a habit of putting down those who outshine him.

(The way I see it) Lorroakan isn't a straight up villain. However, his ambitions and narcissistic nature drive him to commit morally questionable, and at times, outright despicable acts.

CHARACTER STUDIES / RELEVANT HEADCANONS: bad money habits more about his past & why he is how he is

Shippy HCs CONs of being his lover PROs of being his lover NSFW headcanons

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Bezzle excerpt (Part VI)

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in LA (Saturday night, with Adam Conover), Seattle (Monday, with Neal Stephenson), then Portland, Phoenix and more!

It's launch-week for my new novel The Bezzle, a high-tech, revenge-soaked crime thriller in which my intrepid forensic accountant Martin Hench must pit his wits against unbelievably evil (and sadly true-to-life) prison-tech grifters:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/14/minnesota-nice/#shitty-technology-adoption-curve

As part of the launch, I'm serializing part of Chapter 14, a side-plot about music royalty theft and the (again, sadly true-to-life) corruption of the LA Sheriffs Deputies, who are organized into criminal gangs that murder, run drugs and intimidate with impunity:

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/deputy-gangs-cancer-los-angeles-county-sheriffs-department-scathing-re-rcna73367

Today marks the sixth and final installment of the serial, but you can hear me read more of the book. Just show up at one of the stops on my book tour! Tomorrow (Feb 24) in LA, I'm appearing on Saturday evening with AdamC onover at Vroman's:

https://www.vromansbookstore.com/Cory-Doctorow-discusses-The-Bezzle&lt;

And then on Monday I'll be in Seattle at Third Place Books with Neal Stephenson:

https://www.thirdplacebooks.com/event/cory-doctorow

From there, I'm off to Portland, Phoenix, Tucson and points further:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/16/narrative-capitalism/#bezzle-tour

Here's part one of the serial:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/17/the-steve-soul-caper/#lead-singer-disease

Part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/19/crad-kilodney-was-an-outlier/#copyright-termination

Part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/20/fore/#lawyer-up

Part four:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/21/im-feeling-unlucky/#poacher-turned-keeper

Part five:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/22/self-censorship/#acab

And now, the thrilling conclusion!

Benedetto was outraged by my face and swore he’d sue the Sheriff’s Department on my behalf. He got even angrier when I got stopped again, the following week, as I was leaving my concussion checkup at the Kaiser hospital on Sunset by a sheriff’s deputy who had me pull over in front of the big Scientology building. This deputy was a little bantam rooster of a fellow, with a shiny bald head and mirror shades and no neck. He strutted up to my car, got me out of it, ran my ID, and frisked me. “Do you know why I pulled you over, sir?” he said. He had that cop knack for making “sir” sound like “motherfucker.”

“No, sir,” I said, trying it out myself.

He didn’t like that and leaned in close enough for me to smell his aftershave and the scented sunscreen on his bare scalp.

“I stopped you, sir, because you were using your phone while driving.”

I must have looked surprised.

“I personally saw you tapping at your phone screen. That is a misdemeanor, sir. Reckless driving.”

He stopped as if waiting for me to respond. I made myself go mild. “Sir, I did not use my phone.”

He was waiting for that. He narrowed his eyes and leaned in closer. “Are you telling me I didn’t see what I saw?”

Mild, Marty, mild. “I don’t know what you saw, sir, but I didn’t use my phone.”

He rocked back and tilted his head. Patients went by with crutches and walkers. Nurses and doctors passed in scrubs. Scientologists scurried in and out of their gigantic temple. A fruit cart man labored past us.

“Well, sir, this should be simple enough to resolve.” He reached for his belt and pulled out a generic ruggedized cop-­rectangle of gear, and unspooled a multiheaded cable from its side. He leaned into the rental and retrieved my phone, and squinted at its I/O port, then attached the cable to my phone. The rugged rectangle beeped. “I’m gathering forensics on your mobile device, sir,” he said.

I’d figured that out already. My phone—­like yours and ­everyone else’s—­was a trove of my most intimate information, a record of all the places I’d been and people I’d spoken to and all the things I’d said to them. It was full of photos and passwords and client files and voice memos. It was more information than any judge would have granted a warrant for on a reckless-­driving rap.

The little man smirked as he held my phone and his gadget. I stayed mild as milk. I was running full-­device encryption. I’m no computer security expert, but I spend a lot of time around them, and they’d been insistent on this point, and had made reference to this very scenario in describing why I would bother to dig around my phone’s settings to turn this on.

God, my face hurt. I didn’t know how long the gadget was supposed to take, but from the cop’s increasing impatience, I could tell it was going long.

Beep. The cop shaded the gadget’s little screen from the punishing LA sun with one hand and peered at it.

“Sir, I need you to unlock this device, please.”

My face hurt. Be mild, Marty. “I invoke my right to counsel,” I said.

He pursed his lips. “Sir, if you would please enter your unlock code, we can verify whether your device is in use and we can both be on our way.”

“I invoke my right to remain silent.” I said it straight into his bodycam.

He sighed and looked irritated. I had known Benedetto for so long that I had once had to dial his number from a landline. I’d long ago memorized his office’s number, 1–­800-­LAWER4U. He’d bought it early, back before 800 numbers got expensive, and he’d had plenty of offers for it. He’d kept it.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/23/gazeteer/#fin

[ruiineedsfood]

Ruii's twts OC dump (will be updated)

So in order from top left

Yona Stone

Note : ignore how badly drawn the wheelchair is because i haven't made an updated rendered version hshsh

She's inspired by medusa in greek mythology, I know she appeared like 5 seconds in the disney movie, but like how can i not put such an iconic character??? also, medusa is quite villainy in the mythos, so i feel like it fits the twst theme yknow.

Nickname : Yona , Yonyon

Grade/class : 2-B

Club : Honestly, idk maybe board game or magift

Birthday : she's giving leo vibes idk what exactly but leo 100%

Homeland : Shaftlands in the big city area

Favorite subjects : Alchemy and Defense magic

Hobby : darts, swimming(used to be)

Talent : Good eye in fashion

Favorite food : seafood

Least favorite : beef

Bellaire Witcher

So her inspiration is basically a mix of the cheshire cat and mad hatter. she's a tortured artist, so not exactly based on a disney character i just find it fun to make a very wild and artistic character. now i don't know if i should keep her clover design maybe I'll change it because i gave her a clover bcs i thought it looked cute lmao.

Ruth Burn

I just wanted a fox oc lmao. I thought omg twst doesn't have foxes, and then fellow popped up, and I'm like, welp. So personality wise, Ruth is a very responsible person, but she has a cheeky side that is kinda like ruggie in a way. Her motivations are more social rather than self-preservation like ruggie. i didn't really base her on any character from disney i just knew i didn't want her to be text book cheeky fox character, wanted her to be more of like a normal teen with bits of fox like slyness in her.

Mielin Schoerin and Mimi Schoerin

They're kinda inspired by the twin cats in lady and the tramp. The first two that i designed, actually.

Mielin (dark hair) is the oldest between the two, and she's the most developed character in the cast because i just fell in love with her LMAO. Mielin's name came from a part of a cell in the nerve system cmiiw, so its main job is to protect, and i was like, hell yeah, that name sounds cool. So she's the more mellow twin takes things more seriously than her sister. She's usually seen to be very uptight and awkward by the other students but that's mostly because she's just quite dense with her surroundings. funfact but i like to imagine she's the girl crush of campus bcs i want to give her so much love shhshsb

Mimi (blondie) is the younger one, and i like to think she's the more energetic of the two, but she is more analytical than mielin. Mimi has this aura of being more laid back of the two, but she has the sense of being all knowing of things. kinda like floyd but not as wacky as floyd.

Naima / Zahra (can't decide but im leaning towards Naima)

Honestly, she's my fav design, but i have no clue on her background yet. I'm leaning towards her being a passionate dancer whose roots are from traditional dances from her culture, or i could go the other route of her being an ex athlete or ex idol. since the story i want to tell through her is to be her own self and come to terms with her choices because, like, what if our choices are just not right for us? Im trying to make her into a character that isn't similar to the existing cast in twst, idk im finding myself making her into a jamil 2.0 and im putting more thought into her to not be like that. the disney movie doesn't really have a character that i want to adopt to be her so im still thinking about it.

Melissa (Mel)

so diasomnia's book is still ongoing, i dont have any fixed plans for her involvement with the existing cast yet. but my plan is to make her a race of beings opposite to faes in a sense, since her magic doesn't come from her but the magic of others around her. so, like sucking the life out of them and repurposing it to be her own type of thing. Malleus finds her abandoned in the forest as a young kid with all the magic in the surrounding area gone. She gets adopted, but lilia refuses because she can be dangerous with her inate powers that can weaken malleus and endanger silver since in my head, they found her after lilia took in silver. so they came to an agreement to take care of mel with the condition she stays away from silver and malleus before learning to control her powers. Now, what makes mel okay with this treatment in her head is because she remembers everything from her birth and how her mother abandoned her and stuff so she feels like its normal and devotes herself to Malleus as a guard as a sense of gratitude for letting a monster like her in. Her arc is realizing that she's not a monster that she was made to believe. Instead, she was a neglected kid who wasn't taught properly. Honestly, i just feel really sad about her, and initially, i want her to explore lilia's character since he's one of my favorites but after concocting this i just want to give mel a hug.

Also, her OB-ing would be cool