#no seriously this platform is fucking insane

[arcane-navigator]

i fucking love tumblr because you can get anything from the most stunning, jaw dropping art that you will ever see in your LIFE to "get alphabetized you fucking clown"

[mortalityplays]

the way people on here talk about the porn ban makes me completely fucking insane honestly.

yes I would love a return to the old ways.

no that isn't something staff have control over, it's a systemic issue with puritanical groups intentionally strangling online infrastructure to make adult content impossible to platform.

no that doesn't mean the ban was value neutral and I will fucking kill you with my mind if you start going on about how 'it just meant all the annoying people left'

sex workers left, and so did the high spending customers who made tumblr a viable platform for a lot of other small creators

a lot of sex educators and queer outreach groups also left, and nobody seems to remember that they were a huge part of the landscape here

you have to take the eradication of sexual content from online spaces seriously as an issue that affects more than whether you personally can post catgirl balls on one specific platform

there is no 'good social media' in 2023 that will ever be equipped to solve this problem until the financial/cultural issue is addressed. decentralisation is your best bet. sorry.

[iveeaten3humanorganz]

I’m praying Twitter stays afloat because I do NOT want Twitter users to come to Tumblr. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY WOULD CALL ME A SLUR?! 😭😭 I also don’t want to start seeing all the right on here because they would raid the leftist tags in a second.

[daxite]

it’s always been hilarious to me that for a website that likes to jerk itself off endlessly for apparently being one of the most “accepting” and “open” places on the internet, tumblr sure is fucking cutthroat with telling people how they should/shouldn’t present themselves, how or what they should/shouldn’t draw or create, and what media they should/shouldn’t consume

[bred-is-a-dumb-name]

Genuinely don't know what to do abt this shit anymore man. I've been on tumblr for so long, have had so many blogs, have lived through all sorts of wild shit that staff does. I have nowhere else to go either. Nowhere else can provide what this platform does for me. But this treatment of trans folk has me legitimately scared for the future of this place if something thats clearly visibly a joke can get you banned for life. When hateful terfs can just say whatever they want and not have problems if they get reported. I mean this isn't fucking twitter. I just. Fuck dude. Idk. I'm worried and angry and as a trans person I'm scared to even make jokes abt this situation lest i also get banned for "death threats" or something. This is insane. And it's gone on for a while now. And fuck. Tumblr needs to do better. Seriously.

[luvsturniolo]

hi!! i rlly love ur writing and i wanted to ask if i could request something where readers reputation is ruined by a false rumor which leads reader to thinking they aren’t loveable but chris doesn’t think that cause he’s in love with her?

basically the trope “one believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing”.

ー ★ !! unloveable

pairing : chris sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : after some bad rumors are past around social media, you begin to overthink about whether or not you’re even loveable

a/n : ok but why this is request so fucking adorable ???? like the trope u put at the end makes me want to put my blood, sweat, and tears into this. UGHHHHH no matter who it's written, i'm gonna be 100% convinced it's not good enough because i love this prompt so insanely much

wc : 3.7k

you have been friends with the triplets for a few years now, and you all agreed to keep your face off of social media. it started when you jokingly voiced that you were a bit scared to be judged by the entire world. the triplets — mainly chris — took this seriously, though. they know how difficult it can be to have millions of eyes glued to you at all times. due to their awareness, nick suggested that you stayed off of their platforms to avoid any backlash that you're not ready for.

to be honest, at first you were a bit skeptical of his idea. i mean, you'd never had a ton of random people watching you like they always do. it seems easy enough, though. just make sure to keep your privacy hidden and don't do anything bad on camera. despite your questions, you agreed with nick's proposal. plus, the triplets are the experts here ; not you.

it's been three years since you guys came to this agreement. and it's been working out pretty well, frankly. nobody knows that you're friends with the triplets at all. nobody even has had the thought cross their mind. you're a random chick with a few hundred followers and they're famous youtubers with millions. no sane person would make that connection.

a year and a half ago, you and chris started dating. your relationship is the healthiest you've ever been in. he's caring, he listens when you talk, he hugs you a lot, he likes to compliment you, he buys 'just because' flowers.

you have had a past of toxic relationships. you told chris about them and he's been trying his hardest to heal the mental scars your exes have left behind. one of your past boyfriends was manipulative, another one was narcissistic, another was a proud cheater, and the last wasn't even present in your life.

"hey," you whisper into the darkness before you.

you're currently at the triplets' house, staying the night. nick texted you and asked if you wanted to have a sleepover — which you happily agreed to. you'd been watching a movie with nick in his room for the past hour or two, but he fell asleep a few minutes ago. you were on your way to sneak into chris's room when you heard someone rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.

overtaken by curiosity, you tip-toed down the hall to see who it was. you poked your head around the corner to make sure it wasn't an intruder. your nerves instantly calmed down at the sight of your boyfriend, hungrily searching for a midnight snack.

"hey," he answers, turning around to face you as you stand in the doorway, "why are you still up? it's late."

"i could ask you the same thing." you tell him with a light chuckle shaking your chest. you then walk into the kitchen and over to where chris stands in front of the pantry. he smiles down at you, causing your stomach to twist. its pretty crazy to think that you still get butterflies from him. most people say that you won't feel giddy forever, but you seem to have proven that theory to be incorrect. it's been nearly two years and you still get flustered when he smiles at you.

you lift your hands into the air before dramatically flopping down onto his chest. your wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shirt. he smells like home, a comforting scent that always makes you relax as it meets your nostrils. chris grins down at you before wrapping his arms around your torso, holding you by the waist lovingly.

"i'm assuming nick fell asleep?" he asks you.

not in the mood to open your mouth, you simply nod in response. he feels your head shift against his chest and he accepts the answer. normally, he teases you for being lazy. but chris loves it when you're sleepy like this. he loves seeing you all delirious and disoriented. teasing you would be like taunting a lost puppy — it's not right. morally.

"he always falls asleep when you guys watch movies together." chris says as though you didn't know that. "didn't he promise to stay awake this time? i thought you guys were planning to pull and all-nighter."

"that didn't happen." you say. your voice comes out muffled from his shirt presses to your face. "he pinky promised to stay awake, but fell asleep thirty minutes into the film we were watching. i stayed up and finished it, though."

"you finished it before or after you came to find me?" chris asks with a laugh. you just roll your eyes as a smile grazes your lips. he can feel the way your mouth pulls upward against his skin. knowing that you're smiling and he can't see it kinda pisses him off. your smile is his favorite thing in the whole world and he's missing it? that's completely unacceptable.

you yawn, blinking a few times to keep yourself from succumbing to slumber. chris notices your fatigue and asks if you're ready for bed. "yes, please!" you respond eagerly, excited to lay down with him and go to sleep in his arms. chris laughs at your excitement, honestly finding it adorable that you're so impatient to sleep.

the two of you walk back to his room together and you grin at the sight of his bed. you rush ahead of him and flop down onto the mattress. your face is pointed up at the ceiling as chris plops down next to you, looking at the ceiling as well.

"is this your equivalent to star gazing?" he asks you, knowing how obsessed you are with the thought of looking at stars together. it's something you've always begged him to do with you. but chris has refused. not because he doesn't want to, but because he wants to do it right. you're looking forward to doing this so bad that he refuses to settle for anything less than the absolute best.

he thinks the stars aren't bright enough in the city. he wants to bring you out to a field and look at them. but you still complain about it constantly — unaware of his little plan.

"yeah," you say with a groan, "since my boyfriend won't look at stars with me, i have to look at your popcorn ceiling instead. my standards have been lowered for you by a lot, i hope you know!"

chris laughs, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. he stays hovering over you before he whispers "soon, baby." against your skin. the feeling of his lips grazing your head tickles, making you giggle a little. chris's grin widens at the sound. he sits up and watches your giggles fade away, enjoying the bliss of seeing you smile like this.

"what?" you ask with a laugh, noticing the way your boyfriend is staring at you shamelessly.

"nothing." he replies with a shrug. "you're just so beautiful, i can't help but stare."

you look at him with nothing but admiration behind your gaze. it's truly surreal how far you've come in such a little amount of time. just a few years ago, you were in a toxic relationship with a guy who cheated on you with a different girl each night. and whenever you would confront him about it, he would turn it into an argument — which he would win every time. but now? now you're with chris. who is the literal epitome of perfection. you genuinely want to spend the rest of your life with him. nothing else matters but you two.

you and chris end the night in each other's arms. he holds your body against his side, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

the both of you find yourselves falling into an easy, dreamless slumber. this is your favorite place in the world — his arms. no matter what's wrong in your life, the feeling of security always patches every issue. regardless of how messy.

after a few hours of bliss, you jump awake at the sound of chris's bedroom door slamming open. the back of the door hits his wall, the sound of impact waking up chris as well. you feel his shift next to you, his arms still wrapped around your waist. you groan, not wanting to open your eyes.

suddenly, you hear chris gasp. then he pulls the blanket over your face, holding you against his chest protectively. of course, your mind jumps to the worst conclusion — someone broke in and you're all gonna die! you find out that this wasn't this case, though, when you hear chris's voice begin to scold his brother.

"nicolas!" chris shouts. the anger in his voice tells you that this is serious and you should stay out of it. "what the actual fuck are you thinking!?"

"i didn't know you guys were cuddling!" nick tries to defend himself. "if i'd known, i wouldn't have come in! you know i respect your decision to keep y/n hidden! why the hell would i ever do this on purpose!?"

"well where else would she be sleeping if she wasn't with you!?" chris argues back.

slowly, you peak your head out from under the blanket before cautiously asking, "what happened?"

"nick thought it'd be clever to start a live stream at eleven in the fucking morning! then, he had the bright idea to come in here and surprise us!" chris explains, still very very pissed off. "and of course he didn't think to knock like a normal person. he instead took it upon himself to walk right on in and record us!"

"i thought it was just chris!" nick says, stuffing his phone in his pocket now that he's ended the live. "i don't even know if anyone saw her. maybe they missed it and we can just say that it was matt?"

"why the fuck would i be snuggling matt?"

you laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "chris, lets be real. you cuddle your brother more than your girlfriend."

"i love you," chris says softly, "but it's now is not the time for jokes. this could be a huge fucking problem."

"okay, i'm sorry." you're quick to apologize, stretching up to press a kiss to his cheek before gently whispering, "i love you too." against skin.

you notice nick slowly back out of chris's room, not wanting to be around if chris decides to get angry again. you glance up at your boyfriend only to see that he's already staring at nick's departing form. chris is obviously still angry, but he doesn't seem to care enough to argue with his brother again. so he lets nick leave without giving him a hard time.

once nick is completely out of the room, you hear chris sigh. like it's a pained, saddened sigh that makes you want to cry for him. you look up to meet his worried eyes already glancing down at you.

"hey," you whisper, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. "it'll be okay. we'll work it out like we always do." chris smiles at this before leaning down to press a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. you kiss him back before giggling and grimacing away from it. "i have horrid morning breath. let me brush my teeth before you kiss me."

you begin to move around toward the edge of the bed, aiming to leave and brush your teeth so you can start the day. before you can even make it to the side of the mattress, you feel chris's arms wrap around your torso and pull your body backward against his chest.

"i don't care about your breath," he tells you, "i just want you to stay with me a while longer. brush your teeth later."

you chuckle, "that's so nasty."

"pleeeease," he begs, tightening his grip around you, pulling your body firmly against his own. "stay with me, baby."

chris know how you feel about pet names. you hate them. they make you cringe. but when he whispers it against the back of your neck and you feel his breath against the hairs of your skin, you can't help the butterflies that swarm your stomach. you instantly give in and twist around to hug him.

"okay. i'll stay." you inform him, returning to the position you guys were in while sleeping. you shut your eyes before continuing. "but don't ever call me baby again."

"why not?" chris asks, clearly upset. "i could tell you liked it by the way you gave in so quickly. why can't i call you a nickname every once in a while. i think they're cute."

you groan, "i'm sleepy. let's talk about this later."

chris agrees and you both fall back asleep, enjoying the comfort of being in each other's arms. you know that no matter what happens with the media seeing your face, you'll always have chris by your side. nothing else is important as long as he is next to you.

the next time you wake up, it's bright outside.

you're no longer in chris's arms with him spooning you. you're now laying diagonally across the bed with your head in his lap as he scrolls through his phone. you blink a few times to let your eyes focus to the light of the room.

"mornin' baby." he says, quickly shutting off his phone and hiding it under his leg.

the action of him hiding his phone is enough to distract you from the use of the pet name. you raise a brow at his behavior, growing a bit concerned. you trust chris more than anything, but considering your history with cheaters, you can't help the annoyance that resides in your gut.

"what were you looking at, hm?" you ask him, trying not to be rude or anything. you want to stay calm with him because it's probably nothing.

"nothing, babe."

again, you ignore the nickname and focus on his suspicious demeanor. you thin your eyes at him, trying to read his body language. but it's difficult. he doesn't seem like he was texting some random chick, but why else would he hide his phone from you? you guys always share everything because he knows how you can get with this sort of thing.

curiosity overtaking your mind, you reach over and snatch his phone out from under his leg. chris opens his mouth to argue, but doesn't do anything to stop you from opening it and going to his recently opened app.

he was on tiktok, scrolling through the comments of some random fan page. you shoot chris a weird look before reading a few of them, your heart dropping to your ass from a mix of embarrassment and shame.

"did y'all see nick's live this morning?"

"who tf was that girl w chris? lmao she's not even pretty 💀"

"i found the chick's insta and she's apparently been in some rly shitty relationships. i mean lets be real. chris has never seriously dated anyone but this girl has been cheated on, manipulated, and abused? there's a clear denominator here. she's def done smth to cause that (for attention i'm guessing) "

"guys chris won't stay w her for long anyway after he finds out ab her ugly history!"

you read through the comments with an expression of pure disgust. how the fuck are these people going to sit here and talk bad about you when you've never even shown your face on the triplets channel? it's completely unfair.

you look at chris, but he's looking away. you wonder why he hasn't defended you on this. also, he was reading these people's opinions with a straight face. you begin to worry if he believes what they're saying. you glance back down at his screen, reading the third comment over and over.

there's a clear denominator here they had said. i mean, they're not necessarily wrong about that. you've been in bad relationships whereas chris has never dated anyone for a long period of time. in this light, of course you look like the bad guy. you can't technically blame their fans for judging you. you're easy to judge.

tears begin to prick your eye and you hand chris back his phone before wordlessly standing up from the bed and leaving his room. not once did he try to stop you or ask you to stay with him. you walk down the triplets' hallway and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

you hold your face in your hands and try your hardest not to start crying over a bunch of teenagers talking shit on your name. but you can't help the intense weight on your chest and the lump in your throat.

to be honest, you don't give a shit about their insults. what you care about is the fact that they're right. you don't deserve someone like chris. he's so sweet and kind and understanding while you're irritable and skeptical of every little thing he does. you've done nothing to earn someone like him. maybe you have only ever been in toxic situations because that's what you deserve.

before you can stop them, tears begin to pour from your eyes. your cheeks become soaked with your pain. your entire body trembles as you sob into your hands, making it harder and harder to breathe correctly.

you love chris. you love him more than anything. you want to share the rest of your life with him. but you don't want to make him settle for less — the less in this case being your relationship. he deserves someone better. someone who won't snatch his phone from him when he's only trying to protect you from pain. someone who will let him call you pentanes because he loves them. someone who will be better. someone who's not you.

suddenly, you hear a knock at the door.

already knowing who it is, you tell chris to go away. your voice comes out shaky and hoarse, making it incredibly easy to know you'd been crying. the tone practically screams at him, saying that you're upset over something he tried to save you from in the first place.

"will you please let me in, baby?" chris asks. his voice is soft and gentle. you're suddenly craving the feeling of being in his arms. the feeling of being loved. the feeling of having him comfort you.

the greedy emotions you feel paired with the nickname makes it impossible to not open the door for him. you shuffle over to the door and let him in. you sit back down on the toilet seat, keeping your head downcast the whole time as to not see his face or show your tears.

you stare at the floor, watching his feet pad across the tiled floor before he stops in front of you. he drops to his knees so his face is in line with yours. you quickly turn away and stare at the shower curtain, letting your hair to cover your puffy eyes.

chris sighs before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. he lifts his other hand to your hair, tucking it behind your ears so he can admire every inch of your beauty with no veil to cover the rawness of it. he lets out a shaky exhale, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. all the while, you keep your eyes pinned to his face. you watch every single movement he makes, knowing that you don't deserve any of the kindness he's offering you.

knowing that this relationship will not last forever, you begin to cry again. you lean forward and rest your forehead against chris's shoulder, allowing tears to pool from your eyes as he rubs a hand up and down your back.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he asks with his voice in a whisper. "i wanna know what you're thinking so i can tell you how irrational it is."

you laugh at him, but it just causes you to let out a choked sob. his humor is your favorite part about him. the fact that chris can make you laugh in any given situation is what you adore most. hearing him do it while you're thinking of how to break the news that you're leaving him so he can find someone better? this is gut wrenching.

"i love you." you tell him. "so, so fucking much."

"i love you too." he replies easily, not thinking anything of the fact that you're telling him this right now. but when you continue, chris begins to put the pieces together and he starts vigorously shaking his head in refusal.

"these past two years have been the best of my whole life," you tell him with a wavering voice. "but you deserve better. you deserve the world. and i can't offer that to you, chris."

"i don't want the fucking world." he says, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you to be in front of him to look you in the eyes. "i want you and only you."

"but-"

"no." he interrupts. "i don't give a single fuck what anyone else thinks. and i'm sorry, but i don't even really care what you think right now. because you're all wrong. i belong with you and i don't want anyone else even if i was paid a million dollars."

you stare at him with wide eyes, your dried tears still adorning your skin. the would could be ending outside, and you would stay in this bathroom and continue to stare at chris. his eyes are so gorgeously blue that you find yourself getting lost in them.

if you guys get married and live the rest of your lives together, your bodies will change. your skin will wrinkle. your hair will grey. your lips will thin. your hands will shake. your back will hunch. nothing about your appearance is permanent. nothing except the eyes. the shade, the hue, and the iris will all stay the same until they close for the last time. and you can't wait to look into chris's eyes for the rest of your life.

"i think you would be crazy to reject a million dollars for me." you tell him with a little giggle, wiping at your cheeks to rid them of the leftover tears.

chris's heart flutters at the sight of your smile, "there she is."

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[elementalalien27]

My MCR5 theory from like July when The Paper Kingdom leak happened

I wrote this when I was half asleep so PLEASE don’t take ANY of this seriously man this is the oddest thing I’ve ever wrote-

~~~

I highlighted and bolded some key information for the fellow skimmers. Also I tried to fix my grammer 4 the most part in this post bcuz this is REAL important.

Firstly, this leak is all so random. I mean, Excalibur has been posting (and I quote;) “leaks” for years now, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually had the songs and kept it for himself or (ALLEGEDLY) sold them for money. But no source seems to claim that he actually had the full tracks.

Perhaps he just had those clips he posted to lead everyone on? I’m not too sure. But, if he were to upload the full track “Witch”, he would’ve surely done it under his name, judging by how self respecting this guy seems.

Sadly I didn’t find any info on this ATTAM guy yet, so I’m completely clueless there. My bad. If you know anything about this ATTAM figure (whom I remember hearing only a bit about) that may be important to this theory, plz message me and I'll update this or post something new.

The second thing I have is with the uploader, ReasonableRadish5791. That username is quirky; it’s as if Gerard came up with it. And it’s not like Gerard doesn’t know how to use Reddit, he’s used it multiple times over the past decade for QNA and all that razzmatazz.

And I know, you’re probably like “Asher, why the fuck are you accusing this random stranger on the internet to be Gerard??”, but hear me out.

After stalking their account (I’m sorry btw), I found out that this account was made on July 1st, which was three days before the leak. Isn’t that weird?? It seems like this whole account was made on a whim with the sole purpose of uploading this unreleased / deleted track somewhere it wouldn’t get copyrighted down.

That’s so incredibly odd.. the fact that they seem to know the lyrics too drives me insane. Also, the only other things they’ve done on this account (so far) was post like two things about Hesitant Alien's unseen merch maybe two or so days before they leaked the track, I don’t even know - but then how would they have those too?? They have to have at least SOME relation to Gerard.

That means whoever this person is, is trying to seem less suspicious by having posted two things before the big leak.

That leaves me to further believe that this is one of the members; most likely Frank or Gerard.

Frank because he’s a little gremlin, that dude is literally on the FBI watchlist for Christ’s sake. And Gerard because he confirmed knows how to use Reddit and that witty username, along with the Hesitant Alien posts. Or it could be Frank going undercover as Gerard? Or perhaps them together, knowing how Frank is (I’d assume) staying over at G’s as of right now? The possibilities are endless, as of right now.

The third this is that if it actually WAS some random dude on the internet who somehow managed to get this leak in this scenario, wouldn’t they’ve cleared all this suspicion up already?? You know, like “*so and so* gave me this link and I decided to make this account and upload it bcuz I find this very interesting and Warner is really keen on taking it down on every other sharing platform so Reddit is my final hope to share this neat thing I got my hands on with all you guys” or something like that? They could’ve just done that and as I said earlier, straight up cleared things up.

But they didn’t.

We don’t know this guy. That fact interests me the most. Who is behind that screen? How do they have this access? Who truly are they??? It’s driving me absolutely insane.

And lets say this little teenage piece of emo trash’s theory is somehow correct, what would be the purpose of this leak? This is a deleted album from over a decade ago that all the band members agreed to feeling uncomfortable with the topic, and came to terms of scrapping it for good. Why bring it up again? There’s only one knowledgeable explanation; MCR5.

The band wants - no, NEEDS - to catch our attention in some way, shape, or form. What better way is that then to randomly post songs that weren’t fortunate enough to see the light of day under a secret identity? It all makes sense if you think about it.

They will - and have - successfully catch our attention with those leaks, all as a plan to suddenly (when the time is right) release new songs and most importantly, the long awaited fifth album! And following my later 2 year theory, I wouldn’t be too surprised. Though, I’m honestly shocked that all this is happening, as nothing as big as this happened in 2023. I mean, I didn’t have Tumblr at the time so idk if I missed anything (I probably did but still), but I’m almost 100% certain that this is the biggest thing that happened in the MCRmy since Foundations, Cheerleader Gerard, WWWY 2024, and (I know this isn’t that important but it’s still important) the L.S. Dunes AI drama.

But back to MCR5, all what I know right now is that Mikey is in LA and so is Frank (I dunno about Ray since he’s very private on Social media and I didn’t check yet- 😭), Mikey liked one of Bex’s videos about MCR5 on Insta, Mikey is back in the studio, Frank is presumably chilling at G’s house, Rich G clearly knows something that we don’t, and so does the drummer (I forgot his name sorryyyyy-), Frankie’s fortune cookies post, and probably some more - it’s safe to say that something is definitely up; and my Emo Senses are tingling at an all time high. All of this is heightening my suspicion, it’s kinda starting to make sense in my head.

The fact that the band hasn't yet made a message responding to the situation yet is also oddly suspicious. I kid you not, this leak may actually go into MCR history, and (assuming it's a scandal that they had nothing to do with) they don't say anything?

They would've definitely said something if this wasn't their doing, judging by all the attention it's gathering online.

Now, I don’t really consider myself a full ass MCR CONSPIRACIST, I’m not pulling up the tinfoil hats or anything - and I don’t ever plan to since I’m just doing this bcuz I’m bored - but you have to be honest with me. Something is certainly fishy. Something is happening behind the scenes, and as the secretive and cryptic dorks they are, they’re not letting us know anything. It's up to the chosen Killjoys to crack the codes.

But reminder, I could also be wrong. That ReasonableRadish5791 character could actually be some random dude just chilling on the internet. I could just be overanalysing like the little autistic geek I am. But this seems all too related to be just some random instance.. all of Excalibur’s stuff has watermarks; how is it though that this one suddenly doesn’t? Again, all too coincidental and somewhat staged to be brushed off as some random leak..

If you’re still here, thank you for listening to this little emo teen currently on summer break rant about something as stupid as MCR5 at fucking 12am. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments or message me if you find out anything new.

Thank you :]

~~~

Okay here it is 😭 I am a changed person I will take this down later plz don’t hold this against me

[intotherumiverse]

Heya! If it's not a bother, could you write the Blue Lock Boys with a extremely pretty/beautiful/handsome s/o?

★ ૮₍ ≧ . ≦ ₎ა 𝗦𝗢 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 !!

ღ. synopsis ; you’re too pretty for your good. ღ. featuring ; nagi , chigiri , barou , shidou , reo ღ. cw ; slight angst in reo’s part, overall fluff. ღ. notes ; my new formatting >>> also this is the first post of the 2023 mannn ღ. reader ; gender nuetral

nagi

he can’t understand why you’re so pretty 

he loved staring at you 

everything you do is just so breathtaking to him he doesn’t understand how he got so lucky. 

 he has a whole album dedicated to you (it’s private and hidden)

he usually so chill and nonchalant about everything but when it comes to you it’s like he’s losing his mind. 

when he has trouble sleeping at night he’ll watch you sleep, thinking to himself “how the fuck did I get so lucky”

his favorite nickname for you is my pretty. 

he just loves teeling you how good you look at all times of the day

“you know you’re like really pretty right?” nagi’s soft voice permeates through the room. it was one of those late nights, when neither of you could sleep so you were just talking to each other about anything and everything. there was a small lull in the conversation so nagi chose that moment to speak. 

“I don’t understand it. even doing the smallest things makes you so... so fuckin’ pretty. how do you do that?” 

“ ‘m just myself sei, nothing more.”

with that nagi wraps his long body around yours, curling into you. kissing the top of your head he whispers,

“never change that.”

shidou

he’s so upfront with it, it’s insane 

everywhere the two of you go he’s taking 5 million photos to show off to every social media platform he has. 

if you scroll through his instagram it’s just thousand of photos of his pretty partner. 

he’ll announce himself as (y/n)’s boyfriend

he loves knowing that you’re his. his chest will puff out a bit when he hears you talking about him. 

he’s like “yeah that’s me” 

gets extremely jealous whenever he sees someone eyeing you for a bit too long for his liking.

he’s like a feral cat, over protective of what’s his. 

“back the fuck off my partner.” 

“ryu he’s giving me my drink.” 

"oh”

it was like this every time you went out.

barou

stotic king.

he don’t know what to do in the face of your beauty. 

you can always catch him staring at you, just in awe

the first time he asked you out, his eyes almost fell out of his head when he saw you 

you’re just so???? fucking pretty??? 

he doesn’t understand how he could be with someone that looks like you for real

his ego grows 100x bigger because out of all the people in the world, you chose him

wants the best for you. always 

he’s always at the store looking for stuff to help you 

he always facetimes you though because he get confused at all the products and need your help 

“is this the cleansing mask?” 

“no love that’s the pore shrinking mask. why don’t you ask a employee to help you?” 

“no. those dickheads won’t be able to help me. plus you got the best boyfriend in the world, why would you need anyone else to help you?” 

you knew there was no reasoning with your boyfriend when he got like this, so you got settled in for spending the next couple of hours explaining to your boyfriend what the difference between all these products was.

chigiri

also in awe of your beauty 

you always call him pretty boy  but he feels like he should be the one calling you pretty

always helps you with whatever you want to do with your hair

hair is the only thing he knows  

always looking for new inspiration for you

he’ll spend hours helping you choose a look 

and he takes that job very seriously 

“bae i found this new hairstyle but i don’t know if it’ll fit you” chigiri says walking up to where you sat on the couch. every couple of days, he’d come in all excited to tell you about a new hairstyle he saw online. he was so dedicated to helping you feel pretty it was insane.

“let’s see pretty boy.” 

“I should be calling you pretty. just look at you” 

chigiri places a kiss on your lips. you were just like a deity, he loves you so much

reo

he’s spending the money.

to keep up your appearances he’d do anything for you

he’s like a small puppy, always wanting to know what you do during the day 

he’s buying you whatever you need. 

if your favorite shampoo is finished there’s five more before you even realize it. 

he going to hair appointments with you.

he hates that other people perceive your beauty as much as he does. 

but you reassuring him that you’re not going anywhere.

poor baby 

“baby you can’t keep sulking like you are.” 

“but he called you pretty. I’m the only one that can do that.” reo pouts curling into himself. he never expected to have these feelings when he got into a relationship with you, but now it seems like everything is trying to take you away from him. 

“baby don’t be like that. I’m with you, and only you. you’re the one i’m dating and no one else. okay?”

“promise?”

“promise.”

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Fluent Freshman - Part 24

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“What do you MEAN Smithy is in the hospital with a stab wound to his stomach?!” Nicky’s own voice is agony for his hangover but honestly, how the fuck else was he supposed to respond when he had asked Andrew where FF was and gotten that as a response.

“Calm down.” Andrew says and he looks tired, looks stressed, and maybe even just…a touch nervous?

Nicky isn’t as good as Neil at reading Andrew Minyard. He doesn’t think anyone will ever be as fluent in the language of Andrew Minyard as Neil Josten but Nicky has picked up some key phrases.

He can see when he’s making a joke that is a step too far. He can see when his cousin wants to kiss Neil but is holding back. He can see when his cousin is stressed.

He can see a guilty curve to Andrew’s spine.

“Andrew, answer me honestly, did you stab my sweet baby freshman?” Nicky asks and he’s not sure if the nausea he feels anymore is from horror or from the sheer number of drinks he had put in his system the night before.

Roland usually cuts him off before he gets this level.

Roland also has a habit of pouring heavier when he’s stressed.

Roland also also tends to make complicated fruity drinks that Nicky likes when he’s stressed.

Andrew’s jaw tenses but it’s Neil who speaks up, “It was an accident. It happened during a fight.” Neil says and Nicky throws his hands up in the air.

“You got into a FIGHT with my sweet baby freshman? Sweet little Smithy? The boy who made brownies that made me feel kinda straight for a dead woman?!” Nicky exclaims and sees Andrew and Neil open their mouths to say something but, “I promised him that if he wanted I’d get him something hard that’d mess his GUTS up but this isn’t what I MEANT.” He lets himself collapse dramatically over the table.

“Nicky, shut up!” Kevin hisses from his spot on the couch.

“When the fuck did Kevin get here?!” Because seriously, how fucked up was Nicky last night that he doesn’t remember Kevin coming on this Columbia trip? Where’d he sit? He couldn’t really remember coming over after Thanksgiving. Had Andrew put Kevin in the trunk? Had Andrew put Nicky in the trunk?

“He came with Wymack.” Neil cut in before Nicky started testing reality. “Wymack is at the hospital since he’s…uh…he’s the…”

“Medical Power of Attorney” Andrew answers.

“Yes! Thank you, the Medical power of attorney for Smith. He needed surgery and Wymack wanted to be nearby in case he had to make any pressing decisions.” Neil explains and yeah that tracks, he knows a little bit about FF’s family and knows that aside from his grandma on his dad’s side the rest can go take a long walk off a short volcano observation platform

“Okay, that explains why Kevin is here….how?! Despite all of the unwarranted advice, Kevin is not a medical professional.” Nicky says before turning to Kevin, “So Kevin, what insane Exy-related reason are you here? Don’t lie and say it’s because you want to sign the get well soon card.” He hisses.

“Fuck you!” Kevin spits, “I need to know how long Smiths is going to be out of commission and what his PT is going to look like. He was supposed to be starting during the spring season.” Kevin growls.

“There it is!” Nicky throws up his hands.

“Nicky, just calm down!” Neil pleads.

“How can I stay calm? Andrew stabbed Smithy! So not only is my favorite freshman in the hospital Andrew’s going to end up back on those god forsaken meds again!” Nicky shouts and buries his face in his hands.

“Smith isn’t going to say that.” Andrew’s voice is calm but Nicky can hear the slight edge.

“Oh yeah?” Nicky asks because he could see FF promising to never mention who stabbed him if Andrew would just spare his life. FF was going to be even MORE of a disaster when it came to his anxiety around Andrew. Nicky wouldn’t be surprised if his friend just straight up dropped out after this. His cousin is safe but he’s absolutely going to lose his friend.

“Because he’s saying Romero Malcolm stabbed him.” Andrew finishes.

Nicky sits up.

“Wait, what?” Nicky asks.

“Last night Romero Malcolm was at Eden’s.” Neil says voice even in a way that lets Nicky know that he’s trying to stay calm, “Smith recognized him, heard he wanted to grab,” Neil swallows thickly, “…grab one of my friends and saw them looking at…” Neil trails off and looks to Andrew who shakes his head, “…around for someone to grab.” Neil seems to decide and Nicky knows when something is being hidden from him but he’s more interested in the story than what Neil is hiding at the moment, “He got Romero’s attention so that he wouldn’t do anything bad in Eden’s and let Roland know to call help. He went out alone into the alley but Romero didn’t follow him.” Neil explains.

“Oh thank god.” Nicky sighs.

“Because he’d alerted Jackson Plank was lying in wait to ambush him.” Neil continues.

“Oh dear god.” Nicky exclaims.

“He uh…” Neil looks to Andrew who shakes his head again, “okay we don’t know exactly HOW Smith managed to do it but he beat Jackson up pretty bad.” Neil explains.

Nicky feels his brain stop working.

He has watched FF trip over his own feet, walk into four different trees, and almost sprain his ankle walking across a flat surface. He knows FF has been watching self-defense videos and had even gotten some pointers from Matt but even Matt had told him his better bet was probably just to yell “WOW WHAT’S THAT OVER THERE?!”, point behind the attacker, and run as fast as humanly possible away from a fight.

Neil is still talking.

Nicky boots back up quickly.

“…a gun. He tackled Romero into Andrew and Andrew’s knife ended up in Smith’s stomach on accident while they were wrestling for the gun. Smith is the one who said he’s going to tell everyone who asks that it was Romero. He even said it to me.” Neil says with an awkward laugh.

“And you believed him.” Andrew says and there’s warmth in his cousin’s eyes as he looks at Neil and teases him.

“And I believed him.” Neil confirms.

“Okay, so you swear to me that you did not INTENTIONALLY stab my BFF?” Nicky asks looking at Andrew seriously.

“BFF, seriously?” Kevin asks.

“Best Freshman Friend.” Nicky answers quickly, “Don’t worry Kevin, you lose out to Matt in all regards for my Best Senior Friend.” He says.

Kevin just flips him off but Nicky turns his attention back to Andrew, “Andrew, I need to hear it.” He says .

“I did not intentionally stab Smith.” Andrew confirms.

Nicky lets the horrified nausea leave him with only his hangover nausea.

“Okay, we can work with that.”  Nicky leans back. “Have you heard from that Agent?” he asks looking at Neil.

Neil nods but then looks nervous and shoots a look towards Kevin, “The FBI is sending Browning and a field office agent to talk with us but…Ichirou also contacted me.” He says and Nicky watches as Kevin perks up.

“He did?!” Kevin squawks looking around like he expected the head of the Moriyama family to appear from the shadows.

“He wants to make sure we do our part to keep the Moriyama name out of this. He is going to deal with Romero and Jackson himself.” Neil says looking nervous.

Nicky clenches his eyes shut, “Well you’re not going to mention them right?” he hears Kevin ask.

“Of course not Kevin.” Nicky hears Andrew hiss.

“Good.” Kevin says.

There’s silence in the wake of Neil’s statement.

Nicky takes a deep breath and wishes his head was a little less agonizing. “Why aren’t we at the hospital to see Smithy?” he asks because he has nothing he can do about Ichirou so he may as well put it out of his mind.

There is some grumbling.

“Wymack said that he’ll just make us sit in the waiting room without any updates.” Neil says. “We’re picking up Smith’s grandma from the airport and she’s our ticket to getting an actual update beyond ‘not dead yet’ from Wymack.” He adds.

“What, you really can’t get updates without Wymack?” Nicky asks.

Andrew looks at Nicky and Nicky can’t read a single thing his cousin is thinking.

“What’s Smith’s first name Nicky.” Andrew asks.

“Oh God fucking Dammit.” Nicky’s head hurts too bad for this.

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[yankpop]

Yandere Taehyung (BTS): He wants a big family

Summary: Your kidnapper has ambicious plans for the two of you.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this, no minors are allowed. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

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All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Kidnapping/captivity situation; mentioned future forced marriage and forced pregnancy; breeding kink.

AN: Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

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“And then, once we’re properly married, we’re gonna start trying for babies right away.” Taehyung declares, his deep voice breaking off with the amount of excitement he has while his eyes shine with delirious insanity. It makes your heart paralyze with fear, your tied hands curling into a ball. Why was this happening to you? You didn’t even know the guy.

“We’re gonna have so many babies! I’m always gonna keep you full of my babies and we’re gonna have a big family.” he gushes over his plans, his hand coming over to rub your curled fist as he presses his warm lips to the skin, making your stomach turn with disgust.

A sickened expression appears on your face before you can stop yourself. Your nose wrinkles with repulsion as you look at the crazy man in front of you.

His eyes immediately catch up to your hostile reaction, his whole expression darkening, the previously wide smile dropping to a thin line. The abrupt change scares you to your core, a bad feeling taking over you.

His large hand comes to roughly grab your jaw, his face coming impossibly closer to your own. The sudden proximity makes you hold your breath, not daring to even breath so close to him. His face no longer contains any traces of happiness, but instead flooding with striking anger.

“You better tone down that attitude of yours, honey. I’m only gonna tolerate it until the kids start arriving and I’m not letting their mom be an absolute brat just because she wants to.” His voice is dangerously low, a tinge of impatience showing off.

You can’t stop the tears from burning your eyes, as his words intensify your fear for him. He lets out a frustrated growl. His hand squeezes your jaw harder, making you wince. His dark eyes hold out an implicit warning.

“Don’t zone out now, I need you to fucking understand every word I say.” he asserts, his voice a bit louder this time, prompting you to listen to him.

“Your days of being an ignorant brat are over cause you’re mine now. And you’re gonna do as I say so, otherwise there will be consequences that, trust me, you won’t like a bit.” he concludes, releasing your jaw and walking away to the bed, sitting on its edge.

You repeatedly blink your eyes, swallowing to ease the knot in your throat. You don’t dare to look in his direction, scared of making him angry even more.

Your mind is racing through so many thoughts, yet they all share the same intent. That you need to get away from him. You need to run away and hide in some place that he can never find you.

The only problem is that it’s impossible to do so.

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[kurocatsstuff]

9:06 ¿ : mahou shojo's dedication (magical girl's dedication)

genre : harbinger! Scara x magical girl reader, female reader, suicidal thoughts, sensitive topics, death, violence, trauma, swearing, and love

note : CHAPTER TWO?! IS THAT YOU 😨😨 btw please read chapter one if you haven’t!! And I’ll be posting chapter three soon since I feel as if this is too short. Also kinda bad :((

extra information : your transformation :

You un-summoned your spear as a way of saying that you weren’t going to hurt him. Looking at him with attentive eyes as he had asked “If you’re trying to kill me then at least kill me in a place my eyes can comprehend!” He said in an irritated tone, looking at you with a deep stare.. he had no weapon on him and only a ‘electro vision’.. so why was something seriously wrong with him and his big hat..?

The man looked down at you with empty eyes before speaking, his tone harsh and cold. “Go on, tell me.. why are we on some type of corrupt beach.” You looked back up at him awkwardly before explaining what this place was - a witch’s labyrinth, and how he had gotten here.. in response he just looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Do you really expect me to believe that insane idea?” He looked at you before grabbing you by the collar as he tightened his grip, choking you as he scoffed. “Alright then, I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me what this place really is. Now or never, hurry it.” You couldn’t help it, the shock of it all.. your eyes wide as you stared at him. Was he really threatening to kill you..? And with no weapons, how was he gonna kill you anyway..? Even if you were probably his only chance at getting out of here? He didn’t even know what this place was for gods sake!

He suddenly slapped your face as he dropped your collar, you grunted at the impact of falling onto the floor as he mercilessly stepped on your stomach.. letting out a choked scream you looked up at him in shock, his elegant features betraying his actions.. what’s wrong with him..?

“I-I’m not fucking lying! Let go of me!” You yelled in response before he put more pressure on your stomach. “..you don’t even know what this place is..! I’m your last chance of getting out of here so—“ your words were cut off as he kicked you off to the side.. you coughed out some blood.. “I’ll find my own way out of here.” What? Was he really that arrogant? Even with what he had did to you, you couldn’t just let some dude die.. well, maybe you can..

He had started to walk away from you as he disappeared from your sight.. staring at him as he walked off you couldn’t help but think about what would happen to him.. might as well finish the witch off, quickly at that. Honestly he seemed too stubborn to listen.

You got up, taking a long moment to breathe and comprehend what had just happened before quickly making it deeper into the labyrinth, bumping into some of the witch’s familiars on the way, you held your hand on your spear as you summoned an avalanche on them before moving on with your path as you had finally found the witch.. a mermaid like being, you quickly lunged forward towards the witch as you began your attacks, stabbing the witch in the eye it let out somewhat of a strangled screech before it began to attack you back, its tail slamming in the floor causing you to lose balance as the ground shook beneath it, as you made your way above it, making a platform with ice you summoned a iceberg on top of the witch as your final move.

The labyrinth cracked somewhat like glass shattering as you made it to the real world.. Teyvat, yet the man you had seen earlier wasn’t there anymore.. maybe you’ll cross paths again but you weren’t sure.

Maybe, just maybe…

“Oh? So you’re telling me you made it to some strange beach while looking for some strange looking cat? How absurd..” the masked man mumbled, his blue hair swaying as he examined a container full of purple liquid.. a sly grin was plastered on The Doctor’s face as he turned towards the shorter man. “Do you also need medicine? You must be hallucinating—“ the man was quickly cut off as Scaramouche snapped at him.

“You must be crazy if you think I’ll take anything from you if it’s not for my goal.” Scaramouche leaned back on a wall as he groaned. “And I’m not hallucinating, I’m perfectly sane.. but surely you’re not.” Scaramouche retorted as Dottore just chuckled. The shorter man groaned before sitting on a table nearby, running a hand through his hair as he thought.. maybe they’ll meet once more, who knows.

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[dotsartspot]

Aight maybe an unpopular opinion but i have to say it bc i feel like i’m going insane??? I just don’t understand why people are so insistent on seeing this season as a black and white scenario in regards to TRG and especially Kipperlily.

First of all I have zero beef with this season. Dimension 20 has never once claimed to be on the same level of narrative seriousness as a show like Critical Role. D20 is a full comedy show on a streaming platform that posts almost exclusively comedic content. I get that people are disappointed and I understand why and it’s fair but it also just seems a little… i guess odd is the word I’ll use, to be so upset about feeling like the message fell flat or that the bad kids were rewarded for being assholes or what have you when Dimension 20, first and foremost, is a comedy show done by professional improv comedians. These comedians have also fully stated on record that emotionally heavy seasons are really rough for them. That’s the whole reason why they haven’t done a second Crown of Candy with the full cast of Intrepid Heroes. Their lack of making this season super emotionally impactful is probably simply bc despite the overarching message that was setup, they didn’t WANT it to be more serious than that.

And the second issue I have with complaints i’m seeing is the way people are coddling Kipperlily. I get she was manipulated I get that it’s tragic its part of why her character is so good but also hey guys can we please stop pretending like the kid who willingly became a pawn of a man trying to become a war god is fully innocent in her own downfall? Can we stop pretending like emotional distress, especially when it’s fueled by so much bitter jealousy towards someone who has truly done nothing to you, is any sort of justification for her actions? She’s the only one who joined them willingly. I’m not saying she wasn’t manipulated and that her story isn’t tragic but she wasn’t a GOOD person. She was a fucked up teenager who decided her sadness was more important than everyone else in the world and then actively aided a plan that would cause direct harm to innocent people who did not affect her in the slightest. Redemption is real and second chances are worth giving but not everyone is worth giving it to and i know some people think that’s such an awful thing to say but as much as they think it’s so awful that doesn’t stop it from being true. EVERYONE has their battles. EVERYONE is messed up in some way shape or form, that’s just the reality of the world. But not everyone who has trauma is an asshole. Because despite whatever pain you may have, you yourself ultimately decide what you’re going to do with it and how you’ll respond to your own ugly negativity towards others. And imho people who choose to take their pain and wield it as a weapon against people who have done nothing wrong are not always worth talking off the ledge. Sometimes these people don’t WANT to be better, they just want their behavior to be justified. Sometimes they take your attempts to reach out a hand to try to drown you instead, or just fully drown you with them. Sometimes people aren’t willing to put in the work to make themselves better, and you can extend all the hands in the world but if that person does not WANT to get better, they simply never will.

[hyperazraphael]

So I had a FUN LITTLE DISCOVERY about Facebook today!

So today I decided to go ahead and private as much as my Facebook as possible. Why? Because the less I have to interact with it, the better. Literally the only reason I don't delete it is because I use it to keep in contact with my D&D group who won't use Discord for some cursed reason and I do have some old memories on there with a couple of friends that are nostalgic. And while I was referring to an article which had some steps for how to do so, I came across this little gem:

To which I said, "What do you mean OFF Facebook activity??? What OFF Facebook activity would FACEBOOK be tracking???" So I followed those steps and went in there and pulled up the list of information it had stored and LO and fucking behold! Apparently Facebook has been tracking a BUNCH of shit that I've been doing online EVEN though my Facebook is registered with my old-ass hotmail account and almost everything I do online is through my modern gmail. Also, I VERY INTENTIONALLY don't have FB installed on my phone, so it is VERY much separated from anything I do. And not just my searches, oh no no. It has been monitoring a WHOLE BUNCH of fun stuff including tracking my doordash orders, etsy orders and searches, shopping on zenintcg, the fact that we have insurance through Allstate, even my old fucking HINGE dating profile which I haven't even USED since like 2018 but apparently they've been getting updates on as recently as last year.

Seriously the ONLY thing Facebook should know about on this list is Grand Summoners, because it used to use FB to log in. NOTHING ELSE had anything to do with my hotmail, or FB. This is all information that FB obtained independently without my consent.

SO THAT'S FAN-TUCKING-FASTIC. I'm just... such a fan of that!

So for any of y'all who you know, DON'T want this corporation who is known for mishandling and selling user information to have information that it obtained about you without your consent outside of its platform, I suggest you follow those steps above to disable that. Currently it takes you to a secondary page where you you will need to follow these additional steps to Disconnect from Future Activity:

So yeah maybe spread the word because this is sure news to me and BOY AM I PISSED. Like I expect this from Google. Google tracking my searches or whatever makes sense in a hell on earth capitalist society way. Amazon tracking what you search on Alexa (or say within the same room as Alexa), sure. But Facebook finding my information even though it's associated with a different email address and not through its platform? THAT is just insane and malicious to me. I feel like a tin hat lunatic that's like "the social media's secretly trackin' me and stealin' my information!" except this time they actually ARE.

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: "Julith et Jahash" - Part 3

"A huge peasant from Bonta?" Their first meeting is so romantic and her first impression of him is so beautiful.

2 seconds have passed and she is trying to kill him by throwing him off a flying platform.

This is off-topic, but I like to think that Jahash and Julith were "opposites attract" in regard to everything: like, personally, I like to think she comes from a wealthy family that didn't care about her, just her success, — and that she was a gifted huppermage kid. The opposite in every way to Jahash (save for the canonical bisexuality they share).

I make myself emotional a lot, thinking of the ways these two are similar to their son, thinking of the ways Bakara is similar to their son, etc, etc... What if Julith was a perfectionist too...

There are also huppermages from these places specifically, — and interestingly enough, there are only three Brakmarians. Considering the seemingly random way contestants are chosen, this might not mean much.

I wish we had more info on huppermages who aren't alligned with Bonta. There has to be some innter conflict, over the fact that most of them are.

What Julith says here, suggest this is either not her first time in this whole situation, — or that she's just been in huppermage battles before.

This leg spin is so unique. None of the trio of the immortal Jurgen-Crepins do it. She's insane for this.

He's so funny for trying to stop the huppermage hunger games by restraining its most active and enthusiastic participant. Surely, she won't kick him in the balls.

Joris was that close to not being ever born.

I feel that it is prudent to point out that being beaten to death and pushed off to become a pancake 38492834ft below the floating platform, is a problem that even Wakfu era huppermages face.

Joris definitely went through this. He definitely thought it was stupid.

"It's cute that you all came here wearing your city's colours. Get naked."

Yeah, very normal and sane of the huppermages to do. Also, very interesting that Julith is unfazed by this. Like she expected it.

Aw! The "she knitted him underwear" thing is referenced. Maybe she decided it'd be funny, if she fulfilled her offer from when they first met.

I think if Joris was in this situation, (and I am thinking about this, because he too, is a huppermage, and uh. what if he DID go through this. The chance is non-zero) he would become violently suicidal immediately. He doesn't like his body, how short he is, his proportions, and looks. He's always felt more comfortable in a hood and some layers of clothing, — and, while he downplays it in the movie, being different from other people does bother him. Even though he's trying to be fine with it, for Kerubim's sake...

He already has it bad enough with all the cruel things people say to him, no matter how mature and professional he tries to act, no matter how he dresses, no matter what he ever fucking does.

And having all his otherness, the way his body differs from people, showcased like that, would be a humiliating, inhumane experience.

One can only hope that it would, very fast, turn into an SCP-096 type situation. He deserves to start killing people. Especially whoever would do that to him.

This is based, and all, but again and again it is shown that a big majority of huppermages, — including at points, the leaders, — are aligned with Bonta. You can't just will the politics away.

Yeah, I don't like huppermages anymore, as an organization. There are far too many things about them that feel... icky. From the institutionalized abuse, to the political stuff that is swept under the rug.

One might say I am taking it way too seriously, — but Ankama can take things seriously. Tot is not blind to what he's writing, and the things the works imply. At least I hope so.

"What an interesting specimen... No fear and no shame to be seen in these features. No doubt, you are from the Abigor family! From now on, your name is the Butcher."

THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS THIS IMPLIES. From Abigors being an important family, like I predicted, — to them all having resting bitch faces. jdsfkgshdfgdfg.

The thing this woman dubs Jahash, based on his expressions and vibes, is "The Pure". They all get these nicknames. And by god, I am so sad about Julith's being this thing she hates.

My personal headcanon, is that if Joris went through this particular kind of hazing and abuse, his govenrment assigned huppermage name was... "the Powerless," of you get the reference.

Because I'm funny like that.

i hate this lady so much its unreal.

[spicysagittarius]

cincinnati, the happiest place on earth

Rated E • Art/Tashi

1.87k words

Art kisses Tashi for the first time in 2006, sitting on the shitty motel bed to her right, Patrick to her left. He figures, then, that it’ll probably be the only time he gets to kiss her — something he believes even more when she tells them that the winner of their match the following day will also win her number. Well, he thinks. At least he has one really, really hot memory he gets to keep that involves making out with her.

Four years later, though, Art is not the same man he was at 18. He’d barely been a “man” back then, at all. He’s still got the same hair even though his both mother and his coach have told him to cut it, and he’s still a nuisance with gum in his mouth. 

But he’s not as passive as he used to be; as unsure of himself. Which has seriously come in handy. He’s annoyed he didn’t get some fucking confidence years ago. 

(He sometimes dares to think that if he had, he would’ve been the one to win her number. But that’s beside the point.)

It’s especially come in handy tonight. He can tell Tashi’s noticed the change, impressed by it. She’d shown up to his training earlier than day, having just arrived in Cincinnati as Katerina’s assistant coach for the tournament. Art hadn’t seen her in six months, not since the Open last summer. It was the longest they’d been apart since meeting each other and there’s a chance that it drove him insane. 

And yet, this morning, there she was, waving at him shyly from the side of the court. He noticed her hair first — she must’ve cut it. It looks shorter and it’s incredibly pretty and he doesn’t realize he’s staring until his coach barks out his name in frustration. 

After catching up after his training ended, they’d settled on dinner at the Applebee’s down the road from the hotel. He’s giddy, for once, which is unfamiliar to 23-year-old Art but all-too-familiar to the version of him who was sucking on the sweet spot below her ear on that shitty motel bed at 18. 

Dinner goes well. She looks fucking beautiful and she’s wearing a muted blue dress with these platform heels that make her almost as tall as him. They get beers and a brownie after dinner and all-too-soon they’re walking out to his Range Rover and he really wants to kiss her. 

When he tells her just that, she moves closer to him until their faces are inches apart. Just like the first time, she’s the one who leans in first, but unlike last time, he knows how to kiss her back smoothly and passionately and with all the experience he’d built up at Stanford. At first it’s sort, sweet, romantic, and they’re both so focused on it that when the crash of glass bottles sounds across the street, they’re startled and jump apart dramatically. 

She giggles when it happens, and fucking hell it’s the most wonderful sound he’s ever heard in his life. So wonderful that he has to kiss her again, but this time with more intensity, just in case there’s a way for him to communicate how in love with her he probably is without saying it too early. 

Tashi lets out a little sigh or a whimper or whatever the little noise is — whatever; it’s fucking hot, and his dick suddenly his jeans feel too tight. But he needs to hear it again. 

Art boldly slides both his hands down from her back to her ass, firmly squeezing her over the fabric of her dress. Fuck the fabric of her dress. He decides it’s now in his way: he has the assertiveness now to do everything he wanted to four years ago and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t. 

This means slipping his hands to the back of her knees, then sliding them up, up her thighs with clear intention and pulling the hem of her dress up with them until they reach their destination and grab at.the bare skin of her ass, barrier-free this time. And fuck him, Tashi literally whines against his lips when he does this. It’s such a perfect sound that he can’t help but back her up against his car and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He keeps one hand firmly groping her ass while the other moves to the back of her head so he can dig his fingers into her hair, guiding her head to tilt so he can ravish her neck and that one sweet spot again. He’s missed it very, very much. This does the trick, and now her pretty sighs and gasps are happening every time she breathes. 

“God, Art,” she moans desperately, rolling her hips against his blatant hard on, hooking her leg around him. It dawns on him that he’s got her legs spread against his car in a fucking Cincinnati parking lot, and fuck, if someone were to see them, they’d get a good view of the panties she’s wearing. 

Matter of fact, he doesn’t know what panties she’s wearing. He breaks away from her neck, taking in the view of her flushed cheeks and closed eyes as his travel downwards to her spread thighs. 

Art lets out a guttural groan when he sees the lavender-coloured lace.that is literally just lace. He might die here. He’s probably going to die, right here in an Applebee’s parking lot in the middle of fucking Ohio. 

(She giggles at his reaction, pulling his face up to kiss him again with her hands in his hair and he changes his mind, because he definitely can’t die if it means not hearing the sound of it as many times as he possibly can. It’s his new addiction.)

The best thing he can do is kiss her back as fiercely as possible, once again, this time finding the strength in him to greedily rut his hips against her slowly. It’s so much more delicious when he knows how thin her panties are; how sensitive she might be. He gets what he decides is confirmation of this when he increases his pace just a bit and she drops her head back in a moan and a curse and his name. 

One of his hands have found its way to her inner thigh, and it almost surprises Art as much as it does Tashi when his fingertips reach the hem of the lace, lightly tracing it without crossing a boundary. 

Oh, that’s right. They’re in a parking lot, still. He’d almost forgotten. 

That fact is why he’s hesitating to sneak his fingers inside her panties; it might totally cross a line and most people wouldn’t want to get fingered against a car where anyone could see. She’d have to be insane to actually—

“Touch me, Art,” Tashi whines desperately, glancing down at his teasing fingertips ghosting the delicate fabric. 

Fucking hell. The fact that he hadn’t just cum from hearing her say that is miraculous. He’ll be the luckiest man alive if he doesn’t completely embarrass himself when he finds out what she sounds like when she cums.

(He really shouldn’t think about that, actually. That’s dangerous on its own.)

Holding his breath, he slips his fingers into her panties and the instant wetness he feels has him cursing aggressively under his breath. “Fucking Christ, Tashi. You’re so wet for me. Jesus.” His fingers drag through her folds and circle her swollen clit — how the fuck is she so turned on already — before his pointer and middle fingers slide inside her quickly. Like he needs it. And her body accepts him like she does, too.

When Art’s fingers are stuffed all the way inside her, Tashi releases a breath she’d been holding, and it sounds like a pretty sob. She does this again when he flexes his forearm and starts to fuck her on his fingers after a few seconds of taking the sight of her in. “You gonna be okay?” He asks carefully, looking back up at her eyes. He knows he’s on the brink of losing his goddamn mind and needs to know if she wants this as bad as he does. 

“Uh huh. Yes.” Tashi nods impatiently. “Need  it. C’mon, Art.”

Yep, she’s just as desperate as he is and  this might be the most on top of the world he’s ever felt. And he won the French Open last year.

He moves faster, now, cursing at the noise his fingers make when they drill into her, at the squirming of her hips against the Range Rover, at the stuttered gasps coming out of her every few seconds. “You look so fucking hot right now, angel.” Words escape him before he even processes them mentally. It’s just too intense of a moment. “Sound so pretty when you wanna cum.”

His words make her moan louder. So he tries his luck. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he urges. 

“Mm-hmm. Good, so good, Art, just don’t stop.”

“Does it make it hotter for you, then? Your dress pulled up like this against my car? Where anyone could drive by?”

She gasps, and he thinks he’s ruined it until a gush of wetness coats his fingers even more. “You’re gonna make me cum,” she cries. 

He’s so hard that he has to grind his hard, denim-covered cock against her upper thigh while he quickens his pace; roughening his thrusts. When she sobs in response, he almost loses it. 

Art curls his fingers further and his other hand moves to pin her hip against the car. “Yeah?”

Tashi nods in abandon, meeting his eyes with moist ones as her hips squirm even more against him. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—“

He quickly moves his hand from her hip to the side of her neck, tiling her chin up with his thumb so he can watch her cum while he tries desperately to remember every single thing about this moment, everything. 

“Cum for me, angel. All over my fingers. You’ve done so fucking well.” He groans, watching her intensely, pleasantly surprised by her ability to maintain eye contact despite being so thoroughly fucked. She’s so good for this. Good for him. 

His words are what get her there; the final push as she  clenches around him like a fucking vice and  sobs so pretty, babbling nonsense mostly, mixing in a gasp of his name every few seconds. “Fuck, look at you,” Art moans, grinding his crotch against her thigh subconsciously now. 

As Tashi comes down from her high, panting hard, she manages a wrecked, “I need you inside me.”

Oh, Christ. 

“Fuck, I want to fuck you so, so bad, Tash, but we’re still in the—fuck— the parking lot.” His response is rudely interrupted by her hand cupping his cock over his jeans, running her thumb up the side of the imprint of the shaft. 

Her next words have a daring, determined tone that he’s decidedly just as obsessed with, the same way he is with her laugh and sigh and pleasured sob. 

“So what?” 

She’s going to be the fucking death of him.

[treatbuckywkisses]

Blood Sweat and Tears

Boxer!Bucky × Reader

Summary: In which Bucky has a questionable hobby

Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing

Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)

A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)

God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.

Bucky.

Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.

He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.

You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.

You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.

Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.

Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.

When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.

He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.

"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.

He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.

His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.

Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.

When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.

Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.

When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.

Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.

You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.

You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?

He makes the worry worth it.