#not me fucking formatting this for discord

[brainicusrotticus]

after killing noctilucent’s body to save vace, sol is an absolute nuisance to the night guards of the colony.

exhibit 1: sleeping in the communal barracks after nightmares because it’s comforting

person guarding the garrison tries not to freak out when the doc is walking with intent toward the barracks

(because the DOCTOR being that fucking focused going anywhere? usually not good)

“yo, doc, need help?”

for a second sol looks to walk straight past and in, not even acknowledging them

and then stops.

and backs up a step.

and bobs a finger in their direction.

(and doesn’t look up.)

“…you on watch until breakfast?”

“uh… yeah? er, yes sir.”

(he finally looks up.)

(oh. he looks like shit.)

“i’m sleeping in your bunk. if i’m still there when you’re done, just throw something at me.”

and he goes right in without another word.

and he is still there when they get off watch.

but they’re not going to wake the doc, are you nuts? vace would kill them.

as they’re standing awkwardly beside the bunk, a roll of socks nails sol in the head from across the room

(it was nem)

sol crawls, grumbling, like a goddamn lizard out of the bunk, across the floor, and into the one immediately adjacent while its occupant is still sitting on it, putting on boots

occasionally including bed sharing with nem or vace

nem is game, always

willing to play big spoon and envelope sol as much as he needs

not super jumpy, so sol can literally crawl right into her bed without waking the whole barracks

(she prefers a slight heads up, though, which is fair)

once forgot to tell sol she’d swapped bunks with someone else

the next morning, sol makes certain to reassure his accidental victim that screaming is a perfectly good fear response

no, it doesn’t matter if it was really high-pitched and woke everyone up

if it had been a real threat that would be the ideal outcome anyway

vace is… not the cuddling type.

especially not so soon in his getting better arc.

but sol knows that and does not actually crawl into his bed

because he’s a fucking gremlin, he crawls under it.

vace does not realize he has a monster under the bed until the fourth time it happens.

(condolences to the poor bastards who watch the doctor casually scoot out from under a bed the next morning and are immediately sworn to silence on it)

because sol has another nightmare and jolts awake.

right into the underside of vace’s bed.

sol is cussing and bleeding, vace is awake and foaming at the mouth and has pulled a plaspistol, everyone else has just learned that vace keeps a plaspistol under his pillow, it’s a whole mess

exhibit b: unauthorized night walks

sol straight up tries to leave in the middle of the night like it’s no biggies.

woe upon the poor soldier who had to try and figure out what to do with that one.

“sorry, doc, we’re locked up for the night.”

“how much to get through?”

blink. blink.

“…did you just offer to bribe me?”

ding. 200 credits received from: solaniac.

“that enough to ignore any screaming you hear for the next two hours?”

“…have a nice walk, doc.”

(two hours later, she’s very certain 200 credits is not enough to make up for those screams.)

(next time, she’s charging fucking double.)

exhibit three: sol just hanging out on the walls in the middle of the night

literally just climbs straight up and finds somewhere to sit.

intentionally waits for a gap because he just doesn’t want to answer questions right now.

almost gets shot by a very startled soldier.

rhett has to make sol promise to tell soldiers if he’s going on the wall. it’s a safety issue.

(he has to make him promise three times. the third time is a full sit-down, “if you do this again i’m going to have to assume you’re hoping to get shot and report it to instance and congruence” talk, before sol finally actually listens.)

he’ll just chill in one of the lookout towers, silent. staring off into the wilderness.

sometimes he looks particularly haunted about it, and the soldiers have to shake the urge to talk to him.

(one time, a soldier notices he’s not just looking haunted, he’s physically shaking. when sol doesn’t respond to questions, they send someone to get vace.)

(vace holds sol’s hand in his metal one until sol comes back to himself, and sits with sol until sunrise.)

one time, a soldier switched lookouts at midnight and forgot to tell his replacement that sol was there.

she didn’t notice for hours. sol didn’t realize she didn’t know.

she was scared shitless when sol coughed. sol was scared shitless when she pulled a gun on him. rhett filled a tub with water, dunked his whole head inside, and screamed for a full minute.

[dolphinrostrums]

love when i wake up to see an update happened to make a few vencord plug-ins break, but i check the vencord updater tab and see there's already fixes for my favorite ones just waiting for me to update <2 i love you vencord i love you customization of personal experiences i love you not giving massive corporations that are enshittifying their products money they don't deserve

[astranauticus]

oh lol i forgot to post this robit sketches! because i have one (1) bit and im sure as hell gonna commit to it apparently

[gh0sdae]

I love when products advertise that they're *mostly* animal cruelty free because it's supposed to be appealing to customers but the reaction is just this:

[dearwatsons]

lowkey im not gonna get a lot done tonight and if i do it'll be a miracle

[zhalar]

explodeds. myself

[bloedgetuige]

You're engaged??

to our lord and savior jesus christ

alternatively: who isnt these days

[ram-bles]

a crumb of nsfw daisuke?

daisuke x reader | headcanons

requests/inbox: open

[ 🔞 minors dni ]

woah. from sweet to spicy. ill give this a try!

wrote this on mobile, sorry for the fuckass formatting.

gender neutral reader. sillies. lots of sillies. weed mention (like once).

🌺 c'mon, he somehow sneaked in some of his secret stash'a magazines. he's still a guy after all.

"Dai?" "Yeah?" He's busy on his Gameboy, but he acknowledges you, tilting his body to show his face but his eyes were glued to the screen. "Did you steal these porn mags from Jimmy or someth—" A pink blur suddenly pushes you away, using his feet to kick it back under his bed. "DUDE. PRIVACY. C'MON NOW."

🌺 You've probably caught him once or twice even before you two were a thing. It wasn't hard to, after all, you both shared a room.

Too lost in the sauce to even notice you, so you had to clear your throat. You've never seen someone so shocked to the point he doesn't know whether to shove his dick back in his pants, hide under the blankets, or try to do both at the same time but completely failing. He's stuttering your name out along with strings of apologies. Don't get your dick caught in your zipper now, Daisuke. "I didn't know you were there! Shitshitshit- I'm so so sorry- Aghhhh." He felt pathetic, whining in embarrassment. Daisuke ends up just pulling the blanket over the entirety of him. "You could've just asked me for help, y'know." He stares at you, scandalized as if he wasn't rubbing one off just moments ago. "How the fuck was I s'posed to know?!" You shrug, amused. "Dunno." "Man, fuck youuuu." "Happily." "Get over here already, please!"

🌺 Outside internship though? Weed before sex seems like something he'd do. I can't explain why.

🌺 Feeling his rings on you... in many ways.

🌺 Pretty sure we all agree that he's into praising. Both giving and receiving.

🌺 You know he's having lots of fun when the pitch of his voice goes high. Squeaking, voice cracking, whining.

🌺 Speaking of how vocal he is, he's probably loud too. But, since you're in the ship now, he'll try his best to keep it down, either on the pillow or you. He'll also be rambling about random things just so he doesn't finish early.

🌺 Dirty talking? ❌ He'll be cringing like there's no tomorrow. He'll make a discord (or whatever equivalent) kitten joke about it if he does.

🌺 Unintentional dirty talking though... That's another story. Or should I rephrase, more-so leaning towards cussing.

"Fuck— you're sosososo pretty..." His hands were pressing the back of your knees, folding and spreading your legs for him. He whines your name out, resting his length on your abdomen while he impatiently waits for your permission. "C'mon, pretty. I'll be this deep inside you." - "Feels good. Feels so good." He's panting and rutting into you like a dog. "You should- nh- loosen up a little- shit- if you get any tighter I think I'll cum..."

🌺 Quickies galore. Sure, it's less risky, but with his libido? Anyways, he's pretty easy to please anyways. A round or two would probably be enough for him.

🌺 Wearing his clothes while at it? Mega turn on for him.

🌺 Well, yes his libido is high, but you still need to be straightforward with him. He can't take hints...

"Want head?" "?!? Who's head?!" "YOUR DICK." "YOU'RE CUTTING IT OFF?" "WHAT? NO, I MEANT SUCKING YOUR—" "Good morning to you both too." "CAPTAIN?"

🌺 He loves giving and receiving hickeys. You would have to remind him everytime not to mark too high on your neck.

🌺 His aftercare involves lots of cuddling and lots of smooching.

🌺 Ending with a silly note. The first time you've done it with him, he ended up saying thank you since he didn't know what to do.

[tokencisgirl]

onl y the essentials. normal blog with all my other interests. anime sideblog WITH banger url. kin sideblog. soon to be normal posts sideblog. perfect

[modpollyblog]

real people have actually been hurt by kittycorn's actions and it is fucking disgusting. but i also understand the importance of archival so that she cannot possibly try and crawl back if she deletes anything.

i am making this post to try and put all archival efforts in one place. if i'm missing anything, feel free to send me an ask/dm.

currently on archive.org:

the kittycorn callout document (33/44 pages, book format)

the kittycorn callout document (all pages, screenshotted)

headaches + solution (explicit nsfw incest cometcare comics. i'm not linking those but they're there trust me)

kittycorn's toyhouse (zip file)

karmageddeon (zip file)

karmageddeon intro (youtube)

karmageddeon: killer in the mirror (youtube)

some thumbnails + refs of leaked sparklecare content (zip file)

sparklecare fonts

sparklecare: snack or sneak (zip file, patreon exclusive unfinished minivolume)

v1 + updated v1

v2 + updated v2

v3

v4

what currently exists of v5 (including leaks)

sparklecare: april fools 2019

sparklecare: april fools 2022

sparklecare ask blog: haunted arc

sparklecare ask blog: we wish uni barry kissmas (out of order)

some privated unfinished sparklecare animations (youtube)

sparklecare: epic gamer moment (youtube)

sparklecare: magazine (youtube)

sparklecare: awoken (youtube)

sparklecare: evacuate the dance floor (youtube)

sparklecare: oh no! (youtube)

uni sign language gifs

barry lectures uni (video)

some sparklecare mini comics

cometcare ask blog: arc 1 intro (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 2 the crash site

cometcare ask blog: arc 3 weird wide web (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 4 lake mock less (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 5 history books (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 6 solar fair 1/2 (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 6 solar fair 2/2

cometcare ask blog: kisswas (out of order)

cometcare ask blog: arc 1 intro (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: arc 2 the crash site (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: arc 3 weird wide web (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: arc 4 lake mock less (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: arc 5 history books (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: arc 6 solar fair (PDF)

cometcare ask blog: kisswas (PDF)

cometcare: you belong with me (youtube)

the original nightstars ask blog

nightstars countdown

nightstars: the sweet escape (youtube)

darker matters archive by raywardreal (zip file)

darker matters ask blog arc 1: launch (out of order)

darker matters ask blog arc 2: time again (out of order)

darker matters ask blog arc 3: 4th dimension (out of order)

darker matters ask blog arc 1: launch (PDF)

darker matters ask blog arc 2: time again (PDF)

darker matters ask blog arc 3: 4th dimension (PDF)

sparklecare preboot: chapter 1 (out of order)

sparklecare preboot: chapter 2 (out of order)

some of the preboot ask blog (out of order)

sparklecare preboot: barry's notes 1 (video)

sparklecare preboot: barry's notes 2 (video)

not on archive.org, but a different archive site:

a tumblr post from leakburner that summarizes the entire sparklecare story

archival tumblr blogs/blogs that have content on them that isn't anywhere else:

anonymous-sparklecarer

leakburner

sparklearchive

wotay27166

sparkleleaks

hemeruni

tfemsly

ooblegoodle

thesparchives

google drives:

darker matters archive by raywardreal (also on archive.org!)

sparklecare archive by robler64

side projects toyhouse archive by dawn-ward

sparchive by the sparklecare archive discord group

sparklecare hospital tumblr layout by anonymous

almost all sparklecare art from tumblr (2017-2025) by anonymous

[pyrographic-memory]

Holy shit, great to see the internet imploding once again lmao (srsly I'm also pouring one out for the discord mods holy fuck. I joined that server when it was at 17k people and THAT was already too many people for me...)

So uh. I know my * post * talking about us seeing Vessel prepare for war didn't blow up quite as much as my tritanopia post (still fucking stoked about that actually sosjehshjwh), BUT I am happily back again with the military jargon breakdown!

I'm going to say now, everything I mention here is declassified, you can find it with a Google search. Please don't freak out on me lmao

The Morse code from the Pan and Echo audio files was summed up into eight lines of dialogue (for lack of a better word).

At first I thought it was a 9 Line, which is a call for medevac report, due to the SOS. But it is missing a ninth line, so I asked a friend of mine what they thought. And they said it looks like a weird mix of two report formats: BLUE 2 and GREEN 6.

BLUE 2 is SITREP, or situation report - rather self explanatory. Brief summary of threat activity, then you list off how ready your men and your vehicles/equipment are, and then you give a summary of The Gameplan.

GREEN 6 is EPW (enemy prisoner of war)/Captured Material Report. You've executed The Gameplan, and you've captured people and stuff. This one is a two-parter technically, because you list off who you've captured first and then what you've captured (this can include land and buildings, so like if you captured a hilltop or castle or smth), you state the unit that did the capturing, when the capture happened, and a brief summary of how you did it.

So now, we break the message down. The first two lines don't really align with any report, so we'll focus on 3 onward.

Line 1: "I've been waiting long for you"

Line 2: "Behold"

Line 3 (friendly locations as from a BLUE 2): WA and RL, which ended up being WRAL, which is the news channel for Raleigh, NC (NORTH CAROLINA BABY, LET'S GOOO). Their meteorologist made a * post * about 3/29 on Instagram.

Line 4 (DTG [Date Time Group] of capture, as from the second half of a GREEN 6): "Two days in the morning", two days from now it'll be 3/29, AND there's a partial solar eclipse that day (though it's very close to full), and where the eclipse will be most prominent over the Atlantic, it'll be at maximum around 10:47 AM UTC. So the DTG would be written as 291047MAR2025.

Line 5 (place of capture, as from a GREEN 6): "In Arcadia"

Line 6 (circumstances of capture, as from a GREEN 6): "Carpe" (Latin for "seize")

Line 7: "Broadcast interruption, nothing"

Line 8: SOS SOS SOS KN AS

Everyone knows the mayday call. But KN and AS are CW radio signs (telegraphing, Morse code, all that shit they used in both world wars). KN means "only the station named should respond", and AS means "wait". The broadcast was interrupted, but the broadcaster didn't hear anything from the interruption. They're still calling for help because the interruption means someone is listening in when they shouldn't be, so the broadcaster may be compromised, and they're asking for an answer from whoever they were broadcasting to before saying "wait" (maybe as in "don't send rescue immediately").

Now, let's look at something else rq. The metadata of the audio files.

Uploaded by: The Observer

Another report to mention: BLUE 1, SPOTREP. These are written up when scouts observe any known or suspected threat activity in the AO (area of operation).

And I want to amend rq, the emails from a few weeks ago with the respective wording: House Veridian "observe", and Feathered Host "seize".

This is a House Veridian SPOTREP of a Feathered Host SITREP/capture broadcast, probably done by our Observer doing what the green bois call channel hopping, and the Broadcaster not securing their comms line.

I really want to know who Vessel knows. Cuz while ts is available to the public, you gotta know someone who can tell you that these report documents even exist. The US Army has like a thousand reporting documents, something for everything. Every country does a lot of this stuff differently and has differing names for it, but I just find it really neat that it seems to be US-based (unless the UK military also operates this way 👀👀👀)

[aomiiine]

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓

wuthering waves character w CALCHARO. format. fic. warnings. nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. mostly his pov. fingering. oral (reader receiving). overstimulation. mean service dom!calcharo vibes. he gets off to reader crying. implied bratty/spoiled reader. summary. your father hired him to protect you on your journey to Yeming Slide from Jinzhou City but it seemed like your father is unable to pay him on time.

author’s note. finally wrote smth for my beloved hehe<3

Why the hell were you even in this situation in the first place? It wasn’t even your business, but your father’s. He made you run some errands for him, forcing you deliver some things from Jinzhou City to the village in Yeming Slide.

Of course you refused your father at first, trying to reason with him that the journey was long and unsafe for an untrained woman like you despite your forte. You only glared at your father when he went as far as offering to hire a mercenary to accompany you on your journey there.

And now here you were, at your destination which was the isolated village in Yeming Slide with the leader of the Ghost Hounds himself, Calcharo. He was as fearsome as the rumours said—unfeeling and stoic even at the most brutal sights of gore and battle. Despite the slight fear you held for him, you felt safe in his presence, knowing he was more than capable to defend you from tacet discords.

“We’re done here. Let’s go home now,” you told the platinum haired man standing at the centre of the village as you left the house of the village’s leader. You shrugged a shoulder and walked past him, paying him no more than a glance with a burning desire to return to the solace of your city.

Calcharo didn’t question you, nor did he bother uttering a word to start a conversation, merely nodding and turning to follow you from behind.

The entire journey back to Jinzhou was tense, the atmosphere uncomfortably suffocating and stiff. Your shoulders were tense, your posture upright as if you’d get scolded for slouching. You could feel his hard stare behind you, unsure if he was truly staring at you or it was just his aura that affected you. But one thing was for sure—he wasn’t gonna let you out of his sight for even a second.

Fuck, he grunted in his mind, unable to peel his eyes away from his client, you, even if his mind demanded him to. Calcharo had his fists curling to fists and relaxing every three steps he took, the crease between his brows growing deeper every passing minute. Why the fuck was this little brat affecting me so much? was what he kept repeating in his head for hours on end.

Calcharo was the leader of an internal mercenary group full of army-trained men, the Ghost Hounds—and yet here was taking care of a spoiled girl. How his standard’s fallen, Calcharo berated himself. But even with his said displeasure of working for you, he didn’t say much words during his task to accompany you to and back from Yeming Slide. He kept his composure throughout the journey until now. Oddly.

“We’re here. I expect the other half of my payment from your father after this,” Calcharo’s deep voice spoke from behind you, halting you in your tracks to turn your head over your shoulder and glance at him.

Ah. Those fuckin’ eyes. He wanted to make them damp.

Calcharo caught himself in his thoughts and quickly shook off his sinful thoughts, unsure why they kept popping up his conscience. It was like he was day-dreaming. And it was during work. He couldn't have that.

“I know, I know. My father probably has the cash ready for you. Let’s just head to my house,” you rolled your eyes at him silently, turning your head ahead of you again to hide it.

Money, money, money. That was all he seemed to care about from what you saw. Doesn’t he know how to enjoy himself? You stole glances at his well built body behind during your journey and couldn’t help but think what a waste of a good body. Once again, catching yourself getting more and more attracted, more attentive, more observant, of him, you bit your lip, lowering your head as you walked into Jinzhou City to hide your heated cheeks and perhaps tinted ears too.

After minutes of navigating yourself around Jinzhou City, you finally found your considerably luxurious home, approaching the front door and opening it without second thought. You called out for your father, searching around every room for him only to find a letter on the dining table saying;

Went out for a business trip to for a meeting. Might be home tomorrow.

You bit down harder on your lower lip, nervously clenching the sticky note your father left with furrowed brows. You cursed your old man again, fidgeting with worry and anger.

Hearing Calcharo’s boots thud on the floor of your home as he entered, you took in a deep breath to calm your nerves, grip on the innocent sticky note loosening.

Calcharo waited outside the doorstep of your home for a while once you entered, trusting you or your father would come out with the pay he was promised. With his arms folded on his chest and his biceps flexing, he grew increasingly suspicious when you left him unattended outside longer than expected.

As a last resort, he welcomed himself inside, his pale blue eyes landing your figure that stood at the end of your dining table, your back facing him. He quirked a brow at your stillness, wondering why you weren’t moving.

“Something the matter?” His voice rasped out, visibly startling you. His body slightly relaxed at the sight, involuntarily lowering his intimidating body language for your sake.

“Where’s your father?” Calcharo queried, his steps slow as he took a few steps closer to you. His sharp gaze scanned your expression, then the note you held in your hand. He didn’t move an inch from his position now, waiting for an explanation he knew was coming.

“Well.. my father.. he went on an emergancy business meeting out of Jinzhou.. I’m afraid you won’t have your pay until tomorrow,” he watched you mumble, your pretty lashes fluttering at him with your eyes darting anywhere but him.

He found it sickeningly satisfying how you were mumbling, nervous, the confident and sassy girl he met nowhere to be seen. At one hand, he wanted to comfort you from your worries—and on the other, he wanted to take full advantage of it.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since you first entered your home. What you might have expected to be a relaxing next hours after returning from your errand turned to another errand where you had to pay him back.

“F-fuck—Calcharo, ‘s too much—” you whined with shaky breaths, your head resting on your dining table which he so gracefully laid you on earlier, his head deeply nestled between your legs as he demanded his payment.

“Yeah? Too bad, I’m not getting off you ‘til I’m satisfied,” he grumbled against your sensitive, damp flesh slick with a mix of his saliva and your juices. With one last deep stroke of his tongue into your entrance, he ripped a loud and pathetic sob from you that was quickly followed by a moan. Your hips bucked up into his face, your legs far parted to give him further access to your cunt that was he eagerly devoured.

Even while your pussy was fluttering and creaming on his tongue, he still didn't stop his assault on nethers, opting to your clit now by taking it whole in his mouth and shamelessly sucking on it with lazy nibbles, his eyes lifting to look up at you. He wanted to see your reaction to every flick, every suck, every pinch he made onto your sopping wet pussy, wanting the tears that welled in your eyes to finally fall.

“Hmm.. not enough. Need you sobbing for me, princess,” he groaned, the pet name almost taunting as he pulled his head away from your quivering cunt just when you were inches away from another orgasm.

Your whines reached his ears with his hand reaching up to grab your thighs, savouring the feeling of your flesh in his hands and pushing them far apart. Once he was satisfied at the view, he released one thighs of yours to slide his hand over to your pretty hole that kept clenching on air.

A shaky moan left your lips at the feeling of his fingers running over your slit, the pads of his fingertips grazing your aching clit. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth, gulping it down only to throw your head back onto the table when his said fingers slid into you, feeling two digits stretching you out. He probed them inside you until he couldn’t fit any more of his fingers inside you, curling them to rub your sweet-spot.

Calcharo had his eyes alternating between your lewd cunt that he had wrapped his fingers and your pretty face, watching your back arch and feeling your legs tremble in his hand that held your thigh. He couldn’t resists the rare moan of utter satisfaction and pleasure that left his lips at the sight of your fat tears finally streaming down your face, streaks of the sweet yet salty liquid falling down the inner corners of your eyes and the outer corners to fall down your cheeks.

He was so entranced by the sight of you sobbing and whining for him that he was oblivious to your orgasm up until your velvety walls began twitching and tightening around his digits again, a similar sensation he felt on his tongue earlier. Filthy grunts left his tongue while he helped you ride out of your climax, not moving his fingers out of you for even an inch to keep you satisfied and cumming.

“Enough, please.. Calcharo, please,” you whimpered, your body limp and sensitive to even the slightest touch after your second orgasm. Your lips were swollen from all the biting you did, your cheeks and temples streaked by tears that continued to stream.

“Oh, darling.. I’m not stopping until I get my pay. And when was your father returning again? Tomorrow?” Calcharo sneered, his tongue licking your juices that had smeared on his face, his fingers inside you not budging an inch to pull out. He merely tilted his head, getting up from the floor to stand between your legs still with the bulge that had formed in his pants as clear as day to you now.

You mindlessly nodded at his question that ask for reconfirmation, your mind bordering on blanking out.

“Then we’re not stopping until tomorrow morning,” he continued, the corner of his lips curling to a smirk that was almost cruel, the mischief glinting in his pale blue eyes impossible to miss.

“Don’t worry. I’ll offer your father a discount for my services,” he added, slipping his fingers out of your stretched out pussy with a lewd squelch, his hand moving to grip your thighs again, letting you have a taste of your next errand to attend to—his throbbing cock.

[hpacearofest]

HP Ace Aro Fest - 2025

It is official, we are back for the second year running! Our amazing fest was created to highlight any character who you see as asexual, aromantic, or anywhere on those spectrums.  Any era, any age, anyone.  Give me your QPRs, your sex-repulsed lovey-doveys, your hypersexual aromantics, and everything else you got.  As long as you give me a main character from the HP fandom who is a-spec, your work has a home with this fest.  Accepting fic, fanart, podfics, any medium your heart desires to give us.

Stay tuned and keep your eyes peeled starting in May, claiming will be opening on Aromantic Visibility Day!!

Important dates

Announce: April 18

Prompting: May 1 - June 5

Claiming:  June 6 - July 30

Posting to start around: August 10

Guidelines

All content is allowed, no restrictions on what can be submitted so long as it is thoroughly tagged and doesn't violate tumblr or AO3 TOS.  Mods will have final approval on whether or not a work is sufficiently tagged in regards to potentially triggering matters in works rated M or above.

Etiquette

The goal of this fest is to celebrate and highlight the joys (and some of the stresses) of the lives of the HP-verse characters who fall into the a- sexual and romantic spectrums.  

There will be no ship or character bashing (even if it’s a fandom-wide hated character, please just avoid including a character/ship if you do not like them).

SALS - Ship And Let Ship.

YKINMKBYKIOK - Your Kink Is Not My Kink But Your Kink Is Okay.  Yes, this fest is about a-spec relationships. Yes, that means they can still be kinky as can be.  No, that does not mean you can shame others for what they want to create so long as it is duly tagged.

Each person has unique lived experiences within and and without the LGBTQIA+ community.  Just because you don’t see yourself in how someone is portraying something, doesn’t make them wrong for it.

This event and blog are created on the following 4 founding ideas. If your values do not align with these core principles, this event is likely not for you:

1. Trans Rights are Human Rights 2. Free Palestine and Free Congo and Free Sudan or else no one is free 3. All Nazi's deserve to be punched 4. FUCK JKR

Written fic

Written fic should preferably be longer than 500 words

There is no maximum word count

Must be a completed work, no on-going series to be completed after the fest

Works must be stand-alone (can be part of a collection but one must be able to read it without reading previous parts)

Using a beta is strongly encouraged but not required (if you would like help finding one, feel free to join the fest discord server to find them)

Art work

Work must be exclusive to this fest

Digital and physical art are both allowed as long as scans/photos of the physical are clear

Podfic work

Please provide proof of permission from the creator (unless it is yourself) which includes a screenshot of a blanket permission statement on their profile as long as the username matches 

Selected work must fit the theme of the fest as well as the 500 word minimum for written fics

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[angelxarii]

GG, NO REᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

(good game, no rematch)

Synopsis: Sershiro Nagi, one of japan's top streamers; who dominates the gaming world with his effortless skills. When an underground content creator challenges him to a 1v1 after he dismisses casual players, their fans go wild. The match ends with an unexpected twist, and what starts as an online rivalry turns into a chaotic, relationship.

pairing: Seishiro nagi x F!reader | Smau & writing

content warning: I try to be funny (more cringe than funny), dry humour, crack, angst (if you squint), ooc character, nagi is sassy?, spicy but not smut (eventually), streamers - most of them, swearing, rude jokes

ʚɞ Challenge accepted - prologue

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Ughh, I almost had himmm” 

“You're such a loser, dude” Ryusei’s voice cut through your frustration, making your blood boil even more. You were streaming Fall Guys, and the couple hundred viewers who regularly tuned in flooded the chat with spam and emotes.

On top of that, you were on a Discord call with Shidou, who was absolutely loving the opportunity to shit-talk your gameplay while laughing like a complete moron. He wasn’t even playing—said he could, but conveniently wasn’t home.

So instead of playing roblox, you decided to stream fall guys 

Something in chat caught your eye. 

“Check the server messages? Did something happen?” You asked yourself. Opening your servers main chat to see the link of another twitch streamer.

You clicked on it, sharing the screen so chat could see. It was a clip of a streamer saying “casual streamers have no chance against pro gamers” you don’t know why but it pissed you off. And to top it off, he looked so chill while putting down others. You rolled your eyes, giving a tight lipped smile to chat. good looking people can get away with saying anything 

“Well, cocky people get what they deserve” 

"And maybe he shouldn't have his head so far up his ass. If he went up against me, I'd guarantee he would lose"

“Eat him up, queen” you heard shidou over the call. Making a ‘what the fuck’ face.

“leave.”

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Next: 02

A/N: lot of writing but yeah! Also I'm sorry if its messy and the formatting is shit. I did this on my phone in the middle of the night in another country 😔🙏🏻. I dont even have my laptop on me, I'm not used to using my phone to post SMAU's. I'll do better for the next, I swear. There were so many editing and grammatical errors. I'm gonna kms, I hate posting using my phone

TAGLIST: @syarc0re @sunnydays25 (open)

Credits: @cinnamqnx

[daniwib]

PLEASE tag your spoilers

I am BEGGING you.

Not everyone wants to engage in speculation before watching each new 9-1-1 episode. Not everyone wants to see every still, synopsis, or set leak. Some of us just want to go in blind and experience it as it airs.

And not everyone can watch live. Some people don’t have time for days, others, months. Australia hasn’t even started airing 8A, let alone 8B. But people act like the entire fandom is on the same schedule. I’ve had 8B spoilers dropped in the comments of my 8A fic by people who just assumed everyone was caught up because they were. But we are not all the same.

The Discords I’m in do a great job enforcing spoiler rules. Reddit tries, but there are always people who don’t care. Tumblr has a filtering system, but it only works if people actually USE the #911 spoilers tag. Some do. A lot don’t. And I’ve seen blogs say they only tag for one day. One. Day. What the fuck.

It sucks getting spoiled when you’re actively trying to avoid it. And it’s so damn easy to prevent.

Use spoiler warnings on Reddit.

Mark things with the spoiler formatting in Discord.

Tag your posts on Tumblr with #911 spoilers. You already know how to tag, you do it for everything else.

Be a decent fan. PLEASE.

Mark your spoilers.

(I am not tagging this post with the spoiler tag because I am hoping others who are, like me, filtering it, will reblog this and get the word out.)

Please reblog this.

[partycatty]

I have this idea:

Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)

johnny cage > zip me up

johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?

warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL

notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing

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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.

"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."

you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"

"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.

"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."

"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."

"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"

"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"

you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.

"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."

"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.

"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."

"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."

"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."

you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.

"i don't have a dress-"

"i'll buy you twenty."

"nobody knows who i am-"

"eyes'll be on me."

"what if someone laughs at me?"

"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."

you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.

"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.

"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."

"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."

"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."

"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!

you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.

sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.

you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.

"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"

he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.

"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."

johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.

"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."

even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.

perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.

after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.

it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.

"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."

you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.

after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.

"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.

you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.

"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.

"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."

eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.

his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.

the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.

you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.

as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.

"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."

"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.

"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.

you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.

"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."

"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."

"just okay?"

"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."

"do you want me to stop?"

"...no."

"good girl."

he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.

johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.

"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."

he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.

"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"

your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.

you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.

"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.

his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.

"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.

"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."

he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.

"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."

you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.

his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.

"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."

johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.

he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.

"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."

you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."

"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."

he doesn't really regret it.