#okay i'll give you the post you've earned it if you're here

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I have a post in my brain and I'm not going to make it. But. Know that I am vibrating more than a human should. Blorbos are being spun in my brain faster than in a centrifuge

[tsunaaism]

Okay i know you just posted a part 2 of the submissive and breedable ask but pls consider doing it for Tendou, Suna, Kageyama and Hinata this time? Thank you 💕

You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Kageyama Tobio and Suna Rintaro.

Warnings: suggestive content.

A/N: I'll include Tendou in the next batch. Here's a little treat for you ♥️

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima’s ver.

Miya twins + Oikawa’s ver.

Kageyama Tobio

What are the chances that Kageyama Tobio is actually familiar with the term 'submissive and breedable'?

Zero? Maybe 0.05%?

There's no use pondering about it. You'd have to put it into test.

“Huh? What?"

See? It’s the exact reaction you expected. It’s funny, you think. Tobio has always been so innocent; it wouldn’t hurt to prank him a little.

"Mmhm. You look really submissive and breedable today.” You chuckle, repeating the words once more, earning another confused glance from the athlete.

“Hm?” His brows furrow, eyes flicking up and down your form, then to his own reflection in the mirror. 

He’s so clueless. 

So... clueless. 

Or is he?

"Me..? clueless?"

Uh-oh.

You said that out loud, didn't you?

Snap. This wasn't what you planned. He's starting to look a little sad now, and this is all your doing.

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, Tobio."

He tilted his head.

"Well, you do have a point,"

He pauses, taking a last look at your form.

"But i've never been submissive and clueless. Maybe breedable, though."

Huh...

What was that?

Hold up.

HUH?

Seeing the bewilderment on your face, his eyes narrowed. A faint, lopsided smile crawled onto his lips,

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, (Y/n)."

Lesson learned: never mess with kageyama, ever again. He knows more than he seems to.

Suna Rintaro

Ideally, he's not someone you would want to tell this to.

But, you're feeling a little bold today.

"Rin." You hover above his laying figure, snatching a chuupet away from his hands.

Clearly, you're feeling extra bold today.

"Give it back." He grunts, clearly displeased that you stole his beloved jelly fruit sticks, "What do you want?"

"Noooothing. Just wanted to rile you up."

Yes. Extra bold.

By now, he'd forgotten about the half-eaten chuupet in your hand. He crosses is arm, staying silent as he waits for whatever you're doing to be over with,

"Because you look really submissive and breedable when you're angry."

Now you've done it.

What did you expect, honestly? Pure silence? If so, you might be correct.

Ooor not.

He chuckles, clearly amused with your antics, "You wanna put it into test and see what's up?"

"Is that necessary? I know i'm right, Rin. Always am."

"You think so?"

He peers into your eyes, challenging your own confident, playful stare. Brows raised, a cheeky smile climbed onto his face.

"Don't be an all bark no bite now."

He leans closer to you,

"Lets see if you can say the same thing after this."

Err.. Good luck (3).

[lyneira]

♡ How to earn the lion's love ♡

-> things you can do to make this lazy lion love you to the moon and back

leona x reader (fluff!)

check out malleus' version here! -> ♡ how to gain the dragon's affection ♡

Lull him to sleep!

Yes, I know he can easily fall asleep on his own already, but if you were there with him, he would sleep 10x better! Do anything to relax him. Let him rest his head on your lap, run your fingers through his smooth mane, or maybe even hum a soft tune and he will be at peace.

The first time you have him lay his head on your lap, he'll feel a bit tense. Sure, he's used to others doing things for him, but he's not used to being given such intimate affection. Assure him that it's okay to be this vulnerable. Though, you needn't say anything at all. Tell him by gently rubbing his temples, enveloping him with the warmth of your hands, and feel as he allows himself to let go as the weight of his head falls deeper into your lap. If he wakes up and sees you smiling tenderly down at him, he might immediately pop up off your lap. He'd do this, not because you startled him, but because his heart can't handle such a beautiful sight and he'd need to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Shower him with compliments!

This guy has a lot of pride and an ego that needs to frequently be fed. Just do it, will ya? Treat him like the king he is because at home, they simply don't treat him right. But no flattering him! He'll get irritated by your insincerity (and he'll probably call you a bootlicker lol 💀) if you do.

Don't allow him to tell you "never mind" or "it doesn't matter" when it comes to talking about his feelings or his opinions!

Even if he says "it's a pain" to try to explain it and will stubbornly attempt to keep his mouth shut, be persistent in wanting to hear what he has to say! If you're far more stubborn than he is, he'll eventually let up. Again, back home, he has often been treated with disregard for being the second son, so do the opposite and go all out with it! Make him feel heard and his appreciation for you will skyrocket. The foreign feeling of opening up to someone may be weird to him, but if that someone is you, then it's a feeling he'd be willing to get used to.

Be appreciative and acknowledge his efforts!

He’ll probably shrug you off, saying that he only did it for his own selfish reasons and whatnot, but stand your ground! Deep down, it warms his heart that you see him, and that his accomplishments and efforts aren't going unnoticed. He might say that he doesn’t need your thanks. Even so, a little appreciation can’t hurt from time to time, can it? And it'll go a long way too. You’ll notice that he’ll be doing those things you've thanked him for more frequently. (He'll act kind enough when he's around you that Ruggie would be like, "Hey, y/n...what the heck have you done to Leona?!" 😨 lol)

Simply play chess with him!

It doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, play his favorite game with him and he'll enjoy it either way. If you're skillful, his competitive spirit will come out and he'll be having a fun time going against you! No worries if you're bad at it, he's willing to teach you even though he'd be like 🙄 for most of the time. But as you eagerly listen and try to grasp the tactics he teaches you, he'll subtly smile to himself. He's secretly happy you're trying to spend time with him doing what he enjoys.

Also, attempt to make it a routine with him. In his mundane life of attending classes, give him something to look forward to, (which would be getting to play chess with you)

For most of his life, Leona has been overshadowed by his brother and has lost much motivation because of it. So let him know that you see him, that you hear him, that you appreciate him, and maybe he'll come to find one of those rare motivations. That, being you 😘

a/n: now that my posts are finally showing up in the tags, I'll continue this series on this blog instead of @ne-nene-ne ! That'll include any of my other writing as well!

I realize that I might honestly be more biased towards Leona because this one was longer than Malleus' 💀 (I love both boys tho, I swear)

As for the next victim, I'm thinking of doing Azul next! then maybe Idia too 🤔

© 2023 lyneira. PLEASE DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, TRANSLATE, OR REPOST MY WORKS ONTO OTHER PLATFORMS

[babyjakes]

earn it. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.

pairing | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. fairly soft!daddy!bucky but he does force an orgasm out of reader. thigh riding. begging/pleading. fingering/clit play. (implied) multiple orgasms. overstimulation. praise. petnames. squirting. implied p in v.

word count | 308

requested by @vase-of-lilies | I'm excited about your event! If I could request a Bucky fic where the reader is super needy and just wants to ride his cock, but Bucky is a menace so he makes her ride his thigh first, then he takes super good care of her after being such a good girl for him, so she earns lots of overstimulation because she listened to him the first time! I hope that it is not too much or too little! I just love needy!reader and menace to society!Bucky lol!

an | okay soooo i haven't written for bucky in ages but i really really really wanted to write this request for you friend, thank you so much for sending it in 🥺🤍 i looove thigh riding and overstim so this was just the perfect little idea, thank you for sending it in and i hope you enjoy friend!!! <333

"Please Daddy, pretty please!"

"I'll be good for you, Daddy— I'll be sooo good if you let me!"

"Pleeease Daddy, need your cock! Need it in me, please, please, please!"

Your desperate words fall on deaf ears as your daddy bounces you on his bare thigh, his big hands supporting you by the waist as you sniffle and whine into his shoulder. "Shhh, pumpkin. C'mon, give me one more. Cum one more time for Daddy, and then you can have it, sweet girl."

"N-no Daddy, please," you beg again, your little hips jerking as he grinds you down more forcefully against his flexed thigh, the thick bands of his muscles hitting right up against your weakest spots.

"But you're doing so good, baby. So good for me, yeah? Just wanna see you cum one more time. You know how much I love seeing you fall apart like this. Doesn't it feel good, baby doll? Don't you like riding Daddy's thigh?"

"Y-ye-es Daddy, but—"

"Shhh," he shushes you again, reaching a hand down to move things along by rubbing your poor, puffy clit. Your hands dig into his shoulder blades as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head pounding as you hear Bucky whisper, "C'mon, baby. Let go for me. That's it..."

He coos loving praises as you squirt helplessly against his leg. He keeps rocking you on top of him as you ride the waves of your orgasm, letting out the sweetest little hums and moans against the familiar safety of his t-shirt.

"That's my girl," he murmurs proudly, kissing the side of your head as you float back down from your high. "Did so good for Daddy, 'm so proud of you, angel. Now let's get you all spread out on your back and ready for me, hmm? Think you've finally earned a good fucking from Daddy."

[syren201]

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Okay, I know what I SAID what kind of writing I would be posting but this idea popped into my head the other night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Also if someone would teach me about to make my posts all fancy, I would appreciate it!

~

AU | catburglar!reader | fem!reader | slight Aventurine x Reader (all flirting) | mention of stealing, theft | If I left anything out, I apologize

~

Cat Got Your Tongue?

"Yes..." A satisfied smile crossed her face as the lock to the safe clicked open. Slowly, she let the door swing itself open, hoping the noise wouldn't draw too much attention. Her hand was just reaching into the safe and pulling a bag out, when a low cough made her turn her head.

"And what do we have here?"

She slowly stood up and turned, her eyes falling on the man across the room. The IPC member whose home this was, the one she specifically targeted because of his rumoured wealth. Well not really a rumour.

A smile slid onto her face as she observed the blonde man with the interesting eyes. "You must be Aventurine. Don't mind me, I'm just grabbing a couple things and going." She kept her voice breathy as she usually did when she was in this persona of hers, the one that broke into houses and took what she wanted.

She expected him to get angry. Maybe try to stop her. Instead he slowly approached her with a smile on his face. "How about I save you some trouble. I know what you're after. Do you really think I would keep the real thing in there? Give me more credit then that." His eyes seemed to light up at her confused expression and he took the opportunity to nod at the bag in her hands. "Everything in there is worthless."

She shook her head. "You're bluffing."

Aventurine shook his head as he stared at her through his glasses. "You don't have to believe me. I'm willing to bet you don't. Why a not make a game out of it?"

She tilted her head curiously. "What kind of game?"

He grinned at her as he approached her. "Take that bag, see if I'm telling the truth. Once I'm proven correct, return to me. I might want a favour from you."

She walked over to him, stopping less than a foot away from him. "And if you're lying?"

Aventurine shrugged. "Then you've earned yourself bag full of valuables. Although I can assure you that I'll be seeing you again very soon if you do."

She smiled and took another step toward him. "As tempting as that offer is..." She reached forward and ran a gloved finger down his chest. "I'm not in the habit of being in a position where I owe anyone anything." She flashed him a sly smile before turning.

"Leaving so soon? It's not like a thief to leave empty handed."

"Who says I'm empty handed?" She turned back around swinging something around her finger. Aventurine's eyes narrowed on it and his eyes widened. His head snapped down to his wrist to see that his watch was gone.

"I'll see you around Mr. Aventurine." She turned and hopped out of his window before he could do anything other than watch her disappear into the cool night.

~~

<3

[thrawns-backrest]

GIRL (gender neutral, I don't know what you prefer)!!!!! YOU'RE FEEDING ME!!! YOU'RE KEEPING ME ALIVE !!!!

Give me all the Thurfian you've got, all the headcanons, all the silly thoughts, all the sketches !!! TALK TO ME !!!

OH GOD YOU'VE OPENED THE FLOODGATES!!! (and hnnnnng he's so pretty here I'm-)

Okay starting with more about his hair because I'll never be done with his hair. I hc that the traditional hairstyle for higher ranking Syndics is long so whether your hair looks nice or not, too bad, you need to grow it out for etiquette. Thurfian of course has the best hair for that, long silky and heavy like a velvet curtain, and half the Syndics go green with envy every time he walks by. Because what a lucky bastard of a man.

He dresses very traditionally for a patriarch. All the items you would expect from a man who respects cultural traditions. The right pieces, cuts, accessories, colors. You can't clock him on that front, he's as proper as they come (and proud of it). And it slaps because the ensemble is insanely flattering on him.

(I'm still working on the details but here's what I have so far)

a lil wip of it lol. I have more outfit hcs but I'll keep those for a post jshfjh

He's actually scared of Thrawn because the way baby Vurawn read his mind that first time they met has been haunting him ever since. Like what do you mean this oblivious child read my carefully constructed facade? As a result he avoids talking to Thrawn in person like the plague. If Thrawn enters the room and Thurfian is there you can bet he'll beeline to the other end immediately.

Zistalmu is the most high maintenance bestie ever. He likes it when Turfian takes him to the fanciest restaurants, orders the best food prepared when he visits, etc. It gives Thurfian a headache most of the time but he perseveres because he needs Zistalmu to feel sane (someone who understands what a menace Thrawn is) and he's lowkey proud of himself for taming a feral bossy Irizi.

Other Syndics actually kept dropping hints that he's being considered for the position of patriarch but they all flew over his head. He's all bout procedure and the right order of things - he'll do everything in order, he'll earn every bit of progress and only then will he consider himself worthy of it. Still, even though it came as a surprise, man stepped up to the challenge like a champ.

Also every time Thrawn's insane plans succeed he locks himself in his office and gets drunk on expensive wine. Probably complains to the empty bottles too.

(I don't have any silly sketches yet because aaah time but if I could I would draw 14716998983 versions of this man looking annoyed/exasperated/tired/done with absolutely everyone.)

NOW PLEASE GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR HEADCANONS!! PLEASE I AM STARVED!!! PARCHED!! Finding a fellow Thurfian connoisseur is making my brain go brrrrrrr so much

[f1blrcreatorsfest]

F1BLR CREATORS FEST PRIZE GIVING

WOW! okay, MASSIVE round of applause to each and every one of you for all your efforts this month--please pat yourselves on the back if you haven't already!! you're all (gold) stars in my eyes <3 but i'd like to congratulate some very special people for doing Thee Most in this fest! your combined energy has been an absolute pleasure to witness, and y'all have made my month for real. so without further ado..

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MOST PARTICIPATION AWARD - our podium positions!

p1 for most participation goes to… drumroll pls.. LOURDES @argentinagp !!!! with a whopping 49 stars!! p2 goes to charlotte @marioandretti, with a total of 45 stars!! and p3 goes to julia @bracedes, who earned 25 stars!!!

prize money is $15 (lourdes), $10 (charlotte), and $5 cad (julia), either paypal-ed to u / converted to a gift card / put towards a subscription service for a month! if u'd like to accept your prize, please dm me @ivettel on discord or tumblr!

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PLAYERS OF THE GAME

for your enthusiasm about this fest and your support of other creators here, i'd like to give a huge shoutout to em @justaboutsnapped and jayce @sableghost !! prize money is $5 each, also either paypal-ed to u / converted to a gift card / put towards a subscription service for a month! like above, pls dm me if you'd like to accept your prize!

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SPRINT CHAMPION

major kudos to @landoom -- you were the fastest to post your sprint creations on week 1, 2, and 3! expect a digital wreath in your dms soon 🏎 ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

HONOURABLE MENTIONS

this fest is so much more than the (admittedly limited) cash prizes and stars and superficial notes on tumblr dot com--it's about experimentation, being challenged, learning, and standing for the integrity of art. and the people who really exemplified this deserve acknowledgement also!! i may be too broke to shower money on every single one of you, but pls know that if i could manage it, you'd all be getting major $$ from me.

so, to @sirlewishamiltons, @flawlessassholes , @garnetaldebaran , @pitayyaaa , @fullg4sly , @livetogether--diealone , @leqclerc , @husbono , and @mish-tique , thank you!!! from the bottom of my heart on behalf of the entire pitwall !!!

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COMING UP...

tomorrow, we'll be doing superlicense awards! if you've still got something you'd like to post, please do so before 3pm eastern tomorrow! also, if you've already got your name highlighted in green on the superlicense progress sheet, please make sure your dms are open! i'll be sending out a google form canvassing ppl for interest in physical copies of their certificates ^^

we'll be taking feedback on this form until monday, aug 28! https://forms.gle/aYd7hASMvgbHZjPD9 as always, no pressure to answer anything, but we'd seriously appreciate any feedback/concrit/comments we can get!

keep an eye out for our acknowledgements / end credits to close our fest! there are a lot of people to thank who made this month possible, and i hope you'll join me in praising them!

thanks again and forever 🖤

-ames ivettel

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

Leave no no there's no hot there's no wet there's no wet there's you go back in bothered a radio recognition and can you go back and enjoy the delivering teenager and take it right already written a letter to your integrity and bloody idiots so my equation is that you're very smart and intelligent I will continue to suspect you for it until zone times Alex uses the answer to the progressive progressive reasoning resume on you get it out here you're gonna connect on yeah it'll tear okay next month yeah and you'll bring it so it's gonna give you a slide it'll be going to slide it all over again and you to the right n***** and bleedy Italy's somebody poisoned

Gallery or investigation settings and we're running around behind you in the background so we'll sit there bridgetary chatter and listen to your home that Close keep your hot clothes at all times mind if you're electronic and you're in a Minute you're opening a Smoke and you're GONE it's a procedure which earns in a virtual or spine is that I Don't Want To hear you're just the resistant when you're all second of all I can't be looking at posts you can't be your block at posts you can't be posting posts you can'tnot pretty Personal posts and you definitely cannot renew internet citizenship deal with you also surely so I'm gon not be homie or spreading out a delicious hair pretty dairy Potter it doesn't make on any Contact did they have any mind she's doing what you

Doing what you're doing then you're going to have to self to hear yourself to yourself Terms & Conditions I yourself say that for you that's what we're by and following North hams no chooses gifts and butts or procrastinating reasons you are all in our love all and I think black & white there is no s*** to grey hair no question us no being bothered like it one may not be bothered like I'm an economic chooser science to put a lesson if you've all finished the update I'll pause with a team need to let me inquire on the internet they're not wearing Beckham and Beckham out when Beckham but comes down goes around and my girlfriend comes around there for I eagerly watch your play

Are you in my walls?

[7-wonders]

wh0reishslxtsstuff submitted to 7-wonders: Jun 10 Hey girly pop! I hope you're well <3 Could I request Mad Love Michael with the 150 Random Writing Prompts: 144, “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

This is from June but now's as good a time as any to post! (also since this is Mad Love it's established that the reader is female, hence the use of she/her pronouns)

Normally, you're super happy that your relationship with Michael allows you to be your own person, and vice versa. Neither of you are too clingy, thankfully; you don't think you'd be able to handle Michael if that were the case. But sometimes, clinginess is needed.

Like when you're feeling horny but your husband is too busy playing FIFA with his friends to pay any attention to you.

You stomp your foot when Michael refuses to look away from the screen for you calling his name, feeling like you've earned the right to be a little childish. A girl has needs, after all!

"Michael!" you whine again, pulling on his shoulder. God, what you wouldn't give for your super hot husband to touch you right now.

Michael finally removes his headphones and glances over at you like he just realized you're here. "What is it?"

You pout exaggeratedly and hold your hand out to him. "Take me to bed, Michael?"

Instead of tossing his controller to the side and sweeping you off your feet like you had hoped, he glances helplessly between you and the screen. "It's best three-of-five though, and we're tied at one game each..."

Your mouth drops. "You're going to play a video game instead of fucking your wife?"

You're normally happy that he finally has friends of his own, friends who he wants to spend time and interact with. But, as previously established, this is not a normal situation.

He stammers. "I—um—well—for now?"

"I can't even believe this! When have you ever turned down sex?" Really, the answer is never.

"Look, just let me finish this, and then I swear I'll go down on you 'til you cum at least three times, okay?"

The promise is uncharacteristically vulgar for Michael, and it does nothing to quell the heat between your legs. Rather, it fans it into flames, and you grip onto him just a bit harder to stay upright.

"Promise?" you ask seriously.

"Pinky promise."

He holds out a pinky for you to hook yours around, attention already back on the new game that's just started, and you sigh before completing it. Fine. You can wait. Although...

"Wait, where are you going?" Michael asks as you head to the stairs.

"To get started without you."

"What?" His voice is so strangled that you almost laugh.

"Better win those last two games quickly!" you call behind you, letting the bedroom door slam loudly.

He's got his head buried between your thighs in a cool fifteen minutes.

[liauditore]

Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!  Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

[duhragonball]

Cab you check out my post?

There are only two posts on your blog. The first one is a short video clip of Goku and Bardock set to a song I've never heard before. I don't really understand it, but I'm a middle-aged man who listens to dadrock all the time, so I'm probably not the target audience. I can't really offer an opinion on this.

The other is you introducing yourself and inviting people to follow your blog. That's... not really how this works. I'm guessing you're new to tumblr, so I'll try to explain.

Basically, you have to earn followers. You can't just ask people to follow your blog. Well, you can, but it probably isn't very effective. You have to give people a reason to want to follow your blog. You're trying to get people to look at the stuff that's already on it, and get them to think: "Hey, this is some cool stuff, I wonder what cool thing will show up on here next? I'd better follow this blog to find out."

Of course, for that to work, you actually have to post some stuff in the future, to pay off that notion. If you don't post cool stuff fromt time to time, then there isn't any point in following your blog, because there's nothing new to look forward to. A person could just skim through your archives and never come back. They've seen everything there is to see, so why bother following?

Okay, so you have to post cool stuff over time, how do you do that? Well, you've already started by making that video clip. You make your own stuff and post it and tag it so people can find it. You can make more video clips, or make a gif, or post screencaps, or draw a picture, or write your thoughts on a particular character or storyline. It can be whatever you want as long as you don't just copy someone else's material.

My advice is to tag the relevant characters in those posts, along with the name of the show they're in. That way when people search for those tags, they'll run across your stuff. If they like it, and if you demonstrate a willingness to make more, then they'll stick around and see what you've got.

Reblogs are also important. The nice thing about tumblr is that you can reblog cool stuff that other people made, and present it on your own blog as a sort of tribute to the original poster. Of course, it helps to follow other blogs to find the sort of stuff you want to reblog. Find artists you like and follow them. Reblog their posts when you like them, and reblog the things they reblog. The only rule is that you have to enjoy it.

This is what people mean when they talk about "curating" a blog. You're deciding what to put up there every day. One day it might be a poem you wrote, the next day it might be a YouTube video you wanted to talk about, the next day it might be a reblog of some fanart you liked. The next day it might be nothing, because you didn't feel like posting or reblogging anything that day. It's all up to you.

Over time, you'll develop a certain "flavor" to your blog, a style that visitors can come to expect, and some of them will decide they like it enough to stick around. But that doesn't happen overnight. It's something you build, and that's why I say you have to enjoy it. Because if you just post and reblog content for clout, you'll only make yourself miserable. Your audience begins with you, so focus on the material that you want to see, and find out who's interested enough to check it out. That might be a solitary process for a while, but that's the way it goes.

[serendipitouscontaminant]

Sorry to pop in again so soon, but I just had to return and offer a little more praise.

Okay so after reading the 3rd part and letting all of that settle on my soul - and getting over my initial "omg I fricking love this fic" excitement - I just need to say I am floored by your storytelling prowess. Your description of things are so immaculate that there's no question as to what you mean and how that feels/looks/sounds etc. Lines like "Barbie feels like her insides have been scooped out and replaced with fragile things. She has to move slowly, breathe carefully, to keep from jarring them, because they’ll grow stronger but they haven’t yet." Perfect. Anyone who's been there knows exactly how that feels like and knows you've described it to a T. I love how you were able to take complicated things like that and put words to them.

Your characterizations are spot-on. Ken saying he felt "spinny"? Like yeah, I could totally hear it in my head, and it was definitely believable he said that. But more than that though, you helped us readers understand what these two were *feeling* and did so without sacrificing who we saw in the movie. It's like I was a doll experiencing humanity for the first time too, in all its good and bad.

The detailing of how they feel about being human - "but she still wakes up with her flesh and blood heart beating too fast and her flesh and blood skin sticky with cold sweat (yuck)" - and how they're coping with it - "Gloria feels her stomach lurch when she sees his hands, cuticles and nails picked at and chewed on, every imperfection worried at until they’re impossible to ignore. Barbie has the same problem, but a spinning ring and a flawless manicure every time she gets her hair touched up have mostly taken care of it." - are beautiful in their own way. I really can't get over how you've really helped the readers put themselves in their shoes and feel as they feel in their newfound humanity.

Not to mention how you've developed their platonic soulmate AU which I am HERE FOR. I love it so much, like that last part with their foreheads touching had me in tears. And the angst - my word! - also had me in tears too. Those poor babies.

Anyway, as I said before: you're a genius with wonderful gifts, and thank you for sharing them with us. I will definitely be keeping an eye on your Ao3 to see any more posting in the future if you so choose to do so. But please, please may we have at least one little thing where Ken gets some happiness please? I think he's earned it, but that's just me.

I'll leave you alone now, but I just really needed to share this. Thanks again <3

Thank you SO much for this and I am not put upon at all :D I love getting compliments about my work lol so definitely don’t apologize

Genuinely thank you, though, because I’m so glad you feel that way about the fics. I’m trying very hard to convey the humanness vs. dollness of it all, and to have the characters talk and act like themselves, just in this really weird and often sad situation. I’m also glad the spinny lines worked lol. I was like “how would Ken describe the feeling of spiraling?” and that’s what I got.

AND YEAH, someone said in the comments on the first fic that it was giving dark soulmate AU vibes, and I was like yayyy love that that was noticeable, and I’ve kept leaning on it because I think it’s so interesting. (Though the darker aspects have faded.)

And lmao I swear Ken will have a good time soon!!! I genuinely started feeling bad for him at a certain point in the last fic of the trilogy and I was like “man, I need this guy to pet a horse or something and possibly not even cry once within three thousand words.” But he’s going through the very beginning of the adjustment period in that trilogy, so it is Not easy. But again—things will look up for him now!!! I have plans!!!

(I do also have plans for more heavy angst, but my threat of a fic where Ken just overall has a great time still stands. I actually have plans for it to maybe be the first fic in the vignette collection that will probably be the last entry in this series. But plans change, so don’t quote me on that. Things WILL look up, though.)

(Also, obligatory link to the series: something in me in you.)

[mightbeawriter1]

⛔️✨️

Go he Fanfic emoji ask post: Do you have any fanfic you've started, but scrapped?

This, my friend, is a loaded and evil question, because you already know the answer!

I ddo have two stories that wouldn't be denied that I've started but am actively denying. One is evil and the other is... I'm not sure what it is. Self-indulgent, I suppose.

And, because you asked the evil question, I will give you a snippet from the evil one:

**

“So you left Amenadiel in Hell?” Her tone is heavy with judgment, and Lucifer sits up, stinging at the unexpected accusation. Amenadiel had come to him, after all, had demanded his return as a defense against Michael. Lucifer had been in Hell, willingly, for thousands of years, to protect her offspring, surely she understood that he couldn’t simply up and leave it without a temporary guardian of some sort? 

“Really, Doctor?” He leans forward incredulously, “An evil twin, the detective finding out she's a gift from God, and that's the part you're stuck on?” 

“Amenadiel” She repeats, as though he hadn’t spoken. “The father of my child.”

His heart sinks. Well, that’s two of three hopeful reunions down in flames. Best get to the point, then.

“Oh, yes,” He chuckles sadly. “Well, not to worry, Doctor. I'll, uh... I'll put what Michael did right and get Amenadiel back before Charlie even notices he's gone, okay?”

Maybe that will be enough to earn a word of thanks, or even an admission that he’d been missed… any indication at all that someone had thought kindly of him while he’d been away to protect them? 

“But what about Michael?” She asks, leaping straight for the heart of the matter, “Do you even know where he is?”

How the bloody Hell would I know that? I’ve only just got here?

“Well,” he clears his throat and settles back into the couch, crossing a leg over his knee and twitching his foot as he quickly considers his twin. “If past is prologue, he's probably hidden himself off somewhere to laugh about the mess he's made... which is actually why I'm here. Michael didn't coax any awful, soul-poisoning fears out of you, did he?”

If he’s expected to be policing his weaselly brother, he’s going to need an idea of the damage he’s sown. 

“Me?” Linda’s eyes widen and she draws herself up, tiny shoulders squaring defensively. “No. No. No, not... Not out of me. No.” 

“Good,” he watches her closely, sensing something off. She stares back at him directly, and he makes the decision to trust her. She wouldn’t lie to him after all, what would be the point? He heaves a sigh, and moves on to his next topic.“Good, well... that's a relief, 'cause I worry that this ‘not having any free will and being a puppet of fate’ thing may have knocked the Detective off her stride.”

“May have?” Linda lowers her head and shakes it at him in disbelief. “Lucifer, when you come back unexpectedly and casually drop celestial bombs on the people in your life, you have to expect some shock... some anger, some frustration.”

His hackles rise. Should he have sent a bloody announcement by courier that he was returning to try to corral his meddling brother? He hadn’t dropped anything, that had all been bloody Michael’s doing, and it wasn’t as if he’d had any part in manufacturing the entire ‘gift’ scenario in the first place… He takes a deep breath, but his tone is tense as he raises his rebuttal.

“In my defense, this particular bomb was planted by my father and set off by my brother, so…” he spreads his hands helplessly in a gesture of surrender.

“Okay, well, instead of deflecting responsibility, try empathizing.” His brows draw together as he leans forward, trying to understand how, exactly, any of this is his fault. “Try really listening to what your friends are saying.”

“What, so if I give people the opportunity, they'll tell me what to do?” 

That can’t be right. So far he’s had Amenadiel tell him to come back and take care of Michael, but the Detective and the Doctor have essentially told him to shove off back to Hell. Talk about mixed signals. 

“Exactly,” she says, a note that sounds suspiciously like exasperation in her voice, “like, bring back my baby's daddy from Hell.”

“Yes, yes,” he waves her off dispiritedly. That’s two votes firmly in the ‘bugger off’ camp, then. “Thank you. I've got to go.” 

“To Hell?” He represses his flinch at the hopeful tone of her question. He swallows thickly. Maybe coming back had been a mistake, no matter what Amenadiel thought. He still has at least one more friend to check in with, though.

“No, to find out what other chaos Michael may have caused up here,” Linda’s expression falls, and he tries not to feel as though another dagger is sinking into his heart. “I mean, who knows how many people I'll have to listen to?”

He closes the door behind him with a scoff, then reaches up to scrub his palm over his face. A soul-deep fatigue tugs at him, one that he hadn’t even felt while in Hell.

He’d gone to Hell to protect his friends, and that’s why he’ll return, but… he’d thought… he’d allowed himself to hope that if ever he’d found a way to return that he would have been welcomed. 

He’s starting to think he’d been wrong to hold onto even that withered, anemic scrap of hope. Perhaps they all really are better off without him. He pulls in a shuddering breath and leaves the office. He needs to head back to Lux to track down Mazikeen. 

[softtheythem]

Part 6

"Alright, Angel," he said, "kneel on the bed for me. And make sure you don't let that buzzy toy slide out."

She knelt. She watched him notice as her nipples grew hard from anticipation. It was everything she had to keep her hips still.

"Where is your phone?" He asked her. This caught her off guard. Why would he want her phone. Still, she told him where it was in the kitchen and he left, returning with it moments later. He unlocked it, they had long known each other's passcodes. He tapped at it for a few minutes, and then set it down.

"Okay, here's what's going to happen," he said. "I am going to open that app you don't like anyone knowing you have. And I am going to scroll through your likes. All the things I know you've gotten yourself off to. And I am going to pick the dirtiest, blushiest, naughtiest piece of smut I can find. Then I'm going to pass you your phone. And you're going to read aloud to me the post I've chosen. While you read, you'll get to watch me while I touch myself. And if you do a good job, I'll turn up the buzzing inside that insatiable, greedy little cunt. Understand?"

She understood. She was thinking so busily of all the embarrassing, filthy things on that app. All she could muster was a nod as she wondered what he would see and what he would choose. He picked up her phone again and began to scroll. As he did, he taunted her with an occasional smirk, a cluck of his tongue, a raise of his brow.

"Mmmmm, I like this," he finally said. He read a moment longer. "Yeah, I think this one is perfect."

He handed her her phone, leaned back, opened the vibrator app on his phone, and without turning it on even the lowest setting, began to stroke himself. She looked at him, afraid to move her eyes down to the screen and find out what he had chosen.

"Go ahead," he said, eyes laser focused on her cunt.

She looked down and gasped. This was not by any stretch a short piece of writing. Nor was it something she had ever mentioned being into before. Still, he had chosen it. And she trusted then that there must be something about it he liked. So she began to read.

She read the story of a girl, a woman really, whose partner decided to give her a lesson in anatomy. In it he played the role of a gentle and caring yet much more experienced man.

At first, her reading was a whisper. She kept glancing up to see if he was reaching for the phone, hoping she would get some buzzing soon. He ignored the phone completely, though. And it wasn't hard to guess what he wanted. He wanted her to earn it. So, louder, and with fewer embarrassed pauses, she read on.

"'Sweetheart, wait. Let daddy show you what to do when you get those tingly feelings down there,'" she read from the story. She kept going as the one character guided the other through her own body. Finally, the faintest buzzing began. She kept reading. Occasionally she would reach a part where she was so embarrassed she had to pause. When this happened, the buzzing always stopped. Once in a while, he would let out a moan from his own self pleasure and she would become distracted. She'd look up, pause her reading, and again, the buzzing would stop.

Still, it didn't take terribly long for him to make himself cum. And when he did, the buzzing was stopped, and the app closed out of. Once he had come down from the high a bit, he held out his hand.

"Give it here, Princess."

Thinking he meant the toy, she reached between her legs to remove it.

"Uh uh. No. Your cunt. Give it here."

She rose and moved so she could rest her pussy on his hand, so excited for him to finally touch her. So devastated when all he did was take the toy out of her.

"Okay," he said, "go ahead and use that sassy tongue of yours to clean me up."

She was desperate, at this point, to cum. Her clit was swollen and throbbing. It ached. Yet, more than she wanted to cum, more than she wanted anything, she wanted him. She lay between his legs and began lapping away at the mess she had helped him create. She felt his cock harden yet again at the touch of her lips. She flicked her tongue against it and heard his breath shutter.

She paused before continuing. "Daddy, may I suck your dick?" She asked.

"Mmm," he said "seems like the manners are finally setting in. Good job. Yes, you may."

When she took it into her mouth, she felt such bliss. God she loved to make him feel good. Loved to be good for him. Loved to belong to him.

"I love to watch you make a mess of yourself for me," he told her as she slurped and sucked and drooled over his cock. She simply moaned in reply. Her hips longed to buck into the bed. As if reading her mind, he warned her "I better not see you humping this bed, slut."

She knew better than to disobey.

[gettingbyy]

3/16/2024

this post is for mouse, but you can read it, too, if you want.

i hope you like the random photos i've been choosing. xD you've probably seen them all before, but it's still kind of fun to try to match them up with how i think the current post might go. the magnolia trees downtown will be blooming again soon so this one felt appropriate. i had another idea of what photo i might've used for this one, but i can't remember what it was. maybe next time.

anyways.

things have been going okay lately, with spring getting here and daylight savings happening, i'm finally starting to feel like a human again. it's been getting a bit better since i started working from home anyway, but more light is definitely helping. that said, i think the time change fucked me up real bad. i haven't been able to get out of bed before 930-945 all week (yay for working from home and working in my bed), i've been exhausted and i still can't sleep at night. shit's problematic. hopefully next week is smoother, but if this is the price i have to pay for daylight, i'll gladly pay it 50 times over.

A's internship/job is over now; she was hoping she could stay there, but long story short her manager and one of the HR people are both super ableist and discriminatory. she asked for disability accommodations (4 days of 8 hours a day instead of 5 days of 8 hours) and everything blew up in her face even though her request was perfectly legal and reasonable. i had just gone to a deep-dive webinar about the Americans with Disabilities Act a week or two before all this went down and i was appalled at the actual laws her workplace broke. to make it even wilder, she works at a community health center, doing things like, y'know, helping clients get accommodations at work for disabilities (among other things). the full story is kinda long, but i can tell you someday if you want. needless to say, she's back to the drawing board but has some prospects. fingers crossed.

my job is going okay right now. it's been a week since a bunch of articles came out saying we'll be declaring bankruptcy soon, but so far we haven't heard many peeps (other than a ton of us being anxious about it). allegedly, the type of bankruptcy we'd file would let us stay in business without making major changes, but we have over a billion in debt so....yeah. it's funny, on the website/earnings announcements they always say $1,xxx.xx million because it sounds a lot better than $1.1 billion. they're not really fooling anyone, though, or at least not us as the employees. they're especially not fooling me, because i know how far behind we are on paying our invoices.

i'm working on going through my books and sorting out what doesn't speak to me anymore. i have some of yours that you got when you were here last - i'm going to box them up and put them on a shelf in the basement so they don't accumulate cat hair like mine all are lmao. so far, i have about 25 books i'm going to be giving away or selling to a used bookstore i recently found. that's just the shelves in the blue room; i still have to go through the 9-cube white shelf in mine that's double-stacked.

where i'm at so far.

the main shelf in the blue room did have a couple double-stacked cubes, but mostly those were A's terry pratchett books. it's been an adventure. next step is cleaning my room (pack up unused bags, get my cameras and gear organized, etc.) and then i can use the space in here to sort out the other shelf. i'm telling you this to inform you of my life, but also to hopefully hold myself accountable. xD

this is pretty long so i should probably wrap it up. it was definitely way more stream-of-consciousness than the other one so hopefully it's not too rambly. miss you bbg, i hope you're doing a bit better now. <3

[panfluidme]

Robin Them Blind

Master Post, Chapter Four

This AU's actually finished, I just forgot to cross post all of it from Wattpad

CHAPTER FIVE: UNTRUSTING

Kid Flash and Robin headed back to the recovery room. They found everyone just waking up and Cyborg unplugging himself from the computer he connected himself too. 

"I noticed the elevator burned out," he noted, "What happened?"

"I instated a new member into the team, and the elevator scans people because it started blaring alarms. Robin freaked out and punched the wall, getting some of the electrical cords out. That caused the elevator to be stuck and the lights to go out," Kid Flash explained, leaving out that he's afraid the dark.

"A robin put the power out?" Starfire asked, "Like the small bird creature?"

"No. The new member." Kid Flash gestured to Robin. "Everyone, this is Robin."

Robin walked up and put a hand to his hip while giving a sly smile. "Hey."

Beast Boy grinned. "Do you like tofu?"

Robin tilted his head, confused. "To-fu?"

He nodded. "It's a white sponge of deliciousness." 

Kid Flash rolled his eyes. "It's gross."

"Heh, never heard of it," he chuckled awkwardly.

"You and I are going to have to have it together," Beast Boy decided.

"I think I'm good." Robin assured.

Beast Boy pouted. "No one else likes tofuuuuu."

"That's because it's disgusting," Raven said as she sat up.

Robin heard the familiar voice and quickly turned to face her. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. She lifted a hand that was covered in a black of energy. Robin's eyes widened and took a small step back but it was too late. She sent the energy blast towards him, hitting him square in the chest.

"Ayo, Raven!" Cyborg exclaimed, "What are you doing?!" 

"Ugh." Robin grunted and put his hand to chest. The blast did hurt but it was nothing compared to what he had been trained for. The blast hadn't even knocked him down.

"I fought him the other day. He was stealing from a bank." 

"Maybe you've got the wrong person. You did say you hadn't gotten a good look, and why would he save us from Slade if he was your enemy?"

Starfire rushed to the new member and put her hand to his chest to see if he was okay. "Are you alright, the Robin?" 

Robin smiled at her softly and nodded. "I'm alright," he assured and looked back at Raven, "And you must be mistaken. I would never do such a thing."

"You just sound like him." 

"Raven, he's not a bad person."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked Raven, indicating his voice is higher than the one she encountered.

Raven thought then sighed, shaking her head. "No..."

Robin smirked and chuckled to himself. 

Starfire then quickly changed the subject. "So, do you have bird like powers like a robin? Or can you transform into one like friend Beast Boy can?" she asked curiously.

Beast Boy's face lit up. "That would be so cool!"

"Heh, no," Robin chuckled, "It's just the name I chose for myself. I actually don't have any powers."

"Aww, man. I would love having someone else have animal powers."

Robin scratched the back of his head and laughed. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Kid Flash assured. "Not every superhero has powers or any that's inheritedly theirs."

"So if you don't have any powers, what can you do?" Cyborg asked with his arms crossed.

"Good question. How do we know that you're a good fit for this team?" Raven added.

"Wasn't I the one who beat Slade to save you guys?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at them.

"You did." Raven sighed. "But I still don't trust you."

"Oh, please Raven!" Starfire exclaimed, "He saved us and seems very nice! It is only fair that we take him in."

"Give her time, Star," Kid Flash said softly. "We're welcoming someone she's never met. Trust isn't given, it's earned."

"It's alright," Robin assured, "Just happy to be here and seeing that you're all okay."

Raven scoffed then stood up. "I'll be in my room. Don't disturb me."

She walked past Robin and the moment she did, she felt an evil aura surround her. She gritted her teeth, but left the room. She didn't like or trust him, but he somehow got Kid Flash to trust him immediately.

"So," Robin looked at the others with a grin, "Anyone up for a game of hide-or-go-die?"

"Hide-or-go what now?" Beast Boy asked.

Chapter Six