#rebloging my own art out of desperation lol

[halfmoonstruck]

hi guys just letting you know that i have a sideblog @lv1human that im planning to use semi-regularly from now on for general reblogging purposes!!! so if u happen to see that blog in ur notifs, dont be alarmed, thats me :-)

[6gumi]

scandalous!

synopsis ﹒bllk men reassuring you that all those useless false scandals and fake news online are false ! ( in a rather . . peculiar way than normal reassurance . . <3 )

pairings﹒ michael kaiser, itoshi sae, oliver aiku x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited ( mistakes might be present ) 、 blowie ( oliver aiku ) 、dirty talk 、riding ( michael kaiser ) 、small titplay ( itoshi sae ) 、mentions of cheating but it doesn’t acc happen, promise ! 、v4ginal fingering ( itoshi sae ) 、use of feminine terms ( girl, gf (?) etc) 、 more tba !

note ﹒hello every1 ! ! :,3 wrote this while working on my art project lol ! ! ! first bllk work i believe ? ? i hope there isn’t too many mistakes in this one i’m very very sleepy trying 2 make my art look nice . . :,3 | reblogs r highly appreciated, feel free 2 send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

“come on, mein liebling . . is that really what you’re worried about? i assure you . . these pathetic scandals aren’t true anyways.” with a firm grasp on your hip, he guided you on his cock with such elegance and ease, wanting to fuck all worrying emotions lingering beneath that pretty face of yours. “speak to me, liebling. do you seriously believe all of those rumours going around about me? about us?” his voice was addictive . . your head was completely empty . . filled with nothing but his damn voice. even so, these stupid rumours and scandals . . . as reassuring as he is, you can’t help but think maybe there’s some truth behind those rumours.

sweat glistened his well-fit body and yours, mingling the intoxicating fragrances within the air. squeezing your breasts in his hands with a lick of his lips, his fingers grazed down your spine, grunting at his own sharp and desperate thrusts. you rode him with the same amount of desperation and arousal he had. your passion filled him with both satisfaction and hope . . hope that you believed you were his only, utterly dependent and devoted to you. the blonde’s fingers dug into your soft flesh as every movement brought you both closer into harmony, each groan echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom. “that’s it . . .” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his breathing ragged from exertion. "ride me hard, beautiful.”

your face contorted in pleasure as you slammed yourself down against his cock, feeling the tip kiss your sweet-spots as you struggle to speak up, the mere feeling of his cock was enough to send you to heaven itself ! just then, your mouth opened to speak. “i—it’s not impossible,” you murmured, “what if you’re lying to me . .” “oh baby . . . do you really think i’m not telling the truth?” kaiser’s face grew serious, snapping his hips upwards against your pussy. he relished the feel of your warm body against his, wanting to fuck those precious thoughts out of you. he was telling the truth, those stupid articles . . were only trying to ruin his image. his large hands gripped your hips tighter, his nails practically digging into your skin with a sense of desperation . . wanting to prove himself to you.

“mein liebling . . . seriously. i’m telling the truth. i’m telling the truth when i say this pussy is mine and mine only. and i’m definitely telling the truth when i say this cock is yours to fuck yourself dumb on.”

“ . . you, mein blume . . . have nothing to worry about. my cock belongs to you.”

୨୧ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

“i mean it, [name].” sae whispered against your ear, sending streams of electricity through your spine. his renewed determination to reassure you became his goal for the day, pressing his nose against your neck again, inhaling the scent of your fragrance. he had you seated on his lap, his hardness pressing close against your ass . . . trying his best to hold it in when the time comes. his fingers darted out again, swirling around the sensitive nub. “y—you don’t mean it . .” you protested, which only made things more harder for sae. he hated when you doubt his words, his movements growing more confident and skilled with each passing moment . . mind focused solely on pleasing his pretty girlfriend who was all worried about these articles that weren’t even true.

“i do mean it.” your boyfriend’s heart pounded in his chest, free hand reaching out to touch your breasts. his fingers brushed against your nipples, making them harder than steel. "hm. what can i do to make you believe me?” he grips your hips, pulling you towards him, erection straining against his shorts as he struggled the urges to fuck himself balls deep into your pussy. “those articles aren’t always true, angel-face. i mean it. i’m telling the truth, okay?”

grinding his cock against your lower back, he pushed another finger inside. your walls trembled, gripping his digits with pure vigour, you could almost feel his cock throb ! “mmh.. but the article . . .” your whimpers were music to his ears, pleasure dancing across your face, replacing the looks of uncertainty and concern. an absurd wave of protectiveness washed over sae then— the idea that these people were making up false and uncouth claims and lies filled his heart with sick dissatisfaction. their declaration of his infidelity was another layer to his coldness, he hated all of them, he wanted you and you only . . . was that not obvious ?

“i know, angel, but they’re not true.” he whispered huskily, holding your heavy breasts steady. “fuck . . . you always say such pretty things," he murmured against their your damp hair, fingers lightly grazing down your labia as he thrusted them back in, wanting to make you cum and lose your mind completely. “please, you know those articles are just bullcrap trying to put our relationship at risk. but i’m not letting it happen.” there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes as he pulled out from within you, leaving behind an echo of fullness in your core.

“you know i love you, angel-face. is that in your head yet? or do i have to fuck it into you?”

୨୧ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

“oh fuck . . baby, you’re suckin’ me good.” oliver bit back a grunt, eyes drifting shut. he was supposed to be reassuring your pretty little head that he only had eyes for you, but it feels too fucking good. too tempting. he hoped and prayed you wouldn’t blame him later for wanting your mouth. the way your wet heat surrounds him sends him in a frenzy . . . your tongue swirling and dancing around was enough to drive him absolutely insane, he wanted to push your head down further onto his dick, thrust inside and give you all of him . . show you just how truthful he was being at this moment. “m—mmf . . listen baby, all those articles are just tryna’ ruin people’s images of me, of us. they ain’t real and will never be, kay?”

the sensation of your soft mouth enveloping him sends electricity straight to his body, wanting more of your mouth. desire raced through his veins, drowning out rational thought. your warm breath, soft moans . . he can hear all, feel every stroke of your tongue. your small sobs, and even those pretty tears. ohh . . . those tears. he loves them. gripping the armrest, fighting to maintain control. your precious tears streaming down your face . . . it only aroused him further, his dick twitching in your mouth.

you sniffled, trying your best to accommodate his size. “baby, i’m really telling the truth. all those cheating rumours . . . those pictures are photoshopped— ah fuck . . baby you gotta’ believe me.” oliver groaned loudly, mouth curling into a satisfied yet concerned smile as he watched his dick go in and out of your lips, his hips slowly moving on their own as he slammed himself against you, forcing you to take more of his cock. “i’m tellin’ ya, baby doll,” his voice rasped hoarsely in the air, swallowing a lump in his throat. “does my cock being in ya not prove anythin’? you’re the only one i imagine suckin’ me off so perfectly like this . .”

oliver couldn’t help but grin cheekily at the slurping he heard from you, “damn, you’re takin’ it all, baby. always knew ya were my girl . . never thought i’d end up with such a pretty girl like you . . don’t believe those dumb rumours, kay?” a low groan escaped your beloved boyfriend, hands running through your hair tenderly, guiding your movements until he could take it no longer. “just like that, darlin'. make me yours, again and again."

“can’t wait to be inside ya tonight. provin’ to you that i only want my dick to be inside this pussy.”

[sweetdreamlandstuff]

Let me see

NSFW / Minors don't interact / 18+

Pairing: Kamo Choso x female reader

Summary: Art student Choso losing his mind over you, the beautiful model in his art class

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving)

Words: ~1.900

Notes: Just a sweet little gift for all my Choso fuckers out there lol Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated <3

This is far from the first time for him. Choso’s eyes have glided along countless body shapes, sizes and curves. He’s used to it; to the nudity, the slow peeling off of clothes, in a non-sexual, professional way. 

But since you’ve taken off your clothes his usual professionalism seems to have left his body. You’re not like the other models. At least not for him. You’re different.

You’re stirring something inside of him, as you fix your gaze on one point of the room, body bare, face open and curious. You’re beautiful. Objectively. But for him, for Choso, you’re more. Your whole aura makes him feel like he’s on edge.

His pencil drags along his canvas, drawing along with the other students in the art class. It's quiet, except for the scraping of pencils, and faint comments of the teacher, who’s wandering aimlessly through the room. He wonders if the others can hear his heart racing in his chest. 

He works on the shadows, as he desperately wishes it were his fingers dipping into the shadows of your body instead. Your skin seems so soft, so touchable, your pose so calm, your expression collected. You’re truly ethereal.  

Choso tries to concentrate, working on his study, sketching and blurring until he is somehow satisfied - although he knows no painting will ever do your beauty justice.

He hopes no one notices how greedily his eyes drag along your silhouette, how desperately he wishes that instead of his pencil dragging along the canvas, it would be his fingers dragging along your curves. 

When his gaze rests too long on you he nervously shifts his attention back to the canvas in front of him, blocking the view of you. He tries to ignore the way his blood runs hot through his veins with every sight of you. His heart nervously tugs in his chest every time he takes you in. He feels weak at how he’s fallen prey to you, his body acting on his own. 

Others wouldn’t even notice what is going through him, Choso’s expression is as neutral and stoic as ever. When he excuses himself to go to the toilet, no one would ever suspect it's because of you. Because you almost make it hard for him to breathe or because his dick strains so hard against the confinement of his pants. 

Choso on the other hand can’t comprehend how the others can’t notice. The reflection of his black eyes stares back at him deliriously, knuckles turning white as his hands grab the sink tightly. His breathing is erratic and shallow, his blood running hotly through his veins. 

He ignores the throbbing of his cock, trying to deepen his breath as he focuses his thoughts on everything - everything other than you. He loses track of time, of how long it takes for him to pull himself together. 

When he enters the classroom again he’s taken aback. Seems like he has allowed himself too much time. The class had ended. One of his classmates rushes past him, shooting him a polite smile before Choso is all alone with you.

You’re clad in a kimono now, the delicate fabric slightly swaying across your ankles as you turn around.

The line of your gazes connected, just for a moment before Choso quickly averts his. Your gaze hit him hard and sweet, making his heart tug nervously in his chest as if he hasn’t just spent minutes trying to calm himself down. 

He inhales sharply through his nose, returning to his seat. His unfinished painting stares back at him, causing him discontent. 

“I can pose for you for another 10 minutes.”

His eyes snap up, peering past his canvas, resting on yours. A soft, almost shy smile plays around your lips. Your voice has a soothing tone, alluring. 

“No. No, you don’t have to,” he stammers, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. You’re so affectionate, so attentive.

“I can also do another pose,” you propose. 

Choso knows that he shouldn’t say yes. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate, wouldn’t be able to paint like he usually does - without emotion, only caring about his study. But he’s so powerless, succumbing to your enchantment. 

“Alright, I’ll be quick.”

He has to swallow hard as you lose your kimono, folding it away before you strike your pose. Like earlier right in front of him, sitting on the chair, one leg over the other, staring to the right. 

You slightly tilt your head, “Like this?”

It’s an honor to paint you from every angle. Nonetheless, he takes long strides over to you. The sudden lack of proximity has his palms dampening, pulse racing, as his eyes trail across your features.  

And it’s no different for you. He practically looms over you, taking up your entire line of sight. It’s a little bit unexpected. You gulp, his blown-out pupils take your words away.

He gestures for you to move further to the right on the chair, positioning yourself more diagonally. When he orders a further correction you don’t seem to get what he’s saying, too caught up with processing the closeness you find yourself to him. 

“Can I?”

You nod. His fingertips trace along your bare skin, causing shivers to rise. The touch doesn’t seem to leave him cold either, you can feel it; the slight, but noticeable trembling of his hands.

Choso positions you how he desires; his hands circling your wrist, putting it close to your waist, the other hanging loosely on your side. His fingertips glide along your jawline before he slightly angles your face towards him. You have no other choice but to look at him. 

The way he watches you, eyes hazed over with lust, is borderline feral. You swallow against the dryness of your mouth. 

You’re not sure if he even knows what he’s doing, it just seems like he just wants to press his hands onto you, with no end goal, no plan. You shudder at the brush of his fingertips against your skin.

Both of you forgot all about the painting, the only thing that is important now is his hot hands on you. His palms glide along your sides before they rest on your thighs. His figure encompasses you fully now, you bask in his warmth, his scent. 

You think he must hear it, the way your heart beats against your ribcage and your shallow, fast breathing. 

But his gaze is laced with uncertainty, an almost pleading, questioning look in his dark eyes. Apparently, he has no idea that he has you in the palm of his hand, quite literally. 

Choso hesitates once his hands smooth over your thighs. 

His voice is barely above a whisper, so low you hardly understand him. “Let me see.”

A little gasp drops past your lips and you’re not sure how a complete stranger has such a command over you. 

You open your legs for him, slowly, deliberately. 

He sinks down to his knees, practically facing your slick pussy. You can feel his breath against your skin.

For one hour you stood naked in front of a dozen of people. Yet, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this exposed. 

You’re about to close your legs again, but his hands dig into your soft flesh, halting your movement.

“Please, can I?” His voice almost breaks, dripping with need.

You’re not sure what exactly he asks for, but you comply willingly. You nod eagerly, as he peers up at you, his gaze hazed over with lust.

The meeting of his lips on your skin draws a strained gasp from you. He worships you, pressing feathery kisses onto your thighs, first paying attention to one thigh and then to the other. Slowly he works his way to your core. Your hands grip the edge of your seat, your heart beating so violently against your chest it may spring out of it.

Your skin burns where he touched you, the anticipation of having him where you need him the most nearly breaking you apart. The air hits your slick vulva, making apparent how feverishly you desire him. 

You slightly arch your back in an instinctual search for more. He complies eagerly, and as you feel his tongue lazily tracing along your pussylips you let out a low, relieved sigh. He groans at your taste, his hands grabbing at the meat of your thighs. 

He works awfully slow, licking slow stripes up your slit, carefully veering around your clit. You slightly rut into his face, making him hum against your core, the low vibrations of it making you gasp. Your thighs were already becoming slick with your arousal.

His hands tighten around your thighs, holding himself back, restraining himself from giving you his all. Choso has you squirming with anticipation. 

“Please,” you hum, snaking a hand down to tug on his black hair. 

And again, he complies. He licks at your clit, lazily, almost teasingly. A breathless moan drops from your parted lips. The sound travels straight to his cock, throbbing desperately in his taut pants. 

You gasp in surprise as he moves, letting your legs rest on his broad shoulders, holding your waist to stop you from falling off the edge of the chair. 

He buries his face between your thighs greedily. All his teasing patience has subsided. His tongue laps at your folds and lips, with an almost brutal pace. Your hands tug harder at his hair once his lips seal around your clit, sucking hard. 

You whine desperately, your eyes almost rolling back to your skull. Finally, you have what you’ve longed for. 

He works like that, his tongue draws circles around your clit, sucking, lapping at your drenched folds, coaxing you into bliss. It almost sounds obscene, so wet, the way his face meets your messy, dripping pussy. He makes you feel so good, so unbelievably good.

Your eyes were half-lidded, your head was thrown back, until you felt him retreating. You perk up. His warm breath fans over your wet pussy, your soft pants and moans filling up the quiet room.

“Choso.” 

You look at him dumbfounded, brain clouded with lust. “What?” 

“My name. It’s Choso. You should know who makes you feel this good,” he murmurs sheepishly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he looks at you tenderly through his half-lidded eyes.

You let out a surprised laugh, which bleeds into a high-pitched whine as he buries his face between your legs once more. 

You moan his name, letting it roll off your leaden tongue tentatively, causing him to groan desperately against you. 

You meet his eyes, as he circles your entrance. He moves impossibly closer, fucking you with his tongue. His face becomes blurred as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. 

He flips his tongue on your puffy clit, before he sucks hard, having you call out his name as you tip over the edge.

You cum, hard. The whole tension that has been building up before discharges at this moment. 

Your thighs squish around his messy face as he guides you through your high with his skilled mouth. 

His name drops from your parted lips, again and again, like a prayer. He holds you steady with his large hands, as your whole body trembles. 

When he lets go of you, his face is drenched. The look of reverence in his eyes as he peers up at you makes your chest swell with affection. 

You let out a breathy, nervous chuckle. “Nice to meet you, Choso.”

©sweetdreamlandstuff

[ballcrusher74]

hello. are you. perhaps 👉👈 willing to talk about the inspector/faux. ive only seen cool arts and no context so im rather curious.

OK!!! I actually love rambling about my ocs so small questions like this make me day. I just get nervous LOL But! I will say, there's gonna probably be a bit I'm leaving out because it does involve my friends' characters and it's still an on-going thing atm (we tend to roleplay on lethal company as our guys. btw the oc group is called Cleanup Crew ! it explains the recent reblogs and new tags I've added on posts with this guy) AND this does also involve my own little interpretations of in-game mechanics and other things, but otherwise, I'll get the rest of him down!

Inspector, also originally known by the name of Terrance Conroy (or Terry), was a typical scavenger working under 'The Company' after a couple rough times on his home planet. (This information isn't necessarily set in stone, but the idea of him being a washed-up rock star before quitting his passion to get a job that pays his rent has been bouncing around in my brain.) He used to be a normal guy, trying to find a little hope in his desperate situation, and was a social butterfly. He tend to bounce from crew to crew, sometimes staying in some for only a couple days, and some for months. He was a very careful man, and looked out for his fellow crew members.

And then, one day, his first death on the job happens.

But instead of being greeted by a bright white light at the end of a tunnel, or complete pitch darkness, he appears on the ship again- completely physically fine.

This.. confuses him at first, yet he continues on.

And then he dies again. And again, and again. Over and over, the more deaths he's endured, the more he comes to a morbid realization that he can't truly die, nor can those around him. He tries to keep this truth hidden away from the others, as they seem to not have mentioned it at all before. He remembers everything. Every time he was ripped to shreds by an eyeless dog, every time he blew up into pieces from a landmine, every time he was shot multiple times, every time he was left behind or ejected as part of the disciplinary process- He felt it all and remembered it all. This goes on for the course of years (around 8-10 roughly) and over that course of time, he begins to grow very careless. What's the point of saving someone if they'll just come back? What's the use of tears when you're only a couple dollars off quota with a shovel in hand?

What's the point of it all? And with that carelessness comes selfishness into the picture. With how long he's been stuck in the cycle, he has become a very manipulative person, putting up a playful and nice persona on the outside- almost sickeningly sweet- in order to help other's do his bidding. He believes that if he were to cause so much chaos, disorder, and disruption within a crew, to where it's like animals mauling each other apart, he'd be able to break free from it himself. He doesn't care anymore about leaving others behind. He's desperate at this point to find a way out. Faux, who is an alter ego / disguise for Inspector, ties more into the on-going events right now, but I can give a basic rundown on his personality. He's a klutzy and quiet man, typically only talking to others when it's just him and them, and nobody else around, playing himself off as a selective mute. Since this is just Inspector in a jazzy little jester outfit, he still possesses all the traits of that man, just hidden away as to not blow his cover. He's still tugging on the strings in some way, people just don't realize. Sure, he's off putting and just a tad bit strange, but how can a goofy man like that be terrifying?

WOOOW ok that's a lot more typing than expected, but here's also a couple fun facts about the guy !

He stands at 6 feet and 1 inch, and is a very lanky guy compared to others, but this wasn't always the case. He used to just stand at 5 feet and 6 inches, and had more normal human proportions. With how many times he has died and how long it's been of the cycle, it has fucked up his appearance a LOT. Other things include : his 'skin' being grey, his voice constantly sounding like it's coming from a walkie talkie, no visible neck, his face becoming the helmet itself (it still bleeds, but there's nothing in there), and inhumanly flexible.

The only thing left of him that represents his last strand of humanity, is a singular, dim eye behind the tape on his visor.

He is very much not a rational man anymore. He is quick to jump to things, and won't hesitant with his actions.

When waiting to return from death, he is able to manifest in someone's head as a disembodied voice, and will typically mock them, or try and manipulate them further. In this state, he can see everything through the eyes of the person he's haunting. ^ Fun fact about this! This was originally based off a stupid bit where my friend was streaming LC to me with other buddies on the game and I kept telling them to step on landmines and then kill someone for a promotion, and then Inspector was born!

and UH I think that's about it I have for the guy atm! If the rest of the cleanup crew gets dropped than I'll update this accordingly perhaps. As of right now, enjoy my oc slop 👍

[ticktockteapot]

You've convinced me. How would one get into Mad T Party?

Oh goodness where do I begin!!! LONG POST AHEAD!!!! Ok soooo I have some posts tagged as #mad t fandom lore thanks to @spikrock and @hattersgirlalice for giving me the inspiration to start this whole rabbit hole of nostalgia lol which showcases the basic general info of the mtp band performer's nicknames and noteworthy moments in the fandom (mostly gifs of the band that altered the fandom in some way, and fanart from the captains)

U can watch all the videos of the band performing on YouTube (There's numerous sources but I personally like to watch Nick Turchens playlist another place to find vids of T are just random clips here on Tumblr)

The OG Captains from what I can personally remember were @briannacherrygarcia she was THE ARTIST! she made the majority of the fanart headcanons for the fandom along with Storywhisper who wrote fanfics! (unfortunately they're deactivated and it still makes me sad I wanted to reread all their fics to freshen up on the lore but alas they are lost in the void somewhere as far as I know if anybody has links saved uhhhh help a girl out 👀)

There's many other talented fanfic authors and fan-artists!!! Gifs and Photography were a HUGE part of the fandom! People would make reaction gifs out of any and everything! Alot of shippy moments that were captured by these talented peeps made us all go feral EVERY SINGLE. TIME. BCUZ THEY WERE OUR ONLY REFERENCE FOR CANON CHARACTERIZATION STUFF.

@briannacherrygarcia (she always ate and left no crumbs🔥🔥🔥 absolutely iconic queen💅 a freaking art legend for any Alice in wonderland fan)

@cogitaeworks / @cogitae (they are godtier ohh m y godd fucking gorgeous artworks I swear)

Here is a list of all the blogs I've hunted down here on Tumblr to rummage thru for anything Mad T related, u don't have to follow all of these peeps a good majority of them especially on the lower half are inactive, and lower half is mostly just reblogs from other blogs maybe we can find eachother and form a lil T renaissance I'm just desperate for any MTP crumbs from this ancient ruin of a fandom lost to time

@elrohare is still active, they don't write fics as recently but thier old fics r one of the only main references I still use for MTP fics character arcs and lore so far

@rockingthemadtparty @oldeststoryintheuniverse @madtpartymisadventures @mishydraws @capnhap @artbymaryc @cheshire-kitten @nodamikimischief @fannishflightsoffancy @trekkiebeth @marchmousekits @drinkmebar-blog @tevlek @mgmpluto @allpackedforadventure @its-maddhatterfan @glindyupland @thackery-earwicket @t-party-madness @nemo-in-wonderland @marchmouse @zintk @allpackedforadventure @mrsmarchhare @thatrandomartistjavi @xsunnysoftx @illuminatilovesyou @fandom-hell-ferrylass @writegeist-muse @midnightwriterkay @littleivyfaery-blog @inuitakumi @queerasian-blog @mrchmouse-blog @burrwabbits @thacky-earwicket

(Put an F in the chat for @storywhisper 😢 they're not dead as far as I know but their blog is totally gone from Tumblr and I can't find any of their fics 😭😭😭)

If u wanna get to know more about the performers outside of the band, as in irl, they have social medias on YouTube and TikToks. I'm still a little iffy on sharing the irl identities for new fans cuz the whole character integrity thing at Disney AND ALL THE OG FANS REMEMBER ALL THE DRAMA ABOUT THIS TYPE OF STUFF IYKYK First I would have to get consent from a trusted source who can confirm that they are ok with fans knowing thier identity outside of T. Y'all gotta be respectful this time frfr 😒🙄

And not to toot my own horn but I've made a few MTP fanarts recently tagged in #myart and I'm in the middle of making my own Mad T Party Universe. Taking inspiration from multiple headcanons and performances from the fandom and combining them all together in a multi chapter art/comic thing??? IDK I'm not a writer but imma just post art pieces here and there with lore sprinkled in or something low-key if anybody wants to help me write it I'd totally appreciate it cuz how the hell do authors DO THIS ALL THE TIME 😭😩 y'all are troopers for keeping all these random facts and characters in ur head all the damn time🙃 and the audacity to have it in a linear timeline?? Organization???never heard of her!

Soooo yeaaaaa just look at my tag #mad t fandom lore for the basics, devour all of Briannacherrygarcia's masterpieces, watch the YouTube vids, follow some of the blogs, and maybe follow me as well since I'm rebooting this fandom apparently. Cringe is dead and I'm the grim fucking reaper.

FEEL FREE TO ASK ANY MORE QUESTIONS IF U HAVE ANY! Or if u wanna discuss shippy stuff 💞💞💞

Btw this has absolutely nothing to do with MTP but high-key I LOVE ur url bcuz I'm actually a Neo-Pagan Persephone devotee sooo the whole pomegranate thing is just *chefs kiss* ✨blessed be fellow warlock/witch✨

[frankcastlescumslut]

On the Sea - Chapter Two: Possibilities

You had only seriously considered the prospect of marriage once before. The engagement had been somewhat expected, but you were surprised at how easy it was to say ‘yes’. That was nearly four years ago, though, and you convinced yourself that you would never allow yourself to experience that pain again.

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you. You’re welcoming the intimacy. You’re enjoying being loved again. You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Synopsis: Frank and Honey explore the prospects of their relationship and what the future could entail while avoiding skeletons in the closet.

Warnings: SMUT!!! minors DNI, oral (fem receiving), rimming (fem receiving) unprotected p in v, some anal (fem receiving, just a finger lol), praise kink, breeding, alcohol consumption, fluff, angst!

A/N: HEY LOL! we’re making way into the thick of it……. I love their

dynamic so much, they’re just like me fr!! crazy!! I’m so excited for this to unfold mwahaha. ALSO. READER IS REFERRED TO AS “Honey” BUT THIS IS STILL SELF INSERT.

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS/REBLOGS/LIKES ARE WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I BEG.

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“That George is somethin’.” He laughs behind the large box, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of you in front of him. 

“Tell me about it!” You huff. “Told you he’s a know it all.” Your laugh is melodic as you approach your vehicles, grunting as you drop the box of art supplies on the ground. 

“You’d make a wonderful mom, y’know. T’s like you’re a natural or somethin’.” He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

The green dragon stretches its wings at his observation. That familiar emptiness that burrows within your chest widens and threatens to swallow you whole. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself. He doesn’t know. 

You collect yourself by inhaling deeply. A hesitant smile makes its way to your lips as you watch Frank cluelessly dig through the purse attached to his shoulder in search of your keys, his face visibly relaxing when he finds them, and unlocks the car with a beep. He balances the boxes on the floor and backseat, careful not to obstruct the view from your mirrors, and jumps in surprise as you land a smack to his backside. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t help myself.” you tease him with his own line from hours before. 

Hands press against your face, squishing your cheeks ever so slightly and you’re suddenly crashing into him. The kiss takes you by surprise; it’s desperate, as if you were away for months and just returned home, unsure if you would have another opportunity to express your affections again.

Fingers gently scratch at your scalp, dragging you further into him, his nose pressing against your own. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to submit to the affection- your own hands cradling his jaw with fingers resting on his cheeks.

Something clicks, finally, and you melt into him with a sigh of relief. The hints of doubt that clouded your subconscious, wondering if you were allowed this happiness, if you were deserving of such a selfless and fierce love, dissipated as he clung to you in desperation. He acts as if he was starving- chasing your lips and grabbing at your hips to pull you closer, eager for any ounce of you.

He acts as if you were an ebb current- like you would recede into the vast body of water if his grasp loosened.  

You moan into him as his neediness and devotion to you pacifies the green dragon.

The kiss is cut short as a group of strangers pass by, cheering at your very public display of affection. Frank can’t help but smile and shout back at the anonymous support- he is proud to be seen with you. The blush blossoms to your neck and ears as you smile and shield your face out of bashfulness.

“I’ll see you at home,” he presses a chaste kiss to your burning cheek before opening your door and ushering you into the car. He would buckle you in if he could, but you swat him away playfully. 

“Drive safe, I love you.” the door closes before you have a chance to say it back. 

You manage to beat him to the apartment, surprisingly. He typically complains at the way you follow the speed limit or grumbles when you let pedestrians cross the street, they’ll stop eventually, but you weren’t complaining at the opportunity to decompress in private. Cabinet doors squeak as you pull a wine glass from its hiding place, quick to fill it with whatever bottle was closest to you. Its bitter taste coats your tongue and you relish in the familiar flavor, closing your eyes as you lean into the counter. 

Sun filters through the open windows, engulfing the room in warm flames. Your eyes squint automatically as the light reflects off of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The glass of wine rests in your hand as you travel to the sparkling photo- it’s one of your favorites.

Frank is smiling back at you as you approach the wall. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder, unable to contain your laughter as he sports a Santa hat- it was your first Christmas together. 

The cardboard boxes of your limited belongings were pushed to the corner, and the tree sparkled with cheap lights, but you were happy. There were few presents, but it didn’t matter- neither of you were exactly great at receiving anything, but you were exceptional at giving everything. 

Your gaze moves to another framed picture. This one is your favorite.

The sun was setting in Central Park, a shadow cast across your bodies. He looked huge compared to you, or maybe it was the way your bodies practically melted into one another as you rested against him, head on his shoulder, and his head rested on yours. The invisible coffee in your hands provided some warmth, but nothing compared to what his presence provided. No words were spoken as you sat and watched the sunset together. Central Park became something entirely new for you that day. 

Plenty of people surrounded you: stragglers, families, friends, but it didn’t matter- in that moment, it was just the two of you. There was nothing to say- there weren’t words that could adequately describe how right it felt to be with one another. You think the stranger that took the picture probably knew it, too. It was something out of a movie, a highly respected romance novel, a fairytale- and that’s what it was like to be loved by Frank. 

Your fingertips rest against the frame, mindlessly tracing the backs of your figures.

“I like that one, too.” 

Your heart stops in your chest as his voice fills the room, completely unaware of his arrival. 

“Jesus, Frank!” you bend in half, careful not to spill your wine. “God, you can’t do that to me!” You laugh together as you manually restart your heart and force yourself to catch your breath before turning to him with a playful scowl. 

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He shuffles backwards as you lazily push him with your free hand. 

“Say it like you mean it.” Your hand meets his sturdy chest, and he inches closer to the couch. 

“I am sorry for scaring you,” the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls against the cushions, carefully holding onto your waist as you fall against him.

“I didn’t mean to.” You straddle him and take a sip of your drink with a raised brow, not exactly believing the sincerity of his apology. 

His hands trace against your frame and land on the curve of your hips, fingers slightly digging into the skin as he watches your face for a reaction. You reply by pressing yourself into him, chest nearly suffocating him, as you place the empty wineglass onto the side table. It surprised you when he gently pushed you away to cradle your face. 

Brown eyes find yours and you don’t shy under his gentle stare. It was that look- that look that communicated everything that words failed to- that stitched your heart back together.

It’s quiet as you relax into the private moment, and for once, you admit the idea of marriage doesn’t scare you. 

“Not yet, huh?” you whisper as the wine controls your tongue, but you don’t fight it. Your eyes crinkle with honesty. 

“Not yet.” He’s surprised that you’re initiating this conversation, must be the wine, but a smile seals his sincerity.

Your fingers rest against his face- thumb gently caressing his cheek and tapping three times as a silent ‘I love you’- and your lips brush over his, lingering, as if asking for permission. He closes the space, melting his lips to yours.

Remnants of wine mix into the kiss as you trace his bottom lip with your tongue in pursuit of more. He allows you access and pulls you closer to him, your core consequently grinding into his waist- you attempt to stifle a moan at the friction. Foreheads meet as you deepen the kiss With closed eyes and heavy breaths, your hips moving on their own accord, chasing the familiar pleasure. He notices your subtle movements and tightens his grip, dragging you against him. You breathe into his open mouth as your core receives attention, allowing yourself to moan as he bites at your bottom lip. 

Your head falls back in invitation as Frank’s lips meet your neck. He places wet, open mouth kisses against your jugular before gently sucking at the delicate skin, eliciting sweet moans from you. Your knuckles whiten as you hold on to him, the fabric of his jacket tugging against his broad shoulders. You catch a glimpse of his face as he attempts to rip his jacket off, not being able to contain the laugh as he contorts in frustration, hands getting stuck in the sleeve. 

His face drops slightly as you push yourself off of him and stand between his legs- it’s pitiful, really. The fabric of your dress ruffles as it’s lifted over your head and falls into his lap. Goosebumps litter your skin as you adjust to the temperature.

“C’mon,” you hold a hand out to him. “Come, take a shower with me.” 

He towers over you as he stands immediately, not failing to enjoy the way your chest looks from the angle. Your hand is small in comparison to his as you lead him to the bathroom.

Stucco chills your back as you’re suddenly pinned against the wall. Frank’s hands roam over your frame, and you laugh into his mouth as you’re pressed against the wall in his desperation. Lips stay connected to your throat as your bra is unclipped and off of your shoulders in one swift motion. You push him away playfully and continue to saunter towards the bathroom.

The water runs hot and steam quickly billows from the glass walls, filling the small room as you adjust the temperature. 

A gasp fills the air as you find yourself pressed into the glass door, underwear is yanked to your ankles, and a tongue quickly locates your bundle of nerves. 

“Fuck, Frank,” you attempt to look for him, but fail- your head falls against the door as his lips wrap around your clit, his muscular arm remaining in the middle of your back. 

He moans at the way you push against the shower in order to press your core against his face for more, causing your legs to shake in the process. 

“Please- please don’t stop.” fog blows against the glass. 

Your arousal coats his tongue as he laps at your wetness. His hands grab and knead at your ass before spreading you apart even further. The flat of his tongue drags from your sensitive clit to your puckered hole, and he moans into you.

“Oh my God, fuck, baby. Just like that,” the unfamiliar sensation causes your eyes to flutter shut and you shiver as he moans into you. 

With one hand holding onto your plump flesh, he snakes the other around your body to rub your clit in circles, drawing moans out of you in the process. He collects a wad of saliva before quickly spitting it across your holes, entranced as it drips down your soaked cunt. His tongue traces and flicks the ring of muscle. You groan and press yourself further down; the pleasure rippling through your body becomes overwhelming.

“That feel good, baby?” He pulls away to gauge your reaction. Your cheek and palms press against the shower door and your eyes shut close while you nod your head.

“So fucking good, baby.” your face scrunches together as he trails his fingers through your wet folds, running from your clit to your tight hole.

“Yeah? You like it when I kiss that pretty asshole, huh? You like being my dirty girl?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before diving back into your dripping cunt with a finger pressed against your hole. 

“Yes! Love being your dirty girl” you moan into the glass as he continues to drag his tongue against all of you, his hands holding onto your waist as he holds you against his face, a thumb disappearing into your tightness. 

“‘M gonna cum, please, ‘m so close,” your mouth slacks as the pleasure begins to pulse in your belly. Frank moans beneath you as your thighs clench, desperate to hold yourself up. 

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum on my face.”

Your body obeys him and your orgasm crashes over you. His tongue remains attached to your pussy as you grind your clit against him, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. You moan in unison as he sucks against your folds, eager to catch every drop of your arousal.

“Frank,” you whimper as you watch him suck his thumb. Your legs nearly give out as you press your back against the glass.

The kiss is nasty, sloppy, and not enough. Your tongues swirl in each other's mouths and you moan at the taste. He grinds himself into you as your wandering hand finds his hard length through his pants.

“Fuck me.” you mumble into his mouth and he laughs as he pulls back, exerting extreme self-control, even for him. 

“Not yet. Let’s take a shower.” His grin is wicked as he opens the shower door, ushering you to get in. 

The water feels cool against your skin even though it’s nearly on the hottest setting. Steam practically swallows you as you stand defeated underneath the stream, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You watch as his blurry figure undresses and enters the small space- you nearly drool at the sight of him, and he can only manage to smirk at your eagerness. 

You bypass a kiss and attempt to fall to your knees, but he catches you by the arms before you make it. 

“Nuh uh,” he tsks. “We’re taking a shower.” A shit eating grin is plastered to his face as he steps around you and underneath the running water, his hair falling flat under the current.

“Frankie,” you whine as you watch the way the water rolls over his muscles. 

“Frankie, that’s not fair.” goosebumps spring against your skin at the temperature change and Frank notices the way you slightly shiver.

“C’mere, you’re cold.” he grabs your shoulders and brings you closer to him, admiring the way the drops of water highlight your breasts. 

“You can warm me up.” You pout at the lack of attention your core is getting and how his length is pressing against your thigh. 

“Yeah?” He moves around you, out of the water, and lathers up his hands with shampoo. 

            “How do you suggest I do that?” he runs his hands through his hair. 

“You can fuck me.” 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty pussy?” you clench around nothing and nod. 

He inches towards you and your heart beats faster in anticipation before breaking as he nudges you out of the way so that he can rinse the shampoo. 

“Use your words, princess.” His eyes are closed as he leans his head back, the suds cascading down his back. He looks beautiful.

“Please fuck me.” you whimper in defeat. You look pitiful. 

He takes pity on you as he grabs your face with one hand and cups your aching cunt, gasping at how wet you already were. 

“Look at that.” your eyes cross as he looks at you condescendingly.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck this tight little pussy?” he captures your moan in his mouth as he presses two finger into you, struggling to multitask as he supports your limp body. You nod at him as he hooks his finger into just the right spot. 

“Please, please, Frank,” you whine into him as you thrust your hips against him.

Your palms land against the shower wall as he turns you around, chest pressing into the cool tile, legs separating as he nudges the insides of your knees. The tip of his heavy member rubs against your wet folds, tapping at your sensitive clit a few times, before plunging into you without warning.

His chest catches your head as it’s thrown back in response to the sudden fullness, arm hooking around your waist and hand splaying in the center of your chest. Your earlobe is tucked between his teeth as he thrust into you.

“Fuck, oh my God! Just like that!” you reach an arm around in attempts to cradle the back of his head, searching for his lips.

“God, I love the way you take me,” he moans into your open mouth before kissing you back, hand trailing to the base of your neck and squeezing gently.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” your free arm reaches behind his back in search of his waist, fingernails digging into his skin, in order to get him even closer as he compliments you.

“My pretty baby’s so fuckin’ needy, huh?” his fingers rub circles into your clit and you clench around him as he brings your orgasm to the surface. 

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over me?” 

“Y-yes, please! Gonna cum, please” your moans are incoherent as he releases you, suddenly gripping your hips as he pulls himself out fully before thrusting back in. 

The sounds of wet skin slapping together fill the stall.

“That’s it,” your walls tighten around him as you rub sloppy circles against your clit while he pounds into you. “Such a good girl. There you go. ‘M gonna cum with you.” He moans through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he chases his own release.

The cool tile of the shower catches your body as your orgasm courses through your limbs, vision fading as you close your eyes in ecstasy, still moving in tandem with Frank’s rough thrusts. His large hand grips onto your hips as he spills into you with a grunt, admiring the way your arousals mix together on his length. 

Warm lips meet your shoulder and his chest rests against your back as you stay connected through the aftershocks.

“Love you,” he plants a kiss. “So much.” He plants another kiss and a dopey smile paints your face as you sigh into the tile before pressing yourself back in order to face him. You involuntarily flutter around him before he pulls himself out of you, and he captures your moan in his mouth. 

“Love you,” your lips meet. “So much.” You punctuate with a sincere kiss, your cheeks warming as you find his tender gaze and soft smile. 

Bubbles paint over your body as Frank gently rubs the sudsy netted sponge over the length of your arms. You relax under his touch as he continues to clean your body, particularly enjoying the way he lingers over the knots in your shoulders and back with his thumbs. Easy sighs mix with the constant rhythm of falling water while his touch roams over your waist and hips, taking his time to place chaste kisses wherever he pleases. So fuckin’ beautiful. 

He gently lowers himself, landing on his knees, while the sponge leaves suds over your thighs and calves. Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his stare; his warm breath was so close to your core, but he did not indulge himself.

Seeing him on his knees in front of you, basically in complete surrender, caused your skin to prickle. 

You had only seriously considered the prospect of marriage once before. The engagement had been somewhat expected, but you were surprised at how easy it was to say ‘yes’. That was nearly four years ago, though, and you convinced yourself that you would never allow yourself to experience that pain again. 

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you, washing your body, and you’re letting him. 

You’re welcoming the intimacy. 

You’re enjoying being loved again. 

You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Warm water washes over you like drum rolls, pressing into your soft skin. The stream of water is disrupted as you reach for Frank, beckoning him to stand with you. The innocent kiss had churned the contents of your stomach.

Droplets of water roll onto his forehead and coat his eyelashes. So beautiful. The compliment leaves as a whisper, but he must have heard it as he holds your face in his hands, eyes scanning over your features as he admires the way you fail to hide a smile up at him. He catches the way your eyes crinkle and the life peeks through, and that was all it took for him to place his lips against yours.

 The only evidence of tears is the remnants of salt that coat your lips. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he pulls back and wipes at your cheeks, concern plastered across his face. 

“Hey, hey,” he coos. “T’s goin’ on? T’s the matter?” 

You wish you could tell him. You wish you could explain how unworthy you are to be on the receiving end of his love. You wish you could write out your sins and come clean, making it easier for him to hate you. You wish you could tell him the truth- the whole truth- and maybe then he would understand why he should leave. You wish you could bleed yourself dry at his feet and bare your soul to him, but you settle for the honest and least complicated explanation.

“I just love you so much,” you sniffle. “That’s all.” 

The water runs cold at your confession.

“Have you seen my bag?” Your voice is muffled as you rummage through the shared closet. 

Frank drags a towel through his damp hair and admires the view; the large tee shirt rests along your back, thin cotton panties offering little coverage as you lean over and scavenge through the messy pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Not since last month’s trip.” You huff from your compromised position. “Can you help me look, please?” You’re too distracted to notice him leaning against the doorframe with a smug look. 

“I don’t know.” you jump at how close he is. “‘M enjoying the view.” He catches the wrinkled shirt you launch at him against his chest with a laugh.

“Babe, be serious,” you fake a pout, now standing at your full height.

He reaches above your head towards the raised shelf and drops the duffel bag into your arms before placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“Jerk.” You push past him with an exaggerated huff, attempting to hide a smile. 

You designate the first weekend of every month for your trips. They aren’t long- barely lasting 48 hours- but you refuse to miss a single one. Even when you had a sinus infection and an almost worrying fever, you made the drive. I’m fine, really. I have to go, you don’t understand. You had told Frank from the very beginning that you had obligations, family things, that would always come first, which is why he rescheduled your first date accordingly and without complaint. 

He didn’t ask many questions; it wasn’t that he didn’t care to know, he desperately did, he just respected your privacy and wanted you to feel comfortable enough to share those things with him when it felt right. After all, it was only after he talked about Maria that you mentioned Andrew. 

“You excited?” He calls from the comfort of your bed, tucked under the comforter with a book opened against his chest. 

“Of course.” A dress is thrown into the bag that lays open on the foot of the bed, your heavy breathing pulling his attention away from his book and onto you.

Multiple drawers of the dresser are opened, different clothing items threatening to spill out as they hang over the edge, your hands hunting for something specific. He’s giving you that look again, but you’re too distracted to notice. 

The worn out journal catches his eye as you retrieve it from your underwear drawer and bury it beneath pajamas, finally placing your disheveled bag near the bedroom door.

He’s seen the journal many times before, though the content remains a mystery.

In the beginning, he would catch you scrawling away at your desk before joining you for lunch, always noting how you would slam it shut and shove it into your purse. It was a process for you to trust him enough to open it near him, that he could tell, so he never pushed you, even though his curiosity nearly burned a new hole in his skull. 

The first time the green dragon took a real hit, you were sitting at the table with a full cup of coffee in front of you. It was early in the morning, which surprised Frank, seeing that you fight with your alarm clock nearly every morning. The sun was beginning to pour into the kitchen and covered you in a warm haze; you were magical; he thought. Your pen scribbled onto the lined paper, your chin rested on your elbow-propped free hand. He sat across from you, holding his own cup of coffee close to him, drinking in your relaxed state.

“Writin’ anythin’ good?” Your body didn’t tense this time; he took that as a good sign.

“Hm.” You didn’t look up. “Just about family stuff.” You didn’t lie as you continued to write.

He wonders what they’re like- your family. There’s a sister, maybe two?, and you do have parents, but you’ve only mentioned them once through a clenched jaw and glazed eyes you desperately tried to hide, but he noticed. He always does. 

He wonders if you take after your dad with the way you snore, especially during the colder seasons. He wonders if your mom taught you how to bake your famous pumpkin muffins, they’re to die for- I swear!, and they were. He imagines you laughing with your sister, or sisters, when you graduated from basic training, hoping someone took a picture. But most of all, he pictures himself meeting them for the first time with you attached to his side, the life in your eyes undeniable. 

“I’m leaving at 8 tomorrow.” Drool and toothpaste spill into the sink as you yell at him from the adjoining bathroom.

He hadn’t noticed you finished packing and were following your nightly routine. 

“Wake me up so I can walk you out.” His book was open but his gaze was unfocused.  

“No way,” You spit into the sink with a chuckle before rinsing your mouth out. “You need your beauty sleep.” The bathroom door closes shut and you shuffle towards the bed, relishing the way your body sinks into the soft mattress and closeness of Frank.

“Callin’ me ugly?” Your back meets his bare chest as he drags your body close to him, pressing a quick kiss into the crook of your neck with a smile.

“Ain’t callin’ you pretty.” The crinkle of your eyes causes his heart to flutter as you attempt to turn your head towards him, signaling for a kiss, and sighing into the awkwardness and tenderness of it. 

Your body presses into the mattress as he leans over you, careful not to smother you completely, reaching to turn off the lamp that rests on the table next to your head. A small hum fills the room when he presses his lips to your temple before returning to his previous position, snaking an arm beneath your neck and holding onto your chest to bring you closer.

You melt into him as your spare hand connects with the one just beside your head.

The room buzzes with the busyness of the city just beyond the window. You enjoy the filler noise- the chaos creates a certain familiarness that you can relax into. You’ll never admit it to him, but Frank feels the same.

He interrupts the serenity when he calls your name, your real name.

“Y’don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, but-“ You absorb the anxiety from his secure grip.

“I’m okay.” A soft smile that he can’t see paints your face, relishing in the ability to complete his unspoken thoughts. His exhale blows against the crown of your head. 

“Y’Can tell me anything. Y’know that, right?” You rub your thumb against the inside of his index finger, your heart faltering just a bit. It’s like he can read you, or something. 

“I know,” you lie with a sigh, forcing yourself to sound sincere. 

“I just love you too damn much, that’s all.” You mean it as you tap your thumb against his three times as a silent ‘I love you’. 

His body adjusts against yours and his arm rests against your waist, hand splaying across your lower stomach, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh.

 The green dragon stirs in its sleep. 

chapter three

A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I love this chapter so much but I wanna strangle Miss Honey so bad like girl, just be honest!!!!! Anyways. Hope you guys enjoyed- thank you for reading!!!!!!

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can’t stop thinking about gojo and his infinity and how he lets it down when he feels safe and comfortable but sometimes he can’t even do it then but sometimes he lets it down because he desperately craves human contact like,,, he let yaga put him in a headlock when he could have easily gotten out of it / not let him touch him. he let itadori and kugisaki hug him. not only that, but his infinity represents his love and trust and care. he trusts yaga wouldn’t hurt him and he cares about the kids and the fact that they are kids and it’s not like gojo probably got hugged much as a child,,, and how he probably let it down whenever he was with little megumi,,, and he never had infinity up around geto because it was geto and he trusted him and he loved him and he cared for him. and thinking about how it was probably up for awhile after toji brutally murdered him, but how he still let it down around geto, and eventually, shoko and yaga,,, and how it’s his own form of a love language, it’s the only way he knows to express vulnerability without it being perceived as weakness. if he’s not doing well, infinity goes up for awhile. and only those who know gojo satoru are able to catch it…

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[ID: a picture of gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen. he is midair, as if he were jumping onto the roof. his arms are out at his sides and his knees and legs are scrunched up. he is in his jujutsu high uniform and has the blindfold on. /End ID.]

satoruday. just a little guy.

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[ID: a screenshot of nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen. he is sitting on the grass with his legs out in front of him. one is bent with an arm wrapped around it. he is facing the camera. there is a picnic blanket with food and drinks on top of the blanket. /End ID.]

he’s just a little guy. he’s just Sitting. look at him.

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#2

in my poetry class today, my teacher asked us to write a poem that was a love letter to language / words, so mine was a love letter to tumblr and it made me chuckle so i wanted to share my horrific mess of poem with y’all lol

blorbo, my absolute beloved

mutuals to, mutuals you...

horse in the plinko,

your fav in the plinko, your

fav is going to super hell

hey, i like your shoelaces

thanks, i stole them from

17 coc--

gaslight gatekeep girlboss

loving soup and sauce

eeby deeby november sixth

let’s make twitter weep

do you like the color of--

the color of the sky

of super hell of a

children’s hospital of

the oncler? bigger and

bigger, larger and larger and--

there are many disadvantages

to being a geologist

color theory [redacted]

[redacted] tony the tiger

also [redacted] i hope i’m

not just your mutual

but your empath too

little spoon big spoon this

post is about supernatural

do Not derail--spoon spoon

bro, dude, love, beloved

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A new chapter is out!

Some very intense moments between James and Sev take place. I hope you'll like it and let me know what you think.

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#4

Prooooompt!! When Sev gets bullied by a group of kids, James is forced to look back and confront his own past behaviour. --- I'd love it if Sirius and Remus are there, too, and I'd love for Lily to get angry at some point. I kind of see this happening during the time where Sev and James' relationship is not so good (which is a very ample period of time, lol), but feel free to modify the idea as you want.

Thanks so much for this prompt, I really loved it! Wish I could've managed to include everything, but I'm delighted you still liked it so much.

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Looking in the Mirror

I. First Warning

It happens during his first week at school and Severus is paralysed by terror as he waits by the headmaster’s door. His fears are confirmed when not only Lily but James, too, turn the corner. He is in big trouble. For starters, he had no idea they would call any parents after just one fight. In addition, he has thrown the first punch, so the bruise blossoming on his own cheek had been written off as self-defence and he is the only one facing serious consequences.

He wants to cry. He wants to run. Instead, he digs his trembling fingers in the wooden bench. As soon as Lily is close enough, she crouches down. Her fingers brush against his unscathed cheek.

“Oh, Sev, what happened?”

“I reckon it’s pretty obvious,” James snaps coldly, stopping just behind her.

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31 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

I saw this picrew on my dash earlier today and thought it was really cute.

Tagging @hklnvgl, @napo-con-fritas and anyone else who wants to try it out.

42 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#2

Fic Rec Friday (BNHA edition)

Endeavor-centric

Just Watch Me, by WhiteWinterDragon (WIP, 13k). Rei disappears and Endeavor must take care of their four children.

Splitting Rocks, by iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid (one shot, 22k). Endeavor gets trapped in a time loop.

Aizawa-centric

All Might's pen pal, by xweapon (complete, 27k). Erasermight. Aizawa sends a drunk email to All Might as he falls for Toshinori.

Gold, the colour of fear, by RedResin (one shot, 2k). Aizawa comforts Eri after a nightmare.

All Might-centric

Been Seen, by siriusfan13 (one shot, 1k). Pre-canon. "Being seen and being noticed are not the same thing. Yagi Toshinori knows this well."

Learning to Trust, by siriusfan13 (WIP, 86k). Gen, whump and hidden identity —not much else I could ask for. All Might wants to get to know the UA staff before revealing his identity to them. Lots of Aizawa and Present Mic as well.

The Torrid Affair of All Might and Yagi Toshinori, by speedwagons-glorious-mane (WIP, 3k). More All Might trying desperately to hide his identity.

misconceptions, by h1lo (one shot, 631). Nana's first impressions of Yagi Toshinori.

When Baby Birds Try to Fly, by pillowspace (one shot, 4k). Nana & Toshi, before she gives him OFA.

Let Them Eat Cake, by academiccockroach (one shot, 13k). Orphan Toshi bites (a lot) as he meets Nana and Gran Torino for the first time.

Breaking Down, by FloFlow (WIP, 13k). Nana deals with her own demons after abandoning Kotaro when Toshinori gets sick.

56 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Two truths, one lie

Tagged by @supermarketcrayons, thank you!

My favourite sport is football.

I've never been in New York.

I have a green thumb.

Feel free to guess!

84 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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[pinkiepiebones]

people putting eff naff on my dash in the common year of twenty and twenty three. Im going to reblog my own effnaff art out of. Not spite. Desperate need to belong lol

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I posted 853 times in 2022

That's 850 more posts than 2021!

16 posts created (2%)

837 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neosatsuma

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I tagged 757 of my posts in 2022

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#lol - 174 posts

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#i might be an atheist but the catharsis of reading a book and realizing the author is describing a feeling that could have been directly

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#5

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Trials of Apollo, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms All Media Types

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Relationships: Apollo & Meg McCaffery

Characters: Apollo (Lester Papadopoulos), Meg McCaffery, Python

Additional Tags: sunflower siblings september 2022, sss 2022, Finally

Summary: The ichor of the gods doesn't need oxygen and immortals can sing without air. But now I desperately craved it as the sky tore it from my mouth and tears from my eyes as I fell and fell and fell and I Couldn't Breathe.

Or:

Apollo is mortal now. He takes it one breath at a time.

19 notes - Posted September 26, 2022

#4

Unlike the rest of the written diaries, letters, newspaper clippings, and telegrams that make up Dracula, Dr. Seward's diary is recorded on a phonograph which means that he's been holed up in a room doing his best Van Helsing impression this whole time

26 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

#3

Wait so if Apollo heals faster than your average mortal does that mean like his hair and fingernails would grow faster as well?

30 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

#2

Sweet Caroline heard blaring from local pride event. 🤔 Lester is that you?

36 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How The Trials of Apollo should have ended:

Apollo walks into the Olympic throne room, sings Believer by Imagine Dragons, mic drops, and walks back out

56 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

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[dollslayer]

Artistic Intention

Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve's doing well in his life drawing class, but a new muse throws him for a loop in the back supply room.

W/C: 2,374

Warnings: NO MINORS, p in v smut, unprotected sex, public sex, breeding kink if you squint, swearing

A/N: Hey! I wrote this for @buckyownsmylife 1st anniversary challenge! I love me a good AU so I chose Artist AU+ exhibitionism. Happy tumblr-versary! I made Steve a shy boi in this lol. If you liked this fic pls reblog/comment!! Check out my other fics too! Cheers!

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It’s 1:45pm and Steve is desperately trying to weave his way through the crowd of people before him. His art folio hits everyone and thing as he makes feeble attempts to apologize to everyone for the bulkiness of the case. He can’t be too apologetic though, he’s running late for his 2pm life drawing class and if he doesn’t make it the professor will close the door in his face.

This is the longest 15 minutes in Steve’s life, he figures. He finally makes it up the steps and jogs up the stairs. His folio hits his leg, he winces but doesn’t stop, he’s only got a few minutes to make it up to the second floor and get himself situated behind an easel. He’s nearly out of breath when he makes it to the second floor and he’s trying to check his watch while running for the door. Two minutes.

Steve bursts through the doors and exhales loudly, he’s not sure he’s ever felt so relieved. His feeling of relief is short lived and quickly replaced with embarrassment as he realizes every pair of eyes in the room is on him. Every pair except for one. The new model for class this week, you slowly turn your head to reveal sharp eyes and a coy smile. He feels himself blush under your gaze and mutters an apology before getting settled in an easel directly in front of you.

He tries his best to focus on getting his paper and charcoals set out in an effort to shrug off the mixture of humiliation and lingering anxiety he had about being late. He feels his heartbeat begin to steady and he lets himself relax a little bit.

“Good afternoon, everyone. We have a new model in class this week, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. She’ll be keeping her current pose for one hour and repositioning for the second half of class. Mr. Rogers, since you had no problem running late I assume you’ll have no problem staying late as well. You’ll clean up after class.” The professor concludes with a short nod.

Steve sighs but nods his head in acknowledgement. He catches you smirking in amusement again at him and he can’t help but to blush all over again. He feels just like he did in high school, embarrassing himself in front of pretty girls. He sighs and picks up a piece of charcoal.

Steve decides to get a proper look at you and almost regrets it when he chokes on his own breath. You’re gorgeous, you’re coy and charming, you’re a muse. He’s still blushing because you’re naked, and beautiful and the feeling of humiliation hits him even more. He’s been in this class before, he knows the models will be naked but none of them had ever caught his attention as more than a subject, none of them were you.

He takes his time admiring your natural curves and appreciates your figure. You are so full of natural beauty, your bare face is perfectly flawed and the sun shining through the window highlights your skin tone. He can see why you were chosen to model for class, you’re perfect. He has to discreetly adjust himself and shuffles his jacket into his lap as he feels his pants tighten. He’s flustered all over again and realizes everyone else is already ahead of him. He puts charcoal to paper and gets to work.

____

As class goes on Steve’s sketch is coming along nicely. He can’t bring himself to look at you for more than a few seconds at a time for fear of getting hard again. When he sends furtive glances your way he catches you looking back at him with that smile of yours. He swears at one point you raise an eyebrow at him like you’re amused by him. He brushes it off and keeps drawing.

Class comes and goes much faster than he anticipated. He wants to pack up and get out as quickly as he can when he remembers that he has to clean up the room. He lets out a groan and waits for everyone else to leave. Now it’s only you, him, and the professor who are left in the room.

“Mr. Rogers I’ve got to get out of here, I trust you can put easels away without incident?” The professor asks. Steve nods and the professor turns to you. “Thank you for your work today, you can collect your pay from the front office. I look forward to having you as a model for this class.”

You smile and nod, waving goodbye to him. By now you’ve slipped on a robe and are reaching for your bag but it feels like you’re lingering. It’s just now that Steve realizes the two of you are alone. He swallows thickly, trying not to pay attention to you out of the corner of his eye. He begins to pack away his own drawing but not before giving it one final assessment. He can’t help himself from his own critical eye, analyzing mistakes and appreciating triumphs.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

Steve jumps in surprise, you’re peering right over his shoulder. He’s caught off guard by your presence and also by your voice, do you always sound this sultry?

He swallows and nods before taking a deep breath. Wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans he turns to face you.

“Uh, yeah. Yes it is. I don’t think it’s very good but I’m trying” He anxiously starts making excuses, assuming you hate it.

But you don’t. You just smile thoughtfully at him and nod.

“It’s good. At least, I think it is.”

“Th-thanks, thank you.”

“Do you always cut it that close or were you just hoping to stay late with me?”

Steve sputters at your boldness. He has to remind himself that he’s not that scrawny, measly kid he used to be. But he can’t help but feel like he is with his sweaty palms and short breaths.

“I, I um, I didn’t realize there’d be a new model. Was kind of expecting the old one. Not- not that there’s anything wrong with you, of course! I, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that, you’re- you’re beautiful too, you’re perfect really, I just. Oh jesus.” He spews the words out faster than his brain can keep up and he’s making a complete fool of himself.

He can’t bear to look at you, so he starts closing up easels and stacking stools. He doesn’t notice you ogling his muscles through his tight t-shirt.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask innocently.

“I-, um, yes. I think you’re very beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying so.” Steve answers honestly.

He moves some stools to the large supply room in the back of the classroom and you follow him.

“I think you’re beautiful too. And cute. You’re practically falling all over yourself, it’s sweet”

Are you talking to him? He still sees himself as he was back then, having a hard time thinking that anyone would look at him and find him attractive. It’s why he’s so beside himself now. You’re so completely beautiful and self-assured, there’s no way you’re talking to him. He sets down the stack he’s carrying and realizes you’re much closer than he thought. You’re inches away.

“What do you like the most about me? Is it my body? Don’t think I didn’t notice you readjusting your pants at the beginning of class.” You move even closer and Steve thinks you must be able to hear his heart beat because it’s about to come right out of his chest.

Your hands are on his chest and you have to lean up on your tip-toes for your lips to meet his ear.

“What do you say? You and me in this supply room? There’s hardly anyone here. Come on”

Steve feels like he’s dreaming, he has to check if he is. But then your hand reaches for his dick through his pants and he nearly doubles over from the sensation. He’s never been with anyone so brash and confident, your touch leaves a burning trail on his body.

“But- but what if someone comes in and sees?” He says, using every last bit of coherent reasoning he has.

“Isn’t that what makes it so fun?”

Oh, God. You. You. Smiling that devilish smile at him. He was weak in the knees and you took the opportunity to push him backwards onto a spare desk. You pulled him by the shirt collar to meet your lips and he let out a noise of surprise. Steve pushes his tongue into your mouth and lets out an obscene moan. You feel so good. He knew you’d feel good but not this good.

Steve’s large hands come to your waist and venture lower until he has a handful of your ass and grabs. You let out a little moan and nudge your knee between his legs and he grinds against it. You pull back to catch your breath when your hands go to the ties of your robes.

“We’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?”

Steve doesn’t need to be asked twice as he pulls his shirt over his head. Jeans have never felt so uncomfortable and he’s frantically trying to get himself down to his boxers. He swears he goes slack jawed when he looks back up at you. He’s already seen you naked, he just stared at you naked for hours, but you’re just as gorgeous as before but it’s the way you’re looking at him. Like he’s desirable, almost like he’s a piece of meat. It makes him feel wanted and reassured and he feels himself grow harder.

Your hands slip beneath the elastic of his boxers and slowly slide them down his legs. He can’t help but flush when you let out a small gasp at the size of him. He doesn’t want to get too big of an ego with it but he’s always known he was… gifted.

Before he can let anything go to his head he lets out his own soft gasp as you stroke him languidly. He can’t control his hips as they cant up into your hand. You grab his hand and quickly lead his fingers to your dripping pussy. Steve nearly melts when he feels how wet you are and slides two fingers in easily. He’s pumping them in and out and you let out tiny mewls as you kiss his neck.

There’s no more time for preamble though, you two need to be quick if you don’t want to be caught by some unfortunate custodian. You remove your hand from his cock and he takes his fingers out of your pussy and swears you whine a little. Feeling brazen himself, he makes direct eye contact with you and sucks his fingers clean. You bite your lip and squirm while he revels in the taste.

Reluctantly he takes his fingers out of his mouth and gets up to situate you so you’re sitting on the desk. You spread your legs wide for him and he takes in the sight, committing to memory. Maybe he can draw you like this some time. For now he takes a step closer but falters, remembering one fatal flaw in this whole plan.

“I… don’t have a condom”

You don’t look let down at all, you look excited in fact. Shaking your head, you explain to him.

“Doesn’t matter, ‘m on the pill. I wanna feel you cum inside me”

Steve might pass out before he gets the chance, the way you keep talking with that mouth of yours. He wastes no more time and positions himself at your entrance. He has one hand on his dick and the other on the back of your neck when he looks you deep in the eye and impales you fully in one go.

The moan you let out is pornographic and Steve uses his newly freed hand to cover your mouth.

“We have to stay quiet. Can you do that?”

You nod silently and he removes his hand, opting to grab your hip instead.

He pulls back and begins to start pumping into you. He’s steady at first, trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. Slowly he starts increasing his speed and the force that he uses is causing the legs of the old desk to scrape against the floor.

Your hand reaches and grabs his ass, pushing him deeper into your pussy. You feel so tight wrapped around him with no barrier and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out. You’re trying to keep your moans quiet when he kisses you to silence them all together. He’s trying with all his might not to cum before you do.

His fingers find your clit and he starts rubbing it in tight circles. You have a harder time keeping quiet and you’re squeezing him like a vice. The friction on your clit and his dick hitting your G-spot perfectly is causing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

“‘M gonna cum, please. Please don’t stop” You beg. Steve feels a wave of power surge over him now that you’re the needy one.

“Go on then, I’m not far behind ya. Wanna feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

With a few moments more he has you seeing stars and you claw at his back and pull him close to you. He continues on in his movements and starts pounding into you in earnest chasing his own release. All you can do is hold on for dear life.

Steve makes one final thrust before he’s cumming deep inside you. The rush of warmth is welcome to you and you kiss his jaw as he tries to catch his breath. The only sound being both of your heavy breathing. Hopefully no one heard you.

Steve can’t believe what just happened. He met a gorgeous girl and she propositioned him in a public place all in the span of two hours. He realizes just how far he’s come from who he used to be. He looks down at you, your noses touching.

“So, what’s your name?”

[gb-patch]

Ask Answers (February 22nd, 2021)

Hello! Here’s another collection of anon ask answers all put together in one big post.

This might be strange considering how upbeat yall are about the fandoms for your games in general, but is there any particular trope or ship you WOULDN'T want us writing/drawing/etc. in relation to your stuff? (IE, any canon you don't want us 'overwriting' or something like that?)

Of course we would want the fan content people make to not be racist, sexist, homophobic, bigoted, harmful, etc. But in terms of generally doing non-canon pairings or adding in headcanons or stuff, we really don’t mind that. People are welcome to have fun and explore their own ideas.

for the 1.2 Android update was it meant to download as a  separate app? I really want to keep my previous save files but they don't show up (also thank u for the updates I'm really excited to get back into the game!!)

We had to change the name of the file and unfortunately for some phones that meant it’s treated as a brand new game. I’m sorry your saves didn’t transfer over to the new version. You can try to look up your specific phone and see if there’s a way to access save files for games on your device and then transfer those saves over to the new build manually. It may or may not be possible.

I'm having some trouble figuring out how to get the update from Itichio without losing my save files? Is it the same game or a folder I can put in the properties? Sorry if this question is not worded well or if this isn't the avenue you'd want to take technical questions on

Are you using Android? If so, the above answer may apply to you. If you’re on PC or Mac, the save files will automatically still be included.

Hey. I really loved playing our life. It was a fun experience and I never thought I would like it this much. I do have a question, I am currently replaying the game and I am choosing choices I never chose at first. In step 2 during the road trip arc, I decided to ask Cove about what he liked to see on people. One of his response was anklets and black eyes. My MC have just happens to have black eyes. Do Cove say black eyes cuz my mc have it or it was just a coincidently programmed into the game?

He uses your eye color intentionally! If you changed your eye color he’d change what he said.

Will step 4 have 10 moments like steps 1-3? 

Step 4 is only an epilogue. It plays like the openings/endings of the earlier Steps where it’s a bunch of scenes all in a row, there aren’t any individual Moments.

hi! who was/were the artist(s) for our life? 

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who is the artist for Our Life: Beginning and Always?

Main Sprite and CG Artist: Addrossi

Main Background Artist: Vui Huynh

Main Interface Artist: Winter Slice

Other artists who helped out can be seen in the credits of the game.

In the new ol, there are two main love interests... Would it be possible to pair them together or is that weird? 

You can’t stay single and pair them together. If we are going to add all the extra content to have a route where the two LIs get together, it’d be a full poly route where them and the MC were all dating. And that’s not a for sure option yet because it’d add a lot of extra complications. But either way, in OL the relationships all gotta be about the MC, haha.

In OL2, there will be extra LIs in form of DLCs? Like Dexter and Baxter. 

Maybe! We’ll see how it goes.

Since Cove will have 2 diff body types in s4, will the storyline and dialogs reflect this? Or all of it will be the same? Btw love the game and sorry for bad english. Hope this doesn't sound rude 😅 

Some descriptions and pieces of dialog will change, but it won’t impact the story really. And you don’t need to apologize! It’s all good.

Will you ever release the transparent sprites of the Our Life characters? 

Probably not, I’m afraid. They’ve got a lot of pieces and it’d just be kind of hard to deal with, aha.

Something I was curious about, what was your inspiration for making a game with so much customization?

Initially, the idea was just about having a romance where you actually grew up with the LI. But it was pretty stressful to try deciding how fast the relationship would progress with it taking place over such a long period of time and with no real storyline carrying it. People might not wanna play a game where the characters don’t get along as kids, but other people might not bother with a game where kids immediately liked each other. So the obvious answer came, just let the player pick themselves how it goes. From there we simply continued to add more flexibly with the MC due to the same thought process of wanting to make sure people were onboard with how their life was going.

What made you decide to change the artstyle for ol 2 so much? I of course respect all your decisions and will buy the shit out of everything related to ol 2, but i love the original style and i m honestly not a fan of the styles shown on patreon, despite me liking the painterly style in general. (I don t mind the style being changed, just that the examples shown so far all feel like there s something wrong with them.) 

We’ve always used different art styles for each of our projects. They all have distinct looks from each other. It’s just nice to do something new. I’m glad you really like how the first game looks, though. And those samples were only general concepts, rather than the exact options being decided between. We wanted to see reactions to different options. The art style we’re going with won’t be exactly like those, though I personally like all of them. I think players are gonna enjoy the style Our Life: Now & Forever when it’s revealed.

Hey! Is it ok to ask what gender ourlife2 protagonist will be and if we'll be given the same opportunity to customize an MC? Totally understand if you're keeping this under wraps for now if u don't wanna say! 

OL2 will have the same type of MC customization as OL1, but even more refined! So their gender will be up to you.

Hi! I happened upon Our Life on Steam by pure chance. It is such a great game, I am super excited about the DLC, and I just want you all to know that you are awesome! :D I have a question, and I'm sorry if it's been asked before. Do you have plans of making more games similar to Our Life, with customizable player character? The customizable player character was probably the one thing I personally have been desperate for in romance VNs. So glad there finally is one and would love to see more.

Thank you! And yep, we do have plans for more games like Our Life, most notably is another game in the franchise- Our Life: Now & Forever. We’ll also likely have other, non-OL, games with customizable MCs, though we may still have some games with set MCs in the future as well.

On the patreon dlc just curious but is it possible to play it without actually sleeping together/getting the nsfw content? I just want to spend more time with Cove 

Yeah, you can still choose not to go that far. Though the event is shorter if you pass on the 18+ stuff.

At the beginning of Step 2, did Cove end up accidentally falling asleep in your bed? Or did he fall asleep on the floor? 

He fell asleep sitting on the floor with his body/head leaning against the side of the bed.

This may seem like a weird question, but what exactly is the difference between "direct" and "relaxed" on the comfort scale?

Direct is blunter and more teasing, relaxed is lighthearted and goes with the flow.

can the MC have tattoos in step 3? 

Not in Step 3, but you can in Step 4.

how would Cove react if he visited somewhere like North Carolina in winter where it can get in the 20s(F) at night sometimes? 

He would be shocked and unprepared for what serious coldness is really like, haha. The poor beach baby would wanna go home.

Hello! I just joined the PATREON!! It’s amazing! I love your games! I have a question, approximately how much after will the nsfw be out? After or before the dlc 3 and step four? Sorry my English isn’t the best!❤️❤️❤️ 

Thanks so much! The NSFW DLC will be out after the Step 3 DLC but before Step 4. And you don’t need to apologize for that ^^.

This might be obvious but, will step 4 have dlcs? Also, where will the nsfw dlc happen? Won't bother me at all if it s in in our or his house but i do think it d be moderately funny 

Step 4 will have the Cove Wedding DLC and the Derek and Baxter romance DLCs each add a lot of new content to Step 4, though they’re also partially set in Step 2 and Step 3 respectively. The NSFW DLC happens in Cove’s room.

I keep wondering what would've happened if Mr. Holden met Lizzie first instead of the MC. I can't see that turning out well somehow lol. 

It wouldn’t have made a difference. He met the MC’s parents first and they told him about their two kids. He wanted the MC specifically to be Cove’s friend because the two were the same age.

Even though we have a way to go I'm really excited for OL 2! I was curious though, is the next main character going to be adopted again? I thought it was really clever to make the first main character adopted so when players are customizing,  they can make them look how ever they like without worrying about pesky genetics. Just wondering! 

The OL2 MC is not adopted. We wanted to go for a new dynamic. Instead their parents are their biological single mother who is partially customizable and an off-screen sperm donor father. So the mom will look generally like the MC and any other traits not from her can be assumed to come from whoever the father was.

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Thank you so much for all the asks ^^

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[mokutone]

yo i would love to hear some of ur trans yam headcanons :) (also ps ur art is breathtaking and whenever i see it reblogged on my dash i always come here anyway to read ur tags bc they r so! good!)

thank u 🥺🥺🥺 god im sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a couple days ksdjghsdkjgh not only have i got a LOT of thoughts to put here (this is only a selection of the bigger thoughts skdjghsdkjhg) i was also super busy the past few days!!!! ty for ur patience, ur compliments, and for inviting me to ramble abt my favorite guy!

maybe the one constant in all trans people is just like. our decision to intentionally and purposefully create ourselves, to forced into an identity by outside forces and to turn away from it in search of something else, and that’s ultimately what makes captain yamato read as a trans character to me! He goes through so many identities, and they are meaningful to him, but you can also clearly tell that he’s searching for something that really fits him.

I don’t really have a lot of firm thoughts on what his specific identity would be, I’ve seen some great nonbinary yams, some lovely genderfluid yams, trans guy yams, there’s a great variety and i delight in them all! 

I tend to imagine him as transmasculine and nonbinary but male aligned (which means he’d feel at least a partial connection to or comfort with masculinity) and while there are a bunch of labels for this experience of gender (demiboy, bigender, etc etc) i don’t see him as somebody who would use any specific labels, I feel like he’d keep his own experience of his gender fairly private! He’d prefer and be fine with masculine-coded terms of address, and happy enough passing as a guy.

AHH and on names...

I think Kinoe is the only name that I really see as like. a genuine deadname. It’s a name that means “The First” to my understanding, and so like, probably refers to him having the genetics of the first. Therefore, it’s kind of. literally a name referring to him as his biology...boy thats as deadname as it gets, huh? kill that shit and also danzō

Tenzō is also a name thats given to him, but to my understanding (all I know about the anbu arc is picked up thru osmosis lol) it’s a name that’s given to him twice, with affection. Once from Yukimi, who sees him as her brother (not a vessel for the first hokage’s powers, probably for the first time ever—even if it’s still another person’s name) He takes the name, gladly! Unfortunately danzō. anyway,

Later, when he starts to introduce himself to the non-root Anbu as Kinoe, Kakashi cuts him off and names him to the anbu as Tenzō. To my understanding: it’s a name at rest, not a name for one singular mission, but a name for his entire time in Anbu. It’s the name he keeps the longest. Again, it’s a name that’s given to him to him by somebody else, but it’s one that is given with the intention to free him of Kinoe, and all that Kinoe had to be. 

(A note on him getting annoyed with Kakashi for calling him Tenzō in main-plot:

Most of this is of course based off of personal experience, but I find it hard to believe that he would actively dislike Tenzō as a name since it was given with such sweet intentions—most of my names have been gifts, and the only one I’ve actively taken out of rotation has been bc i cannot stand the person who used it, and the way it was used, and while Anbu was certainly bad for Yamato...I don’t think it was quite that bad. I think him telling Kakashi to stop calling him Tenzō has more to do with the use of it where it doesn’t belong—for example, while it’s not exactly a name, I am happy to be called “mokutone” here, and you may notice my friends calling me by another name, but if any of those friends called me mokutone in DMs, I would be bothered by that.)

Yamato starts off as an empty codename, given to him for the purposes of his team 7 mission by the Hokage, but I think it gets such a loving and warm association from just...using out in the sunlight, with these kids that he comes to think so fondly of (he’s such a dad. god. he’s such a fucking dad) and with the friends he makes going out drinking and actually having time to socialize—and that means a lot! I think Yamato is probably the name which becomes most meaningful and like a home to him by the end of the series. This is the active name, the name where he is most himself. It’s vital for him to have that space to grow into! 

But that said, I personally feel like, if he were to continue beyond the edges of the story, this would not be the final name he bears. He’s probably well aware that a single name cannot contain who he is, or who he wants to be, and while being Given a name can be a beautiful thing (like i said, most of my names are gifts! i treasure them.) I think that, for his character arc, I would like him to name himself at some point. Even if it’s a name that only exists for private spaces, I want him to complete that self determination, to at least try it out, even if ultimately Yamato is the name everyone else will know him by.

Physical Transition Stuff

i will confess i hurt to imagine these shinobi binding 😭😭 even if an individual is binding safely (well made binder, no more than 8 hours, AND No Physically Intense Activity) they stand to risk hurting themself! In real life we gotta balance out the physical pain and the pain of dysphoria, but this is naruto and I’m Gonna Play Some Headcanon Games!

If chakra is both a kind of spiritual energy as well as directly connected to the body (as we learned in the hyūga fight) then it stands to reason that by manipulating ones own chakra, they can manipulate the body, or at least the way the body changes (such as naruto’s healing factor) 

This probably is not the safest thing to do unless you’re a mednin or following the directions of one, LMAO

The second the hell of puberty started up for Tenzō he tried to hold it back by sheer force of willpower + chakra manipulation alone 

but, manually controlling one’s chakra is like trying to prevent a stream from flowing with your hands alone, which is to say: an exhausting uphill battle.

 He’d probably only be doing it on his down time and not on a mission, but even still the most I bet he could make it doing that without getting figured out is two months.

Luckily blockers are readily available, Tenzō just had no idea and, gender being a private experience for him, was trying to handle the whole thing entirely on his own. Soon after attempting to self-regulate hormones him-fucking-self like a very valid but desperate fool, he gets an appointment, gets a prescription, and can chill out and not have to be as hellishly aware of his body constantly.

 Konoha mednin will say trans rights even if the village itself is garbage, this series is so god damn weird already, nobody can tell me a ninja taking hormones is somehow weirder than a ninja taking his dead best friends genetic superpower eye.

TWO WEEKS, THREE SPARS, AND ONE VERY EMOTIONALLY DRAINING CONVERSATION LATER:

u might think kakashi is passing him a water bottle and they both look so exhausted bc its post spar but no. physically theyre fine, but the emotional toll of having to talk about something either of them care at all about? miracle they survived.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

I think what bugs me most about this attempt to find a way monetize Tumblr is the cruel temptation it will be to be some people, and the way giving in will only hurt.

Suppose you desperately need money, create 99% of what you post on Tumblr, and have a few thousand followers. It might sound so good, the idea of getting a wee bit of money to survive on from something you already invest so much time and energy into. A little voice in your head might whisper “What does it hurt to try?”

Yeah. No. You probably won’t end up with a penny, but might find yourself suddenly with zero followers. 

The truth is it not only won’t work for most of us, it will probably just lose you what audience you had for your creations.  I don’t say this to bash anyone’s blog. We are here posting away for a bit of human contact, to share, but creating new content isn’t a priority for most of us. Those that do churn out new stuff make stuff out of enthusiasm but not necessarily professionalism. 

 What do make and then post on Tumblr amounts to a child running up to you holding their drawing going “LOOK! Look what I made!!!!” Reblogging is like sticking the kid’s art on the fridge. You may think the little one’s crayon scribblings are adorable and you will treasure it as a gift, but would you honestly pay $9.99 for it? 

Ignoring the fact that charging for fandom based creations, the bulk of what’s on Tumblr, can get you into legal trouble, there is still a big risk involved in trying to charge for what you make. You have to accept the inevitable rejection.  So there you are, making stuff and living a life with no one to share it with, but you found Tumblr. It’s free. You can share what you make. And OMG, there actual humans that like what you made!! Tumblr becomes an emotional lifeline. It’s great, despite all the things you grumble about the place.

But then one day disaster strikes. There are medical bills or a broken down car or an empty fridge until next payday. And now Tumblr says, “Hey, you know all those things you have been posting, and all those followers you have for them? Well, do we have a money making idea for YOU!”

And you give in. You know it may not be much, but every little bit helps so why not?

Then you get up the next morning and find, instead of a bit of money the sound if crickets. Your followers, built up over years and feeling like friends, are gone. Your posts of things made with all that enthusiasm, go unseen. You realize you cut your own lifeline.

So yeah, obviously almost no one here is making anything people would pay to see, so this is gonna fail. But before it does a few desperate people might find themselves ruining what they have for the chance for something they will never get.  I make 99% of what I post is original creations. I do have a few thousand followers (half bots?LOL). I am about as broke as a person can be while still having a roof over their head. But I am NOT going charge folks on here to see my damn posts!  Thing is, I am not a gambler by nature, but some people are. Some people won’t even get they are risking anything. They need the emotional support of Tumblr but they also NEED money. I just worry about the emotionally fragile people hurt because they were economically fragile too. 

[swga-ficrecs]

june 2021 recap

ahh june was a really fic-filled month!!! i used to be a silent reader but then i realized that it’s hard to go back to the fics i really liked reading since i had no way of finding them except for remembering key words and googling the shit out of it lol so!!! i thought of doing a monthly recap of all my favorites in addition to the fics i like and reblog. thank you to these wonderful authors who just write pure magic  ✨

🏆 holy grail  |  ☀️ fluff  |  🌧 angst  |  💋 smut.

fave authors

🏆 @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong

HOLY GRAIL AUTHOR!!! Loved a lot of their series because of the tropes and the plot. I’ll definitely come back to their fics in the future for another binge reading session

@taecalikook

Really loved their fuckboy trope fics. Has a few unfinished fics I’m excited to binge read once they’re completed

🏆 @gukyi

Discovered their work back in 2017? Really loved IGYMH and reread their masterlist this month

@ve1vetyoongi​

All I can remember is the ending of Mic Drop and I can’t  😭 I’m really excited for their unfinished fics!!!!

fave fics 

Arranged by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol MYG x student reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

Dissonance by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: bassist KTH x student / band manager reader

Y/N is a struggling student in Seoul: working multiple jobs, living in a broom closet apartment, and often sacrificing her dignity for the sake of her livelihood. What happens when a handsome stranger presents her with an offer she cannot refuse at the moment she needs it most?

The Parting by @.minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong  🏆 🌧 ☀️

Pairing: flower shop owner PJM x reaper reader

The only certainty in life is death, and it seems to follow Park Jimin. All his life, the icy shadow of death has hung closely by his side, along with the shadow of…something else. Reapers exist to guide the souls of the living to the world beyond. But what happens when a particular Reaper tampers with the natural order and saves a mortal boy’s life? What will they do once their fates become inextricably linked?

From Home by @gyukult  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: chaebol JJK x reader

jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

(Not) Just Friends by @.taecalikook  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Bestfriend / fuckboy / fratboy JJK x reader ft. KSJ 

Befriending the fuckboy with devilishly handsome face and emotional capacity of a pea is not your choice, especially when you met him when you were in fifth grade, attracted for the unhealthy vermilion shaded face of the nerd he was that fateful day. So was Jungkook, as he is already putting strictly platonic label on your forehead and calls it a day. But it is only a matter of time before everything changes, and it only takes a frat party, lots of booze and… a certain Kim Seokjin.

Partiality by @jiminimoon  🏆 🌧

Pairing: Husband PJM x reader

You and Jimin argue about your kids not loving you two equally

Brown-eyed Baby by @jeonstudios  🏆 ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Single Parent JJK x reader

a lost child at the mall. eyes from a different time.

I’ll Give You My Heart by @.gukyi  🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: CEO bestfriend MYG x reader

gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend min yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything?

The Truth Between Us by @.gukyi and @jimlingss   🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Editor MYG x reader

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

Love is Blind by @cinnaminsvga 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

[Final] Pairing: Fake boyfriend KNJ x reader

social media au where y/n posts a fake boyfriend application on twitter as a dare but ends up seeking something real in the long run (aka how to fall in love the zillennial way)

Love Grows Where You Go by @hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Fiancé MYG x reader

determined to make you and yoongi grow closer for your upcoming wedding in two weeks, your parents plan a trip for the both of you that lasts five days long. you know you should be ecstatic about it, considering your longtime crush on your fiancé, but by how you’re positive that he secretly despises your whole being, you don’t find this mini vacation with him something to look forward to. that is until things take an unexpected turn and suddenly, he makes it apparent he doesn’t hate you at all as you reckoned.

Give Me Love by @.hueseok 🏆 ☀️ 🌧

Pairing: Lawyer boyfriend KNJ x reader

you’ve been in a relationship with your boyfriend for over five years now, yet the talk of marriage has never been initiated between the two of you. of course, you try to somehow squeeze it in from time to time, but it seems like no matter what, namjoon just won’t take the hint

Cornfields and Cosmos by @jessikahathaway ☀️ 🌧 💋

Pairing: Alien MYG x reader

Cornfields: He was an alien. You were a girl. Can I make it any more obvious? Probably. It’s the one where Yoongi’s a cold alien that needs love too.

Cosmos:  Yoongi and you had been travelling together for a long time. You’d begun the terrifying journey of becoming parents. When a new person arrives in a way you didn’t expect, you and Yoongi’s relationship is sent into a tailspin.

The Art of Craving by @venusiangguk  ☀️ 💋

Pairing: Single parent DILF JJK x reader

jk takes you to a bbq at his friends house. the tri-tip is good but the creampie is even better.

fics to i’m waiting to finish before binge reading

What we are not ; Soulmates by @.taecalikook

Pairing: MYG x reader x KTH

you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

When the sea sleeps by @.taecalikook

Pairing: KSJ x reader

marriage should be based on love, but it’s not really the case with you and Seokjin. what’s more beneficial than two person who sworn off romances to get married out of obligation, right? but you should have known better, that keeping your heart straight from wanting someone like Kim Seokjin is next to impossible.

After Midnight by @.gyukult

Pairing: JJK x reader

jeon jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.

Better With You by @ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: KSJ x reader

A part time job as a chef at Paradise Resort seems like the perfect way to spend your summer and save up some spare cash to open your own restaurant back home. That is until you cross paths with the CEO’s son who threatens to fire you if you don’t help him inherit his trust-fund-baby-fortune. How? By making you his fiancé. Well, his pretend fiancé at least.

Operation: Love Letters by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

Remember Me by @.ve1vetyoongi

Pairing: OT7 x reader

Taehyung wants to be forgotten. Overwhelmed by his life as idol persona V, he longs to just be Kim Taehyung for once. Even if that means forgetting everything he ever knew

🏆  The Prince and His Rose by @vanaera

Pairing: Football player / Childhood bestfriend JJK x reader

Drabble series of “For a While”

The Heart Holiday by @.vanaera

Pairing: MYG x reader

Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing their PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

My Time by @.vanaera

Pairing: JJK x reader

A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

Lost Stars by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

the last person you’d expect to be there for you is your roommate, jeongguk, on the night you break up with your cheating boyfriend; because as far as you’re concerned, the both of you aren’t exactly friends, and he definitely shouldn’t be running to get you upon hearing you sob via phone call.

so when he does, you begin thinking that maybe you’ve just been hard on him over the years, or perhaps he just liked pretending to be an annoying shit most of the time. either way, it becomes the beginning of an unexpected friendship finally blossoming.

Dexterity + Stupidity by @.hueseok

Pairing: JJK x reader

a drabble series that features surgical intern!jeongguk x surgical resident!reader as they go through their odd senior-junior relationship, obviously having the hots for each other and yet, frustratingly goes into twists and turns in order to properly act on it.

Crimson Grail by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: MYG x reader

There were tales of the famed pirate Min Yoongi, Captain of the Crimson Grail. However, one meeting with him is hardly ever enough… One taste of adventure, and you were addicted.

Baby Talk by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: PJM x JJK x reader

Jimin and Jungkook had been trying to get a surrogate for years. Finally when you agree to help them, their dreams seem to be coming true. But, dreams change…

Vegas, Baby by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. What happens when there’s a little more legality to it than that?

Taming the Beast by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: KTH x reader

You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?

Owner by @.jessikahathaway

Pairing: JJK x reader

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

If Only You Knew by @agustdakasuga

Pairing: BTS x reader

From the start, you knew you wanted to be a hybrid rehabilitator. You needed to help these hybrids heal, learn to live with one another and lead normal lives. Even if they are all different, you hoped that they could give each other a new reason to live.