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zaephix · 9 days

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XOXO, kiss me, dont say no! / / genshin and star rail men . . .

the various ways they kiss you throughout your relationship <3

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive in general but rlly suggestive on the last one lolz

w/c: .774k

author's note: this is lazy ash sorry but ive been so unmotivated recently its crazy also super random but dont let my blog theme deceive u my fav colors r pink and orange im js too lazy to change it LMAO

he opts for more chaste kisses, kisses that are shared between the two of you in passing. forehead kisses that happen between the two of you as he brings you your coffee for the day, kisses on the cheek as he has one hand on your waist to get past you, kisses on the corner of your lips to get that one crumb off of them. they leave you excited and almost pining for the next one. he is a busy man, sure, but he'd never not make time for affection between the two of you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvilette, thoma, kaeya, baizhu, chongyun, sunday, dr. ratio, luocha, gepard, blade, aventurine . . .

he gives you a kiss every chance he gets. on your cheek, forehead, nose, neck, and even your chin at times. he's so quick about it, always finding the most obscure places to place his lips. you can't help but reciprocate it, turning it into a game on how many you can give eachother without it being in the same place. it was only when you gave him a quick peck on the lips did he finally click in his head that he could've kissed you there all along. "oh."

venti, itto, childe, heizou, lyney, gaming, razor, kaveh, cyno, sampo, luka, jing yuan, yanqing . . .

he is a gentleman first and foremost. he checks with you by the slightest glance between the two of you before leaning down to press his lips against yours. kisses to the back of your hand, the crown of your head, the veins on your wrist... the list goes on and on. it was to the point where the simplest graze of his fingers on your skin as he fixes your clothes felt intimate. and to be honest it makes you almost fall in love with him again, your perfect gentleman.

zhongli, diluc, neuvilette, thoma, wriothesley, kazuha, ayato, welt, gepard, gallagher, luocha, argenti, dan heng . . .

he is rather the opposite, he is a tease before everything. it seems like you can never have your way with him. his lips would just barely brush with yours, his eyes looking at you with a too-proud smirk. he'd either be insanely quick or painfully slow, no in between. he knew what he was doing, and god was it driving you mad. it was just when you started giving him his own medicine did he understand how you felt, and by the end of the week he was putty in your arms, begging for more.

kaeya, childe, cyno, kaveh, venti, xingqiu, lyney, wriothesley, jiaoqiu, sampo, boothill, aventurine, dan feng, gallagher. . .

his favorite kisses are lazy kisses. kisses that require no minimum amount of effort but still leave you satisfied. he says he just prefers to take his time with you, but all that really means is that he just wants to put his lips on you wherever he can. slow drags of his mouth tickle your skin, his face buried in your neck. he especially loves it when you caress his lips with your fingers before leaning in to kiss him, the soft matress beneath you dipping as you whisper into his ears before sleep takes you both, "g'night."

alhaitham, kazuha, kaeya, scaramouche, aether, jing yuan, dr ratio, blade, welt, boothill, aventurine . . .

kisses with him somehow always feel nervous. like he's inching towards you before (awkwardly) looking away to anywhere but your face. you made him feel like a boy with his first crush, ears slightly red at the possibility of a kiss. many of these times you had to initiate them yourself, easing him into it. now that he had someone to call his own, it felt almost surreal. and unbenknownest to you, he regularly kisses you on your forehead as you're sleeping, your dreams suddenly feeling sweeter than before.

aether, scaramouche, albedo, lyney, bennett, kaveh, freminet, gorou, tighnari, xiao, dan heng, arlan, gepard, moze . . .

his kisses feel straight out of a romance drama, always tender and sickeningly sweet. and you can't help but wonder if he takes notes on your favorites. but no, this was just how he was. the way he'd hold intense eye contact before leaning in to close the gap, the way he cradled the side of your head, even the way he'd softly whisper "is this okay?" each and every time. he leaves your face and neck warm and flushed, and when you try and hide it, he gently tilts your head up with his fingers. "don't hide your face, pretty"

ayato, baizhu, diluc, zhongli, kazuha, neuvillette, venti, kaeya, thoma, argenti, boothill, jing yuan, gepard . . .

he prefers to have his kisses as few as possible, yet with the most passion as he can muster. kisses between the two of you are rare unless its initiated by you, like small gestures like forehead and cheek kisses. but there are times where even he cant deny himself of your lips, pulling you into his lap randomly out of the blue. when he does decide to take pity on the both of you, he takes your breath and soul away. they're hot, heavy, full of pent up emotion, bad or good. and by the end you two are breathing into eachother's mouth, both your eyes telling eachother to not stop.

alhaitham, albedo, scaramouche, diluc, capitano, xiao, sunday, blade, dr ratio, dan heng, dan feng, moze . . .

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qqueenofhades · 1 year

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I understand how important it is to be able to criticize the President, and am not at all of the belief he should be beyond critique, but the critiquing of Biden makes me so nervous. (That's not to say I agree with every decision he's made - I absolutely do not). But I feel like people see things he's done wrong and decide they won't vote for him because of it. I'm not sure if enough people have the ability to see that he's done things wrong but also is our only hope of staving off literal fascism.

So many people talk about how sick they are of it constantly being a lesser of two evils situation, constantly having to vote for a candidate they hate because the other side is worse (I heard it in 2020, 2022, etc), and I guess I just- I don't really get it? We're here because they didn't do that in 2016. All of this could've been avoided had the result been different then. I just feel like people don't comprehend how different of a place we'd be in if Hillary won and engage in all this cognitive dissonance to make themselves feel better about being part of the reason she didn't.

Like.... this has been a long-running topic of discussion on my blog, not least because it is so inexplicable and maddening. It also shows how terribly shallow most people's understanding of the American political process is, and how toxic the "I can only vote for a candidate if every single personal belief/position of theirs matches mine" belief is, as well as how much damage it has done to American democracy even (and indeed, especially) by people who technically don't identify as right-wing. Yell at Republicans all you like (God knows I do, because they're the worst people on earth) but they vote. Every time. Every election. Every candidate. Whereas the Democratic electorate still holds out for Mister Perfect, and it very definitely is Mister Perfect. The amount of "evil HRC!!!" Republican-poisoned Kool-Aid that so-called progressives drank in 2016, and then afterward when they insisted they could have voted for someone like Elizabeth Warren and then didn't do that in 2020, is... baffing.

Frankly, I don't care if Hillary Clinton's personal positions on XYZ issue were the most Neoliberal Corporate Centrist Shill to Ever Shill (and Online Leftists' intellectual skills being what they are, I seriously doubt that they were using any of those words correctly and/or accurately). American policy is not made by "personal dictate of the ruler," or at least it shouldn't be, because we are not an absolute monarchy. We rely on the operation of a system with input from many people. As such, if Hillary had been elected, we would have 2-3 new liberal justices on SCOTUS and have secured civil and environmental rights for the next generation. Roe would be intact, and all the other terrible rulings that SCOTUS has recently handed down wouldn't have happened. We wouldn't have had January 6th, the attempt to stage a coup, all the tawdry scandals, our national security being at risk because of Trump stealing classified documents and probably selling them to Russia and/or Saudi Arabia, etc etc. If you think that's in any way an equivalent amount of evil to what would have happened if Hillary was elected, or if she was "still evil!!!," then I honestly don't know what to tell you. She could fucking murder puppies in her spare time if she had preserved SCOTUS for us, WHICH SHE WOULD HAVE, BECAUSE SHE WARNED US EXACTLY WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN.

(Hoo. Sorry. Still steamed. 2016 war flashbacks, again.)

In short, Hillary would have been a solid continuity Democrat and she would have signed whatever legislation a Democratic House and Senate passed, not to mention been hugely inspiring as the first female president. But because it's so important to the Online Leftists' moral sense of themselves that BOTH PARTIES ARE THE SAME!!!, they can't possibly acknowledge that ever being a factor, and/or admit that they have any culpability in not voting for her in 2016. It's like when you read the British press about any of the UK's equally numerous problems, and they BEND OVER BACKWARD to avoid mentioning that Brexit might be a factor. They just can't mention it, because then that means they might have made the wrong choice in pulling for it as hard as they did, and blah blah Sovereignty.

Basically, if HRC had been elected president, everything would be so much less terrible and terrifying all the time, we would be talking about her successor in 2024 as someone else who could be the "first," we could explore handing the reins over to Kamala as a Black/Asian woman, we could promote Buttigieg as the first gay president, etc etc. But because 2016 was so catastrophically fucked up, we are in damage control mode for the immediate future and every election is just as pivotal. And yet, because people think that the only thing that matters is a presidential candidate's personal views, we're stuck having the same old arguments and desperately begging people over and over to please vote against fascism, since that somehow isn't self-evident enough on its own. Yikes on Bikes.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #hillary clinton was right about everything: the redux redux redux

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dstryvampres · 4 months

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Lab Assistant

MINORS/AGELESS BLOG DNI !

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Warnings: smut LOL, dub con, pnv, unprotected sex, use of fear toxin on some dude, he smacks your ass like once

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: this is my first time writing just pure smut, sorry if the set up is super long.

For the past week your heater had been broken, and despite multiple calls to your landlord which always ended up with the promise that he would come over to fix it eventually, you were still freezing. Though you could escape the biting cold throughout the day by taking up a second home at your university, you always had to eventually come back to your shitty studio apartment and suffer through the night. You’re excess time spent on campus was well spent, studying in the library, napping under stairwells or in-between shelves in the library, stirring around coffee you didn’t even like but knew you have to drink to stay in the cafe, or staring longingly at your psychology professor Dr. Crane. The lack of any privacy throughout your day had started to get annoying after the first three days, not helped by the fact that because you saw Dr Crane more than you usually do, leading to you feeling more high strung. Gotham was not treating you kindly.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out quite loudly above you, forcing you out of your final exam induced coma. You gritted your teeth, knowing that you were likely overstaying your visit to the campus library, especially since you had just finished your last exam of the season, who knows how many hours ago.

Looking up you were met with the face of your favourite professor, Dr Crane. Another horrible coincidence, it was embarrassing for someone so put together and professional to find you so vulnerable, especially someone who you had in mind when your hand was shoved down your pants most nights.

“The library is closing soon, I would recommend getting your stuff and heading out,” Dr Crane says, his voice oddly empathetic. A jarring contrast to the usual mix of hostility and boredom his voice held during lectures. He sighs and takes off his glasses, pinching his eyebrows together, seeming conflicted over what he wants to say next, so instead you fill the space with your own voice.

“Of course, I’m so sorry sir. I seemed to lose track of time, and was too exhausted to walk home. Again, I am so sorry. I should have set a timer or just maybe not sleep in the library, that was so-“

“You have been spending a weird amount of time on campus for the past week,” Dr Crane interjects, giving you a once over. “Is everything okay at home?”

The question was so genuine it made your brain short circuit. Why would he even care about you?

“Not really,” you laughed, the two words coming out of your mouth before you had time to think. A habit only recently picked up due to sleepless nights.

A smile crept over your professor's face, one that didn’t seem to reach the rest of his face. You couldn’t tell if it was from the shock of your honesty or something more sinister. He sat down in front of you, scratching his nose, letting a silence stretch out. Just long enough for pricks of discomfort to stir.

“Well, I’m running a program here at the university over the winter break. Just need an assistant to help me over at Arkham for an experiment I’m conducting. The job would include housing closer to Arkham, since it’s a little out of the city, and it pays about a dollar over the minimum wage. If you’re interested,” he slides a business card over the table, smile now dropped, “just email me in the next 48 hours.”

Taking the card eagerly between your fingers, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ under your breath before pocketing it. When you look up he’s already halfway gone. Packing up your things as fast as you can, you leave the library and hop on the train back to your shitty apartment. An email is sent to Dr Crane that night, and the following day you are confirmed as his assistant for this experiment the next day.

𝜗𝜚

The space provided for your three week stay was slightly better than your studio apartment, mostly because it had heating, but also because you shared a wall with Dr Crane. Besides the housing, the internship also came with an average pay, some work experience, and enough credits to compensate for one class. Your first week there had mostly been mundane tasks, taking notes outside of interrogation rooms while Dr Crane interviewed patients, making coffee for the two of you, making patient profiles, and making sure no one took any of Dr Crane’s “special medicine” for the experiment. Despite the easy work and the decent benefits, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something more sinister that Dr Crane wasn’t telling you about the experiment. With a thesis based around the concept of fears, you had yet to notice any great dive into the topic beside a few one-off questions.

“Before we start this week,” Dr Crane starts, sitting down in the chair opposite to you, “I want to just warn you that this is when the experiment starts to become a little more intense.”

He holds a coffee mug in his hand, as he talks the liquid sloshes around the cup. It's all information you already know, you signed an NDA, he trusts you, do what he says, and that he needs you to stay out of the room no matter what. Last week you learned just how Dr Crane enjoys his coffee, no milk and one sugar, you can’t understand how he can drink it. One sugar can’t mask the bitter taste. He drinks it quickly though, remembering the taste makes you gag.

“Before we begin today, can you prepare the variable today in syringes? I will be introducing it into the experimental group today.”

He sets down the now empty mug, a loud thump echoes through the room, startling you. Dr Crane smiles at your reaction, it’s the same one he always gives you, the one that doesn’t reach the rest of his face. You ignore the stone that has formed inside your stomach, picking up your clipboard and pen.

“I’ll meet you in room 283B,” your professor puts a hand on the small of your back, leading you both out of his office. A shock is sent through your body at the contact, once out of the room you turn to look at him, but his hand is gone and he’s headed in the opposite direction as you.

Something else that you have noticed throughout this week is just how close Dr Crane is now. He’s more touchy than you would pinpoint him as. Which isn’t saying much, but the small lingering touches he lays on you, a hand on your shoulder, maybe on the small of your back, doesn’t seem to be too professional. One… two… three millilitres of solution per syringe. The questions he asks also seem to be a little weird, especially due to the matter of the study. A common thread being his prying into your fears, and a look of hunger when he asks the questions. Soft thud of the storage container hitting the ‘chemical waste’ bin. Though you can’t really complain, this past week has given you enough content for your late nights to satisfy you for your whole university career, Masters program included. Laying out each of the syringes in a row on the tray, and counting them out. Three syringes on the top tray, six needles on the lower tray. Rolling the tray out of the room and over to the elevator to head up to the second floor.

You softly knock on the door, waiting for Dr Crane to open up the door to the observer section. The door opens in a matter of seconds, only a crack for a couple more seconds, before it is completely opened.

“Thank you,” Dr Crane says, looking down at the tray of syringes. He takes one in his gloved hand, holds it up to the light and nods, a stamp of approval given to your handiwork. “Remember: that if anything goes wrong, do not enter the room, just call security, and take as detailed notes as possible on the patient’s behaviour and the levels on the monitor.”

You nod, taking a look at the monitor set up beside the one-way glass, all vitals seem to be steady at the moment. The door to the room holding the patient opens up and shuts quickly, Dr Crane slipping in and greeting the patient, thanking him for his time. The patient seems to be a middle aged man, scars run across his arms, roughed up from whatever he did before his time in Arkham, he’s bald and seems to be displeased with his situation. Still, when Dr Crane comes to insert the syringe into his arm he stays still and takes it. The opaque liquid disappears as Dr Crane pushes down on the syringe, removing it once all the liquid has entered into the man’s system. A ‘thank you’ is expressed by Dr Crane before he exits the room, syringe in hand. Once the door is locked, Crane disposes of the syringe in the toxic waste bin in the observer’s room.

“The solution will take about five minutes to kick in,” he says, looking at you and it’s now that you realise just how excited he seems to be.

The heart rate on the monitor starts to speed up, taking your attention away from Crane, and noting it down.

“Are you sure you estimated the time correctly?” You ask hesitantly, not wanting to offend your professor.

“I did. No worries. Injections can do this to people.”

The next five minutes pass by slowly, Dr Crane behind your chair, his breath tickling your ear. It’s almost impossible to focus like this, you just want to do something about the growing wet spot in your pants. Screaming immediately breaks through the tension you were feeling, you look at the patient. His eyes are wide, his pupils expanded, and his heart rate reaches around 140 bpm. Alarm sets into your own heart, you didn’t expect this big of a reaction from the patient. Dr Crane nudges your shoulder, reminding you to start writing your observations.

11:06: patient’s heart rate reaches 140 bpm

11:07: patient starts uncontrollably screaming at seemingly nothing

Your continued scribbling of notes doesn’t seem to discourage Dr Crane from talking.

“I didn’t know it would be this effective. I’ve been waiting years for this to be approved and this is better than I could’ve ever expected.”

Nausea settled from the mix of pleading for mercy and screaming from the patient, and Dr Crane’s glee from his reactions. Unsure how you could continue on with doing this almost every single day for the two weeks. Writing soon became sloppy due to your own lightheadedness and nausea, every moment you begged someone to make this stop. It was too much. It stretched on for over fifteen minutes before the patient finally came back from whatever drug induced hallucination he was forced into, yet he was still crying. Wanting to distance yourself so far from this experiment, you place the clipboard down.

“Wonderful isn’t it?” Dr Crane asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Whatever response you thought you could muster was stuck in your throat, so instead you nodded. “I call it my ‘fear toxin.’”

Once his hand left your shoulder, you immediately stood up, head spinning so much that you stumbled right into Dr Crane.

“Are you okay? Did the ‘fear toxin’ effects startle you?” He asks, putting his hands on your shoulder to stabilise you, his voice bridges between mocking and actually concerned.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” You squeeze out, stumbling into the hallway and waving goodbye.

Stumbling around, unable to find the bathroom, you slide down the wall of an empty hallway. Sitting on the floor and curling up into the fetal position. Nausea slipping out of you slowly, eyes closed, just wanting to forget about the whole experience. What substance could even make a man react so horribly? Why would anyone make that in the first place? What purpose could a substance like that even serve? How will this even help-

“There you are,” a voice comes from above you, Dr Crane. You open one eye up, becoming flustered at your unprofessionalism, and enraged at the sight of your cruel professor.

He kneels to your height, offering you his soulless smile. “I’m sorry if that startled you, but I thought you would be better than them. I thought you could fully see my vision, look past the gruesome bits and understand what I’m trying to do here.”

His words both enrage you even further and make you feel even more embarrassed. He created a horrible substance, tested out on a man that, from what you know, didn’t deserve it, and essentially tortured him. On the other hand, this is a man who you have dreamed about and only want to please. For the past three years, you have sat in his class and dreamed about only him. For him to think that only you could understand his plans and dreams, is a flattery you could only dream of.

“Maybe I just didn’t prepare you well enough for this. Can I make it up to you?” Dr Crane asks, offering his hand to you. It takes a couple seconds, but you take it and he leads you upwards.

His hand is oddly cold, his grip on your own hand is firm, but not harsh. His skin is smooth. It’s embarrassing that he has to lead you out of this room, has to coax you to continue.

“Let’s go to my office, hm?” Quirking an eyebrow, but not waiting for a response he led you down the hallway.

Everything seemed to blur together for you, the trip to the elevator, down the elevator, and into his office. He clicks the door shut, locking it, then turns to you. Stepping forward until he’s cornered you onto his desk.

“You think I don’t hear you at night. Calling my name. The walls in that place are very thin,” Dr Crane whispers into your ear, his hand slithering up your thigh.

A gasp escapes your lips, both at the hand now dangerously close to the warmth growing in your pants, and also because you didn’t think he would be able to hear your late night pleasure sessions. Soon he’s cupping your sex and you moan into his ear softly, earning a hum from him. Finger wander up from your sex to cup your chin, he brings you into a kiss. It’s bruising and hungry, he’s biting at your lower lip and you swear you can taste your own blood. His fingers make quick work unbuttoning your pants, sliding them down your legs until they drop to pool around your ankle.

“You're so wet already, how interesting,” He teases, tracing a finger over your clothed slit. Moaning in response you chase after his lips, but he pulls away.

Your underwear is pushed over to the side, and his middle and ring finger breach your entrance. A loud ‘oh’ comes from your mouth, crane presses his lips to yours again to silence you. His fingers move slowly in and out of you, he catches each moan you let out with his mouth. His lips are soft, but the kiss is rough, his fingers speed up. They stretch you out so nicely it stings a little bit. It’s been so long since someone else has pleasured you, at all.

His fingers pulled out of your sex slowly, deliberately. A painstaking motion that left you close to pleasureless as he pulled out of your kiss. Quickly flipping you around and pressing you into his desk, the shock between his warm body behind you and the cold desk pressed against your front sent you spiralling. There was shuffling behind you, before you felt him lineup his cock with your cunt.

“Beg for it.”

Your mouth opens and you spew out a string of ‘please’s and ‘need it’ that seem to satisfy him enough for him to push inside of you. He’s girthier than you expected, but not as long as you expected, which is fine for you. The stretch makes you ache and he won’t be bruising your cervix. Without giving you a moment to adjust he starts to move in and out of you.

“You have to be quiet, okay?” He says, before picking up his speed.

He sets up a consistent speed, hitting a spot inside of you that makes you grip the edge of the desk so intensely that your knuckles are turning white. The desk creaks as he moves in and out of your cunt, his breathing speeds up, one hand twists into your hair pulling your head back and you can’t tell if it’s to ground himself or as a reminder for you not to be too loud. Another hand comes to smack your ass, it's a swift hit, but it makes your knees buckle.

“You're so much better than I thought you would be,” Dr Crane strains out between grunts.

He presses his front to your back, the hand in your hair softening its grip but not leaving. His breath tickles the back of your ear, the grunting coming from him makes you bite your lip to suppress your moans so hard there will be an indent left there tomorrow.

“Dr Crane, can I cum? Please, I’ve been so good, please let me cum,” you babble, the side of your face pressed into his desk making your words slur a little bit.

“Cum for me,” he says, moving the hand not tangled in your hair to your clit. Pressing small circles into your clit, he starts to speed up.

Soon the pressure in your stomach releases and it goes black for a couple seconds. You feel Dr Crane’s hand press into your mouth to silence you as your legs buckle. Once you’re conscious again, he has already pulled out of you and you can hear him zip up his pants. You stand on your shaking legs and follow suit, trying to press your hair down into a more professional shape.

“I would recommend you get cleaned up,” Dr Crane says, giving you a smile, “Was that enough motivation to continue aiding me in my experiment?” “Uh- Yes,” you answer, not fully aware of what you were even saying, too embarrassed and lightheaded to even compute anything he was saying besides ‘getting cleaned up.’

“Perfect. After you get cleaned up, please meet me in room 256B. We can meet again here tomorrow during our lunch break if you continue to need the motivation provided,” He pats you on the shoulder, and leaves you in the room alone.

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sgiandubh · 3 months

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Contemplating Bullshit

Quick, Fandom Police, screencap this and send it to CO. ASAP:

'Dear' CO (or should I say, eh... 'Glinda'? 🙄),

You wrote what amounts to a PhD thesis about one of my recent posts (https://www.tumblr.com/sgiandubh/753845334988423168/they-watch-they-hate-then-they-copy?source=share). So long for your carefully curated 'I don't care about Those Tinhat Shippers' narrative, in the process: but hey, common sense never bothered you and your ilk, right?

You don't care, but you write. Abundantly. Prompted by a denunciation that should give your 'US progressive beliefs' pause. Between you and me, lady: our European shipper community cannot give a dead rat's ass about you systematically dragging the US politics current evolution in this TV series fandom, in an effort to-

a) brown nose the US more conservative, MAGA crowd (with which 'Erself seems to be resonating, but that is suddenly and conveniently of no social and political import to you, of course)

b) sound sophisticated towards what you think (wrongly) is a primitive, uneducated, politically unaware shipper fandom crowd.

Some of the shippers chose to go political, for their own reasons and if they are happy with it, so am I. I do happen to believe in freedom of speech and editorial choices. Many, such as myself, chose to never mix politics and mundane, private beliefs (such as all this fandom thing), just because we happen to think, in Europe, that mixing those two notions is extreme poor taste. With dramatic historical precedents to boot. So you see, I am not very sure what point are you trying to prove, spare that you somehow consider yourself superior to those who do not share your political views. Told you: so long for your progressiveness and I am sorry, but your are such a Cheap Demagogue, lady!

Then, you couldn't help yourself but tell a Big, Fat Glinda Lie:

I did not invent the Orc concept. Your running mate, BIF (the Poor Man's CO, btw) did - and proud of herself, too:

Discerning Orcs vs. Stupid Shippers, Circle of Trust vs. Rectangle of Reality. We know that song, that is so 2019. And sure, I did mention an Orc Army (five to ten blogs, the rest are parrots, unable to make the difference between 'pixilated' and 'pixelated', when talking about a blurry picture - pixie/pixel, btw). My understanding is that someone as genuinely intelligent (that, I grant you) as yourself was piqued by the irony. But you chose to be nasty. Fair enough. Your problem, not mine.

Have you moved on? It doesn't sound like you did. And yeah, you sound angry and bothered and barely keeping up a civilized demeanor, there.

I could go on and on and on, debunking everything you said, but I am merciful to my readers and I happen to think that sometimes being clear and concise is far more effective than being verbose. So, here is the deal, CO:

Take your condescending, US-centric world view and your intolerant nastiness and shove them right up your Glinda nose, ok?

As for me, I am firmly on the ship deck. You are not to tell me what I saw with my own eyes. Better stick to whatever you post on your political blog. You have a LOT of work to do there. Seriously.

PS: in the book, Glinda is the Good Witch from the South. Just pedantically sayin'.

#fandom #shitshow

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creadigol · 4 months

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Hello i just recently found this blog and i'm in love with your writing.

Can you please continue the hero x villain story with the criminal please?

I am so sorry for the long wait…but here it finally is! Thank you so much for the ask! I hope y’all like part 2!

*Warning for slight flashbacks of a traumatic event, but nothing bad.

Part One here.

“Once again Detective, I have no answers to your questions, I have no clue where they are, and if you don’t leave my property within the next thirty seconds I claim the right to shoot you for trespassing.”

Hero heard the voice below them speak with little attempt at patience. Their eyes were heavy and their body felt like lead, but their ears seemed to awaken with no problem. Why would Villain be threatening to shoot Detective? Hero had thought the two tended to keep out of each other’s way. Wait, why was Hero asleep in the same vicinity as Villain in the first place?

“I know you have them! All accounts place you following Hero into the house! Dammit Villain! What happened?”

God, Hero had never heard Detective so worked up before. The man was usually made of stone, even in the face of absolute evil. Hell, Hero once saw the man play a game of russian roulette with a mob boss and win through sheer intimidation. How had Villain got him so worked up? Of course they were enemies, being on opposite sides of a moral code tended to do that…but they had never been outright hostile to each other.

“Fifteen…sixteen…seventeen…” Villain counted. Hero could just picture them casually looking at their watch while unholstering a weapon.

“Fine!” Screamed Detective. “But don’t think I won’t be back! I’ll not rest until Hero is found!”

Hero heard the stomping of boot heels on the walk.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have lost them in the first place!” Villain yelled back.

“Fuck you!”

Hero fought to open their eyes. They moved their fingers and toes, feeling like they were some kind of mummy awakening after centuries of death.

What was Detective talking about? Hero was right here. They had just finished up another case for them when…

The memory flashed before their eyes…the Criminal…the knife…that goddamn smile as Hero bled onto the kitchen floor…the fear…Villain!

No amount of lead in their veins could keep them down at the thought. Hero shot out of the plush bed with speed their body was not ready for.

The window to their right was open, that must be how they heard the conversation at the front door, and Hero stumbled towards it. It took a moment, as their foot got caught in the exceptionally soft bedspread, but they made it.

Hero stood to the side, not wanting anyone outside to see them in such a state of weakness…nor did they want Detective to see them…and looked out. Sure enough, this was Villains street…at least this was the street of their safe house. Hero had found it six months ago while following Villain after a deal gone wrong. They had just wanted to make sure Villain wasn’t too beat up…they ended up staying all night wrapping the Villains wounds.

Hero assumed Villain would have changed houses after that. Guess not.

Hero watched as Detective stomped angrily to his silver sedan. Now how had Detective found the safe house? And why did he not just raid the place? Why put up with Villain’s taunts if he knew Hero was here?

Hero took stock of the room. It was a nice bedroom, rather typical. Blue walls and a matching white and blue quilt. There was a small dresser, night stand and desk that looked like they were bought together at the local Big Lots. Nothing expensive, like how Villain usually liked. Nothing gleaming of elegance or gilding. Nothing special…but comfortable. Actually really comfortable. And kind of cute.

Nothing at all like Villain.

A shuffling outside the bedroom door made Hero stiffen. The door opened revealing Villain, still muttering to themselves about ‘nosy, pain in the ass detectives’. Hero stayed frozen by the window.

Villain was carrying a tray with a sup and bowl on it, something steaming from the bowl when they glanced at the bed and saw it was empty.

“Shit!” They swung around frantically, somehow not spilling anything, and immediately laid eyes on Hero.

“Hero!” Villain gasped. They placed the tray on the nightstand as the tension in their shoulders released. “What in the hell are you doing up? Do you have any idea wha…”

“Where am I?” Hero interrupted them. Villain froze. “What the hell is going on?”

Villain’s eyebrows scrunched. “Hero…” They started. “Do you remember what happened? I mean, I understand if not…”

“Of course I remember,” Hero snapped. “But that does not explain why I’m in your safe house or why Detective was here.”

“Fuck. I knew his voice carried,” muttered Villain. They looked at Hero, seeming to take in their appearance, which Hero felt was probably not great. “You were stabbed Hero. It was bad…really bad. I had to heal you, but…” Villain gestured vaguely.

“You redirected my body’s energy to heal the wound,” Hero finished. That’s why they were sleeping. That’s why they had no energy to spare.

“You should still be out,” Villain said as they walked forward. “I estimated at least another week, if not more. Had planned on Doctor giving you an IV tonight.”

Hero looked down at themselves and took stock of their appearance. Their hair was down, though that had happened during their scuffle with Criminal, and their arms were bruised. Finger prints littered their wrists and elbows. They lifted the front of their t-shirt and glanced at their stomach. Only a slight discoloration showed any sign of the life threatening injury they had received.

“How long was I out?”

“Four days. Detective’s been following me incessantly after they couldn’t find you in that damn house.”

Villain had walked to only an arm's length away. Seeming reluctant to come any closer, yet holding themselves as if to reach out.

“Followed you here I see,” Hero said. They traced their fingers over the discoloration on their stomach.

“Unfortunately.”

Hero let the shirt fall back down and only then comprehended their attire.

“Did you dress me in your pajamas?” Hero asked incredulously.

Villain laughed, “Well your clothes were ruined and there wasn’t much else here.”

“You didn’t…” Hero gave them a look that promised quick vengeance should they hear the wrong answer to their question.

“I was perfectly professional, I assure you. Nothing but doctoring on my part.” Villain clapped them on the shoulder. “You should get back to bed though. You still need time to recover.”

Hero was feeling faint standing, so they agreed and got back into the bed. They got situated under the covers, but sat up by the headboard. Villain stood hovering for a moment before stepping back.

“Why did Detective need to follow you? Why not just tell him I’m here?” Hero eyed Villain as they fiddled with the covered steaming bowl, “Not like saving my life is very illegal. Unless you..you know.”

Hero didn’t finish as they thought about Villain’s words to them before they passed out.

Best not to look to your right though…you have too fair a disposition to look at Criminal now.

“Criminal’s alive,” Villain spoke as if reading their mind. “Did my best, but the bastard lived.”

Hero felt their insides freeze.

You really are perfect aren't you?

Let’s not prolong this dear.

“They’re secured in the hospital ward of the prison.” Villain sat down on the edge of the bed and placed their hand over Hero’s pale one. “You got enough for the case while you were undercover. Better than a confession.”

Villain made eye contact, “They’re never getting out Hero. And if they did, I would finish the job.”

Hero smiled softly. “I have no doubt you would finish the job now if I asked.”

Villain chuckled, “Wouldn’t be the worst job I ever took.”

“But why Detective?” Asked Hero.

“But why Detective what?” Villain said. They patted Hero’s hand and got up to go back to the tray once more.

“Why lie about saving me?”

Villain took the top off the bowl and Hero saw that it contained hot water and a white cloth.

“Should have known you’d have heard that. Damn hearing.”

“Why?” Hero pressed.

Villain handed them a hair tie. “Because I don’t trust him. Or at least I don’t trust who he works for.”

Hero pulled their hair into a bun. “Why?”

Villain swirled the cloth through the water a couple of times. Hero could smell what they assumed were salts or oils mixed in.

“They never should have called you in,” Villain spoke.

Hero reached out for the cloth, “They call me in all the time.”

The cloth stayed in Villain’s hand, submerged in water. “They don’t for the petty stuff.”

“Well this wasn’t exactly petty. Criminal was the killer we’ve been looking for.”

“Exactly!” The water sloshed with Villain’s outburst. “All the victims look like you. All the Criminal’s ‘types’ look like you. Every outfit, hair style, and mannerism was just like you. Criminal’s had an obsession for a while Hero and those bastards banked on it.”

Hero faltered.

“You’re saying they tricked me to get them?”

“I’m saying something’s going on and until we figure it out you’re not safe to go back.”

Hero went silent for a few moments.

“Damn.” They finally whispered.

Villain handed them the warm cloth. “Yeah…damn.”

The scent infused water felt heavenly on Hero’s neck and face. They wondered if this was how Villain kept them clean while they slept.

“So what do we do?”

“You,” Villain pointed, “rest. At least for the next couple of days.”

“And you?” Hero handed the cloth back.

“I’m going to pay the good Commissioner a little visit this week.”

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Hii!!

so I've recently stumbled upon one of your works that has been on my mind ever since, And i checked your profile to find taht the requests were open.. so don't mind if i do!

please could you write more Poly gun and goo x reader? If possible Could it be sfw & nsfw?

anyways thank you sm i love your blog!! Take care <3

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https:strating.com! (sfw & nsfw)

Oh, they're dominant alright...

Dominant enough to make you feel submissive. The type of men to lead you, attentive and is protective of you

The thing is, they know how capable you are despite you're feminine self, but they remain stubborn and still protect you

not because they see you as "weak" no, no, anything but that! They do it because you're THEIR woman, their babygirl!!!! <3

It's as if both of their minds think alike when it comes to you despite how different they are as a person, if you look closely, you can almost see a more different side of them

The more human side

You actually have a lot of privilege than you think

Gun and Goo both have walls so high no one could achieve it for so many years, until you appeared in their lives, and you broke it down inch by inch until you finally saw them for who they truly are

Corny, i know

Gun is a dedicated man, has a reputation to uphold, stoic and emotionless--Wait! Wait! Is that Gun? With his sweetheart? Watching Barbie? And him wearing pink!? And makeup?!?!

He teaches you Japanese!

Often times he takes advantage of your lack of knowledge with Japanese by speaking to you in his language, secretly using it as a way to be more sentimental and romantic with you

"I love you... Y/n." "Can you repeat what you said? I'll translate it--" "It's nothing." *Kisses you on the forehead before leaving*

Gun is the type to read novels in his free time, HE MUST BE!

Has definitely annotated a book before and slipped it under your bed as a gift while you were sleeping, showing his comments, qoutes highlighted--Ugh, he'd definitely do it for you

Very attentive!!! When you lean down, he puts his hand on the corner of the table so it wouldn't hit you! When you sneeze, he's quick to pull a tissue and hand it to you while talking to someone in front of him

Now, Goo... He's definitely easygoing towards the relationship

Anything you both want, he's game, fr fr

He's the one who cooks for the three of you most of the time, once called you his "Cute little chef" when you decided to help him at the kitchen

If you're the type of sweetheart to vape or smoke--Nope! Now you're not! He'll throw your cigs away the moment he sees it and gives you a scolding while coddling you in his strong arms

"Sugarbunch! You shouldn't be smoking, it's bad for you!" *Pouts as he whines about how bad it'll affect you*

A teaser at it's finest!

Will tease you until the end, but if someone else does it, he's already readying his knuckles for charging, plus with his menacing glare

has slow danced to you at least once when he was feeling romantic at the time, where he's surprisingly quiet as he merely basks in the soft melody from the tv, and your warm presence

UGH, DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE MONEY PART

money, money, money

Gun and Goo have many love languages, but I suppose one thing in common is: GIFT GIVING!

You look, they pay. You touch, they pay. You smile, they pay.

That's it. They don't think too much about how much money of theirs you spend, they can make twice the amount in a week.

Besides, how could they say no to you?

nsfw part (not very detailed, but do be cautious, ps: I'm still new at writing smut sorry jehrbferfe)

They're big. That's it.

Gun and Goo have tremendous amount of work, so at the end of the day, you'd expect rounds of sex the moment they open the door surprisingly quiet

They've fucked you separately most of the time, but gets horny at the thought of fucking you at the same time (which does happen actually)

Sex with Gun is intimate and passionately rough

He holds you possessively as he ruts into you once again for the umpteenth time, eyeing your luscious curves while you whimper at the sensitivity inside of you

"I've fucked you many times... Yet, you still don't seem to get used to it."

His cock is big, who could blame you?

Gun's a genius at making you feel good, wether it's the words he use, or just from his actions--He'd lower his lips close to your ears and speaks to you in a breathy manner, seemingly unfazed at the way you clutch on to his arms for dear life

Hidden praises and faux degradation, you couldn't tell what he would be using, but both styles have definitely made you sigh in pleasure

"Can't you see how much of a slut you look like right now? Heh, keep whining and see where that gets you." "Just like that, hah... Attagirl."

Goo's open to explore new kinks and positions, so expect a box of toys in front of you the moment he locks the bedroom door

Might be into voyeurism... He's a risky guy, after all

Leans more into praises, yet degrades you for a minute just for fun

He's fucked you most of the time through bdsm, but Goo is still a romantic, he'd like rose petals on the floor, low music, and just have a good time

Quite vocal unlike Gun--Who mostly groans--and begins to get louder the more close he gets to his high

"Fuck, you're such a good girl for me, yeah? You're close aren't ya? I know you are, I can feel you down there--Agh~" "'Wonder what Gun thinks if I send him a pic of you looking like a complete whore, ugh baby you're so fucking cute like this!"

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firsts / christian pulisic

face claim: hailee stenfield

request: Hi, first off i wanna say i love your blog! If you’re still taking requests, could you do one with y/n and christian being a private but not secret couple? (y/n is a famous actress) they get super shy when asked about each other in interviews and dodge the questions but social media gets to see a sneak peek of their relationship because they are always supportive of each other

author's note: tysm for your ask!! <33 sorry that it took me this long but i didn't know how to portray this in a way that i liked but i think this is it 🤍 hope you like it!!

| FIRST TIME YOU TWO MEET

christian was never one to attend parties without his friends, and every time they decided that they'll go out, it took a large amount of convincing for him to go with him. but today, luck seemed to be on their side and christian accepted the invitation rather quickly. on the other hand, you were at every party. being a rising actress, you knew how beneficial it was for your career to mingle with new people, not that you had to force it, it came naturally to you.

your friends had insisted you go to this particular party because they wanted you to meet someone. you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment given how busy your schedule already was, but you were surprised when you met christian, and you two hit it off from the start. never an awkward silence between you two, not just because you were joined with your group of friends, but also because even when it was just you two speaking, everything just felt good.

at the end of the night, you two had exchanged numbers promising to meet again, and both your friends couldn't be happier to see their matchmaking skills becoming a reality.

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| FIRST TIME YOU MENTIONED HIM

"so, who are you supporting for the superbowl this year?" simon, the interviewer, questioned, after extensively talking about the role you were playing in your next movie. "well, the rams are my favorite team but they're obviously out, so i'd say the eagles" you joked, knowing that they were one of christian's teams apart from the jets, who hadn't reached the conference finals either. "caught me by surprise there!" the man who was in charge of your interview said, giggling a bit while the public cheered. "yeah, i caught my boyfriend watching a game recently so i guess that's who we're cheering for" you smiled, instantly going red at the mention of your partner. your manager had listed the topic of relationships off of every interview you had given in the past month, and you knew that by bringing it up yourself you were giving the green light to receive questions about it.

"that's new, y/n! do we know this lucky boy?" simon asked, clearly interested in getting the headline that would be all over the news tomorrow morning. "he's certainly not joe burrow!" you said, laughing about the bengals' quarterback who you found incredibly pretty, but who wasn't your boyfriend. the public laughed at your joke and thankfully, you got out of the topic without having to reveal the secret identity of your partner.

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| FIRST TIME THE FANS SUSPECTED ABOUT YOU TWO

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| FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKED HIM ABOUT YOU

christian was busy shooting a video for a random magazine. it was one of those where he read questions asked to him through social media, and he got to answer on camera. it made him a bit uncomfortable, seeing as there wasn't a real person asking the questions in front of the camera, it was just him before the lens. he started to read one of the last envelopes he still had left, that said, "we know you're a very private person and we respect that. in the past few months, we saw how close y/n and you are. what do you think about her?"

"well" he laughed, clearly uncomfortable about the topic, seeing as his cheeks reddened just by hearing your name. "she's incredibly nice. i think she's the nicest person to be around, honestly" he gushed, still trying to calm his thoughts so he could answer correctly, without giving too much away. though it would be hard, considering how many great things he had to say about you, his girlfriend.

"we're pretty similar actually. she might be a little more extroverted than me and i might be better at playing soccer" christian laughed, remembering how angry you got while playing football -as you liked to call it to annoy him, even though you were american too- with him. "i think we work well together, we're a great team".

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| FIRST TIME YOU POSTED EACHOTHER

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fan4 THIS HAS TO BE CHRISTIAN

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yourusername i liked number 10 the most

masonmount think you meant 19*

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starrclown · 9 months

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☆ Redesign Time/Have Tea With Me: The Black Characters of Hazbin Hotel, The Radio Demon ☆

Note: Okay I kinda feel like a cheat because it isn't a whole redesign, it's just two sketchy headshots. Sorry it's not a full design. Sorry also it isn't my Stolitz Rewrite... but I have 10 followers now!! I know that's not alot but hey, it means people actually WANT to read these blogs and see my art. I'll take it!!)

Ahoy Matey's!! So there has been two controversies going on withing the Hazbin Hotel fandom. 1 has been long term while the other is semi recent.

Have tea with me while we talk about it 🫖🍵:

1. The black/people of color don't have any features of their race.

2. Alastor's voodoo symbols.

I will not be talking about Alastor's voodoo. I am a white boy and I am not educated enough to talk about Voodoo. What I'm here to talk about is that none of the poc look like poc. Let's play another game. What is the race of these characters:

Have your guess? Their black. Sera is black, Velvette is black, and Alastor is Creole. All are black and or mixed and none of them have any ethnic features. All of them are gray. (I'm just saying it's sad when me, a white boy that has 2c/3a hair, has curlier hair then people with textured hair.)

(Also, Alastor, who is not a good guy but is the good guy team, is light gray. Velvette, who is on the villains side, is dark gray. I'm not accusing Viv of being racist but I find it weird.)

The problem is so easy to fix. GIVE THEM ETHNIC FEATURES!! ITS SO EASY!! No one's expecting you to draw every individual braid or dreadlock but oh my god!! Give them textured hair! Or I don't know, NOT ASHY GRAY SKIN!! BLACK PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL VIV!! YOU CAN MAKE THEM BROWN ITS OKAY I SWEAR!! Sorry that got aggressive. Look, I just said that I am not a poc but there's no way they don't have black people on the SpindleHorse team. Hell, you can just ask people on Twitter or the black people you know!! Seriously, it's not hard to learn to draw ethnic features! It's really fun actually! I had so much fun drawing the second hairstyle!! Speaking if which!! (Drum noises)

Drawing these hairstyles were so fun yall. Andddddd, you get a sneak peak at what my Alastor redesign might look like! If you can tell what I'm going for then you get a cookie. Dude the second hairstyles was so fun. Like honestly. I do think I can do the first hairstyle, (I think I know the nameof this hairstyle but I don't want to be wrong.), better but thats for me to practice on my own time. Seriously I had so much fun drawing these. Hell I didn't even line them. Those are sketches with colors. These aren't final designs or anything, I still need to adjust colors and get his outfit planned out but I think I know where I'm going with this!!

The hairstyles I used:

It's just really sad seeing how SpindleHorse treats its poc characters. Textured hair can come in so many different types and hairstyles, you just wasting them making have straight hair with choppy waves. (Side note: Does anyone else like get excited when they draw new things? Like I was happy drawing Al's hair. I got excited learning how to draw my curls. I tried learning how to draw a hijab. It's really fun actually!! I highly suggest to challenge yourself drawing other types of hair types, races, religions, clothing. Seriously it helps your art and representation is important.)

There were other examples I couldn't list but I don't want this to be long. I want to get back to my Stolitz post but I HAD to draw Alastor with textured hair. Seriously Viv, he's Creole, at least make him look like it if your not even going to try and make him look like what he's described.

I have about 60% of the Stolitz post done! I encourage you to draw something new and to commit mass amounts of tax fraud!! Goodbye Matey's!!

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

#artwork #digital art #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel art #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel redesign #HIS HAIR WAS SO FUN YALL!!

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🍉 sponsor a fic for gaza 🍉

hey y'all! I decided to offer some of my favorite WIPs up for sponsorship as part of the @ficsforgaza campaign.

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for every $1 donated, I will add 100 words to the sponsored fic. for donations $5 or more, I can incorporate a kink of your choice into the fic (see my list of preferred kinks on my pinned).

salvation | suguru geto x f!reader (series masterlist)

Nearly a year and a half after your divorce, Suguru Geto still texts you. You stopped responding after he told you the ridiculous lie that he was a priest a year ago. When he sends a picture of himself in his priest robes, you feel a little guilty about ignoring him all this time. cw: dub-con (coersion), manipulation, others listed on the series masterlist. (sponsorship going towards the final two chapters of the series) words sponsored: 0/4000

thank you for the venom | toji fushiguro x f!reader

years of cheating and verbal abuse pushes you to murder your rich husband, satoru gojo. finishing a lovely dinner with him slumped over the table, you're surprised when toji shows up in your dining room to assassinate him, only to find him dead already. He offers to clean up your mess, but not for free. cw: reader kills her husband (poison), knife play (no cutting just a bit of danger), manhandling, toji physically restrains reader, other cw tbd words written: 1.1k of 2k-ish words sponsored: 1000/1000 🎉🎉

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you've been endeavor's secretary for years, and even though he's recently been named number one pro hero after all might's retirement, it seems his life is falling apart. though you've mutually pined for each other over the years, it never went anywhere. that is, until you accidentally mention that enji has always been your number one hero. cw: implied age difference, porn w plot, angst, power dynamic (enji's your boss lol), size (emphasis on him being large lol), other cw tbd words written: 1.5k of 2.5-3k words sponsored: 500/1500

blissful nightmare | death meme!Gallagher x f!reader

au based on the idea that gallagher transforms into the death meme werewolf-style. you talk your favorite bartender, gallagher, into taking you deeper into the dreamscape. the veil keeping gallagher in his human form becomes harder for him to control the deeper he goes, but his lust for you has him diving into that abyss after you. cw: monsterfucking, horror themes, rough sex, claws, heat cycle will be a revised and lengthened version of this words sponsored: 500/2000

fushiguro step.cest au | step.dad!toji / step.bro!megumi x f!reader

for this one I'm doing something a little different. here's the au so far: step.dad!toji | step.bro!megumi toji can't keep his hands off you (obviously) even in public. even in front of his son, though he tries to be discreet he's rarely successful. and of course, there are always consequences when you mess with megumi... cw: step.cest!!, megumi is ROUGH, cucking, maybe public/risky location, brat taming (from megumi), other cw tbd I'm allowing a vote per dollar spent on how many words I will use on each character's respective sex scenes, to a 2k total word max. If you'd like to sponsor this one, please let me know how you'd like to distribute your votes! words for megumi: 500 words for toji: 500 total words sponsored: 1000/2000

I have many WIPs so it's likely as I finish these I may swap in others. if you've seen me talking about a WIP you may be interested in sponsoring, let me know! I'm happy to open up other WIPs in the interest of supporting Palestine!!

posts about this (not the completed fics) will be tagged #nyx writes for gaza

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this is a bit of a random question and i apologise if it’s insensitive, you don’t have to answer this!!!

but recently i’ve seen a lot of people call Marie Antoinette racist? at first i thought it was someone just hating her and or, making stuff up but the more i look a lot of people are saying it but i can’t really seem to find anything where it says she IS racist.

so i guess my question is, has she really said anything like that? or is it just rumours about her? am i missing something?

again sorry if this is a bit stupid. you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to but i thought itd be good to ask as i’ve learned a majority of history from your blog. thanks :)

My main guess would be people who watched the "Chevalier" film and thought it was historically accurate. I've seen a few people on various social media implying she was a "fake ally" to Bologne and citing the film's events as facts.

What little we do know about Marie Antoinette in relation to racism is that she:

supported Joseph Bologne; played privately with him and supported him publicly in a massive way in the 1780s, despite the Opera scandal which involved women of the opera using racism to ensure he didn't get the position

did not at least personally choose the normal aristocratic route of putting a trafficked child "gifted" to her into slavery (in all but name) by dressing him up exotically and making him a servant. Instead, the child Amilcar was baptised, she had servants in her household be his godparents, she sent him to school, etc. The revolutionaries, when considering a petition for Amilcar's care after Marie Antoinette's death, even noted that she committed an "unusual act of humanity" that was contrary to what aristocrats usually did.

There were at least some of these enslaved "Exoticized" servants at Versailles, as we see them in 2 portraits of her at the hunt, but it's unclear how many there were, and what Marie Antoinette's involvement with them was. It is possible they were part of the king's household retinue for hunting, or that they were represented in the hunting portraits as a means of "prestige."

We have nothing directly written by Marie Antoinette that suggests she was any more racist than the typical person in her time. We do have some evidence that suggests she was more tolerant than others, in her support of Joseph Bologne and treatment of Amilcar which was considered by revolutionaries to be an unusual act of humanity.

Race in 18th century France is a complicated situation, though. For instance, at the same time that Marie Antoinette is supporting Joseph Bologne, laws are passing under Louis XVI that require black people to register to the government, laws that limit the amount of black people in mainland France, etc. We have no evidence to show either way how Marie Antoinette felt about any of that.

All we have is knowing that she extended her personal kindness and sympathy towards two individuals who were not always treated well, although I say her treatment of Amilcar is more notable given how popular Bologne was among the aristocracy anyway.

#marie antoinette

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Hey so you’re like my fav blog for twilight theories or twilight stuff in general and I’d like to tell a Theorie.

So it’s not a really good Theorie since there’s nothing about it in the book and I’m concentrating more on the movies here. (Haven’t read the books yet but got the whole saga recently)

We all know that the Cullens changed their appearance in the middle of the saga.

Some fans called it a ‘glow down’

But I noticed that especially Esme and Carlisle changed much.

What if they did that so they looked older? I mean they’ve lived in forks for some time and It would be weird if they always looked the same.

What do you think?

It’s just a little Theorie I like to believe :)

(Sorry for my bad English btw)

Anyway, stay hydrated!

I think as an in-universe answer it makes a good amount of sense! Logically, they would be trying to do things to make themselves look older or at least 'pass' as older; different styles of clothes, hair, make-up.

The real answer is that a) each movie had a different director (except for the BD movies which were filmed at the same time with one director) who wanted to leave their mark on the film by having a hand in the look of the central characters, which included the Cullens and b) the need for wigs for certain characters. In the first movie many of the actors dyed their hair, but for some it damaged their hair and for others they had other projects they were filming which impacted the state of their hair (for ex, Kristen cut her hair short for a movie so in Eclipse Bella needed a wig; Peter was filming Nurse Jackie where his character had brown hair, etc).

In BD as well it was filmed in two main different locations, and they had a different hair crew in each, so even though it's the same wig, it might be styled differently in indoor scenes vs outdoor scenes.

But yes, I think pretending the changes were their attempt to look like they were aging, or at the very least changing, is a good theory! It gives an in-universe explanation for the obvious physical changes in the "unchanging" vampires.

#asks

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Hi! I just came across your blog and I am love with how you write. Especially with your most recent writing about the Rise Brothers!

I've came to request ( and I'm sorry if your requests are closed omg 😭 ), if the Rise Brothers gave the reader (GENDER NEUTRAL) a gift. But like the reader hasn't received a gift in such a long time that they almost (or do) start crying?

And this is just a stretch, you don't have rot so this: but could you add this maybe a week later after the First Kiss with Donnie? I could tell why you were proud of his part in your little A/N !

(again, it's just an extra extra thing! No need to do it)

Thank you again!! Have a good day 💐

Unexpected Presents (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader can't help but tear up/cry after receiving a gift from their turtle boyfriend.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (established)

warnings: none, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

A/N: the hardest part of these imo is coming up with different prompts for each brother lol I don't like it being repetitive. so I really hope I made your request justice and this is along the lines of what you imagined :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

Ever since discovering an arcade in the Hidden City, Leo and you went there as often as possible.

Señor Hueso’s restaurant was also nearby, which was a plus.

So you had a fair amount of dates with games and pizza/ominous food.

Both of you got pretty competitive and would try to win against each other at all costs.

Tickles, sabotage, flirty remarks to catch the other off-guard; all was fair in love and war.

You were both ecstatic when a new booth opened: a Sonic racing game.

After eating a pizza with some… questionable toppings, Leo and you made your way straight back to the arcade. There was one booth that had been closed off the last couple of times you were here, and supposedly today they were introducing a new game.

When you arrived, you were met with a big cut-out of Sonic and Shadow, and behind it were two big screens with racer seats, steering wheels, pedals, the whole pizzazz.

You both wasted no time in sitting down and starting the game. You weren’t entirely sure if the Hidden City had “legally” acquired this game in collaboration with SEGA but you didn’t care either way. All you could think of was beating Leo for a) bragging rights, and b) that giant stuffed turtle that hung from the ceiling, marked as the grand prize for setting today’s inauguration high score. Your eyes sparkled with determination; that plushie would be yours.

— — —

Your shoulders slouched in defeat as you left your seat, pouting. Leo had beaten you by a fraction of a second, and only because just before the finish line he had reached over and squeezed your thigh, which made you squeak in surprise and lift your foot from the gas pedal.

Thus he had set the high score of the day, saving it under the name “NEONLEON”, because what else was new with him.

As you were looking at the scores table, your name just under his, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you were met with a turtle, but not the one you expected. Leo was holding the giant plushie to your face.

“Yes, yes, you won” you laughed, gently pushing it to the side to be able to look at Leo. “No need to literally rub it in.”

“What? No, this is for you!” he replied, once again holding out the toy. You just looked at him confused.

“But… it was you who won?”

“Well, yeah” Leo looked away as a slight blush spread on his cheeks. “But I wanted to win it for you, because you looked at it like you really wanted it. Not that you couldn't win it on your own, but you know. And it's not like you don’t already have a turtle to cuddle with, anyways…” he added that last part under his breath.

You hesitated for a second, then grabbed the stuffed turtle. It was so soft and fluffy! Giving it a bit of a squeeze, you asked Leo again if he was sure about it, to which he basically shoved it into your arms; he wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer.

Your eyes wandered up and down between your boyfriend and the grand prize, now hugging it tightly, and you felt the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. You blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but Leo noticed your eyes glossing over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. “Did you want something else?”

“No, it’s- this is perfect, thank you Leo” you replied sheepishly and pecked his cheek. “I feel so silly for crying over this… It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this.” Sure you had received little trinkets and presents here and there from Leo before, but hearing him say that he won it for you, it felt different somehow. Even if he technically stole your win.

Leo hugged you tightly, the plushie pressed between the two of you, and he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’ll win all the games if it means I can get you more prizes. You deserve them!” he announced and sported his signature grin. You playfully slapped his arm, reminding him that he only won this time because he cheated, but inside you felt warm and fuzzy and loved.

🔴 Raph

Whenever Raph sees something that reminds him of you, chances are he’ll take them back with him to give them to you.

Like keychains or cute stationery if you’re into that.

But he also thinks gifts should be practical, he doesn’t want you to hoard stuff without reason.

So he tries to get you things that are relevant to your hobby, class, job, whatever you’re into at the moment.

Last time he was at your place, he noticed you had a couple more houseplants than last time.

So he thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to give you a ceramic pot he saw some time ago, which had immediately made him think of you.

It was a turtle (of course), but with the shell hollowed out to put the plant in.

It was a peaceful evening when you happily skipped to your balcony after hearing a soft knock. You knew it was Raph; you were eager to finally have some alone time with him.

You opened the glass door and stepped aside to let him in. Standing on your tippy-toes, you greeted him with a kiss to the cheek. The package he carried under his arm didn’t escape you, and for a second you panicked as you thought about how you didn’t have anything for him. Then again, there was no reason or occasion for him to give you anything, so it was probably just a new game.

“Whatchu got there?” you asked, curiosity getting the better of you now that you had calmed yourself. You both sat down on the cushions on the floor you had prepared in front of the couch. Raph gave you a cute and proud grin, and your heart skipped a beat.

“This is for you, so here you go!” he said and held out the package towards you. You noticed how it was neatly wrapped, your name carefully written in several colours on the front.

“Huh?” Panic was starting to rise again within you. “I don’t have anything for you though… W-What’s the occasion?”

“No need to give me anything, and it’s no occasion” he explained, giving you a slight shrug. “I saw it and thought you’d like it, that’s all.”

You looked at him for a moment, incredulous. This is a prank, right?, you thought. The moment I open the package, something is gonna jump out and scare me.

Exhaling through your nose, you gave him one last sceptic look and took the package, starting to open it carefully. Whatever it was, you were mentally ready not to flinch. But instead of the worst, which you were expecting, you find an adorable turtle planter in the box. it even had a little red bandana on its head, which did not really match the style of the pot, so you assumed Raph must have made it himself.

Suddenly you felt incredibly silly for doubting him, but at the same time you were genuinely not expecting it to be a gift. Before you could stop yourself, silent tears started rolling down your cheeks.

“Wha- Are you okay?” Raph panicked when he saw you crying, and pulled you into his chest to hug you, careful not to crush the planter.

“I’m sorry” you hiccuped and wiped over your face with the back of your sleeve. “I have no idea what came over me. Guess it was just very… unexpected. It’s very cute, I love it, really! Thank you!”

“Glad to hear that” Raph smiled and gently wiped your last tears away with his knuckles.

Taking out your phone, you opened the local nursery’s page and together you looked for a plant worthy of the new planter in your collection.

🟠 Mikey

If Mikey were to give you something it would be something self made for sure.

Maybe something artsy, like a scrapbook or a collage of pictures of you both.

Or for a more special occasion a home cooked meal.

And of course dessert.

He’d try to pry the information out of April of what your favourite food from your childhood was.

He’d avoid asking you directly so as not to spoil the surprise.

When he finally found out what it was, he spent several days on different cooking and baking blogs trying to find the best recipe.

Taking one last glance at the time on your phone display, you slipped the device back into your pocket. You were right on time, entering the lair with a light jog. Mikey had suddenly summoned you to the sewers, which barely gave you time to change and get ready. You had no idea what he had in mind, so you went with a tiny bit of a more “formal” look than usual, just in case. He only said you’d have dinner together but didn’t explain further.

As soon as you set foot in the main room, you could already smell the food from the kitchen. It smelled suspiciously familiar as well, like something you hadn’t had in quite a while.

Finally entering the kitchen, you saw that the table had been set with candles, flowers and several pieces of cutlery on either side of the plate; Mikey had gone all out. There was also soft orchestral music playing from somewhere, but you couldn’t tell where the speakers were.

“Ah, my dearest Y/n, welcome!” Mikey greeted you from behind, which made you slightly jump in surprise. Curse these turtles and their ninja stealth. You noticed he was wearing a blazer, and a tie, but no button shirt, which made you snort slightly.

He engulfed you in a hug, lifting you up and spinning you around a couple of times, then came to a halt and dipped you to kiss you lovingly. Bringing you back to your feet, he guided you towards the table and pulled back the chair for you to sit, which you did.

“So… what’s going on exactly?” you asked curiously. You were enjoying all this attention for sure, but you were equally confused.

“Oh, you know, a little bit of this…” Mikey said in a sing-sang voice while filling your cup with your favourite drink. “… and a little bit of that…” He set a plate in front of you which had a cloche* over it, and paused for suspense before lifting it. “Surprise!”

As he revealed the food, a flood of memories washed over you, crashing like a wave. It was your favourite comfort food from your childhood, which you hadn’t had in ages, and it was clearly made from scratch.

You took a deep breath trying to regain your composure, but you couldn’t help a few tears running down your cheeks as you stared at the meal in front of you in complete shock.

“Ohmigosh, are you okay?” Mikey asked, concerned, and crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your knee.

“I- This is- How-?!” To say you were at a loss for words was an understatement. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear your vision, you took Mikey’s hand in yours and looked down at him.

“Sorry, this just triggered a nostalgia in me that hit me like a truck” you half laughed, half apologised. “It’s been a good while since I’ve had it. Where did you even find the recipe?”

“Ah, a good cook never reveals his sources” Mikey said with a wink. You smiled lovingly at him.

“Well, I have no idea how you made this, but I can’t wait to dig in. It looks incredible!”

As you both ate, Mikey told you there was also a dessert waiting. You quickly ran a list in your mind of what it could possibly be, the anticipation making you even hungrier for the unknown delicacy. But for now, you relished in the warmth in your belly and heart from the food, and the pleasant tightness in your chest, knowing it came from being so loved by the orange turtle. You made a mental note to thank him properly later.

(* the bell shaped silver thing used to cover food on a plate. yes i had to google it. TIL, and so did you)

🟣 Donnie

Donnie never considered himself to be the kind of person who’s super hung up on the “little” anniversaries.

One month, one year, sure.

But just a week?

Not too long ago he would have considered it too clingy.

And yet here he finds himself wanting to give you something for the weekiversary.

If he could, he would give you something every day.

He just wants to show you he appreciates you, because he knows it’s hard for him to find the words sometimes.

While he likes just spending time with you as such, he’ll shower you with presents all he can.

It had been around a week since the sleepover where you and Donnie shared your first kiss. Thinking back to it still made your face burn up; where you had found the boldness to do what you did, you still didn’t know. But you were glad you had. Because now, physical gestures were so much easier for both of you. Kisses, caresses and loving words were no longer a reason to stress over, wondering if things had gotten awkward.

The morning after your kiss, you had both discussed your “status”. After a flustered confession on both sides, you had decided that you were officially a couple.

Since it had only been a week since then, you didn’t consider it too big of an occasion to celebrate or anything, but Donnie thought differently.

That day you walked into the lair as you usually would after you were done with class. You greeted the turtle brothers who were in the main room, making a beeline towards the lab. You had been here yesterday but you already missed Donnie so much. Your hands came to cover your face in embarrassment at the thought of how clingy you were being.

Walking into the lab, you said hi to Donnie and heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered that the turtle before you was now, in fact, your boyfriend. He seemed to be as cool as a cucumber, however. And he was clearly hiding something on the table from your view with his torso. You approached him curiously.

“Oho, what you got there, Don?” you asked, trying to peek over his shoulder, to no avail. He was still blocking your view, and suddenly took your hands in his to stop you from prying, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“I know it’s only been 7 days” he started explaining. “But it’s been seven wonderful days and before I even realised, I found myself working on a little something for you.”

Moving aside, he revealed the object behind him. On the table sat a little sculpture of your favourite animal made of metal and different scrap materials. It was a little wonky, but clearly made with so much love and care. He had even polished all the pieces so the metallic sheen was bright under the sharp lab lights. You carefully removed your hands from his to pick up the object; it was a little heavier than you expected. As you turned it around, you noticed the little purple bow that was tied around its neck.

“Do you like it?” Donnie asked, almost in a whisper. A shy smile was spreading on his face, but quickly contorted into an expression of worry as he saw you started tearing up.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? I know it’s not perfect, but I mean… It’s not that bad, right?” he panicked. You tried your best to not start sobbing, and dried your tears with your free hand, holding the figurine to your chest with your other one.

“That’s not it at all, Donnie” you hiccuped. “It is perfect! I love it so much, really. Thank you!” You placed the gift back on the table and hugged Donnie tightly, which he reciprocated.

“Then why are you crying?” he asked, still confused.

“I assure you they’re happy tears!” You sniffled. “It’s just been a while since I’ve received a gift like this…”

“Unacceptable!” Donnie exclaimed and held you by your upper arms to lean you back a bit, so he could look into your face. “Then you better get ready, dear, because there’s plenty more where that came from!”

~~~~~

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