#tagging it with stuff that'll give it reach

[aithusarosekiller]

Because I'm seeing the bipolar James hc trending again, it feels like a good time to remind people that no form of bipolar disorder can be 'fixed' with the power of love and cuddles; happiness won't make an episode any less ugly. Also a reminder for writers to do research before adding it into anything and not glorify episodes, especially manic/hypomanic ones (just because I see that happening a lot). If you're going to make content on it, make sure you know what you're talking about and if you don't know, ASK SOMEBODY. If you know somebody who suffers with it and is okay for you to ask or if you see somebody online who is open to questions, ask them before you say something that could be insensitive, it'll save us all a lot of grief.

Have fun with your headcanons but don't do them to 'spice up' your ship content and have somebody 'fix' them.

[punkshort]

The Contractor

Summary: Joel joins you at work to help fix some things around the greenhouse.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader, established relationship, set in the TWWW universe but can be read stand alone, no use of Y/N.

Warnings: language, smut (18+ MDNI)

Word count: 3.4K

January 2006

The sun was just beginning to rise, bringing on the start of another frigid winter morning as you and Joel made your way down the street towards the greenhouse. Every time you exhaled, you saw your breath puff out and disappear with the bitter wind. Joel carried his thermos in one hand and a toolbox in the other, seemingly unfazed by the blustery conditions as he took a sip of coffee. By the time you reached the greenhouse, you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the biting wind whipping around you.

You gasped with relief when you finally entered the warm and humid building. It was a treat to work in the greenhouse in winter, but you always paid for it during the summer.

"You're so sweet for spending your day off helping me," you said to him as you hung your outerwear on the hooks by the door.

"This is the kinda stuff I like doin'," he replied, picking his toolbox up from the floor after he shed his coat. "The fact it's for you makes me like it even more."

You gave him a smile and a quick kiss to show your appreciation. "Follow me, I'll show you the two benches that are broken. And I was thinking if you have time, maybe you could build me a small shelf so I could put all my fertilizers and spray bottles away."

"Whatever you say, ma'am," he said, giving the back of your head a two-finger salute as he followed you down the long aisles toward the back of the building. You led him over to the last row of benches that were void of any plants due to a broken leg on one and a buckling middle on the other. He crouched down to take a look at the underside of both to assess the damage, then stood.

"I can fix 'em, no problem," he told you. "Just need some two by fours to stabilize 'em."

"Oh, Carl brought some wood from the stables yesterday. Will this work?" you asked as you led him past the small, enclosed office space where the wood was piled in the corner.

"Yep, that'll do," he said, leaning down to pick up a few pieces. You watched him for a moment as he dropped the wood unceremoniously on the floor next to the broken benches before he lifted one onto its side, then moved it again so it was upside down with a grunt.

You wandered into the office and sat down at the metal desk, reviewing your notes from the days prior and looking at your schedule for the week ahead. You were busy logging the harvest numbers for potatoes when you realized the noise Joel had been making stopped. You turned to look out the office window and saw him shrugging his flannel off, tossing it onto the other empty bench, leaving him in a plain grey tee.

You sat, entranced, as he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand before shoving his glove back on. He bent over to continue hammering some nails into a piece of wood, his shirt riding up and exposing a small sliver of his back.

You decided you could do your notes later and it might be a good time to plant some seeds, instead.

You stepped out of the office, wrapping an apron around your waist to protect your clothes from the dirt. Your eyes raked over Joel's body as you passed him, noticing the back of his neck had begun to collect beads of sweat.

Standing about ten feet from Joel, you pulled a marker out of your apron to scribble the names of herbs on some tags before you got your hands messy. Your gaze traveled over to Joel when you heard him grunt. He was flipping the bench back upright to test his work. You paused, watching the muscles in his arms flex with each tug, his jaw tense as he strained from the effort.

He sighed once he got the bench upright and shook it roughly, testing its strength. He seemed pleased because he shoved it back against the wall. He was about to turn his attention to the other bench when he noticed you hadn't moved in a while. He looked up at you, and you quickly came up with an excuse for staring at him.

"Do you need some water?" you asked, your mouth dry and your eyes unblinking as you tried not to focus on his sweat beginning to soak through the collar of his shirt.

"Yeah, thanks," he said, oblivious to what was happening to you. When you moved, you could feel the slick of your arousal pooling in your underwear, rubbing against your sensitive skin with each step.

You grabbed his water bottle and brought it over to him, holding it out and noticing he was panting a bit from the heat and the physical effort it took to do his repairs.

He nodded at you before removing his gloves and unscrewing the cap, tipping the bottle back, his face angled straight up towards the ceiling. You watched his throat as he drank, his Adam's apple bobbing under a thin sheen of sweat. You swallowed roughly, unable to look away and trying to resist the urge to run your tongue along his neck. When a small drop of water escaped from the corner of his mouth and slowly made its way past his jaw and down his throat, you had to bite down hard on your lower lip to keep from audibly moaning.

"Am I disturbin' you?" he asked, his eyes focused on screwing the top back on his water bottle.

"Not at all," you assured him, leaning back against a barrel of rain water.

"I shouldn't be much longer. This one'll be quicker to fix, and a small shelf won't take much time."

"Mhm, that's fine," you said distractedly.

"Somethin' the matter? You feelin' alright?" he asked you, his brows furrowed. "Your face looks hot."

Your breath hitched in your throat as you considered your options. It was just supposed to be you working today, but that didn't necessarily mean someone wouldn't pop in unannounced. You squeezed your thighs together and crossed your arms over your chest as he waited for your answer.

"I'm fine. It's just hot in here today," you told him, wiping some sweat from your neck. His eyes narrowed as he watched you shift your weight, and he began to connect the dots.

"You sure that's all?" he asked lowly, pinning you with his gaze.

"You know, I've never actually seen you work," you told him, ignoring his question. "I never came to see you when you worked on the wall, and before, I only ever saw you at the office."

He took a couple steps towards you, and you could feel your pulse quicken. He casually leaned against a rain barrel next to yours, the heat behind his gaze growing when he noticed your chest rising and falling faster than usual.

"Yeah, suppose that's true," he replied, inching closer. His eyes flicked to your mouth, then back up again. "And what'dya think of my work?"

Your lips parted as you gazed up at him through your eyelashes, his large body crowding yours against the barrel. He was so close now you could smell the sweat on him, and it was making you dizzy. You tentatively reached out to thread each pointer finger through his belt loops.

"I think I'm starting to realize why you're so good with your hands," you whispered right before his mouth crashed down on yours.

You yanked on his jeans, pulling him closer to you as his hands gripped your waist tightly. You greedily opened your mouth against his and slipped your tongue past his lips, tasting the remnants from his coffee earlier that morning. He turned your body, walking you backwards towards the office door while your fingers slid up from his belt and skirted under his t shirt.

Your fingertips left trails through his sweat over his soft stomach and up to his broad chest, moaning into his mouth when you finally felt the old desk hit the back of your legs. You wiggled yourself up to sit on top of it without breaking contact with Joel, your hands still dancing over his skin.

Joel lifted a hand from your waist to grip your jaw, opening your mouth wider as he hungrily licked behind your teeth, desperate to taste you. You tipped your head back, gasping for air while he nibbled at your jaw, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you close as he made his way to the pulse point thrumming steadily against your skin, his lips sucking a mark against your throat.

The ache between your legs was unbearable. You felt yourself clench around nothing while he ran his hand up the front of your shirt, tugging the cup of your bra down so he could roll your sensitive nipple between his fingers, eliciting a low groan from your throat.

"Let's go home," he said, his words muffled since his lips were still locked onto your neck.

"No," you whined. "Can't wait." You leaned your head forward, causing him to lose contact with your neck, and pressed the tip of your wet tongue against the warm skin on his collarbone, tasting his salty sweat as you slowly dragged your tongue all the way up his throat, just like you wanted to do all morning.

"Fuck," he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as you reached for his belt. "Here?"

"Yes," you panted, your fingers fumbling for a minute before you finally got the buckle undone. You landed on the button of his jeans when his hands stopped you.

"You sure? Door's unlocked," he mumbled, but he eagerly undid his jeans for you anyway. You slid down from the desk and sunk onto your knees in front of him, giving the pantlegs of his jeans a couple tugs down so his hips and upper thighs were accessible.

"What're you doin'?" he asked, staring down at you. His pupils were blown wide, and his lips were parted as he panted lightly from the excitement. You slipped your fingers inside the opening of his boxers to free his throbbing erection, already dripping a bead of precum at the tip.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" you asked him, your eyes fixed on his cock, gently stroking up and down, committing to memory the noise he made and the way he twitched in your palm. You flicked your eyes back up to his and you saw him gulp.

"Eyes on the door, if you're so worried about it," you told him, then leaned forward to lick a stripe from his base all the way to the top, your tongue scooping up the wetness collecting there. He let out a shaky groan when you wrapped your mouth around his engorged tip, swirling your tongue around as you slowly eased him into your mouth inch by inch until you were sure you couldn't take any more.

"I ain't watchin' shit when I got my cock down your throat," he said through clenched teeth. "Whole town can walk in for all I care."

The corners of your mouth turned up into a smile as you pulled back. You wrapped your hand around the rest of him and used your other hand to balance yourself on his thigh as you leaned forward again, taking him as far as you could and flattening your tongue along the underside of his length. Once you established a rhythm, you picked up the speed a bit, pumping and twisting your fist as you moaned around his cock. You caught on quickly that the vibrations from your voice made a difference when he reached a hand down to get tangled in your hair and his hips began their shallow thrusts into your mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered as he watched you hollow out your cheeks to form a tighter seal around him. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you tried to take him deeper. When you looked up to meet his gaze and he saw a single tear slide down your cheek, he pulled your head off him abruptly.

"Gonna make me come if you keep goin'," he said with a grunt, palming himself as he took in the sight of you on your knees before him.

You stared up at him, your mouth open and panting, saliva covering your red, swollen lips, and your hair a mess from his fingers.

"Up," he commanded while kicking the door to the office closed.

"There's a window in the door, anyone could still see," you told him as you yanked your apron and jeans off.

"I know," he said, pulling his jeans and boxers down to his knees. You pressed your palms flat against the desk and jutted your hips back, looking at him over your shoulder as he ran his cock through your soaking wet folds.

"Then why bother closing it?" you murmured, your eyes sliding shut when you felt him notch at your entrance. His hands found a home on your hips as he pushed forward, giving you only a few moments before he sheathed himself inside you completely. You let out a strangled cry, and tipped your head back, finally able to feel some relief from the ache that had been building all morning.

"Oh, fuck, Joel," you sobbed, your voice echoing in the small room. He snapped his hips into you steadily, curses and moans mixed with garbled versions of his name falling loudly from your lips.

"That's why," he grunted before biting your earlobe, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. "No one gets to hear these sounds except for me."

You fell forward onto the desk, no longer able to hold yourself up. Your cheek pressed into the cool metal and your fingers scrambled to find the edge of the desk, but Joel's thrusts had pushed it flush against the wall. All you could hear was his sweat soaked skin slapping against yours and the metal legs of the desk squeaking on the concrete floor.

"What got my girl so worked up today, hm?" he asked you, his palm traveling under your shirt and up your spine, gently holding you flat against the desk. You moaned quietly as he repositioned himself behind you to thrust even deeper inside your slick cunt. "What happened to make you wanna drop to your knees on this dirty floor and suck my cock?"

"Joel..." you wailed into the crook of your arm, trying to muffle your sounds. He yanked your arm away and twisted it so it was pinned to your lower back, his hips slamming into you so hard that your jaw was permanently hung open in a silent scream.

"Don't do that," he warned you, and you were sure you would have bruises against your hips from the edge of the desk tomorrow.

"Don't fuckin' hide those - sounds - from - me," he growled, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust of his hips. You could feel your release approaching, the warmth pooling in the bottom of your stomach and the flush creeping up your neck. You were about to warn him when a loud crack filled the room, and Joel yanked you backwards against him just in time to watch the desk slump to the side, your papers and notebook scattering across the floor.

"Jesus," you gasped, then whined as Joel pulled out of you suddenly. He twisted you around to push your back up against the wall, then lifted your legs so you could wrap them around his waist and stuffed his cock back inside you with a deep groan.

Your fingers dug desperately into his shoulders as you rocked your hips forward, trying to keep pace with him. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs roughly as he pounded into you, his face buried in your shoulder. You raked a hand through his dark curls, then tightened your fingers around them, tugging to pull him up so you could see his face.

His dark eyes searched yours, his jaw clenched as he chased his release. You whimpered at a particularly hard thrust, which caused him to change the direction of his hips, and suddenly he was pushing against that spot inside you that always made you come undone. You turned your head to the side as you felt your orgasm bubbling quickly to the surface. Joel could feel you clenching around him, so he slotted his lips sloppily against yours to pull your attention back.

"Look at me when you come," he told you. Your jaw was slack and your eyes were glazing over as the flames stoked inside you, rising higher and higher. You were barely able to hear him, but you still nodded weakly.

"Joel..." you moaned, your head tipping back but your eyes still locked on his. "I-I'm close."

He nodded, his eyes burning into you, his fingers slipping against your sweat coated thighs.

"I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezin' me, so goddamn tight," he grunted, his pace not letting up.

You felt your orgasm rip through you violently, the intensity taking you by surprise. You cried out his name and rutted your hips against him, turning your face to the side out of habit, but his fingers quickly gripped your chin and pulled your gaze back to his.

"Eyes on me," he reminded you firmly, but you couldn't muster a response. You just kept your eyes locked on his, your jaw slack and your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm washed over you. You felt your body immediately go limp and you struggled with all your might to keep your legs wrapped around his waist.

He groaned, his hips stuttering into you as you tipped your head back against the wall, your eyes sliding shut. He rested his head back on your shoulder. His breath fanned over your hot skin and when his teeth sunk onto your collarbone, you yelped.

"Please, Joel," you whimpered. "I need you to come for me."

He cursed and pulled out quickly, his wet cock sliding against your leg as he coated your thighs with his release.

"Shit," he whispered with his eyes closed, his sticky forehead pressed against yours, gasping for air. "It's so fuckin' hot in here."

Laughter bubbled up from your throat while Joel slowly released your shaky legs back down to the floor. You immediately collapsed in the desk chair, wiping the sweat from your face and chest. Your hair felt wet as you raked your fingers through it, trying to tame the mess.

Joel tugged his jeans and underwear back up, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket to gently clean you up. You watched him through heavy lidded eyes as he tended to you: leaving sweet kisses over your stomach before finding your clothes and peppering your legs with more kisses as he pulled your underwear and jeans back on.

He slouched on the floor against the wall of the office while you continued to catch your breath in the chair, your head tipped back over the top and your trembling legs stretched out.

"You never answered my question," he said, lifting his head up to look at you. You rolled your head lazily to the side, raising a confused eyebrow.

"What gotcha so worked up?"

You grinned and sat up in the chair, wincing slightly at your already sore legs and back.

"I never saw you do stuff like this before," you said with a shrug. "Fixing things. Building things. I don't know, just watching you do that really turned me on."

He smirked and turned his face away, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck. It was never lost on him how you simply loved him for being him. Something he wasn't sure he ever had before. Most of the women he had dated were only interested in the white collar parts of his life, always forgetting that the blue collar part is what made him so successful in the first place. But not you. You only ever saw him, loved him, for who he was, flaws and all.

"Well," he said with a grunt as he rose up from the floor, "do'ya think you can keep it together for the rest of the day? 'Cause I just added one more thing to my list." He jutted his chin towards the broken desk behind you and you giggled, standing up on wobbly legs to give him a peck on the cheek.

"I'll do my best, Mr. Miller," you said with a wink, grabbing your apron off the floor and heading back to work.

Tag List: @chiogarza, @sparklejumpropequeen-777, @shotgun-shelby @partyofone3413 @nana90azevedo @ninaminaromina

[clavissionary-position]

Clavis x Emma The Rose From Bed to Bouquet

tags: fluff, slight angst, some suggestive content

Clavis

I'd let Emma take me anywhere. I tell Cyran, Jin, hell, I even tell Chev, that I'm waiting for her to whisk me away. What man doesn't want to get lost in chaos and adventure with the love of his life? I don't just love her legs because of how soft and pretty and infinitely comfortable they are. She walked to me on those legs, and one day, I hope, she'll walk away with me. Somewhere far, farther than far. There's so much of the world I haven't seen, the world and its beautiful people and their beautiful lives. I want to show her and I want her to show me.

Surprise me. Don't let me see it coming. That'll be hard, but not impossible. I know and she knows that sometimes I can be... a little...

Anyway, I've already started packing. Revealing skirts, portable cooking set, shovels, med-kit, sewing-kit, a kit for making new kits, special toys. Cyran asks me if I have any self-awareness. He's already gotten bored and left the room by the time I think to answer what I assumed was a rhetorical question.

He's not wrong; is this supposed to be my surprise trip or Emma's? I deflate a little and plop down inside an empty lavender luggage like an oversized clown. I know what the problem is, but actually thinking on it stings as if I were pressing on an open wound. Not a big wound or anything, of course. Or it's that one wound again. The fear that...

Anyway, I'm almost done packing. Emma need not concern herself with this portion of our future someday trip. I am forever at her service, because she's passed every single test so far.

Emma

I can't help but feel my stomach drop a little when I accidentally come upon the small mountain of packed trunks and chests. Dammit, Clavis. Here I'd been, dreaming up plans for a wild, truly crazy adventure, something that would suit my wild and crazy lover. I was going to surprise him with it soon. I'd spent far too many afternoons giggling to myself as I imagined his face going blank and then blossoming into that sweet, beautiful smile that I loved. I hadn't told anyone else. I hadn't left any clues. It was all still in my head, so how did he-

I see a pair of familiar blue boots sticking out of an open trunk. Then I'm standing over him, looking down at him, wondering how he fell asleep contorted like this. Well, it's not that I don't know the answer. My troublesome king still doesn't let on how hard he works himself. I can only imagine all the extra load he took on just to have time to put this mountain of supplies together. I have to laugh, honestly, bitterly. You'd think he was preparing for the end of the world with half the stuff he has in here.

"Mm...a?" A warm hand latches around my thigh.

I flick him lightly on the forehead.

"Ow... don't do what Chev does...!"

I crouch in front of the trunk, reaching inside to loosen his cravat. His skin is reddish-pink where the fabric rubbed him while he slept. The white of his shirt collar is steeped in the sunset coming in from the round porthole to our right. He'd look like a doll shoved into a drawer if he wasn't so animated. His hand keeps finding my leg, my knee now, but the touch feels strangely innocent and vulnerable.

"I guess the secret's out," I say with a sigh that comes out heavier than I'd intended and yet lighter than what I feel. "How did you know?"

Clavis chuckles, still drowsy. "How could I not? After all, I am..." His brows furrow. "Wait, know what? What secret?"

I stare at him. He stares at me. Five or six seconds go by.

"About..." I venture carefully. I don't know why he would lie about this. "About... the trip I was... planning for us...?

Clavis' lashes catch the last bit of sun as he gives an exaggerated blink. "No... I was not aware that..."

I don't know how he finds room for both of us in this trunk, but he does. Two dolls in a sudden, wild and crazy embrace.

--- Thank you for reading! Inspo was Tom Sweterlitsch's writing style ^^

[nonbinary-niki-bog]

An Appreciation Post :)

hmm...would it be easier if i ask separate asks? probably.

but i'm going to do it this way since that way i know it won't be eaten by Tumblr's asks.

(none of you need to read this if you don't want to, of course, but i just want to say this here instead :D, and i hope that i manage to tag the correct person here because that'll be really weird if i didn't, haha)

(also 'keep reading' because it feels too long for a normal post :p)

Potato

@im-a-chunky-potato - i know i have said this multiple times (it's because i can't say this enough) but thank you for welcoming me into this community. i am not joking when i say that you are the one who got me started on this :D.

Blue

@hopelessbluebird - thank you for also can't wait for something new to happen in askryuu (come on guys we can make askryuu reach it's milestone. i know we can)

(note: this took me so long that i wrote this before you got 200 followers on askryuu, so please don't come at me for that T^T)

C

and i can't forget C, now can i? nope i can't. wherever Blue is, C will soon to follow (i have no clue if that's even true, but it sounds poetic). i'm sorry if you don't want to get roped into this, C.

C, you and Blue are both very nice and (insert some cool and appreciative words here since my brain refuses to work right now, so sorry T^T).

to be completely honest, i don't know that much (since whenever you (C) are on it seems like i'm off), but you are doing great, so keep doing what you're doing :D.

Sunni

@sunnikos - Sunni!!! you are a nice person who is also very fun, and i like our interactions in the server :D (even if we don't really interact on here).

Soda

@caffeiiine - Soda! i absolutely your art style. it is so pretty. and you are just a nice person in general.

Rouge

@rogues-stuff-bc-yes - Rouge! we don't really talk like at all here, but i would like to thank you for being an inspiration for my anon :D. you are generally a cool person and i really like Kaito <3.

Rainy

@rainythealias - Rainy!!! you get appreciated too. you're nice and it's nice interacting with you whenever we do.

Lemon

@circuslemon - i know we don't really interact that much on here, Lemon, but you're fun in the server and your ideas are so cool to read :D

Teddy

@teddymochi - Teddy! thank you for giving me enough courage to continue sharing my AU. and your drawing and art are really nice as well.

CreatorBiaze

(sorry i don't really remember your name on here. please forgive me T^T)

@creatorbiaze - your OCs are cool. you are cool. you and @teddymochi are cool. both of you are cool.

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is that everyone? i hope so and i hope that it's not too much? i don't know anymore.

and thank you to those of you who have to deal with my little precious characters (you know who you are...i mean, i hope you do) and i do hope that they are not giving you guys trouble.

and to those who run ask blogs, no one will be able to do what you do for the community that you are a part of and that your characterization are the best characterization.

and also, thank you everyone who is interested in my silly little AU :D.

remember that you are all an amazing human being and i appreciate every single one of you for who you are <3.

[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 5

Tags: domestic fluff, showering together because bbg doesn't know how

Part 4

The way Charles perches in his seat at the table is adorable. You mentally applaud yourself for not having barstools, but instead for investing in proper dining chairs. Knees up and feet on the cushion, he sits just like he always has as a cat. He even keeps his hands in front on the edge of the chair. Even his pretty tail sways through the gaps in the back.

His unfamiliarity with using his hands only adds to his charm. After a few demonstrations, he figures out how to hold the fork, but every time he thinks you're not looking his pink tongue sticks out in concentration as he tries to stab things onto the utensil.

He refuses to eat his greens. He won't even try them, pouting and saying cats don't eat grass. Charles does drink three glasses of milk, eat all his sausages, and pick out the soft centre of his bread; but you also hear him snacking on his kibble when you leave the room. You'll have to put that stuff away, or at least check if it's safe for humans to eat.

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With lunch out of the way, you flop onto the sofa to try and figure out what to do about all this. Naturally, Charles takes his seat beside you and begins doing what he does at least half the day normally - grooming. It's such an unremarkable part of your life that you hardly register it anymore. That is until you're wrenched out of your pondering by much grunting and fussing.

“Can't… nnnn… reach!” Charles huffs as he tries to lick his tail.

As soon as you meet his gaze you can see how distressed he is from the helpless way he looks at you with those big blue eyes. Petting him consolingly you tell him, “I think you'll have to learn to groom the way humans do, Minou.”

He tilts his head in obvious confusion. Come to think of it, you've never let him in the washroom when you're showering. You didn't bother trying to give him a bath as a cat either because you know it's not necessary.

Hauling him up he trails obediently behind, standing next to you as you explain that you use the shower to get clean. From outside the booth, you turn on the faucet. The moment the water sprays the tile, he backs up against the bathroom wall.

“No rain,” he mewls in fear.

“It's not rain, Minou. It's a shower. It's nice. I promise!”

“I hate the rain! It's cold and it makes me feel sick and I get so dirty after it rains it ruins my coat and makes a mess of my tail!” he whimpers and clutches said fluffy accessory.

“This is warm and you'll feel great after! I'm sure you'll like it if you try,” you coo and scratch his ears again to calm him down.

“There's no such thing as warm rain…”

It seems the only way you can convince him it won't be that bad is by proving it to him.

“Here, give me your hand. We'll touch the water together and see if it's cold, okay?”

He nods warily and follows your lead but flinches at the sensation of the water hitting his palm.

“Don't like it…” he murmurs and quickly withdraws.

“I promise it's really nice when you're inside… I know you're scared, but if you can't groom like usual you won't be clean. I know you like to stay immaculate and this will help.”

Shaking his pretty mop of lavender hair back and forth he refuses again. “I don't want to be wet.”

“I'll dry your hair after for you?” you offer.

He looks at you with a suspicion like that isn't actually possible.

“I'll even wash your hair for you if you want?”

This is the only thing you've said that softens his frightened expression.

“You'll groom me?”

“Sure. If that'll make you feel better and help you get used to it.”

He agrees, but clings to your hand when you step into the shower booth together. You stand under the showerhead, blocking most of the water from hitting him until he adjusts. His pretty blue orbs flit to every corner of the little space. The more he takes in the weaker his grip becomes.

“Now what?” he eventually asks when he's satisfied his curiosity.

You show him your usual routine, and one step at a time do the same for him. You start slow, lathering up your hands and then giving him a chance to touch the bubbles. Rubbing the soap into his hands, in between his fingers, and up his wrist until he seems less wary. Gradually, you convince him to step out of the corner and into the spray with you so that you can help him suds up.

After washing his chest, you turn him around to wash his shoulders without much thought, but Charles hates the way his tail ends up soaked and heavy. Pouting and pleading with his moonstone eyes for you to fix it, you switch to shampoo. First demonstrating with your own hair, you then work the product into your hands and through his tail. Careful not to mat it, you make sure all of it is clean right down to the base.

Though you're sure owners shouldn't use conditioner on their cats - or any products not designed specifically for pets - you also know he can't care for it himself. With how fluffy it is, you don't want his tail to get tangled when you dry it. As you work the conditioner in gently you notice he's much more relaxed, to the point where you think you can hear a faint purr to over the pitter patter against the tiles.

With him finally at ease, you suggest he try shampooing his hair himself. Butterflies fill your stomach as you watch him step under the showerhead to wet his hair. It's not like you've never showered with a guy before, but you never had to teach them how to shower; how not to get soap in his eyes, what a washcloth is for, how to use a bar of soap without dropping it, not to lick his hands clean afterwards.

At length you finish and step out, wrapping him up in a big, soft towel. You swaddle his tail in another one and take him back to the bedroom so that he can sit while you blow-dry his hair. Though at first he hates the sound being so close to his sensitive ears, the way you play with his tresses as you dry the roots has him dozing off in minutes.

You debate getting him used to the device by asking him to do his tail, but he looks so peaceful curled up on the bed - ears twitching now and then in his sleep - that you can't resist drying it yourself. All fluffed out, you brush it until it's silky soft, just as you always do for him, then cover him up with the spare quilt.

Though it's not even dinner yet and you didn't get up until noon, it feels like a very long day. Feeding and bathing your cat-turned-boy is all you've done but you're exhausted and clearly Charles is too. You wonder how parents do it day after day for years on end.

When he eventually wakes up from his cat nap, he's very pleased with your work and enthusiastically thanks you by rubbing his head on your shoulder. With a gentle purr in the back of his sugary voice, he asks to pet his tail to see just how soft it is.

“I guess you like the conditioner then?” you comment when he flicks it back into your lap for you to touch again.

“Condi-what?” he responds, taking his tail back and enjoying its softness for himself.

“The creamy one I massaged into your tail after shampoo. It's what makes your hair smooth. You can try it yourself next time.”

Tilting his head he asks, “How do I remember which is which? They all look the same…”

With your fingers combing through the silken fluff at his third request, you answer, “Just read the label. Oh… wait… You can't read, can you?”

He shakes his head and looks terribly sorry as he curls up into himself and wraps his tail around his ankles.

Your to-do list for tomorrow just became a lot longer.

Part 6

[fereldanwench]

Hiya Wench! <3

It's me, the chick who always wants you to explain things xD. I have another polite request (won't be upset if you decline, but I have to try).

I had an epiphany about my posts today - I tag for other people, not myself (twitter influence). And I realized I don't even know how to quickly get to some of the older posts.

And then I remembered your page and how it's all neatly organized xD I previously haven't realized all your tags were actually separating your posts into categories and such... I love it. I had some big brain moments today xD

Would you please have any quick tips (perhaps you already do have them on your blog, I just forgot how to display the blog with the template on) for how to get started with your own template and neatly organized posts you can always find? Maybe even some template creators and such?

I used to do HTML & CSS back in the day, but it's been a long while, I don't have that much time to do trial and error anymore, and any actual coding is out of the question for me. It's gotta be user-friendly. (Free would be best, but I'm ready to reward the work done.)

I'm loving it here now and I post A LOT... I'd hate to reach a point where I don't even know what's on my page anymore.

Thanks! <3

Hi, bb! 💙

I've been asked about this a few times, and I honestly never feel I have a good answer for it, haha. I just like organizing and categorizing things, honestly. Best I can do is share my thought process and a couple of handy tools--Hopefully that'll help give you some inspiration!

My tagging habits actually come from ancient Tumblr functionality--Back in the day, the search function didn't exist as it does now (in which it will (theoretically) scan the body and tags in the post), and you could only find posts if they were tagged in a certain way. Sometimes I wanted to post about game stuff, like Dragon Age, but I didn't want my post to appear in the main tag (because of fanwank hell) BUT I also still wanted to be able to find it later because my blog is for me first and foremost.

So I started using "s: dragon age" to gather all things related to Dragon Age (in which "s" in my mind stands for "series") and "g: dao" for posts specifically about Dragon Age Origins, "g: da2" for Dragon Age II/2, and "g: dai" for Dragon Age Inquisition. And if it was a post I did want to go into the main tags, like a GIF set or fanart, I'd use both the default tags (Dragon Age, Dragon Age Inquisition) and my personal ones for my own blog cataloging.

Tumblr search hasn't worked like this in years, but by the time it changed, I was already in this habit for a while so I've just kept doing it. I do change the way I organize stuff from time to time, and there are some tools that make that easier:

Xkit Rewritten This is a life-changer and has a ton of great features to improve your Tumblring experience, but the "Tag Replacer" specifically is awesome if you realize you want to change a tag en mass.

Tumblr Tag List Generator And this is really helpful if you need to do some tag wrangling and figure out what tags you've used. I periodically run my blog through this to catch inevitable typos in tags so I can change them, and see if I can consolidate any similar tags (e.g. catch if I was using both "g: da2" and "g: da ii" so I could figure out which one I liked more.)

As far as the organization itself and how I choose the categories, it's just vibes, haha. It's just how I catalog things in my brain. Which I know is probably unhelpful. Prefixes like "inspo: ###" and "shows: ###" are pretty self-explanatory. "extras: ###" is for the random stuff that doesn't really fit anywhere else, like shitposts and cute animal pics. "topic: ###" is for more serious subjects and discussions, like LGBTQ+ issues. "mine: ###" is for the stuff I've made.

Two things I wish I had done a better job of is 1) organizing other people's OCs by fandom (if you visit me on Pillowfort, you'll notice I use tags like "other's ocs (cp77)" instead of just "other's ocs") and 2) separating my edits tag into a gifs and virtual photography tag. Calling all video game imagery "edits" is also sort of a holdover from Tumblr days of yore, but I wish I had made a distinction there. (I had never even heard the term "virtual photography" until about 2022, though, and I've been on Tumblr since 2010 so yanno. Whatever. This blog in particular is 8 years old, and I'm not sifting through thousands of posts just to amend that.)

And this is a mostly comprehensive list of all the tags I use, if you wanna see the categories and whatnot in action.

With regards to blog templates, I've actually decided to stop focusing on that here because Tumblr has increasingly become a more app-driven userbase, and the pretty blog templates are only visible on desktop. Tumblr also nuked a lot of functionality of the custom pages you can make, which is where I used to keep my tags displayed. I still have a custom theme, but it's pretty bare-bones compared to what I used to do. (Now I get my CSS fix working on my Neocities website, although that is very much still a WIP.)

But there are fortunately still a lot of folks keeping the custom Tumblr themes alive! You can browse some of my personal favorites under my tumblr: themes tag, and @theme-hunter is a fantastic resource to find free user-made templates.

Oh, and because Tumblr is pushing more for a generic and uniform app experience, you do have to opt-in to activate your custom blog. It's this option under your blog settings:

And if you want to view someone's custom blog (if they have one), you'll have use the https://fereldanwench.tumblr.com/ URL. If you want to view the dashboard-like version of their blog, you'll have to use the https://www.tumblr.com/fereldanwench URL.

Hopefully this made sense and can give you some ideas to get started!

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

tagged by @postwarlevi!!! i wanted to reblog but it got long so i'm making a new thread 😅

this is so cute 🥺🥺 any chance to talk about katvi i'll take it (✿◡‿◡)

1. who is the better cook?

him for sure, although neither of us are too big of a fan of cooking. i think he just tolerates it more than i do, although i do think there are some recipes he legitimately enjoys

2. who takes longer showers?

me. idk if its the adhd but i tend to forget how much time i spend in there and before i know it, he has to poke his head into the bathroom as a passive aggressive way of telling me that i stole all the hot water 😭

3. who is more organized?

him for sure. a point of contention with us is that i'm way too messy and it drives him through the roof. some boundaries had to be established and while it still makes him grumpy sometimes, he respects my space

4. who generally spends more money?

neither? technically me because if i get fixated on something, i'll tend to impulse shop but usually limit it to small-ish things or wait until they're on sale! he likes buying specialty teas and coffees and sometimes those can get kinda pricey, so i think we roughly break even

5. who likes sleeping in more?

hmm. i think this is difficult to answer because we both suffer from pretty bad insomnia. i think if it's who ends up sleeping in for longer, it's me. i'm the type that'll take like 4-5 hours to fall asleep but i can stay asleep once the sun rises (which is incredibly annoying) his insomnia is the type where he can get shut-eye for like 20 minutes at a time, which usually translates to him getting out of bed as soon as the sun starts to rise regardless of if he slept or not

6. who is the better driver?

im a passenger princess (✿◡‿◡) but also because driving gives me anxiety because i've gotten into accidents before, so he just does it for me, so it's levi for sure

7. who is the most stubborn?

hard to say. i think me. he usually gives in first because he gets way too irritated and is just like "whatever".

8. who is the most romantic?

neither 👁️👄👁️ at least not in the traditional sense. maybe me because i'm a sucker for romantic sunset walks (✿◡‿◡) but also him because sometimes he'll leave cute little notes around the house for me and it makes me melt (i have a little collection of them :3)

9. who is more laid back?

me. i think he's overall more extra or particular than i am. and this isn't in regards to him needing clean spaces. that's fine. i'm talking about the extra amount of work he constantly puts into every little thing, especially when it comes to house projects or even picking out toys for the cats. whereas i'm just kinda like...as long as it's not doing harm, convenience is king

10. who is more likely to ask for directions?

me. and it's a silly reason. like yes, i'm directionally confused a lot but i think levi would want to just. wander around and hope we get unlost and i'm not interested in doing that.

11. who is the blanket hog?

also me 😅 i get very fitful when my insomnia acts up, which usually translates into me wanting to hug something (why, you ask? no idea), whether it's him, a pillow, my plushie, or (in most cases), the blanket.

12. who is more likely to lose their phone?

him. he's technologically confused, which translates him to just not really using his phone unless he has to. it also means he's shit at answering texts on time >:(

13. who initiated the first kiss?

him because i was too shy 😅 i still thought it was some kind of joke as to why he was even interested in me, so i never really made a move.

14. who fell in love first?

hard to say. probably me since i was crushing on him forever, but he was the one that reached out and started stuff soooooo who knows

15. who planned the honeymoon?

him, mostly? he decided what we wanted to do. he was very extra about it, wanting to make it worth our money and get like the maximum amount of r&r with the least amount of stress, which i lowkey appreciated sm 😭 i was the one that did all the booking and reservations tho lol

#: @romantichomicide95 @luvjiro @leviismybby @jayteacups @lucysarah-c @whoami-72 @sixpennydame @wyvernslovecake @stygianoir @einnyl @nube55 @svftackerman @roseofdarknessblog @bita-bita @averysmolbear @youre-ackermine @thevelria @crazychaoticizzy @littlerequiem @notgoodforlife @bloompompom @ackermendick @sad-darksoul + anyone who wants to join! if you don't partake in self-shipping, then please ignore! ＜（＾－＾）＞

[dainobones]

Hey this is probably a very big reach especially considering your views on the fic, but I remember you still hosting a pdf link to Red Potter for a few years after it's deletion off of ao3. Did you delete that post? I used to reread it off my old ass tablet every year but the thing finally kicked the bucket. I'll understand if you don't want to resuscitate that link just for a random anon but I figured I'd reach out anyway <3

Ps. I can never remember your username so I had to reverse search it on ao3 by trying to tag search for your other old fic Popular. Didn't end up finding that either but I did fine a fic that was gifted to your ao3! Am I crazy or did you used to go by dainochild before dainobones?

i'm gonna be honest with you anon: i dont remember. maybe i deleted it? maybe the site stopped hosting it?

anyway i dont have it any more myself (or the longer explanation: it's somewhere on an external harddrive i can't find cos i just moved) so i can't give you a pdf, sorry!! but i asked some friends and here's an epub. i hope that'll work for you!!!

also no you're not going crazy i used to be dainochild but i changed it to dainobones cos a) i'm barely active and b) i like locked tomb and keep pretending i'm gonna post a fic for it (i won't it's too long and i'm too busy getting paid to write original trash)

also 2 just to clarify just in case: i dont hate the fic or anything, and i'm happy it still means good stuff to a lot of ppl!! i'm just very uncomfortable As A Trans Person with 1) how many ppl it inspired to read HP and 2) how my egg feelings/baby trans jokes ft in that fic look when associated with a media property that's now a giant red flag for transphobia. so i didnt want it getting new readers. i 100% would've left it up if joanne didnt repeatedly say how much she loves using her royalties/influence to hurt trans ppl. like it was actual agony to know that and have ppl saying "i'm gonna go support this horrible woman's creation now!!!!" BUT i know my fic was very different than HP so i dont have anything against ppl liking it in its own right and i'm very flattered & happy that it still means a lot to ppl!!

[strangertheories]

Hi! First of all: Love your theories and analysis of ST! :) So, I have something I wanted to see your take on. Ever since volume 2, I've been wondering about the probability of Byler being canon or not, but most of all, I've been thinking about Mike's character and how he has been written in s4 especially. First I need to say that I didn't come from any particular biased (or too heavily invested) point before watching volume 2 'cause I don't ship Byler or Mileven, but as a regular fan of the show I always felt that Will was gay (that point has been clear since s3 for me), and after paying closer attention to Mike's character in volume 1, I felt for sure that he was being written as queer coded/ struggling with his sexuality. There are plenty of analysis about this online (some of which I think are reaching a little bit, while others I definitely agree with), but seeing as the show went with the whole I love you declaration / motivational coach speech from Mike to El (which to me kinda cements that Mileven will probably be the endgame tbh); what are your thoughts on the queer coding of Mike and his weirdness towards Will and just his weirdness in general? I'm so conflicted right now, 'cause to me it just doesn't make sense to build this up and not offer it any pay-off. Could you maybe help rationalize this? 'Cause something feels off with the way he was written when comparing vol1 to vol2. TLDR: Is Mike a closeted gay or is he just a lousy friend? What do you think were the Duffers' intentions with his character...?

First of all, I'm glad you like my posts! (: Second of all, it really depends on the direction they take Byler in during S5. I think a lot more people thought Mike was queer after Volume 1 and that can be seen by the influx of followers in the Byler tag. His inability to say that he loves Eleven despite the fact he was able to say it before combined with the way he was acting about Will led a lot of people to think he's actually interested in Will. It seriously makes so much sense for his character for him to be gay and if it turns out he is, that'll be some amazing writing and foreshadowing and some of the best initially subtle queer rep ever.

But I'm really conflicted on canon Byler. I don't want to be a party pooper, but I also don't want to give false hope and I'm going to say I'm skeptical of it, but I really hope to be proven wrong. Volume 2 felt like the perfect opportunity to start making Byler canon but they didn't go down that route and I feel like there's only so much milkvan that I can wave away as platonic. If it happened now, it would feel a bit rushed and fan service-y to me. I will continue to make Byler theories and try to bring some hope to people because I believe it can happen, but I'm also not going to lie about how I feel. I have the disappointed but not surprised outlook on Byler, as in it's a missed opportunity if they don't do it and a shame for the show, but it's not shocking.

So that leaves us with two possibilities. One and the one I prefer: Mike is gay and repressing his feelings for Will by projecting them onto Eleven like Will pretending Eleven asked for stuff but he is starting to work this out so he pushes Will away with the comments like it's not my fault you don't like girls. Two: after S2 without the will they won't they aspect to Mike and Eleven's relationship, the writers didn't know what to do with them so they created random conflicts and breakups so we could have an emotional moment at the end of each season with them. They wanted Mike's friendship with Will to be challenged by the relationship to show Mike is growing up and moving on but Will can't because of his sexuality and because of the loss of his childhood.

I don't think the second option is inherently bad but they've not written it like that. It makes Mike seem like he doesn't love Eleven and that he's an awful friend to Will and a lot of the Mike hate is a response to this poor writing. The actions are very realistic for a teenage boy so I get they don't have to justify it but if you see Mike in the earlier seasons and just how loyal he is, I'm not sure that's something that goes away with puberty. So either they're working towards the goal of Mike being gay and having a big realization coming out arc in S5 or they tried to write conflict into his relationships and it didn't click with a lot of the audience.

But don't lose hope because of that! It does make a ton of sense for Mike to be gay and he's clearly very queer coded. There's a reason so many people cling on to that aspect of him. So if the writers make Byler requited, it does explain a lot of stuff and a lot of analyses are super convincing so who knows. But it could also be weird relationship writing, I'm not going to lie.

Hopefully this post is ok! I'm not trying to be controversial but this is my account created for sharing my opinions on a show I love so I'm not going to pretend that there is a possibility Byler won't be canon although equally there is a possibility that it will be. Thanks for the ask and the compliment :D

[itsevanffs]

Fic Writer Wrapped - 2022

I got tagged by duplicity, metalomagnetic and possibly a few others (I'm really shit at remembering, apologies) so thanks for that here is my contribution, um, almost 2 weeks late.

How many stories did you complete?

Same as last year. No stories really completed, just oneshots posted, of which there were 5 this year.

What is your total word count for the year?

I actually update my spreadsheet about once every two months(?) so I can tell you pretty much the exact number, give me a minute:

139797 words. So. 140k. Of which you have seen... possibly 30k?

It's actually more than my usual just 100k average, which I wasn't expecting? I was actually expecting less. Probably because I haven't been super satisfied with my writing; but I think the weekly livewrites in my server definitely added to that count, so I'll be keeping those going.

What fandoms did you write in this year?

Just the one, I think. Harry Potter by Hatsune Miku. If I wrote anything else (outside original things) I definitely didn't post it.

Did you write more, less, or roughly about what you expected?

I don't set expectations for myself, really? I don't have a set goal for words, because my writing is vibes-based. (It's why it's so good /lh). Considering I almost wrote 1.5 times my usual, though, I knocked it out of the park with this year.

What's your favourite story of this year?

Definitely At the expense of the world. I love writing gritty, horrible stuff in a refreshing way, kind of like eating raw cockles and getting a bit of shell between your teeth, yknow? It's incredible, and the taste is still super fresh. I dunno how to describe it, but there's a reason I pumped out, what, fifteen thousand words in 2 weeks? That's a lot, especially for me.

What is your most underappreciated story of the year?

I'll confess I don't look at the stats much, not for any particular reason, but I just forget. As it stands with vibes, however, probably, hmm... Well, I didn't really start anything that could be considered 'underappreciated', because I think if it reaches the people it's meant to I'm happy. I think if one person (even if that were just me) takes joy and meaning in my work it's about as appreciated as it could be. One piece I'm especially proud of (even though it is pretty much a remix of the work I listed as inspiration) is Rot, on which the author of the original work complimented my prose :D I was very flattered.

Biggest fanfic-related disappointment of 2022?

Good question. I think it's that I've kind of lost interest in ITD, even though I still hold love for it. It's just become very hard to work on. I'm hoping I'll somehow manage to wrestle my way through it, but as it stands I think I'm gonna have to rework a lot of chapters. We'll see.

Biggest fanfic-related surprise of 2022?

Becoming friends with toast and metalo, two writers who I deeply admire :D I'll be dead honest, it was quite a shock. But I'm super happy and grateful to both of them for being awesome people <3

Something you look forward to working on in 2023?

I really want to push Expense through its first arc this year and finish Anabiosis. I've been getting a lot of encouragement for both, so who knows? Maybe I'll manage it. It'd be nice to definitely finish Anabiosis' main story, because that'll be the first 20k+ fic I'll have ever finished. Like, the first non-one shot. (Even though it was supposed to be a one shot, once upon a time.) I think it'd give me a lot of confidence in my ability to actually finish things.

I don't know of anyone to tag, but if anyone feels inclined, feel free to use me as your excuse to do one too.

[glassedplanets]

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this year i read a ton of art books, so i'll drop a big list + reflections under the cut:

i'll split these up into art books and instructional books, though there are a few that did a bit of both.

art books:

the art of heikala

the art of loish

beautiful scenes from a fantasy world

mysterious scenes from a parallel world

a sky longing for memories: the art of makoto shinkai

expedition sketchbook

windows to worlds: the art of devin elle kurtz

reverie: the art of sybilline meynet

the man who leapt through film

instructional books:

framed perspective vol. 1 & 2 by marcos mateu-mestre

master the art of speed painting

sketching from the imagination

sketching from the imagination: characters

sketching from the imagination: storytelling

beyond art fundamentals

figure drawing for artists

that's actually more than i thought, lmao. standouts for me were a sky longing for memories, windows to worlds, master the art of speed painting, and figure drawing for artists -- each of these offered some really valuable insight for me and helped me think about something in a different way. i got all these via library and at this point i'm worried that i've exhausted the catalogs of every library i have access to :/

i've only ever taken one art class in my life and it wasn't a really great experience, plus i'm not great at teaching myself things, so finally reaching for instructional books about art this year felt like a big leap and i'm glad that i took it. i also watched some of the drawclass VODs that are up on youtube and started looking for resources like studies and sketches from artists i like. idk, i guess it's kind of been about demystifying the process for me. there's a lot of stuff i've been doing the long way round for years and years or not doing at all because i didn't know that you were "allowed" to take a shortcut, or that it was even possible (eg. foliage brushes).

this year was pretty wobbly in terms of how happy i was with the art i made and how much of it i made, particularly bc Life Happened in august and just has not stopped, and i know that i felt really bad and unhappy with art for a big chunk of the year -- but now that i'm past that, i can see that i've improved a lot in a lot of the ways in which i've been wanting to improve. you know what's nuts? i only started actively drawing backgrounds for every piece last year. now i can't imagine not doing something for a background.

i think i also gnawed through a lot of... idk, shame? inadequacy? some yucky feeling i had about tagging my art for tumblr search. i think it's partially that we're all back on this hell site and i just don't care about showing my ass anymore. whatever. y'all either get to see my fucking anime Poasting or unfollow/mute/block/whatever, i don't really give a shit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

the art goals i set for myself at the start of the year were to try making a short comic more than once, which i did! twice, actually, though i didn't post one of them. that's ok. i don't remember if this was a goal, but i submitted art to a digital zine this year too! i need to check if i can post it yet actually... lmao. and i joined a fandom event as an artist, which i'm really excited for. i haven't done a fandom event since 2013 and i've never done one as an artist.

my art goals for 2023 are to do thumbnails for most of the big pieces that i draw, and to draw people interacting physically with each other when i draw 2+ in one piece. that'll be tough since i honestly enjoy the subtlety of Two Guys Standing Next To Each Other but it's an area i want to improve in.

[aceofwhump]

Hi, long time viewer very bew poster here. so im starting a whump blog. But im kinda new to the whole consept. What do one post? How does this work? Who what when which whaaaaa? How do one reach the comunity and whats the rules?

Hi there!!! Oh that's very exciting!! Congrats! It's a lot of fun having ones own whump blog. Very freeing to be able to go batshit crazy about whump in the safety of your blog.

Okay so you're questions:

First of all, you can post about whatever you want!! it really is as simple as that! Whatever kind of whump you enjoy, post about it! You can blog writing scenarios, stories and fanfics, gifsets, and tropes that you've seen and enjoyed. You can create your own writing, gifsets, edits, video clips, etc or you can reblog things others have made. You can just ramble incoherently about your favorite characters you like to whump or your favorite tv or movies scenes that give you whumperflies or what tropes you love or tropes you'd like to see more of. You can share things you like but maybe don't see in the community. Maybe you love this one scene but nobody talks about it. Tell us about it! The world of whump is wide open.

We don't have steadfast rules here imo but we do have a few things to keep in mind:

When you post make sure you tag properly. Tagging is an incredibly important aspect of being a part of this community because we blog about a lot of potentially triggering things. So it's important to tag properly so that those who are triggered are are uncomfortable about certain topics can block those tags and stay safe. Tag for things like noncon, blood, flashing gifs, box boy, gore, rape, etc. When in doubt, tag it. Better to be safe than sorry.

Tagging also helps people find your content as well. For example if you make gifs, use the #whumpedit tag so people who like whump gifs and easily find you. Use the #whump tag for anything pertaining to whump.

Be kind!! There is going to be something you see that you disagree with or are uncomfortable with. That is inevitable in this community. Whump is a vary wide genre and we all like and dislike very different things. So if you see something you don't like, just keep scrolling. Block blogs if you have to, no one will be upset. Keep yourself safe by blocking tags you don't like. Just be kind and remember the age ole internet addage of Your Kink Is Not My Kink and That's Okay.

Be respectful. Not just to your fellow members of the community, but of the things you blog about. There are tropes that need to be handled with care and respect. It never hurts to do some research if you plan on writing to learn about how people who actually deal with said trope feel.

Some helpful tidbits:

We also all tend to make an introduction post when we first start our whump blogs. Just a little something to say hi and what you enjoy whumpwise and stuff like that. We like to them reblog your intro post to say hi back and that'll help with getting you introduced to the community. It's a great way to meet people.

Don't be afraid to send messages, reply to people's posts, or go through a blogs entire archive reblogging things either! We all love that kind of interaction! And everyone is super friendly in this community.

Make sure to change your icon from the default and make your icon, your blog description, header, etc a little personalized. Make it your own. If people see default everything they tend to block the blog thinking it's a bot. Plus it's very fun to personalize the blog.

I think that's all I've got for the moment. If anyone has other advice they'd like to impart please feel free. And nonny, welcome to the community!!

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Seventeen

Pieris Napi

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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"Seriously? You want to help these guys? Do you actually want them to stick around? What the hell, Y/N?" Tsukishima whisper shouts at you from where you both stand behind the bus.

"I agree with Tsukki," Kuroo nods. "Those guys are fucking trouble. We should let them go before something bad happens."

"But nothing bad is going to happen! Osamu won't hurt us as long as his brother needs my help and he knows I won't help if something happens to you guys, too," you tell them.

"And what about the brother? What about Atsumu?" Tsukishima continues.

"He's hurt. He wants my help. I could tell even though he didn't say anything."

"I don't trust them," Tsukishima says as he shakes his head and crosses his arms.

"I never said I trust them!" you groan. "But I'm still going to help."

"You're really going to go right now? We just got back, can't you at least wait 'til morning to leave?" Tsukishima then offers.

"I'd rather go now in case something happens to Yachi or the others. I want to make sure they've all got everything they need. It's nearby. It'll be quick and I'll be fine."

"At least let me go with you," the both of them say at the same time.

"Tsukishima, thank you for the offer," you address to him first, "but I need you to say here with the bus and you know why. Kuroo, truly, I'll be okay."

"Then just let me tag along behind you. You won't even know that I'm there," he insists. You look over at Tsukishima's upset face before finally giving in.

"Fine, but hurry up and let's go."

About five minutes later, you and Kuroo wave goodbye to Tsukishima, Kenma, and Bokuto before walking off. You keep to the sides of the roads, staying hidden as much as possible, until you finally arrive at the old office where you used to work before the whole world shut down.

You reach into your pocket for the key to the chained lock you have around the front doors. You quickly unlock it and allow yourselves in. The inside of the office is completely dark except for the light shining from between the windows you boarded up yourself to prevent intruders from getting inside.

"My room is over here to the left," you call to Kuroo as you walk past the nurse's station. However, just as your hand reaches the doorknob, the front doors are burst open once more as if yet another patient was about to be rolled in.

"Not so fast, you two!" a man shouts. 

You turn to face the front door to see a man with short blond hair and two black stripes running vertically down his head. 

"Who the hell are you?" Kuroo asks as he blocks the man's view of you behind him.

"My name is none of your damn business," the man smirks as he holds up a heavy-looking machine gun. 

"Seriously," you grumble. "Hey, dude, we don't have time for this. Take whatever shit you want and leave us alone!"

"Yeah, like that'll happen," Kuroo says sarcastically. "He'll totally just wait until you've got Osamu's gun and kill him first, too. I'm sure he understands."

"What's that for?" you now begin to bicker with your companion. "You're really going to be a dick right now?"

"Well, apparently you still help people even when they are complete assholes," he replies irritatedly.

"I already told you I'm not doing this just for him. I'm also going to get stuff for Yachi, Alisa, and Lev!"

"Will the two of you stop?! You sound fucking insane!?" the man with the machine gun interrupts. 

You finally leave Kuroo alone and look straight into your assailant's eyes. "You look hurt," you say as you begin to slowly approach him. "We're here because this is my office. I'm a doctor. If you're hurt, I can help you."

You hear Kuroo scoff from behind you.

"I don't need your fucking help, I need you out of my goddamn way, bitch!" 

When you get close enough to the man, you reach out your hand palm up. "You've got a pretty bad wound on your head. Is there anything I can do?"

"I already said no, goddammit," he shouts as he points his gun straight to your forehead. In an instant, you grab his wrist and force his arm up. He fires the gun multiple times into the ceiling. Kuroo charges up from behind you and tackles the guy to the ground. In the mix of the confusion, the gun falls to the ground and you pick it up.

"I don't save everyone," you say with narrowed eyes to Kuroo. "I was actually going to help this piece of shit. Get out of the way before you go to hell with him."

The moment Kuroo moves out of the way, you land a good twenty to thirty rounds into the man's body.

"Well that's fucking gross," Kuroo comments as he stands up.

"Let's move it outside. There's a garbage disposal in the back of the building," you plan.

Kuroo agrees and the two of you move the body out of your way. 

"Ah, shit. I'm gonna throw up," he mutters as you pull the blonde's body through the office.

"It's disgusting but I didn't really have a choice."

"Well thank goodness you didn't decide to tear my body up like that, too, or I'd come back to haunt you without a fucking doubt," he scoffs.

"Why are you in such a mood today?" you groan as you burst open the back door leading outside to the disposal.

"Jesus, Y/N," Kuroo huffs as the two of you toss the corpse into the huge waste container in the back of your doctor's office. "I'm tossing a dead body into a bin after you just promised you'd help two other guys that wanted to kill us! I can't figure you out!"

"I'm not asking you to! You're the one who wanted to stick around in the first place hoping it'll be 'fun'. Hate to break it to you Tetsuro, but there is no goddamn thing in this world anymore. If you don't like that then fucking leave! I'm trying to save people's lives! I have Bokuto and Yachi and Lev, Alisa, and Atsumu relying on me to keep them alive! I don't have time to entertain whatever game you're hoping to play here!"

Kuroo wipes the blood from his hands onto the sides of his pants. "Yeah, no shit, Y/N. I'm sorry for trying to find a few people and make a decent life out of this fucking mess instead of rolling over and dying myself but I guess a doctor like you doesn't see through that lens. I'm out of here."

With that, he storms off in a hurry. You watch as he walks away, unsure of what to say or do in response, but if he just wants to go then that's his decision, not yours. Your only hope is that maybe he'd come back for Kenma at the very least.

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[aknosde]

hi!! im queso again, im going to send some stuff anout tpth if thats cool :)) - tag: "I promise this isn't as sad as it sounds" you lied to me - i like how you describe the different climates in the different months!! im usually not a fan of weather descriptions to start a story but they were interesting :) - the crushing hug!! gaghhh theyre so cute - i absolutely loved everything from the point they reach the jackson-blofis house to the end of the dancing scene.. i had read the sneak peek of sally and grover dancing and that was what got me hooked and waiting for this fic!! may draw that some time - i also remember the flip phone from the six sentence posts!! it's cool and cute despite the sadness of the situation - WOAGH THEIR FIGHT... THAT'S JUST. SO WELL DONE!!! THE WHOLE SCENE!! i think that is where i found annabeth and grover the most in-character in the whole fic and other than the dance it's my favourite part of it. hands down a great moment. i'd quote some lines but they'd take over this ask - the boxes!! THE RECEIPT. i fucking died. - i honestly thought i was the only person who also thought grover's mother had left. i thought i was the only person who thought about him being an orphan in the first place - the memory with percy.... the gughh EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT PART!!!!! - "Just this once, he thinks, I’ll be selfish." i am deceased i am laying down on your front door user aknosde - the receipt. is not inocuous at all. - SALLY GIVES HIM THE KEYS AND. UGH. I KNOW BABY. IT'S HARD BUT WE'LL BE ALRIGHT. DO YOU WANT ME DEAD - clarisse was a great choice for a character to play the role she plays in that point of the story i love clarisse and her and grover interacted very nicely - he cared enough to try and try again. fucking hell - ITS A CHANGE BUT ITS NOT A BAD ONE!!! YES!!! SHE'S GROWING AND LEARNING!!!! - the percy and grover scene is so sweet and kinda sad but sweet and nice and they really know eachother and they have that stupid tiny disagreement but it's resolved so quickly... preserve MY heart bc it's dying with me - THE PRINCESS DIARIES... THEYD DEFINITELY WATCH THOSE FILMS TOGETHER ALL THE TIME - love this fic ive been waitin for it since september or so and AGH,, thank you !!!

oh my god of course thats okay!! this is such an amazing ask im gonna answer it point by point but that'll take a while so it's under the cut!

i put that tag in bc i wanted ppl to know it wasnt all sad!! (also mb bc i cant tell w my own writing after looking at it for so long)

im glad you liked the descriptions, usually they aren't my thing but the passage of time was really important in this one so i wanted it to be apparent!

crushing hug!! my bsf is really good at cracking backs and has several ways to do it through hugs and i thought annabeth would too

im glad you liked that scene. it was inspired by the entire whats going on album and the song dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan and i ended up really liking it too. also it does some pretty heavy lifting by setting the "norm" so you can see how things change, esp vis-a-vis sally, which is signified by grover taking over for annabeth in leading their dance (also your art is so cool if you did that i’d never shut up abt it)

flip phones!! they'll be showing up in my aie fics

im glad you liked the fight and found it in character!!! i felt it was super necessary for the story but also it was so much fun to write!! i love to see them all get angry!!!

packing up your friends' bedroom can be such a personal thing

the fact that grovers lost all his family!!!! and no one ever talks about it!!!!! 😡😫🧍‍♂️

the memory!! also very important to the story but it was also a chance for me to show percy being emotionally intelligent and deeply kind which are things i love him for <3

i think grover deserves to be selfish!!

i love sally jackson so much and while i dont think she's perfect i think she is very deeply good and she cares abt percy and his friends so much!! (also shout out to aftg for making me think abt the significance of keys 24/7)

i love clarisse i love her friendship with percy i love how mean she is and how much she cares ❤️ (also like ik annabeth isn’t a bitch in the books but she is assholeish towards rachel in botl when she’s concerned abt percy and i wanted something similar in this. so the target was drew. along w like,,, everyone else)

i never stop thinking about how percy didnt have any friends until grover and how percy was the first kid that grover treated as an actual friend, not a charge

annabeth is growing and learning!! she has so much growth even between tlo and moa!! the fact that she becomes comfortable saying ily is sooooo important to me and i decided that it was partially bc of grover

i wanted the final scene to wrap up the facets of percy that grover points out through the rest of the story and it was also important to me that we see that things aren't perfect once he gets back and that he and grover have points of contention just like grover had with annabeth. but also they've known each other forever and dont sweat the small stuff. thats real friendship <333

princess diaries!! like i said, i def think there are parallels between percy and mia and whether or not he and his friends realize it at this point i think its one of the reasons he likes watching it

im so glad it was worth the wait!!!

[jay-works]

Hi, I saw your comment about rayon and how it can be made from the by products of other processes, which is extremely cool… I was wondering if you have any advice you’re willing to give on finding the more sustainable rayon?I’ve been concerned about using bamboo because I read that it uses some very toxic chemicals during production and some factories that produce it have polluted rivers and communities nearby.

I have eucalyptus yarn which is apparently produced in a safer manner (a closed loop system iirc?) and feels amazing, but I’d love to hear if you’ve got any other tips or recommendations please!

Hi! Aw, thanks for reaching out. I think this is the first time I've had anything I've written get this much traction!

I'm gonna preface by saying that my formal professional experience around textile science is one course, so there's likely people who can speak on this better than me, but I did some digging and got you some sources for yourself.

So rayon is a class of fabrics with a number of different 'makes', and every different name represents a different process. Sometimes that difference is just the base material used (lyocell is made of eucalyptus trees and modal is made of beech trees for example, but both use the same method of manufacturing, which I'll touch on). Sometimes the difference is the method of manufacturing. Tencel brand rayons (the two I mentioned above) have a different manufacturing process to viscose or acetate. So if you know what 'type' of rayon your material is, that'll inform most of your buying decision.

Rayons are made by dissolving plant material in chemical solvents, and then extruding that plant goo through another chemical bath that restabilizes the goo into yarn filaments that can be worked with.

This basic process is universal for all rayons, but within those steps are a lot of things that manufacturers can tweak to change how the process works, or to change how the end material behaves. Generally speaking, the faster a rayon is produced, the less expensive it will be- but it'll also be a lower quality product and the chemical byproducts are harsh/need disposal.

But textile scientists have been working on this issue for a while, and every new iteration of rayon runs better than earlier ones. Chemicals that can be recycled and reused are more expensive, and tweaking stages of the process to make better fabrics adds time to the process. Rayon can definitely be sustainable- it just hasn't been considered popular to make it that way until these last couple decades.

This might all seem extraneous info, but the complexity of it is why it's hard to definitively call an entire class of fabrics 'sustainable' or not. So here is my guide on sustainable rayon purchasing!

-if the garment or fabric bolt shares the brand name of the rayon it is, that's a good sign. You can google the name of it for specifics, but also, if they have a tag advertising the brand of rayon it is, they usually have a blurb on a tag about why the brand is special.

-Anything made under the TENCEL brand is the best stuff on the market re: sustainable practices. Modal and Lyocell are both under the Tencel name. Exactly what you said- these ones operate on a closed loop system where the chemicals and water are re-used for their respective purposes. They also use crops that are fast growing without as much need for water to process.

-Avoid the bargains unless you can verify the source of the rayon. If the base price is excitingly cheap (garment or fabric), the rayon is definitely gonna be low quality.

-Shop from like-minded, small businesses. Fabric shops that have a smaller curated selection are more likely to carry more expensive but higher quality products. If they have spent money on the good stuff, they almost always let you know in the product description.

-if you want rayon but can't get the good stuff, a rayon blended with other natural fibres is a decent compromise from a mitigated harm perspective.

-TO AVOID LIKE THE PLAGUE: Acetate, viscose, bemberg, 'vintage rayon'. The earliest makes of rayon are temperamental to water, heat, and friction (severly so- the earliest makes of rayon would dissolve in water!). They do not stand the test of time, and the older the method, the harsher its manufacturing process.

I'll say one last thing: although sustainable practices ask us to prioritize thrifting and reusing, remember to also consider the investment of your money. While it's ethical to thrift, it's not doing what it's supposed to if you're purchasing things that need frequent replacement. When it counts, buying one thing new that will stay with you for years will be more sustainable than buying x6 of it secondhand over the same span of time.

This got way longer than it needed to be, sorry! Too lazy to edit. Here's some sources:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rayon

The sources in the wikipedia article are also an excellent place to dig further. Hope this helps!

[kikixreverie]

Do you have any advice on how to get attention to your fics on tumblr? Thanks so much in advance!

I'll be honest, I feel like I'm fairly new to tumblr myself. I've been posting for nearly a year and very much still trying to figure out how it all works, plus imposter syndrome, so I in no way feel very qualified to be giving any advice, but...... These are all of the tips I can think of right now that I feel had a hand in growing my fic interactions.

1. Tags. Tags are very important, tag your fics with as many tags as possible, whilst still making sure that all the tags you use are relevant to what your fic is about (we don't want to clog up random ass tags with stuff that isn't related to that thing). If you use a tag that someone out there is following, there's a chance that your fic could show up on their home page.

2. Don't be deterred if your fics aren't getting a large amount of attention immediately after posting them. Sometimes it takes time for your work to reach peoples feed, for example, my most popular fic might have a high amount of notes currently, but it took over 3 months to get to that point. Patience, quite sadly, is key.

3. Write what you want to read. I know every writer says this, but it's true. I've written a lot of stuff because I thought other people would like it, even if it wasn't really where my head was at at the time, and these fics always did worse compared to when I wrote something that I genuinely wanted to write and enjoyed writing. Remember to write for yourself.

4. Descriptions. I never used to write descriptions for my fics, until I realised that usually if I'm looking for something to read, I tend to skip over fics that don't have descriptions because I either might be looking for something specific, or my attention span is far to short to start reading something I possibly might not like. It doesn't have to be too snazzy, just a fairly simple, enticing description that'll make people want to keep reading.

5. If you don't have one, make a masterlist. If someone likes one of your fics and want to read more, they'll struggle to find them if you don't have a masterlist either in your bio, or as a pinned post.

And that's all I have right now, it is 1am so my brain is partially asleep. I hope that some of my tips might help you but my inbox or dms are always open for any questions or whatnot.