#this is the third time I’m trying to post it Tumblr PLEASE let it work!

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏

hello, I want to thank @foxyprincessworld for inspiring me to write this.

connected to fairytale

summary - it has been a while since meeting ari in the woods, and while he goes out to gather food for you two, you manage to get yourself stuck.

warning - smut, inter-species, tiny fairy, stuck, slight fingering, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Ari had gone out to gather some berries and vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin, ensuring you’d be stocked up for the rapidly approaching winter. While he was out picking, you were fluttering around the house, ensuring things were clean and neat. Since you met Ari that fateful night, becoming his partner, the cabin also became your home. 

You had been cleaning all day in your human form, making sure you could cut the cleaning time in half with your size before finding a spot that no large thing could reach. You wave your hand, allowing your magic to dance over you and shrink you into your fairy form. You fly over to the area, noticing through the small hole that it has become dirty. You knew Ari didn’t care about these things, but you did. So, you began to clean, softly groaning as you kept missing a few spots, pulling yourself further into the tiny hole, your hips catching onto the sides. You wiggle, huffing when you realise that you are stuck. “Oh no… I do hope Ari gets back soon.” You let out a cute little sneeze as the dust tickles your nose. 

Ari grins at the basket in his hands, loving that it’s filled to the brim and that he can show you what he’s managed to gather. He heads into the cabin, setting down the basket on the table and then looks around confused, wondering where you are as you usually came to greet him. “Fairy? Bear here!” He grunts, scrunching his nose. “Little Fairy?!” Ari begins to walk deeper into the house, becoming worried that something may have happened to you.

“I’m here, Bear. I’m okay. I’m just stuck...” You sigh and allow magic to flow through you, appearing before your man.

Ari stares at the bright ball, following it as it slowly leads him to where you are stuck. The ball disappears when Ari stops where you are, and his eyes widen. “Oh, Fairy! How?” He can’t deny that his cock twitches when his eyes land on your exposed arse, your dress lifted from wiggling. “Stuck?” You still weren’t able to teach him how to speak proper sentences, but you found it endearing with his short answers. Knowing he tries so hard, his face always scrunches up, trying to find the right things to say, and the thing you love most about him is even though it becomes hard for him sometimes, he never gives up. 

“Yeah, Bear. I’m stuck, and my magic cannot get me out of this one.” You pout, not noticing that the more you wiggle, the more that becomes exposed, causing the giant bear behind you to become aroused. “Could you please help me?” 

Ari nods, too preoccupied with how your arse jiggles and your sweet honey pot glistens. He licks his lips at the thought of honey and how delicious you taste. “Help after,” Ari growls out, quickly ridding himself free from his pants and gripping his thick, monstrous cock. He begins to stroke it, grunting as pre-cum leaks from his angry tip.

“What? Ari, what do you mean after? Bear?” He ignores you, too lost in his mind now. You softly squeak as his finger connects with your dripping cunt. You now understand what is happening and allow your magic to wash over you. “You can enter, Bear.” You whimper when he pushes his thick finger inside, stretching you and curling it, ensuring you are wet enough to take him.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” Your head falls forward as he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his member. His tip stretches you wide as Ari pushes in. “Oh, god…” He rests his hands against the wood, fucking into you harder and faster, enjoying how your tight walls squeeze him. 

“Not god.” Ari growls, fucking into you harder. “I Bear!” Your tiny body rocks back and forth, and your eyes roll back as the pleasure intensifies. Your walls pulsate like crazy around Ari, causing a groan to slip out. “My Fairy!” Your arousal builds, leaking alongside his thick base, coating him and creating a white creamy ring. “So pretty and tiny.” He hums, staring down at your stretched-out cunt with a dazed look, entranced by how hot it looks. 

Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm. “B–bear! I’m going to–” You cut yourself off with a strangled moan. Your vision becomes white as your walls squeeze around him, and your juices squirt out of you. You fall limp, exhaustion hitting you. Ari continues to thrust into you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten, cock twitching. He releases thick amounts of cum into you, coating your walls. 

Once Ari empties himself, his cock softens, and he slowly pulls out of you. “Bear, help now.” He grumbles, wiping off the sweat on his forehead before punching the wood, snapping it enough to rip it away and pull you out of the tiny hole. He lies you on the palm of his hand, looking down at you with a soft look, “Fairy, okay?” 

You snuggle into his palm, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, Bear. Thank you.” You give him a soft tap and sigh as he moves you to the chair. Your hand waves, and you feel your body slowly grow, allowing you to become human-sized. You stretch, kissing Ari’s palm as he rests it on your cheek. “How did your picking go, Bear?” 

The smile on his face makes you think he’d be able to brighten up a room with how bright and gorgeous it is. Ari quickly moves over to the basket and brings it back to you, showing you the many things he picked. You smile, eyes dancing around the many different colours. “You did wonderful, Bear! I could maybe make some soup for dinner and a pie for dessert.” You slowly stand, legs feeling like jelly. 

Ari places the basket back down and pulls you into him by the hips. He looks down at you with such love and adoration, like he cannot believe he has you in his life. “Bear love Fairy… S–so much.” He wraps an arm around your waist while his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Pretty Fairy.”

You smile, eyes becoming clouded with love. “I love you too, Bear, so much. My big handsome bear.” Your hand rests flat on his chest, and the other cups his cheek, stroking the soft beard underneath before moving up to scratch between his cute bear ears. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve been working so hard lately.” Your lashes flutter as you continue to stare up at him. “I’ll prepare dinner, okay?” 

Ari shakes his head, huffing. He peppers kisses against your face, smiling at how beautiful you look. “I help.” 

That night you and Ari make dinner, and as that is cooking, he helps you prepare dessert. You couldn’t have wished for anything better. He’d wrap you in his arms as you made the food before pulling you over to the couch, holding you against him while you both waited for dinner. Your hand rested against your stomach, knowing that when you finally told the news to Ari, he would be so happy. You’d finally have everything you had ever wished for. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[bradleybeachbabe]

Ok so there is a serious shortage of Tim Bradford stuff on tumblr and the gasp i gusped when i saw you were taking requests was very big.

So how about him being his usual hard and grumpy self and his pregnant wife coming to the station angry about something and him turning into a big softie. Like she’s almost scolding him about something and the others staring like ‚who is this man?‘. Obviously Angela knows what’s up but the rookie are like 🫨

Thanks so much!!💗

here you go anon <3 hope i did you justice on this! also i really enjoyed writing this!

warnings: pregnancy, not beta read

a/n: i haven’t posted in blurbs in forever, so please bare with me on this!

you have been angry at the slightest things lately, whether it being how hot it is outside, not being able to put on your shoes, not having your favorite ice cream in your freezer, etc. the list could go on, and yet it could be to the fact that you’re seven months and half pregnant, because ever since you entered your third trimester the slightest things have been making you angry. and now you’re even angrier than you have been throughout your third trimester, and it’s all because the air conditioning has decided to stop working in your house, so with that being said you have decided to head down to the station to tell tim, your husband, all about it.

when you arrived at the station, you were lucky enough that you didn’t have to wait in the front lobby of the station for tim to come out and talk to you. the officer who was working at the front desk knew who you were, so you were able to just go to the back where all of the officers’ desks are, to find tim.

when you entered the back, you were lucky enough to find tim sitting at his desk, talking to angela about whatever. when you were walking over to where his desk was, angela spotted you.

“looks like you got some company,” angela nodded her head toward your direction.

tim turned his head and saw you waddling towards him.

“i’m gonna give you two some privacy,” angela said as she left tim’s desk and walked over to where john, lucy, and jackson were standing.

“who’s that?” jackson quipped when angela approached.

“tim’s wife, y/n,” angela answered.

“tim has a wife?” lucy, john, and jackson all asked at the time.

“yeah, they have been married for about three years now. and of course, they are now expecting their first baby in a few months.”

“wow, i did not know that,” lucy said.

“yeah, tim tends to keep his work and personal life separate,” angela said.

“hmm…now i’m wondering why she showed up to talk to tim,” lucy said.

“honestly, whatever it is, it’s gonna look good on his end,” angela smirked as she took a sip of her coffee.

“what are you doing here?” tim asked with a confused tone when you approached his desk. “is everything okay? is the baby okay?” he added.

“no, everything is not okay. the bright side is, that the baby is okay.”

“well, what’s wrong then?” tim asked.

“what’s wrong is that the air conditioning has stopped working at the house, and now i’m super hot, sweaty, i'm upset, and especially angry because of that,” you explained.

tim just looked at you with soft eyes. he felt bad for you. he hated seeing you angry and upset. he knew how irritated you could get whenever you’re hot.

“i can try and fix it when i get home later today,” tim stated.

“what time will you be home?” you questioned him.

“maybe around five, it all just depends if i can get all this paperwork done before that time.”

“oh,” you frowned.

tim sighed, “you want me to leave work right now, so then i can fix the air conditioning? don’t you?”

“please.”

you already knew what tim’s answer was gonna be. he wasn’t gonna, ‘no’ or anything like that. plus, if he did, most likely he would end up sleeping on the couch for the night.

“okay, i’ll leave right now,” tim said. “let me go inform sergeant grey that i’m gonna leave early.”

tim got up from his seat at his desk to head to sergeant grey office. and when he did get up, he quickly kissed your temple, and quickly laid one of his hands on your bump, before he walked off.

while you were waiting for tim to get back from sergeant grey’s office, you saw out of the corner of your eye, angela and by the looks of it, three rookies standing with her. the three rookies had shocking looks on their faces while angela couldn’t help herself from smirking. you already knew why angela had that smirk on her face. she already knew that tim has a huge soft side, and that soft side is only reserved for you, and your baby who is gonna be born in a few months. on the other hand, the rookies didn’t know tim’s soft side at all, so of course all of them had shocking looks on their faces.

“sergeant grey is okay with me going home early today,” tim said as he approached you.

“did he ask why you’re going home early today?”

“yes,” tim nodded his head.

“did he think your reason for leaving early was kinda odd and crazy,” you asked.

“yeah,” tim nodded. “but luckily he isn’t giving me a hard time about this,” he added.

“well, that’s good then.”

tim turned off his computer and pushed his desk car in, and you two walked out hand in hand with each other.

“told ya,” angela said as she walked off. while lucy, john, and jackson were still standing there with shocking looks on their faces, trying to gather the pieces together that tim has a soft side.

blurb night!

[pastafossa]

Warning About A Plagiarizing Fic Author

*edit: FIC HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN OFF AO3! Her blog posts here on tumblr however remain up so I ask that this keep circulating. *Edit again: all accounts appear to have been taken down, and all blogs look down save for her @k-9bails account which she had the audacity to use to try to follow me again. I’ve got a reblog with all the relevant updates but I’m adding it here, too. Original post: Right. Time for the callout post, since the thief has refused to answer my messages or take down the fic. Before we start: do not send her hate mail. At most, I’m looking for firm requests that she take down her fic and, as you’ll see, all the blog posts where she’s stolen content from me. Mostly I’m just trying to apply firm pressure so she takes all the stolen work down, and so that people are aware of what she’s doing so she can’t do this to anyone else. So, let’s start. If you’re in the Daredevil fandom on tumblr and AO3 at all, you might have heard of my fic The Red Thread about a psychic reader/OC referred to as Jane Hind/The Hound, who can see, via third eye, psychic threads of connection between people, animals, and beloved objects. It’s this fic that’s been blatantly plagiarized by @k9bails (who’s blocked me at present, so here’s the link to her main blog which I managed to access before I was blocked). Her fic on AO3 is called Legend, under the username K9bails. She’s also got a side blog called @k-9bails​ which appears less active, and a wattpad profile here, so please, if you write, make sure your work hasn’t been stolen. She’s only got the first chapter as of today, but it’s already full of stolen material, and her blog is absolutely bursting at the seams with things she’s stolen from me. Fortunately, before she blocked me, I was able to get screenshots, both of the fic just in case she edited it later, and her blog (which I had to screenshot on PC, so apologies for messiness).  I’ve made a report to AO3 (please DO NOT report it on AO3, they prefer only one person do the reporting so that the volunteer team isn’t overwhelmed) and I am awaiting word back. But she’s also got my stuff all over her tumblr, and since she’s ignored my messages, it’s time to post it, since she’s active in the fandom and I don’t want her taking anyone else’s work.

Let’s start with the main bit from her fic. Left side is my first chapter, right side is her fic. If you’ve read TRT, you know that the concept of psychic threads seen through the third eye is incredibly important. They connect friends and acquaintances, family, pets, and even beloved childhood objects, with each type of connection denoted by a different color. She’s rotated some colors around, and taken some of the colors I introduce later like white, black, and purple, but this is very much my concept. Note she’s stolen a line almost directly word for word here: ‘Silver threads always struck Scout as the saddest,’ to compare to my, ‘That last always struck you as the saddest.’

In this case, she’s also taken the kaleidoscope effect line from a few chapters later:

I thought this was blatant, but it only got worse: she lifts two of my other original characters, and doesn’t even bother to change their fucking names. In this case, in her very first chapter, she’s lifted both Ciro, my OC’s Italian father figure (I’ve added a screenshot on the upper right from Ch17 of the first time his name is used), and Eli, an OC adopted by Ciro (also added to screenshot, bottom right). Eli doesn’t even appear until ch 36 so this stretches a long ways.

The rest of this I’m going to put behind a see more tag, cause we got a lot to go.

But we’re not done, believe it or not, considering there’s only a single chapter of hers so far - a single chapter containing a very similar opening line, and a bizarre lift of my frequent End Note message that leads to my tumblr??? That one puzzled me because there’s no real reason to steal that.

Yet another: she’s made use of the Hound theme, and made a barebones attempt to change the summary line enough to slide under the radar. If you’ve read TRT then you know, but if not: my OC’s code name is Hound, she’s frequently referred to as Hound or the Hound of Los Angeles, there are Hound metaphors galore, and Matt has taken to calling her his Hellhound, and those references are honestly so common it’d take hours to list them all. 

I also happened to notice, after all this, that she’d linked to her tumblr, much like I did. So I wandered over. And it only got worse from there. Her own ‘answers’ to asks mimic mine, including lifting answers from posts I made here on tumblr. I’m not going to keep having side by sides because the post will get crazy long but if anyone wants receipts on any of these, I’ll go find it on a case by case basis.

Here’s where she mentions her character using threads to track people down for Bad Figures who want to kill them, along with tracking down threads for information, aka a major plotline of my fic and literally my character’s stated profession. Screenshot:

Here’s where she describes more about how ‘her’ threads and abilities work (starred paragraph is an almost exact summary of how my character’s abilities work, including how she can send them images and feelings, down to how a red thread is needed to control a person, definitely her taking my major plotline involving body jumping via red threads). She also, SURPRISE! Steals my psychic animals that inhabit the threads, that I’ve hinted relate to the subconscious, and that usually have some traits from the character. Oh, and the part about how doing all that makes her sick, yet again lifted from my fic, where my character gets incredibly sick the more she pushes herself doing all this.

Here’s another section in which she lifted Ciro - my Ciro that adopted Jane Hind is a native Italian, founded the particular family-like group he’s a part of, and also basically adopted Eli - who was raised in the US.

This section is where she’s roughly stolen Jane Hind’s mental trauma and the cause: her childhood arc. I’ve discussed at length here on tumblr (going to work on finding those posts in my tumblr history and update here when I can) and in the fic itself all the things she’s missed, using exactly this sort of phrasing. In fact, our major arc we’re currently going through in the fic (chapters 130 or so)... hm, references frequently missed out Christmases, birthdays, and little things we take for granted. This is one reason I’m sure she’s reading the fic as it’s getting posted. On top of that, she decided she’d also lift how Jane had never seen a beach and fell in love with it the first time she did. It’s a small detail but it’s just yet another thing she’s acting like is hers, just like the details about how this is all new and her Nelson and Murdock friends have taken her in. 

Perhaps most bizarrely, her blog has even been reblogging posts friends have tagged me in that I’ve responded to. In this one, though, she gets a little too obvious - not only is she reblogging a post, maybe a few days after another friend tagged me in it and I reblogged it, but she also tried to tag her fic ‘the psychic thread’ as opposed to ‘the red thread’, which is my own series tag.

I have no idea why she’s done this. I have no idea why she was so blatant, why she thought she could get away with it. She also appears to have a few sock puppet accounts - for example, she makes a claim lifted straight from a half-joking post I made about my OC’s potential pokemon and then makes her own post using the same pokemon for her OC, and credits it to another account that seems to just exist to make her look more realistic. It was one of the more bizarre things stolen, since my post about it didn’t get much attention, but it proves she’s actively following me on tumblr quite closely, proven by a friend who snagged a few screenshots of her likes tab where she’d liked my posts.

She’s blocked me now, so I can’t see her main blog. I can’t ask her to take it down anymore, outside of the comment I’ve left on her fic and the report I made to AO3. But she knows, 100%, that she’s stolen my work, and just as frustrating, has gone on at length on her blog about how all your characters should be original, and truly yours, and how you should never imitate other authors. It’s a ballsy move considering how small the Daredevil fic circle is here on tumblr and AO3.

And look. I don’t want her to drown in hate mail. I really don’t. All I want is for her to take down the fic, and remove the posts in which she blatantly stole content from me. I’ve worked on TRT for years, I’ve poured hours and hours and almost a million words into this story, and the fact that this person is still reading it as they’re plagiarizing it is both incredibly insulting and incredibly hurtful. If you’re an author in the Daredevil fandom, I highly recommend blocking her. She’s mentioned a few very popular authors in the fandom in the blog posts, so I know she’s reading your work, too, and I don’t want yours stolen anymore than I do. If you see someone commenting about her fic, tell them its stolen. Warn your DD author friends. And if you’re going to say something to her, let it be a request to take down her fic and delete the blog posts that have plagiarized my content. That’s my end goal - not to burn her life down but to just pressure her to stop stealing something very, very dear to me, and hopefully learn not to do this in the future.

That’s all I want. *Edited 12/20: as of today, her fic on AO3 has been taken down! The scores of comments, or AO3′s plagiarism team, has done the job so this is a huge win, and I’m grateful to everyone that helped! Her tumblr posts on her k9bails account, however, are still up, and she has yet to respond, so let the pressure continue. I’m also hunting for her other accounts since it’s become clear the k9bails account and the @k-9bails​ account are both not her main blog. If anyone has any leads or knows who this person is, please send me a message! I want to find their main blog in case it’s following me so I can block it, and potentially apply pressure there to get her to take my work down on her k9bails account.

[tobiizuweek]

Prompts & Rules 2024

Hello, dear fellow fans of TobiIzu <3 The event goes into the third round! Here are now the prompts and rules for the event in 2024. If any questions occure, please don’t hesitate to contact me!

The event runs from 1 January to 7 January. You can submit your work on ao3 to the TobiIzuWeek2024 collection, if you like. The Hashtag for the event is #TobiIzuWeek2024

Art by @annekalabaza

Image desc and rules under the cut.

Both images show a black and white drawing of Tobirama and Izuna in a top down perspective. They look up to the viewer, Tobirama with his hands at his side and Izuna with his arms crossed. Tobiramawears his amour and happuri with the senju crest, Izuna the typical Uchiah clothing. The images also list the main prompt list and the alternative prompt list as followed:

The main prompt list

Day 1: time travel / kid acquisition Day 2: ronin and samurai / vampire and hunter Day 3: any AU / any swap (generation, body, role ect.) / Crossovers Day 4: social disasters / deaf!tobirama & blind!Izuna Day 5: accidential marriage / fake hate Day 6: feeling out of place / Edo Tensei Day 7: betrayal / clan tradition

Suggested AUs: Pacific Rim, Any Pixar Movie, Western AU, Teachers AU, Incest AU, Modern AU, Historical AU, Dragons AU

Alternative prompts

But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass.

The Two Towers (movie)

And death and I look each other in the eye, in the eye We dance a while, and then we kiss goodbye I'll get you closer to my hide away, lead you astray I'm like a ghost, and I'll arise behind you

Within Temptation - Cyanide Love

You should try not to talk so much, friend. You'll sound far less stupid that way.

Brandon Sanderson - The Final Empire

Rules

Mod is @elenyafinwe​

The event takes place from 1 January to 7 January.

You can participate in any form you like. Write Fanfics, draw something awesome, post headcanons, make edits. Whatever you like. Your work doesn’t have to be in English, I trust you to follow the rules ^^

Only new works please. If you have a yet unpublished WIP, that’s fine tho!  

Any work generated by any form of AI (ChatGBT, AI "art" and the like) is strikly forbidden.

Post your work wherever you want, but if you want it to be featured here, please make a Tumblr post with the work and/or the link to your work, tag this blog and use the hashtag for the event #TobiIzuWeek2024.

You can, of course, use the hashtag on other social media, too, but keep in mind, that I’m only on Bluesky/Mastodon and will only check it there as well (and retweet it with my priv acc, you can tag me there as @/Elenyafinwe.bsky.social / Elenyafinwe@queer.group).

In the post put in all the necessary tags that apply to your work and add warnings accordingly. Please also add the prompt you choose.

NSFW is allowed (just don’t post it fully on Tumblr), as well as any Dead Dove. Just tag it properly. Generally speaking: Any content is allowed that’s also allowed on ao3. It simply has to be tagged. However, any form of harrasment of other content creators over their content for the event is not allowed and will be banned from the event.

The main focus of your work has to be on Izuna and Tobirama. Other pairings are of course allowed.

You can do all prompts, some prompts or no prompts at all … or even more than one prompt per day, if you can manage that. If you don’t like the main prompt list, you can use the alternative prompts and/or mix both lists together. Whatever you like.

You can interpret the prompts as freely as you wish.

The main event takes place in the above mentioned week. But let’s be honest: If you find this blog after this and want to add something to the party feel free to do so! Late submissions will be accepted any time after the official end. However, I will not check the Hashtag forever, so better tag this blog.

No pressure, just have fun.

@faneventshub @fandomweeks @narutoandborutoevents @narutoevents

[steddieas-shegoes]

the freak and the hair and lex

it's time for the weekly fic rec, where i give the top 3 (to me) fics by some of my favorite authors. please always check out their masterlists/works because these authors may have stuff you love even more than what i put here! as always, check tags before reading and leave kudos and comments and reblog whenever possible to support writers!

this week is @thefreakandthehair and let me tell ya, this was one of the hardest weeks to narrow it down to my top 3. i have gone back and forth on lex's works for three days trying to narrow it down (and also realized at some point i missed a few posts so i'm about to do a binge read oops). lex is so talented and does so many things for the fandom, so everyone go celebrate her gifts to us!

lex's tumblr | lex's ao3

rounding third, sliding home Rated E | wip/big bang fic The much anticipated big bang fic is in progress and it's SO GOOD. I don't even like baseball, but Lex is proof that I can and will like any situation these boys are in. Massage therapist Eddie!!! Hello!!! I don't have to go into detail to let you know how that's going. Favorite part: Honestly, since it's a wip, I don't wanna give one yet. But I will say that the overall premise of a massage therapist being able to do what trainers and doctors couldn't makes something really happy in my brain.

ice is made to melt (so is my heart) Rated M | 1,507 words It's hockey. I sniff out hockey fics like a hunting dog. I mean it's literally just hockey fan Eddie and I'm eating it up like I've been starving for years. Favorite part because these are possibly word for word things I have screamed at my television at the Bruins whomst I love with my entire heart but would beat with a hockey stick if given the chance: "Are your blades dipped in fucking butter?” “The puck goes in the net!” "You can't shoot for shit, just like you can't grow a decent mustache, huh?" “Your job is to use your big ass body to stop the teensy tiny puck from getting around you and that’s a Hell of a lot easier if you stay in the fucking crease!” 

Livin' On A Prayer  Rated E | 17,915 words It's the classic idiots in love but don't realize it even though they basically have been boyfriends the entire time trope and I cannot get enough. It's like a slow-fast burn in the sense that they're dumb, but this is still short enough to binge in one relatively quick go. Favorite part which is kinda a spoiler so: “And I know myself well enough to know that I would die before letting anything happen to you, especially after nearly losing you once already, so I felt like being here was safest. And I— I don’t mean the same way that I love the kids or Robin or really anyone else. I’d die for them too but that’s— that’s not my point. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that I know this is one sided or whatever but I just, I’ve been wanting to tell you just to get it out of me because carrying this around alone for months and months has been wrecking me… I think I’m in love with you.”

[biboomerangboi]

So you want to your local tumblr Creator?

Okay with all the AI art things coming out and also some new users I thought I’d show you all good ways to support creators on this platform.

First you’re going to want to go into your settings click into visibility and manually turn off the third party sharing feature.

Yes even if you aren’t an artist or don’t post anything at all. The more users that turn this on the more Tumblr can see we don’t want AI here.

This is literally the bare minimum of what you can do and if that’s all you want to do that’s fine.

However if you want to support creators more you need to understand that likes don’t do anything on this platform. With a lot of new users I’m seeing more and more ratios like this:

Which is fine all notes are good notes we all appreciate your like on our art but this is the reblogging site. There’s no algorithm! Likes don’t boost our art that much, other than maybe bringing us to the top of the tag. What helps is reblogging. This site is built for that and it is quick and easy.

Literally all you have to do is hit the reblog button beside the like button and hit post. You don’t need tags or anything on your own blog. It really is quick and simple. Literally it only takes one second more than liking alone.

Now you might be saying Zee I want to reblog but I don’t want to spam my blog, I’m only on tumblr at 20 minute intervals I don’t want to to clog up other peoples dashes with my reblogs and that’s fine I got you.

Let me tell you about the queue function. Tumblr has a built in awesome system called the queue.

It’s really quick and easy to use all you have to do is hit the reblog button, hit the three dots to the side, hit queue and boom your reblog is now added to your queue.

Now what does the queue actually do? Basically it allows for your reblogs to go out at random times throughout the day without you doing anything. For example mine posts 10 times a day during the whole 24hr period. This is because as you can see I have a lot of art in my queue, you don’t need to have that much but you can. The queue is literally limitless.

To modify your queue can also hit that cog button and modify it to suit your every whim. And boom there you go a quick and easy way to help creators from your mobile without any hassle.

You can even shuffle your queue so on days when discover a new interest and go through the entire tag liking and reblogging things you can mix it around with the stuff you regularly reblog to not overwhelm your followers with your new special interest! It's great!

Now if you want to push this one step further, maybe you like having tags on your posts to keep your blog organised, but you don’t want the hassle of typing out all those tags in 20 mins. Then don’t worry, I got you.

You see I kinda lied, the like button does have a function. It’s great as working as a bookmark. So if your in public and you want to show love for something then go on ahead and like that thing. Then when you get home you’re going to want to pull out your laptop and boot up tumblr and xkit. Which you can get here!

Once you have xkit up your going to want to go to quick tags and set up your tag buddles. These tags are then autosaved and easy edited making reblogging and adding to your queue incredibly easy. You can even add in your own rambly tags and keep the bundle.

Honestly you don't even need to do it everyday, sure it saves some time but I usually try to update my queue once every two weeks or so (I forgot for like a month this time thats why my queue is so big, I had to go very far back, Don't be a me. It's stressful.) By using your likes as a bookmark you keep all the art and then can backdate everything you've liked in past few weeks, but honestly you don't need to do this. I do because I can be very Type A about running a blog but no one is going to hate you for spam reblogging or for reblogging without tags but please think about reblogging stuff to give a creator a much needed boost of serotonin. Remember that most creators are here for free and just want to share the thing they love with other people so keep the cycle alive and reblog stuff.

[summercourtship]

stay to burn (only to drown instead): chapter two: hard times in the city [part II]

masterpost | ao3 link

jonathan crane x reader; bruce wayne x reader; edward nashton x reader | warnings: canon typical violence, sexual themes | word count: 4111 words

DISCLAIMER: these chapters are not meant to be read alone. not every chapter has content for one of the three pairings listed. this is an ongoing fanfiction that I am cross-posting here on tumblr, not a series of one-shots.

chapter one | previous part

Though Dr. Crane held office hours every Tuesday and Thursday, you only attended his Thursday hours to assist him or anyone who needed help with the class. But you hoped that no one would come in, for a few reasons.

One, it had only been a week and the first assignment wasn’t graded yet. There was nothing to need help with, not yet. If someone came in needing help, you were certain it would be more tedious than anything.

Two, you wanted to be alone with the man, even if you embarrassed yourself in some way almost every single time you are. He was like a drug, something you shouldn’t crave but by god you did. And he hadn’t even touched you.

And the third probably most influential reason was that you were exhausted. You were taking five classes in addition to your assistant position while trying to maintain at least a 20 hour work week. All you wanted was just to finish up the work you were doing right now (homework for an unrelated class) and go home.

And then you groaned as you remember that you don’t just get to go home later, that you had to work a six hour shift at the Stupid Corner Store.

Dr. Crane looked up at you, a question clearly poised on his lips. (His stupid lips.)

(Please erase the next thought from your brain.)

(His stupid, kissable lips that you desperately wanted somewhere, anywhere on your body-)

“I have work tonight.” Just saying it out loud was annoying. But you didn’t even bother entertaining the idea of calling out, knowing how horribly they reacted when you actually had genuine reasons for being out. Besides, you wouldn’t do that to the poor guy you were letting off since they’d probably make him cover your shift if you didn’t go in. And you don’t need that on your conscience.

“The convenience store, correct?” He flipped another paper, sighing and crossing something out.

“Yup.” You popped the end of the word, not much else to say about the hole you worked in.

“What time will you be off?”

“I get off-” Hm, don’t say that. “I’m done with my shift at eleven.” Because your boss forgot to care about you being mugged the last time you worked a late shift. Or just forgot that it happened at all.

“Walking home?” He flipped another page.

“Yup.”

“I’ll give you a ride home.” He wasn’t asking if he could, and he said it so casually like he was a friend from work, not your professor.

“What?” Your head snaps up to his but he’s not even looking at you. “You don’t need to do that- I’m sure it’s really out of your way and it’s late-”

Now he was looking at you. The slightly irked expression was on his face again, the same one he had in the cafe when you’d pushed back against him helping you out with your career.

“Let me take you home.” His voice was soft but firm. Insistent.

And when he says it like that, what can you do but agree?

You left office hours ninety minutes later, shrugging on your raincoat before stepping into the torrential downpour, immediately turning in the opposite direction from your house.

You really hated your job.

Sometimes, you could tolerate it or even convince yourself that it wasn’t that bad. But when you’d had a full day of classes, office hours, and whatever-the-hell you had going on with Dr. Crane, you just wanted to go back to your apartment and collapse on your bed, fast asleep before you even hit the duvet.

But you trudged through the rain, sighing in defeat when the flickering neon sign proclaiming the store as OPEN came into view. The store wasn’t even warm when you got inside, the space heater still behind the counter. The heat had been broken since last year and that was their solution. Your co-worker, Robby, slumped down when he saw you entered, relief evident in his body. He just started working at the shop a few weeks ago and you estimated that he’ll last about two more before either quitting or being fired for something stupid.

How you managed to escape either of those fates is beyond you.

You waved at him as you passed the register, headed back to drop your stuff off.

You threw your bag on a chair in the breakroom, which was a glorified closet, and grabbed your badge, clocking in at the ancient computer on a rickety desk.

And then began another boring evening shift. If it was sunny out, you could watch the sunset through the windows of a nearby skyscraper for some entertainment. But it was raining and the streetlamps were already on, illuminating the street in their orange glow.

At least you had the heater on you now, burning your legs while your hands still trembled with cold.

The hours slowly crept past you, the yacht rock playing on the loudspeaker giving you a headache. You were so tired of Sweet Caroline and it somehow came on every ten songs. The only thing getting you through the night was the thought of your downright heavenly full sized bed at home.

Finally, your replacement swept into the store, his dark frame glasses foggy from the rain. You, like Robby before you, slumped in relief against the counter, immediately going to grab your stuff so you could leave.

All you had to do now was walk home, which was still nerve wracking. Probably more now that you had actually been mugged only a few months ago.

You stepped into the rainy evening, your book bag on your shoulder, about to start your trek back home when someone called your name, the voice slicing through the constant patter of raindrops like a knife. You whipped your head to the direction of the sound, balking when you saw who was waiting for you.

Dr. Crane was leaning out of the driver’s window of a sleek black car, and you realized that you had completely forgotten about his offer.

“Come on, get out of the rain.”

A moment passed where you simply stared at him before you snapped back into your body. And realized that you were getting drenching just standing there and there was a much better option right in front of you.

You hurried over to the passenger seat, flattening yourself against the car as vehicles zoomed by on the road, waiting for an opening to slip into the car without risking the door or yourself being dragged down the road by a passing vehicle. Surely he could have parked with the passenger side to the sidewalk, right? But it was an odd parking set-up on this road, so you didn’t blame him for choosing the one closest to the shop.

Heart racing, you finally managed to hop into the car, wincing as water droplets fly off your coat and into the interior.

“Sorry-”

“No worries. It’s Gotham, you can’t really avoid the rain.”

“That’s true.” You smiled, adjusting your bag on your lap, almost hugging it to you to calm your nerves about being in Dr. Crane’s (very nice smelling) car. (It was so warm, leather seats comfortable against your body, rock music playing softly in the background- not yacht rock either, but a droning, almost soothing wall of sound. You could fall asleep here, you could live in this warmth.)

“There's a coffee for you, if you want it.” He nodded down to the drink holder where, sure enough, there was a cardboard cup with a slow trickle of steam escaping from the hole in the lid. Your stomach flipped at the sight, the thought of him getting coffee specifically for you sending flutters across your entire body. The cold from the rain had already settled into your bones so you don’t think twice about the caffeine as you pick it up. You had homework to do, anyway, it would help.

You took a sip of the coffee, sighing as your insides are warmed by the stream of somewhat sweet liquid. It’s not your typical order but you’ll take free coffee anyday.

“Thank you for the coffee and, again, for picking me up, you really didn’t have to-”

“These streets aren’t safe for anyone at this time of night. I would hate to lose a good TA because of some lowlife.”

His clinical, detached way of explaining his reasoning stung. Like he didn’t actually care about picking you up so you’d be safe but instead making sure you were still an efficient and non-injured worker after your late shift.

But then again, he also confirmed that only a week into the class he already considered you a “good TA.”

You win some, you lose some.

“Well. Thank you.” Was your voice a bit tense now? You took another sip of your coffee, using it as a visual reassurance that he cared about you in some capacity, right? He wouldn’t have bought it for you if he didn’t give a shit about you on a personal level.

The car fell into a silence and you couldn’t decide whether or not it was awkward. On one hand, you’d clearly discovered during office hours that Dr. Crane doesn’t talk much in these situations, the personal ones. If there was nothing professional to discuss, he was quiet. On the other hand, you had just tragically failed to begin a conversation (which he had tragically murdered, so maybe you were both at fault here).

He didn’t ask you how your shift was (normal and mind-numbingly boring) or if you’d seen any good movies lately (nope). In the few one-on-one conversations you’d had with him, he hardly asked anything about you. Sure, he wanted to know about your plans for the future but that’s not the same as wanting to know your favorite band or what you did when you were alone with nothing else to do.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what to say. Traffic was, like always at this time of night, bad. The constant stopping and starting of the car would normally make you car sick but Dr. Crane had a way of driving that smoothed these transitions out, making the entire ride feel like one continuous motion, a hazy dream.

You decided, then, to rest your head back and not worry about making conversation. If he didn’t want to speak, you wouldn’t feel the need to fill his silence. Even if your nerves were fluttering around in your stomach like restless bats, which you decided to blame on the caffeine in the coffee.

You only realized once he pulled up in front of your apartment, putting the car into neutral, that there was one important question he hadn’t asked you, and it was perhaps why your stomach had been twisting in anxiety with each turn. You stared up at your building through the passenger window, before slowly turning to Dr. Crane, trying desperately to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Trying desperately to ignore the fear spiking as you were faced with the reality of needing to ask: “How did you know where my building was?”

A question that he only gives a miniscule shake of his head to, looking at you like you’re being silly (or worse, stupid).

“You told me when I offered to pick you up.”

You’re certain that you didn’t. You didn’t even remember his offer until he showed up at your workplace. It was that unremarkable to you- so you would have remembered giving your address to him, your mind would have come up with scenarios where him holding that knowledge would come in handy. He could have easily said that he saw it on one of the forms you had to fill out or in your student information that you knew he looked at before. But he didn’t say any of that, instead choosing to tell you that you told him. When you hadn’t.

You let the silence linger for a moment, letting the music fill in the empty space.

“...Right.” You didn’t bother hiding the fact that you didn’t believe it, furrowing your brow and narrowing your eyes. He showed no sign of being fazed by your obvious disbelief and discomfort, only that little quirk of his head he does when looking at you sometimes.

Like he was examining a specimen at a museum, one that had surpassed his initial expectation.

You weren’t sure how you felt about being subjected to his scrutiny like this, like you were a test subject.

Finally, he broke eye contact, your impromptu staring competition over as he looked out of the windshield at your building.

“There’s a sponsorship gala being held next month for the university. I would like it if you would join me as my plus one.” If you could get whiplash from a conversation, this sudden turn in topic would do it for you. It’s not like your clunky changes when you’re on the phone with your mother, which are fueled purely by your desire to not talk about uncomfortable subjects.

You blinked at him, certain you had somehow hallucinated this change, that you had blacked out for a moment and missed the smooth transition from your questions to this.

When he didn’t clarify, you figured you had heard him correctly and he was just deciding to ignore your discomfort.

“...Why?” You were not the type to be invited to galas, let alone attend them.

“You’re my TA. We’re a team, right?”

A team.

“I guess.”

“I would enjoy your being there.”

And despite your discomfort about him knowing where you lived and being unwilling to give you the reason for why he knew it, your heart skipped a beat, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“I’ll think about it.” It was best with Dr. Crane, you decided then, not to make any immediate decisions. He had a way, though, of siphoning them out of you like blood, convincing you to bend to his whim before you even realized it.

So you did the next best thing and left.

You opened the door, beginning your exit from the car, reaching down to grab your bag. Before you could, a pale hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, not tightly but steady, with calming pressure against your pulse. You barely stifle your gasp, your skin electrified from where he’s touching you, your veins live wires.

“Be safe.” You looked up from where you’d been staring at the connection between your wrist and his palm, right into his eyes.

“O-of course.” You pulled yourself free of his hold, mind clearing the moment he let you go. For some reason you can’t place, tiny tendrils of anxiety are swirling in your stomach- perhaps lingering discomfort from before that was only temporarily alleviated by his touch.

You stepped out of the warm car, effectively cutting the conversation short, grimacing at the icy cold rain as it began hitting your skin again. You could feel his eyes on you as you walked up to your building’s door, but you held back on looking at him until you opened it and were sure you’re at a safe enough distance to avoid being sucked back into his magnetic field.

You waved goodbye at the dark car, at the man watching you.

He didn’t wave back.

But still, you looked after him as he left, watching as his car joined the multitude of others and you finally lost sight of him.

You thought a lot about his hand over the next day, distracted in your actual classes the next day. You could still feel his touch on your wrist, the way the pad of his thumb pressed right against the pressure point that calmed your anxiety. It’s only when the professor of your historiography class dismissed you that you look at your notes and just see a rough sketch of a hand, no notes on any of the things you’d discussed in class (which, when you thought about it, you weren’t even sure you comprehended you were so distracted).

“What a cliche.” You muttered as you snapped the notebook shut, shoving it back in your bag. You could survive not paying attention in a few classes because there was no way you were turning your brain on for your second and last class, not when you’d apparently already spent half of the day doodling hearts.

At least you weren’t writing his name and yours together. (Yet).

****

You could not believe that some people made it all the way to their senior year of college and still didn’t know the difference between to, too, and two. You crossed out yet another too where the student obviously meant to, sighing. It’s just another red mark on the essay you’re currently looking over that is already covered in red marks, corrections on par with Dr. Crane’s usual method of grading.

Part of you thinks that the assignment was also acting as sort of a test for you- for Dr. Crane to see how well you could maintain his level of standards, how efficiently you could grade. You were certain that if he wasn’t absolutely confident in your abilities after this, he would create a thorough guide for you to reference when grading. And you didn’t want him to feel the need to do that, not for you.

It’s why you were wasting your Saturday night- one of the few nights this week you aren’t working a shift at the Stupid Corner Store- cross legged on the couch with your headphones over your ears, surrounded by papers.

You looked up when the TV screen- that you hadn’t turned off, for whatever reason, instead opting to just pause whatever show you were watching though you had no intention of continuing it that night- finally fell asleep. And then you practically jumped out of your skin when you noticed a figure behind you in TV’s reflection, only minimally relaxing out of flight mode when you realized who it was.

The Batman was on your balcony, again.

He didn’t knock, or move, or do anything to indicate he wanted to come inside and yet you knew that he wouldn’t be there if he didn’t need something. Like a lightning bolt had hit you, you spring into action, jumping up while pulling your headphones down to your neck and leaping over the scattered papers to get to the door.

You practically threw the door aside in your hurry to get to him. As much as you would like to begin your second meeting with a cute quip, something stupid and flirtatious like “Ah, I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away from me,” you know he isn’t here for pleasure. Maybe you did something wrong that you didn’t know about, but you’re certain he’s here for help, whatever that may be.

You examined him, trying to find whatever’s wrong. His eyes are unfocused, his breath heavy, but you see no injuries- at least not physically or externally. He stared past you into your living room but he clearly isn’t seeing anything that’s actually there, his eyes moving around the space rapidly.

You quickly stepped aside from the opening in the door, sharply gesturing for him to enter with one hand.

“Get in.”

He complied, though his steps aren’t as sure footed as you would expect from him. Your gaze followed as he entered your space, watching him apprehensively. You only slid the door closed once you’re certain he wouldn’t immediately collapse into a pile of armor and muscle.

“What do you need?” You’re already moving to the bathroom, your apartment small enough that you were able to keep an eye on him even in the small room. You grabbed your First Aid kit from under the sink, not sure what you’ll need from it. It wasn’t very well stocked but it had enough to patch up a wound until he could get actual medical help.

“You… were close.” He said in greeting, his voice strained. He was leaning against the counter, his teeth clenched and eyes closed. You gently placed a hand on his forearm. His eyes spring open, pupils dilated but quickly focusing on you.

His eyes were blue, a stormy color like dusk in Gotham.

You guided him to your table, recalling the offhanded thought you’d had all those months ago when he’d saved you about him sitting in one of your mismatched chairs. But with him obviously in pain or distress or whatever the hell was happening to him, it wasn’t the amusing image you had thought it would be.

“What happened to you?”

He grunted in response, stumbling slightly as he obeyed your guidance and sat down. “Gas.”

Your mind raced with every scenario he could mean. A gas leak? Chemical warfare? …Indigestion?

“Do I need to call someone?” You squatted by his side, placing the first-aid kit on the floor and popping it open. You really needed to restock some of the items- being mugged and attacked had severely depleted your supplies. But doing this was better than just sitting there, wringing your hands and doing nothing. “The GCPD, hospital-”

“No-” He coughed, but already he’s seeming less inebriated and lost, his eyes returning to their usual intensity, no longer clouded with something else. “I’ve dealt with it once before. Just need time for it to get out of my system.”

“When you say gas-“

“Weaponized.” He doesn’t elaborate. And for your own mental health’s sake, you’re okay with him keeping it to himself. No use worrying about the new villain in town until you had to.

“Right.“

You lamely shut the first aid box. It was silly to think that you would be patching him up. Of course, he just needed a quick place he knew was safe to hide until he could get back out there. He probably had an entire team of nurses ready to patch him up back at his headquarters or wherever it was he went when he was done saving the city.

You crossed from the table back to your couch, sighing as you sunk back into the cushions. Now that you’d been distracted from it, you really didn’t want to get back into grading.

You turned your head back to the vigilante in your kitchen, only to see him already watching you.

“I was busy when you came in.” You explained, though you’re not sure why. He didn’t respond verbally, only standing and approaching you slowly. He stopped just before he got to the mess of your living-room-office-area, staring at the scattered papers and psychology books that you had moved from your bedroom to the side table.

“What is this?”

“Grading. I’m a TA.” You shrugged.

He tilted his head and you realized he’s reading the (heavily annotated, covered in notes and reminders) syllabus you almost always have splayed on the couch when it’s not in your bag. His jaw worked back and forth before he looked back at you. His pupils were normal, his eyes completely free from the fog that was over them before.

“Are you better now?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Okay. Good.”

You drummed your fingers against your thigh.

“Do you want anything to eat-”

But he’s already turned, moving around your couch to the balcony door.

“Alright.” You whispered to yourself, annoyed that he was once again leaving without even saying a word of greeting or goodbye.

Before he exited the apartment, the Batman stopped by the cork board hanging on the wall. He paused, examining the fliers and other scraps of paper you’d put on there. It wasn’t special, just a place to put things to keep them kind of in your brain (though you often forgot about the corkboard, to be honest, some of the things were so old.)

But before you can ask him what he’s staring at, he turned to look back at you one more time, not saying anything, before leaving back out of your fire escape. You watch out of your window, but with the shadows it’s hard to tell where he’s going.

When you’re certain he’s left for good, you go back to the board, trying to figure out what he had been staring at.

And then you see it.

Barely sticking out from behind a flier for the Sponsorship Gala is your ticket from the Bella Real campaign party at Gotham Square Garden.

And you wonder, for a brief moment before shaking it off as wishful thinking, if he had remembered you from that night.

chapter three, pt I

[pungentdarling]

The Pungent Darling

Hello world!! The Pungent Darling is run by Michelle. Trying to fight imposter syndrome one post at a time. If it were up to me I’d only be going by Pungent Darling, but my mom insisted on me keeping my name in here somewhere. This was after I lectured her on why someone would choose to write with a pen name. I told her mine was for the anxiety of putting myself out into the world. This is terrifying!! But still she persisted. So, here we are, welcome to the blog where thoughts, opinions, creativity, reviews and rants will be held. Light a candle, grab some snacks and don’t forget a drink, this is going to be a post about my background to make me feel legit on why I deserve to start a blog.

If you know me, you know how much I constantly talk about “when I start my fashion / music blog,” or “when I interview [any celebrity] I’m going to ask them…” One of my brothers once told me “I’ll let you interview me when you’ve got the story” haha, harsh!! What can I say, I’m a dreamer with my head in the clouds. While I was up in the clouds letting my mind wander I started to remember all the things I did before I shut off my creativity. I stopped having goals for myself and ended up in the ether untied to anything. I’m starting to ground myself again and walk the talk.   

I used to have a tumblr blog of pictures I would take of bands at their concerts, some with a photo pass, some from the crowd. It was a blast!! But I forgot the login, so that is a chapter of my life I won’t be able to edit. The feeling of adrenaline while photographing a band between the stage and barricades is wild. The screaming fans behind you while you’re photographing each band member feels like they’re cheering you on. I always wondered if the musicians could see me smiling (I tried to photograph my favorite bands at that time so this was a big wonder and wishful thinking.) I'd also be singing their songs as my face was shield by my camera (always wanting to stay out of the way and observe.) Shout out to my plethora of Canons, thank you for getting me into places!! This was a very fun and cool part of my life, I wish I would’ve stuck it out, but imposter syndrome and lack of passion will make you stop doing anything. It sucks when it was the only thing you’ve built your personality around.  

DiD sHe Go To CoLlEgE?! YUP!! I graduated with a bachelor's degree in arts, majoring in Broadcasting and Journalism minoring in Apparel and Textile Merchandising. I shit you not, those exact lengthy ass words are on my degree!! This school is not worth mentioning and I’m still mad at myself for going there. Words of advice don’t go to a college just because it’s the cheapest state school and the school colors were your favorite complimentary color combo. I’ve always had a love / hate relationship when it comes to this section of my life. Through all the pain, came things I’ve learned that will stick with me for life, the good and the bad. 

My vision for this page is to share experiences and things that I think are cool. Basically all the things I love and want to share; traveling and checking out new local places, sometimes a quick day trip! Two hours one way isn’t that far if it seems worth it, in my humble opinion. I want to share what I’m reading and cooking; concert reviews; travel logs; grief; fashion things; music interest and food places. I’m not going to limit / force myself on the length of the post like I would in the past, maybe that is why my previous writing / blogging endeavors never worked out. Third times the charm!!

Please enjoy this picture of me in a very weird time of my life, but looking at it now it’s one of my favorite pictures of myself. It embodies the chaos that is The Pungent Darling. I can’t wait to see where this blog goes, all I want is to keep evolving and sticking to my boundaries. 

Xoxo,

The Pungent Darling 

[bibbykins]

-Hi, hello my love 💕 I hope you and the misses are having a great weekend☺️💕 I was wonderinggggg (I’m not sure if you’ve posted this before, if you have, my bad🥲) if you’d be able to make a list of series recommendations to read? ☺️ I’m curious as to what YOU find interesting and attention worthy! Aaaaaand I’m running out of things to read while we wait for your next addition 🥲😂

Hello my dear!! And the weekend is going well!! My gf had a stressful week at work but it all turned out okay and I've been finding writing a little easier as we go!

Also thank you for asking! I think I did post something a loooong time ago and I literally cannot find it anywhere nor do I remember what I put on there, so I'd be happy to make another!

I will preface this by saying I am going to miss a ton of writers, bc I'm doing this one real quick and I'm quite dumb lmaoo I hope to make a whole fic rec blog but I keep getting busy :( so this list is not all-inclusive but just what comes to mind and I encourage y'all to recommend me stuff too!!

The bulk of this list is just going to be authors whose masterlist I plow through regularly but if I have a specific series of theirs I like the most I will try to link it! (Also sorry to anyone Tumblr doesn't let me tag correctly!)

I'm also lucky enough to have a lot of people on this list as mutuals which I'm super thankful for!! I appreciate all of you (mutuals or not) so much for sharing your talents in the form of beautiful works!

@rapline-heaux comes to mind first, pls read their stuff OMG!! The College Au and Possess Your Heart is beautiful and she's also super great in general!

@purpleyoonn is someone I just started reading from and Petrichor is nothing short of life-changing!! I'm making my way through her masterlist rn and ugh I LOVE IT

@bebejungkook is also someone I just started reading from and the talent!!

@jjungkookislife is someone I rediscovered and they are unbelievably talented also their new series Envolver has me by the throat lmao

@minniepetals my OT7 queen!! Not only is she super sweet she's super great at making you fall in love with all the characters she writes!! I cannot pick a fav series it's like picking a fav child lmao

@btsydtrash is another talented writer that I cannot pick a fav series for because OH MY GOD she is so talented I love her whole masterlist

@chummywchimmy I have reread both parts of Toska several times it is foul how much I love it!

@jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue you all already know how much I love Blue, it is and will continue to be soulmate behavior the way all of their fics have me in a chokehold! I just finished their Office hybrid au and am salivating for the third part but their whole masterlist has me on my KNEES

@scribblemetae is settling back and I'm really happy to see someone so talented taking the break they need and writing on their terms! Everything they write is gold so please show your support!!

@lonelyhobi is another extremely sweet and talented writer who I seriously admire!!

@bangtans-apollo Literally don't talk to me until you've read the Fanclub series like ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am kept continuously fed and am forever grateful!! Everything they write is amazing like ughhhhh

@worldwidemochiguy I have no words other than the one begging you to read their fics pls do thx bye

@ninetailedfoxmanchi am in love with everything they post!! I'm running out of words but pls believe it's all amazing!

I'm getting tired so I'm going to end it here but I know in my bones I am missing a ton of talented people so hopefully I'll get the energy to add to this but in the meantime, enjoy!

P.S. I'm sorry to my mutuals I'm so bad at interacting with my mutuals I'm extremely awkward and terrified of bothering people but just know ily!! I'm just too chicken to slide into your dms :') mentally I'm there though I promise lmao

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊’𝒔 𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔

🍑peaches world (and the men that just exist in it) masterlist🍑

summary - we continue to see what happens, lloyd and his brother tangerine set off to rescue the princess (you), while ari treats you to something special.

warning - swearing, smut, oral sex, dubcon, word slut and whore used, cheating.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine, header created by me.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Word got around that the Princess had been kidnapped, Lloyd and Tangerine weren’t happy, immediately setting off to rescue you. They had journeyed through the islands, desperately trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

“Ugh! This is fucking impossible! That stupid fucking turtle!” Lloyd kicks a Goomba, sending it flying. 

“Calm down, we will get her!” Tangerine punches his way through until they make the grave mistake of being touched, sending them back to the beginning again.

Back in the castle, you stare in disbelief as Bowser tears your clothes from your body. “My clothes! Why did you do that?!” Your hands fly in front of you as you try to hide yourself away. 

Ari laughs, staring down at your naked form with lust-filled eyes. “Don’t be so innocent, Princess. I didn’t kidnap you just because you are the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom.” He leans closer, causing you to pulse between your legs. “I know from a good source how slutty you are.” Ari runs his fingers up your body, between your breasts and cupping your neck softly. “You have fucked half of the Kingdom, including your partner’s brother and I’m not going to miss out.” Your eyes fall to his lips, watching as his tongue flicks out, licking them. 

‘Damn it… How did he learn about that? Not even Lloyd knows!’ You think, feeling ashamed as you imagine how Ari would feel inside you. 

He grips your chin, “So don’t play me a fool, little Princess. You should know the drill by now.” Your eyes widen when he whips out his cock, it’s so monstrous, large, and ridged, his mushroom tip red and angry. You could practically see it throbbing. “And we have plenty of time, Princess.” He forces your eyes up, leaning in closer as he whispers. “And if you refuse, I will bomb your kingdom and turn it into ashes!” He smirks. Ari pulls you closer, pressing his throbbing member against you. “So, you don’t have a choice! Seeing that your beloved Lloyd and his brother are useless because at this rate they won’t be here until next year.” He leans closer to your ear and whispers. “I recommend you don’t resist. Save your kingdom, little Princess.”

You whimper, hands covering your privates as he’s so close. ‘Damn it when I find out who told him I fucked half of the kingdom. I’ll cut their balls off.’ You sigh, looking up at him through your lashes, feeling slick gathering between your thighs as you feel his cock twitch against you. “Fine…”

Ari’s hands move to your shoulder’s, pushing you down onto your knees. “Fantastic, let’s not waste anytime, little Princess. C’mon, on your knees like the good little slut you are.” 

“You don’t have to be so rude! I already said I’d do it!” You whine, eyes widening as it looks bigger up close. 

“Mmhm, start sucking on my shaft, little Princess. You don’t want word to get around that you refused cock, do you?”

You put your hands on his thighs, looking up at him with furrowed brows as you speak. “Before I do anything, you must promise me you will not harm the Mushroom Kingdom and that whatever we do or whatever happens in this room will stay in this room! Deal?!”

Ari chuckles, shaking his head. “Deal. Now suck.” Your mouth opens, drool already seeping from the sides as his large member begins to push inside. “That’s it, little Princess… Open… Say ahhh…” His head falls back, eyes rolling as you begin to suck on his cock. 

‘I can’t believe I am over here selling myself to save my kingdom while that fat arse and his brother are taking it easy. You better run Lloyd!’ You think, sucking harder, your eyes cross. ‘I can’t lie though, he tastes amazing… My pussy is throbbing so much, I just want him to use me.’ 

Your eyes slip closed, whines slipping out. ‘It’s too big! I can’t fit it in my mouth! Slow down you big brute!’ You continue to suck on his tip, swirling your tongue around. 

“Come on, little Princess! Show me how good you suck cock!” His hands tangle in your hair, thrusting into your mouth, inching his cock deeper. “That’s it! Ahhh… Fuck, yes!” Ari moans, thrusting harder, holding your head. “Come on, c’mon!! More! More! Deeper!” He growls, your slurps filling the room as his cock continues to fill your mouth, causing your drool to rapidly seep out. “Take it all in! Go on, you little slut!” 

‘Brute! So rude! It’s huge! I can’t! You are gonna choke me!’ You whine in your head, feeling your cunt drip as he forces his member deeper down your throat, stretching your mouth so wide. No other man or creature was ever this big. 

“I’m gonna cum, little Princess! I’m going to cum so deep into your throat, you better swallow it like the good little slut you are! Fuck yes!” Ari’s balls tighten, your eyes cross as he thrusts deeper. “All the way in! Ahh fuck! Yesss, take my cum, little Princess!” Thick ropes spurt out of his mushroom tip, shooting into your mouth, coating everywhere. You begin to see stars, moans slipping from your lips as his cum continues to leak from his cock, a puddle beneath you forms from how slick your cunt is. 

You pull back, accidentally swallowing it while the rest leaks out, covering your plump breasts. “You animal! You fucking brute! I almost choked!” You cough, glaring up at him, flustered. “You don’t do that to a lady!”

Ari laughs, his softened cock hangs still monstrous, leaking with cum. “Lloyd and the rest you have fucked must feel ridiculous compared to my cock!” He leans down, gripping your chin between his fingers as he stares deep into your eyes. “Don’t tell me you can’t take a cock like mine, little Princess. Maybe I should stretch your holes so when your little boyfriend finally arrives, he’ll know how much of a whore his girl really is. 

You whimper, squeezing your thighs together. On the screen behind you, the brothers continue to fail, growing frustrated. Both thinking of sinking into your cunt once they finally rescue you.

would you like to follow the game? if yes, please click round 2 when the link is avaliable or if you want to start over, click start over.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 2

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feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[night-market-if]

Paper Lanterns Part 28

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr.  I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime.  Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days.  At the end of the post will be three options.  Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see.  I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others.  The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 under the cut

Winner of the last vote: “You’re not going near her then. She wants you dead.” Respond in fear and practicality

You stare at Malcolm for a long and uncomfortable moment. A moment in which he meets your gaze head on.  There was a lot you could say to this revelation.  You could rage. You could approach it with understanding.  Yet, the overwhelming feeling was confusion.  You didn’t want to examine how close you had been to the truth and how many times it had happened.  You didn’t want to think about all the ways he could have helped you and all the things he may be doing wrong. Or maybe it was right?  It didn’t matter. None of it did. Because when it was all boiled down to the bare minimum of things, the Baron of the Mists was after the Gatekeeper.  You were not putting Malcolm in that amount of danger.

“Well, then that settles it,” you say pragmatically.  “You aren’t coming with me.”

Leaning forward, Malcolm presses his forehead to your own. A move of comfort you often showed him.  “You don’t get to make that decision.”

“What?” you say shakily, forcing a smile  “Big bad Baron now and you think you don’t answer to anyone? No, darlin’. You absolutely still answer to me.”

“And to me,” Hazel pipes up.  You point at her as if to say ‘see?’

You feel Malcolm smile.  Sometimes, you forget how he had not been protected when he was younger. How the three of you became friends out of a necessity for survival.  He had always been the solid one, however. The one who was the rock to both you and Hazel.  Perhaps it was simply because he was the oldest.

“Malcolm,” you start gently. “You wouldn’t risk me….”

“I have been risking you.  I’m just not doing it any longer.”

“I’m not going to be doing it at all,” you counter. “How can I take you with me when it is clear that she had been trying to flush you out.”  

It was obvious now that I thought about it.  His name having been mentioned by Belladonna, the hint that the Baron was on to you.  You being picked for the job, his ex lover, when it was clear others were better for the task.  Impossible timelines. An obstacle at every gate.  You were set up for failure and danger over and over again in hopes that Malcolm would step forward.

“What if there is a third option?” Hazel asks.  You look at her from across the table, your hands having wrapped within Malcolm’s owns at some point during the conversation.  “We let her come to us,” she offers.  “Going to the Cathedral seems like a stupid idea no matter how you spin it. At least if she comes to us, it’s on our own grounds, and we may be better able to defend ourselves.  I have enough magic to make a statement…”

“No,” both Malcolm and you tell her immediately. 

Malcolm looked at her like she was crazy.  “I just got you out. They were not posting bail for you Hazel. They were going to put you either in the flesh pits or the tunnels. Why would I knowingly send you right back to that fate?.”

“Oh, I don’t know. So the two people I care about don’t die.”  Tears gathered in her eyes.  Her bottom lip trembled over the reality that you all suddenly found yourself in.  “Malcolm,” she begged. “The Baron of the Mists could kill you.  She is not a kind woman.  And you always said you didn’t want to become a vengeful spirit. You didn’t want to be the things wandering these streets lost and alone. You know as well as I do, if you die, that is exactly what you are going to be. The Night Market will have a claim on you.”

Malcolm shuddered at the thought. It was an old tale that circled the few that had been born within the Market. You could never leave. Not even in death.  Immortality altered the mind, however.  If there was one thing that Malcolm feared the most, it was being trapped within these streets, lost in his own head.

“Look, the obvious answer is to let me go and talk to her.” He did his best to ignore his sister. You could see he was trying not to think of what could become of him. Or what could even become of her in the upcoming hours. “Yes, I am outing myself as a Baron, but it sounds like suspicions were already high.”

“Belladonna said that you were the one Baron no one wants.  They think you hold too much power.” It had been presented to you as a coo. Flush out the Gatekeeper in hopes of riding him of the hold he had over the Night Market.

Malcolm laughed a little at that. “I absolutely hold too much power.  This is quite possibly the worst job.  Do you know what it is like to hear requests nearly every second of the day to enter the Night Market? People pleading to get away from the nightmares of their life along with the vanity of men and women simply wanting to go shopping? I hate it. I hate it more than anything.  I also control it all. Decide who comes and goes, and when. I keep the Market safe by making sure every last gate is secure and sequestered away. Wiping the memories of those that mean to leave this Market and give away our position.  Do you know what the does to a person?”

“So give it up,” you tell him.  You can see the weariness settling across his face. Something you had blatantly ignored upon him entering your life again.

“He can’t,” Hazel said sadly. “The only way for a Baron to lose their power is for it to be taken from them.  You have to kill a Baron in order to take the place of a new one.”

You slump back in your seat. Your head spinning. The rules and regulations of the damn Market had never made sense to you and you, not for the first time, wished you could make it all go away.

“So that means…?”

“It was an accident,” Malcolm says. “But yeah. I killed the old one. Didn’t even know he was a Baron at the time. Surprise surprise when I felt all that transfer to me.”

You sit in silence, the three of you, no one quite sure what to say or do. Only that something was looming on the horizon and there did not seem to be a clean way out of it.

“I still say we fight them on our terms. At the apothecary,” Hazel said after a long drawn out moment.

“I’m okay with this not happening at the Cathedral,” Malcolm says, “but neither of you have the power to deal with a Baron.  I do.  We can meet them at a neutral place. See if I can help strike a deal.”

You swallow thickly. Both of them were looking to you to make a decision. To weigh in on their fates.  The responsibility of the future had never felt more heavy than it did in that moment.

Voting now closed: Part 29 here

Agree to Hazel’s plan and try to protect her as best as you can.

Agree to Malcolm’s plan and try to protect him as best as you can.

Agree to neither plan. You did this to yourself.  You have to hope that you don’t die and that you can get away from the two of them without detection.

If you haven't seen, Chapter Two of the Night Market is now out! It is linked below if you're interested. Reblogs and feedback are also love! Also, there is a Paper Lanterns discord now. Click the link below to join.

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[deathsfae]

greetings! ( wis / em , 20, she/her, pacific standard time ) i’m searching for someone to be my rp partner. i’m very much obsessed with baldur’s gate 3, so i’m hoping to find someone to write in that universe with me!

i am open to most characters, and i haven’t written for the fandom yet so i’m inexperienced with writing canon characters (although i am more than willing to try, so if you’ll be alright with my lack of skill at first, then please, let’s do it!) i have an oc already, but again, i am 100% willing to try writing a canon character.

you can find me on discord, so just pm me/interact with this post and we can exchange info! i don’t use tumblr that often but if you would like to rp through here then i can work with that <3

i would like to write romance only, so only interact if you’re chill with shipping our characters.

disclaimers: adults only, MDNI. we can discuss triggers, although i am fine with most things. smut is ok with me, let’s do it! literate third person only. it’s okay if your writing isn’t perfect, mine is far from it. we both have lives, so it’s alright if your responses aren’t lengthy, mine will vary depending on how the story is going. most importantly, i would like to have fun! i’m also open to becoming friends ooc <3

— baldur’s gate 3, fantasy, rp search

[ngkiscool]

Buck up, people, another round of NSFW!

As always, all the fics are focusing on supporting characters, this round they are M or E. The description includes rating, word count and main characters. This week there are cw, please mind the tags!

Next week is open to suggestion - would you like to focus on a character that hadn’t got enough attention? Continue with the vibes? Please send ideas and recs for stories that focus on supporting characters (as in, Aziraphale and Crowley are not the main ones). Self recs are encouraged!

What You Can't Get From Books by souljelly - rated M, 644 words, focusing on Anathema and Newton. Summary: For the Good Omens Kink Meme: Anathema/Newt, library sex.

Heaven Incorporated by Langerhan - rated M, 1.9K, focusing on Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphon and Uriel. Summary: Michael is the first one of them to be granted a corporation. Her fellow ineffable beings are fascinated by it.

When You're Standing Oh So Near by orphan_account - rated M, 1.2K, focusing on Gabriel and Sandalphon. Summary: The thing about Heaven, was that you didn’t need miracles. Things happened to be where you needed them, and didn’t happen to be where you didn’t need them. A table, as a surface to place a photograph, that ceased to be when you turned your back and no longer needed it. An office that was only an office when you opened the door. The door, which was only sometimes a door, and usually wasn’t there at all.

An Average Day for R.P. Tyler by Caedmon - rated M, 619 words, focusing on R. P. Tyler and OC. Summary: R.P. Tyler is a perfectly respectable pillar of the community. Just don't stoke his ire.

Purgatorio by AEpixie7 - 8.3K, rated M, focusing on Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel. CW - Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Trauma, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism. Summary: Michael is sent to Earth on a forced vacation due to her bad attitude following the foiling of Armageddon. She finds herself in the employ of a mysterious businessman, but he is more familiar than she realizes.

I Can Still Recall.. Our Last Summer by BeezandBitches - rated M, 16K, focusing on Anathema and other characters. CW - Recreational Drug Use. Summary: A series of oneshots about Anathema and her lesbian relationships with the most powerful forces of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. (A summer prompt series inspired by a post by @luke-x-percy on tumblr)

Our Side Yule: Transition by vampydoo - 1K, rated M, focusing on Sergeant Shadwell and Madame Tracy. CW - brief mention of injections, brief body changing mentions, Minor Sergeant Shadwell/Madame Tracy, Subtle mentions of sex work. Summary: Little fic for the Our Side Yule Prompt "Transition"."She danced and sang with the crowd she felt the safest in, joining hands and screaming out loud to Christmas songs. She saw romances blossoming and comforting happening, as tears rolled down her cheeks. They caressed and cooed over her, wiping away her tears, as she realised the community she finally had.

The Third Quarter by WaldosAkimbo - rated E, 1.5K, focusing on Eric the Disposable Demon. Summary: One of Erics many many strange tasks in Hell is the Third Quarter Office Activity. Let off some steam. Get to know your neighbors. And the Erics? Oh, they have a hell of a time.

i met her at church, but she can be satan. by thundersfox - rated E, 1.7K, focusing on Adam from Eden, Adam young and Lilith. Summary: I'm not human. I have no man's pride to lead me like this, and I'm not interested in fighting. It's entirely the weakness of your sex, not mine. I'm a woman. I use any and all weapons to get what I want.

Unsafe At Any Speed by @copperplatebeech - rated E, 4.5K, focusing on Michael and War. Summary: Gabriel’s fellow archangels decide that just because the last charge didn’t happen, there’s no reason they can’t ride. A clandestine call to the Horsepersons and some quick selection of gear later, they’re ready to try touring the famous Mountain Course on the Isle of Man. War remembers old times in the field alongside Michael and decides she has more to teach her than riding.  “Well, they’ve left you to me,” said War with a slow, broad smile, the breeze lifting her vivid hair as she held Michael’s eyes with a thoughtful gaze. “War and the Angel of Battle. Good pair. Let’s show you what it’s like to burn some road, shall we?”

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[prpfs]

🌿 hi, f21+ here! i’m looking for 18+ ( preferably 20+ ) partners for a fantasy/historical oc x oc f/f plot revolving around a harem. my platform of choice is discord, but i’m open to writing on tumblr if that’s your preference!  

to get the technical stuff out of the way, i’m a literate, multi-para writer who uses third person + past or present tense, and looking for about the same - there’s no need to match length every reply, but i’d appreciate more than a few sentences and some detail. i will not reach out to blogs that have no information at all available. a bit of writing on them ( to see if our styles mesh! ) would be ideal, but at the very least, having an alias + age range would be appreciated. 

for availability, i’m in cest, with a fairly busy job/major but a messed up sleep schedule and a lot of ooc presence! for replies, i can be pretty fast when my schedule frees up, but let’s say you can expect one every couple days / a few times a week.

onto the plot! long story short, i’d like to write a conquering queen/empress against your character, a young woman from a newly conquered country, who got rounded up to join her harem. trans and nb characters are of course welcome! 

while this is a raunchy premise, i’d like the rp to still have a fair bit of plot, and delve into the dynamics of such a closed environment and the intrigue of a royal court, the characters’ pasts, forming friendships, rivalries, other romances/polyam, etc. i will probably figure out some side characters for yours to interact with, and while it’s not 100% mandatory, i’d love a partner who’s also down to throw their hat into the side cast ring. tldr, if you’re looking for a smut-only rp, this is not the ad for you. likewise, please be proactive in plotting! rp works best when people bounce ideas off each other, and i promise to match your enthusiasm. 

the aesthetic i’m going for time period-wise is ancient times and mediterranean cultures, with some flexibility encouraged - i’m here for fun and vibes, not historical accuracy. it can even include some degree of magic if you want! i’m not too pressed about fcs - irl, drawn, written descriptions, anything goes as long as i can have some idea what your character looks like. 

i’m absolutely down to include darker themes, although if it comes up, i’d prefer not to go all the way into noncon and stick with dubcon for this plot specifically. likewise, some light 🍪 is alright if you’d like to include it, but i’d prefer your character not to be any younger than 16-18. kinks details can be discussed in dms, but my only hard nos are watersports/scat/emeto and oviposition. my main character for this plot will be a dom-leaning switch, and while i’m not necessarily looking to double on that front, i’d like your character to be active enough not to have to carry the smutty parts of the thread. 

and that’s a wrap! this ad got long, and while i know all the requirements sound like a drag, i’d rather we both know for sure what we’re getting into. drop a like or reply to this post and i’ll try and get back to you! really excited to get writing <3 

Leave a like, and anon will get back to you!

[hydrangea-bindery]

I posted 70 times in 2022

That's 70 more posts than 2021!

6 posts created (9%)

64 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@renegadepublishing

@agatharights

@sbooksbowm

@greaseonmymouth

@a-gay-old-time

I tagged 48 of my posts in 2022

Only 31% of my posts had no tags

#bookbinding - 43 posts

#inspiration - 32 posts

#fanbinding - 29 posts

#ficbinding - 27 posts

#bookbinding resources - 9 posts

#hydrangea-bindery - 4 posts

#complete - 4 posts

#insipiration - 3 posts

#hydrangea bindery - 2 posts

#booksbooksbooks - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#maybe not interesting or big but i really like the muted color choices with the red of the opening page

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sorry I haven’t posted any bindings on a while! I’m currently in hospital for a surgery😖😖 but I do want to let you guys know that I now have an Insta, where I post more frequent in-between updates and the like, so please go give me a follow there too! You can find the link in the pinned comment, or on Insta at hydrangea_bindery!

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#4

Haha this is silly but I hope you know I really love this blog. I love seeing your projects and I love seeing you reblog other projects. It’s very inspirational and aspirational to me.

No this is not silly at all!!!!! You’re my very first ask!! I always see you reblogging my posts, and it makes me smile. Thank you for telling me that you like the stuff I make, it makes me really really happy to hear that!! I was having a pretty bad morning up until this point, when I saw this, and it made me feel a lot better actually.

And I love your stuff!! I love your Pokemon and Disco Elysium art, especially the animation you made. I think I probably listened to Dancing Queen on repeat for like the next two days, and I think i’ve watched it like three times now? I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you!!! For both your support, and for your amazing art. We’re in this together👏😆

8 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

My next binding! I actually started to work on this one concurrently to Browniefox’s copy of ‘The Haunting of Ryunosuke Naruhodo’, but I didn’t have time, and only just finished recently, and apart from the last signature being too small, I’m really happy with this one! ‘Stay the night with the sinners’ by @bodhirookes is my all time favourite shyan fic, and it’s honestly what got me back into the ghoul boys in the first place, and what finally pushed me to finish watching s7, even more so with the announcement of Watcher! Every line feels like a gut punch in the best way possible, and the world feels fleshed out and truly passionately lived in and you KNOW I love me some angel/demon.

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44 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#2

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67 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

THE CASE OF THE MAN WHO TWO-THIRDS WASN’T THERE • @glisteningceruleaneyes (sorry for not tagging you originally, I didn’t realise you had a tumblr account!!)

Three-and-one-third bodies have been found in an abandoned vehicle on the riverbank.

It would be a challenging case even without the bad weather, weapons smuggling, white nationalists, industrial accidents, and the concept of pedigree dog breeds—but over it all hangs one troubling question: What is it that fascinates you about Kim Kitsuragi? Is it working class camaraderie? A sinister hex of mysterious origin? Did you imprint on him in Martinaise, like an amnesiac duckling? If you don’t figure out what’s going on soon, people are going to start to notice. Especially him. And sooner or later? Everything is related to the case.

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[polizwrites]

WIP Update -  3 May 2023

A very productive writing week -   I touched 7 fics (5 WIPs  & 2 new works)  for a total of  3104 words.   For the first third of the year, that gives me almost 43k words, which puts me well on track for over 120k for the year -- let’s see if that holds! 

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter 2 of  Making All Things New  - Stucky omegaverse with Cap!Alpha!Steve and Sex Worker!Omega!Bucky. 

Truth and Consequences  -  TFaWS scene retelling -  Sam & Bucky reconciliation. 

On Tumblr, I posted:

Getting Prepared  - an A:IW missing scene featuring Bucky. 

I  have  14 active WIPs  with my  current  deadlines being  the Stucky and Avengers Bingos events.   Attack Plan for those two events.

See  below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc.  As always, feel free to send me   prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding  any of these projects  or any other WIPs I’ve got out there.   Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing   Morguna and the Green Queen, I  got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked  Faustie into   collab’ing with me!  We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve  contributed about 900 words towards the  2500-ish we have so far.   Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.  

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Twenty fills with two bingos and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas. Targeting completion of at least three more squares - stretch goal of a blackout.

* B1 - Mutual Pining -  Leaning toward the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with for awhile: a Modern No Powers AU where Bucky’s high school crush (skinny!Steve) is a model in a softcore porn mag.   Backup plan = Chapter 3 of   Making All Things New)

* r G5 - SHIELD   – soliciting ideas!   (possible crossover with Bucky Barnes Bingo - Forgotten Things?)

* O4 - AU: Supernatural -  got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow   is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine).    I really need to pick this back up & get it going 😬   I can use it for my BBB  AU: Medieval/Fantasy square and with some re-writing, I may be able to squish this into the Myths and Legends monthly prompt  and my BB_C4  Myth square.

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics – Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts –> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession.  I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁  I’ve got 715 words in so far  and am crossing over with my WIB Mutual Pining square.  I may try to crossover with something from my new BBB card as well.

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This  time around the card is a 3x3,  so am looking at writing different   pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve.    I have 3 fills  completed and three WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.   Need to get moving on this as well - see  my Attack Plan

*A2 -  “Don’t leave me, please.” - Leaning toward a Steve POV of the post-battle scene where Tony’s just fallen out of the sky.  Something short, but hopefully sweet.  Other option - maybe combine with SB Adoptable -Remix own fic 

* B2 - Crossover AU –  picking up my Star Wars fusion Stucky/Stuckony fic:  Never More to Go Astray.  Pleased to discover the latest WIP chapter was already sitting at 942 words - just need to figure out how to wrap up the chapter.

* B3 - Mistaken Identity -  Chapter 3 of   Decision at Sundown  (based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle”  FFC23 prompt) is in progress and sitting at 737 words. I need to work the prompt in a bit more clearly before I can consider this finished - maybe another 300-500 words?

* C1 - Babysitter AU -   Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my  ACB Babysitter square and will involve  Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans.  Chapter 1 is sitting at  2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words)  with another 500-ish already in chapter 2 (300-ish are mine).

* C2 - Accidentally in Love - posted  chapter 2 of Making All Things New on Friday -  this fic features Omega!Sex Worker!Bucky falling for  Alpha!Cap!Steve  (and vice versa) during an assignment and crossed over with my BB_C4 Omegaverse square. The chapter came in at 1501 words and am already 857 words into Chapter 3 - which may or may not be the final chapter.  😁

* C3 - Dog Tags - I drafted a short ficlet  A Piece of the Past  late last week - Sam POV  where he helps Steve with the titular item.  This will cross over with my SWB Steve Rogers square and is sitting at 404 words. 

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs.  The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events.   Thanks to crossovers, I have  two fils and WIPs for the other two squares!  

* C1 - Omegaverse -  see  AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

* C4 - Myth - thinking I can combine this with the SB  Supernatural AU square idea above, possibly with a little re-writing.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1]  (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got nine completed fics, four WIPs and  will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo  Challenge for Row 5.  

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley -  Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated.   (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship -  see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see ��AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of   A Rising Star -  a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.  

* May Adoptable -   I’m going to use either   AU: Sex Worker or  Scenting  for Chapter 3 of  Making All Things New, which is already up to 857 words. 

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3]  (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP -  I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps and Bucky Barnes bingo!

* B2 - Miscommunication - Posted Truth and Consequences  this morning. It’s a TFatWS compliant  Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet and came in at 352 words.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers  – see AvB  Dog Tags  above.

WinterIron Bingo  - [WIB_R1]   (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod!  Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but   think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* I1 - Edging - using this with Chapter 2 of   Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away),  my WinterIron –>Stuckony  Steve POV WIP based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt :  Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn.  It’s currently sitting at 624 words and is crossing over with my BBB KINK - “Please let me come.”  square.

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the drafted  Chapter 7 of   Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all.  This chapter is coming in at 2988 words and  will post May 5th.

* O4 - Steve Rogers - Using this for chapter 8 of   Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’), where camboy!Bucky’s worlds start to collide.  The chapter is coming in at 2152 words and will get posted probably by the end of the month.  

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem  as inspiration?

* ADOPTABLE1 - 1990′s   -- picked this to prod me into picking My Love is Vengeance back up.  I do have a nice chunk of the next chapter  written (1039 words) -  and had a bit of inspiration that may allow me to wrap this up in  two more chapters beyond this one.  

Bucky Barnes Bingo  - [BBB_R5]   (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

Am still trying to match up squares to crossfill, but have 2 fills,  five WIPs and a couple more Vague ideas already.

* B1 - AU: Medieval/Fantasy -  see SB AU: Supernatural above.

* B4 - Shapeshifters -  a potential crossover with my SB  AU: Changed into an Animal square - but  I need  a plot bunny and it is a low priority fill at the moment.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye -  Dredged up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP   You Can’t Stop It With a Gun.  Chapter 3 was already in progress and is now up to 548 words.    

* U5 - AU: Flower Shop -  see  BBB_C4   No Powers AU above.

* C2 - Yelena Belova

–  see AvB

Babysitter AU

* C4 - KINK: “Please let me come.”  See SB  Identity Porn above - Chapter 2.

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple -  next chapter of   Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion.    Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment.  😕

* K3 - Magic -  Aro!Bucky sickfic idea? 

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] Last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next]   was a perfect match for an idea I’d already been playing around with to fill this square.   I banged out Getting Prepared -  an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again.  I will post it to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* Y3 - Alpine  - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

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On  other creative fronts:  I have a POW Bucky Stuffed With Character figure in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes  Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June  so am  pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if  you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check  out Stuffed With Character    over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!).   These soft stuffed figures are  mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC   and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design   requests  for any fandom!