#until i realized hey i do have emotions theyre just kinda weird and strange and they dont sit in your head right

[hopefullyababe]

The tags on your post about wanting to be a robot, king I remember making that same realization awhile back, I was so obsessed with robots growing up (still am tbh) I thought Mr. Data Startrek was just relatable for No Reason Really its just that I'm "so weird I'm more like a nonhuman wonder why that is"

Looking back and realizing how many things were the autism vibes is wild and fills me with such relief tbh, I wasn't inhuman after all, hard same hard same

yeah no im also looking back on my childhood and realizing alot of shit was very autistic of me. and also looking back im realizing that ive had alot of my mental conditions for the entirety of my life.

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I really hope I can build my own strange kinky queer family someday, thanks for sharing parts of yours! It’s sexy but also heart warming?

This is legitimately so sweet. It honestly made me tear up a little

It's weird it kinda just... Happened. I met my sweetie 5 years ago now. We met on Grindr and she brought over some drinks and I was like "oh if you're at the grocery store, can you pick me up some milk." We dated for about six months and stopped seeing each other cuz life kinda got in the way. We saw each other a handful of times over the next two years and when I moved I asked if she could help, which she did. I hadn't even realized that I had moved less than 10 mins away from where she lives (she always came to me when we were dating)

I was still madly in love with her (tbh I'm realizing that she was really my first love) and she knew she couldn't give me what I wanted from her and she told me that. I needed a couple months to feel my feelings (and also get footing in my sobriety) before I was ready to be friends. Late fall of 2022 we started hanging out sometimrs again, and then probably spring ish of 2023 I met her Daddy. She started modeling some leather for me not long after I started doing it, but it wasn't until that spike strap photoshoot in ~ Oct 2023 that things got weird in some fun ways. That was like the first time I feel like I really domd her in a way that wasn't just for the camera. Since then, it's been a rollercoaster of constantly developing so many dynamics. She's my sweetie, she's my lover, she's my auntie, she's my sub, she's my best friend, she's so many things to me.

Her and her Daddy started dating like spring of 2022 and I was maaaaad jealous, I projected allllll my insecurities onto him, despite never having met him. The first time we hung out one on one was in late July of 2023 where we went and saw a screening of a porno. After that I think we saw each other at tranny takeover nights at one of the local cruising bars and just started hanging out in group and solo settings. He's truly one of my best friends in the world, and the brother I never got to have

I met his husband (the rabbit) not too long after and we've gotten really close too. One of the most insightful people I've had the pleasure to meet in my little time on this earth. Such a profoundly compassionate person who consistently challenges me to be kinder and gentler with myself. Theyre witty without ever being unkind, and goddamn can they carry a bit. Also they're really fucking good at pointing out when I'm letting ppl be transmisogynistic towards me cuz they're hot lmfao.

I met the femme, the rabbit's girlfriend at the rabbits birthday party last November. She's such a delightful presence and really admire how strongly she stands by her values. I remember a month or two ago, I was on some fuck shit, I don't even remember what, and she was like "hey girl you're on some fuck shit." I respect the hell out of her, and am so glad she's in our weird little crew

I didn't realize what we had was a family until recently. It was a lot of things tbh but I think it was this moment I had in January that really showed me. I was having the worst mental health moment I had had in probably a year. I was feeling so unstable. I was out and I was feeling impulsive. I was planning on either going and getting fucked by some guys at the cruising bar or getting in the lake with my clothes on. The daddy told me to come over cuz I clearly wasn't okay. I did. By the time I got to their spot it was probably 11p and I was nonverbal. The rabbit made me a bagel. The daddy got me a stuffed animal to squeeze. It was probably 45 minutes before I got even a single word out. And they were fine with that. They didn't pressure me to talk, but they didn't ignore me either. They let me be with them the way I needed to be. And when I was ready to talk, I was met with such compassion and emotional intelligence and love. I was taken care of in ways a family does.

Idk. This was long. And maybe over share y. I just. I fucking love these people so much and it kinda all spilled out.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

Hi! I have a couple of questions about Actions Speaks Louder, I completely understand if you choose not to answer or if takes awhile for you to get around to this ask since i see you've been busy and just because I love your fic it doesn't make me entitled to anything. But! I'd feel very honored if you humored me! This is probably the 6th or 7th time ive read Actions, it's embarrassing, but this fic kinda feels like home. It's my comfort fic and I'm soso in love with it. So everyone who just meets him, stares at stiles. and I know the most obvious reason is because their amazed at seeing the last living spark. But I don't think it's ever been stated if stiles actually does look any certain way because he's a spark. Like how elves have pointy ears, or how werewolves get weird side burns when theyre in beta shift. (Actually now that I remember, he does get weird markings with different spells he does) But Is stiles maybe strangely paler than everyone else? Or are his eyes just a bit more rounder and bigger and a brighter brown to the point you can tell he's something other than human? Like, what do other people think/see when they look at stiles? Idk if this is rude, but I wish I could write. I have so many ideas I've been thinking for this story lately, I'd love to add my own second part. Or more like my own little fanfic for this fanfic. (Of course itd be with your permission and consent but sadly I can't write so it's all just day dreams and thoughts I fall asleep to) Even if you dont answer, I also wanna say thank you so much for writing this fic. I hope this makes sense, but this fic is to me what Harry Potter is to others. I don't even like Harry Potter, this fic is 1000x better. Sorry for the long ask, I hope you have a good day!

Greetings Anon o/

First off, you’re a sweetheart, thank you very much, for real ;~; I am literally super slow at replies lately in all ways and I feel like crap over it but general comment to say if you messaged me or sent me an ask and I haven’t replied, I am not ignoring you, I am just in the negative numbers for spoons and doing my best |D

But that aside! I always find it mind-blowing when people say they’ve read Actions more than two times, thank you so much ;~; That’s seriously amazing and I appreciate the support, thank you!!!

With regard to your question, Stiles doesn’t look any different :) The people working for Deucalion who caught up to him were in awe because they knew he was the Spark so they were like O_O at the sight of him. The people in Beacon Hills also knew he was the Spark, so they reacted accordingly, but he doesn’t look any different. It’s why Satomi and Ennis and all of the teachers he had didn’t realize he was the Spark (until he did something to out himself), because he looks like anyone else.

Mason could tell he was different, but that’s because he had his own type of magic, and he could see things with the naked eye that others couldn’t (like the curse on Derek, for example). But no one else could look at Stiles and just know. People had to already know he was the Spark to react the way they did, it’s why he was fine growing up moving around all the time. The only reason he kept moving was because Gerard and Deucalion (and others) were always looking for him and because they knew about his dad and Derek (and Laura), it was easier for them to follow their trail.

Stiles’ magic coming out differently is more just him not being able to control it at first. He got the electricity and the shadows and whatnot because his magic was reacting to his emotions, but once he started understanding himself a bit more closer to the end of the fic, that stopped because it was all about learning :) 

And you are super sweet, for real, thank you! I find it so awesome and kind that you want to write fanfic about a fanfic! Seriously, that’s a huge compliment, thank you so much ;~; And hey man, if you ever feel like giving a crack at it, you’re more than welcome. I’m sure you’re better than you think you are!

Seriously, thank you so, so much. I’m honestly super happy you like the fic so much and that you have questions about it because you’ve read it so many times <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[jojosbizarrefanfics]

Omggggg I love your fics!! Theyre soooo cute! Could i please request one of my all time favorite tropes in Fanfic? There's Only One Bed! Basically Polnareff and reader share a room with only one bed but they've been mutually pining after each other for so long the Crusaders basically set this up themselves. Perhaps some accidental spooning shenanigans leads to a memorable night? 😏😏😏💕🔥

Thanks, anon! 🥰 I’m a sucker for the only one bed trope, so you are totally speaking my language here, and this scenario just screams Polnareff 😂

Everyone seemed to be well aware that you and Polnareff were pining for one another... except for you and Polnareff. It only grew worse as you traveled more together, and the rest of your party just wished you’d bone already to get it over with and out of your system - which is why Joseph asked the front desk employee for three rooms, but only two with double beds. He grinned when they handed him the key for “the couple over there” and said nothing about it.

“This place is completely booked, so stay on guard and in pairs,” Joseph warned. He’d be with Avdol, Jotaro would be with Kakyoin, and that left you with Polnareff.

It was late, and you were lucky to have a room at this place, so you didn’t even immediately notice right away the predicament you were in due to your exhaustion. But the room only being equipped with a single king bed didn’t escape Polnareff.

“Hey, (YN)?” He asked as you beelined it for the bathroom so you could brush your teeth. “You, uh, don’t mind this?”

You could have sworn his voice cracked a bit. You shook your head as you brushed your teeth, and when you finished, you said, “No, I don’t mind. Not like we can ask for a new room anyhow.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Polnareff said. “Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You grinned at him. “Why would it? After everything we’ve gone through, Jean Pierre, and you’re worried about sharing a bed?”

Your teasing made him blush. “Excuse me for being a gentleman, then,” he said with a nervous laugh, joining your go brush his own teeth and begin to get ready for bed. You showered individually (he let you go first and tried not to think of how you looked naked), and after his own, you were already in your pajamas and in bed when he joined you. You were laying on your side and reading the local newspaper from the lobby, facing the bedside table so you could use the light from the lamp.

“What are you doing?” Polnareff asked. He leaned his head over your shoulder and propped himself up with his arm.

“When we go somewhere new, I like to see if any of the headlines stand out. Could clue us in as to what we’re up against,” you said. He was really close to you so he could read the paper with you, but you didn’t mind; you could feel the warmth from his skin, and it felt nice.

“That’s a really good idea,” he complimented. “Anything weird?”

“Not that stands out,” you said. “We may be able to sleep peacefully for once.”

“Well, we should take the small victories when we can, right?” He said, smiling at you the whole while. He removed his earrings and reached across you to set them on the table.

“Right,” you said. His hand grazed your side as he withdrew it, and you noticed how surprisingly soft it was. It wasn’t what you expected from a swordsman; leave it to him to moisturize.

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said. You figured it was now or never to tell him how you felt, and decided to test the waters by adding, “Your hands are so warm. It felt kinda nice.”

Polnareff was surprised and understood the possible implications of your comment, but didn’t want to make any assumptions — after all, it was you. If he messed this up, it’d haunt him until the end of the trip. “Are you cold?”

“Always,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “I’ll apologize now in case I end up hogging the sheets.”

Polnareff laughed. “Come closer if you want, mademoiselle. I’m not shy and I won’t bite.”

There it was — your heart nearly stopped whenever he’d call you mademoiselle. It was the way he said it that did it, but you didn’t want to overthink it and never let your mind go there.

You shifted a bit so you could finish the paper, making sure there wasn’t anything strange in the last few pages, but so Polnareff was right behind you. Your back was pressed against him and he lazily rested his chin on your shoulder, reading along with you, even if he didn’t understand the language as well as you did.

After a few moments, you fell asleep like this - you didn’t mean to, but Polnareff was so warm that you couldn’t help it. He noticed this and slowly set the newspaper onto the bedside table, hoping not to disturb you. He fell asleep not long after, and didn’t even realize he wrapped his arm around your waist as he spooned you.

You both woke with a startle around midnight at the sound of a family just arriving to the hotel, the mother loudly shushing her children. You both grumbled as you looked at the time, and then realized that Polnareff was still holding you.

You also realized two things simultaneous: you had a dream about Polnareff kissing and caressing you, so parts of your body were already more awake than you were, and Polnareff’s cock was pressed rather firmly against your ass.

Polnareff realized the latter of your revelations as well, and immediately began to apologize. “(YN), I am so sorry!” He began to back away from you, but you reached behind you and grabbed his wrist.

You turned to look at Polnareff and noticed his cheeks were ruddied. His normally perfectly straight hair was a tousled mess and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through it. His pouty lips were slightly parted, and you couldn’t take your eyes off the bottom one.

“Don’t apologize,” you said plainly. You weren’t sure what else to say out of nerves. Your eyes quickly glanced lower to his groin, and the tent in his pants confirmed what you felt earlier. You glanced back up to meet his eyes, and you saw a lot of emotions swirling in his slate blue. “Would it be offensive if I told you I was in a similar state?”

Polnareff’s eyes widened. “Would it be offensive if I asked you if I could see for myself?”

“Only if you didn’t follow through with it,” you said, not sure where your sudden boldness was coming from.

You weren’t sure what to expect from Polnareff: he struck you as both the kind of guy to be quick to undress you or to take his time and savor the moment.

Polnareff wanted desperately to be the former, but went with the latter. He knew you two might not get this chance again, after all.

Polnareff’s hand slowly crept up your leg, found the satin of your pajama shorts, and then slipped underneath the baggy shorts leg to keep inching closer. Once they reached the seam of your panties, Polnareff leaned in to kiss you, leaving you internally begging for his calloused finger to move beneath that last layer of fabric. When your lips met, you nearly forgot your name. One of your hands went for his hair and the other landed on his chest, slowly trailing downwards.

Polnareff slipped a finger beneath your underwear and delicately ran a finger along one of your lips. He smirked into your kiss and pulled away to say, “You are in a similar state as I am after all,” he said. “You know, I’ve been wondering if I’d ever get this chance with you.” His hand moved, leaving you wanting more, and snuck around to grip tightly at your ass.

“God, you are such a tease,” you grumbled. It made him laugh.

“You’ll have to be quiet, ma chérie,” Polnareff whispered against your lips. “I think Jotaro and Kakyoin are in the room next to ours, and Joseph and Avdol are on the other side. We can’t be waking them, now can we?”

Polnareff moved his hand to the waistband of your shorts and panties, removed them both at once, and then began to work on his own clothes as you discarded your top. Once the two of you were naked, Polnareff kissed you again, and you groaned when his fingers moved to your pussy again. He dipped one in, feeling just how wet you were, and you reached for his cock to rub it as he did. After a few minutes of stroking one another, Polnareff turned you on your side.

“I have to make sure you stay quiet. Can’t have anyone hearing those groans of yours except for me, now,” he said. He lifted your leg over his hips and thrust his cock in from behind you, and when you gasped, his hand snuck up to your mouth.

You could taste yourself on his fingers when they passed between your lips, and once Polnareff was certain that you wouldn’t be so loud, his hand lowered down your chest to grip at one of your breasts while he fucked you sideways. You could hear him chuckle in your ear and feel his warm, minty breath on your skin when he felt you cum around him, and the hand fondling your breast lowered further to stimulate your clit while you came. This just drew your orgasm out even longer, but once you felt your body start to calm back down, Polnareff withdrew and guided you to be on your back.

“I want to look at you,” he said, suddenly tender as his cock returned to you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

You responded by moving your hips in a way that made Polnareff moan; the last position didn’t really allow for you to do much beyond lay there and enjoy the overstimulation, but now you could be an equal contributor.

“We gotta be quiet, monsieur, remember?” You said with a grin.

He laughed and gave you a playful growl. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” He said. He knew he was larger and stronger than you, and used that to his advantage by pinning your wrists above your head with one of his hands as he snapped his hips forward. He’d slowly retreat, almost fully withdrawing, and then snap them in again. Polnareff was very much in control, here, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

Polnareff waited for you to cum again, taking in the sight beneath him, before he pulled out and came on your thigh. After the two of you spent a few moments just looking at each other and processing what just happened, Polnareff leaned down to kiss you and then stood to grab you some tissues from the bathroom. He cleaned his cum off your leg for you, and once the tissues were disposed of, he moved back to the bed and laid beside you.

Neither of you bothered to put your clothes back on, but you fell asleep in Polnareff’s arms, enjoying the warmth of his skin even more now that you both were intimate and still nude. His strong arms wrapped around you and your head nuzzled into his broad chest, and Polnareff couldn’t be happier — no matter what happened from here on out during the trip, he thought, at least the two of you shared this moment.

The next morning, you woke to the feeling of Polnareff’s kisses running along the back of your neck. You turned with a smile and met his lips, and Polnareff couldn’t be happier; he wasn’t sure how he’d be received now that it was a new day.

“Bonjour, ma cocotte,” he said between kisses.

“Morning, Jean Pierre” you replied. You glanced to the clock and saw you were both awake earlier than you needed to be, and spent the morning slowly enjoying the other’s company, ending in you riding Polnareff before you dragged yourselves out of bed.

Over breakfast, Joseph asked if you and Polnareff slept well while patting you both on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” Polnareff replied. “Yourself?”

“Good, good,” he said. “I think your earrings are on the wrong way, by the way.”

Polnareff reaches for one of his ears, and in his post-morning sex daze, realized he put them in backwards. You quickly sipped your coffee to hide your laugh and reddening cheeks as he fixed them, looking to you for help.

[another-bad-art-blog]

actually if you bothered to do research; jacksepticeye's main demographic is late teens and young adults. i don't understand antisepticeye or whatever and am not really a fan of jack myself, but maybe do research next time, anon. the whole 'anti' thing originated by the fandom but jack himself has referenced it by doing event or something? i'm not sure, but damn do your fucking research 'nonny. i don't see how the anti thing is bad unless you're trying to say edgy=bad lmao

 First: you got me right while I was procrastinating so ur all out of luck

second: did you just call me ‘nonny’? As an insult? As in hey nonny nonnyby violent femmes?

It seems like u took a while to type out this message to a random blog that you dont have to talk about jamesewageoptical and his really strange edgy shit. I dont think edgy is bad inherently. I can see a few things that are really fun and might be considered as edgy. Its hard to find an example bc the medium is so swamped by things like darkiplier and anitwhatevereye. Most of them are  made by early teens which is the sad part.its not because it is made by children in their early teens its because most of the talk about these glitchy,dark eyed,just hitting the amount of blood youre allowed to have without being demonetized is mostly ‘oh my GAWD theyre so fucking hawt’ which isnt bad necessarily?   I mean that is a staple of the boy band industry which also preys on young kids emotions via ‘i know youre insecure so my weird 40 yr old executives and I will play pathos and talk about how YOURE beautiful and wonderful and putting them in the mouths of these cute teenage boys.”  Thats not the same thing bc its not 40 yr old executives its 20 yr old guys online who play video games and laugh at fanfiction of themselves jacking off another youtuber which was probably written by a fourteen year old who idolizes him and his constituents. Its just really creepy to me about how they welcome photos of themselves as sexy devils who in multiple fanfiction rape other male youtubers. Now his fandom is mostly girls at least on tumblr and young ones at that who are already exposed to the environment of gay fetishization and without even realizing it early sexualization from the influx of ‘i want this man to cum in me’, ‘I want this man (whos in his late 20s early 30s) to raw me until Im crying.’ it mostly just its just gross to me bc it isnt just edgy bs its the fact that these men are enabling children into an early experience of sexuality with the jokes they make, the content they share, and the community that they help to create . I just dont want to see kids go through the thought that rape and abuse is ‘hawt yaoiz.’ Also his content is kinda lame

-Mod cat