#why am I slightly tumblr famous

[not-a-spiderplant]

WHY IS MY POST THE TOP POST UNDER THE AO3 TAG?!??!??!??

This is absolutely wild guys I did not realize I was this relatable and/or funny

[deep-fried-egg]

(I am deep-fried-egg. I am not stealing fics.)

Full throttle

Warnings: inaccurate explanation of illegal street racing, g!p, lesbians

Smut below this shit 👇👇👇

Tara is an illegal street racer. is she ashamed? not at all. she's proud of herself! she's the most famous street racer in all of New York. anyone can recognize that powder blue 1976 AMC racer from miles away. and everyone knows it's her because of how beat up it is.

Now y/n is her nemesis. Tara has never been able to beat y/n in a race and has made it her life mission for the past 3 years.

Y/n is the only person Tara can't beat actually. somehow Tara constantly fucking loses against her. Tara doesn't give up though.

This time Tara got a little distracted per se during this race and here's why:

"Why do you keep racing me, Tara? It's not like you ever win!" Y/n yelled from where she was sitting in the car next to Tara who looked like she was making a plan on how to win the world cup.

Tara rolled her eyes at y/n's statement and just said. "Because I can" with so much confidence in herself. Y/n smirked slightly at Tara but then just said "Well you're going to need to be faster Tara if you're going to win." which honestly pissed Tara off because she could still win if she wanted to.

Y/n just shook her head at Tara's stubbornness and went back to looking through her phone while waiting for Tara to get ready. Tara looked over at y/n who seemed to be scrolling through Tumblr or something. Y/n had this thing for Tumblr. Kind of weird but who cares.

"Alright, I'm ready." Tara smacked the roof of y/n's cat before getting into her own. y/n smiled at Tara who gave her the middle finger back before driving off towards their first race. which was about a mile away.

before they knew it the race was starting and they had to rev their engines before starting. just to show off a little. Tara immediately went full speed as soon as she could go. She made sure to never hit the brake pedal to keep her pace up. she felt the rush. the adrenaline coursing through her body. She loved doing this. speeding her car down an empty street. racing her biggest enemy. the one girl she was determined to win against.

Tara's heart began pounding and her breathing quickened as she approached closer and closer to the finish line. As soon as her mind started focusing on the win she was about to have under her belt she looked outside the passenger's window (big mistake) and saw y/n lift her shirt and bra to flash Tara which caused Tara to rapidly lose speed and y/n ended up winning the race yet again.

Tara started spacing off as she could feel her cock start getting erect at the thought of seeing y/n's tits again. She couldn't help it really, y/n was just irresistible.

the moment Tara stepped out of her car she stormed towards y/n and pushed her front onto the roof of her car. "that wasn't fucking fair y/n." She hissed into the h/c girl's ear as she gripped her hips tightly. y/n let out a small gasp as she could feel Tara's dick pressing up against her thigh.

"you cheated." Tara continued pushing into her and letting her hands slide under the hem of y/ns shirt so she could trace over the smooth skin of y/ns stomach. y/n squirmed at Tara's touch. "you cheated." Tara repeated as she bit his shoulder and then made a suggestion.

"we should move this into MY car. I want to feel like a winner." Tara suggested with a sly smile causing a shiver to run down y/n's spine. y/n nodded and allowed Tara to pull y/n towards her car so she could open the door to the backseats and fucking ruin her.

Tara struggled to open the back door because there was a large dent near the handle which made it difficult to open the door. y/n giggled at Tara's struggle before opening the door herself with no problems.

Tara rolled her eyes before climbing into the backseat with y/n following shortly afterward. y/n shut the door to the backseat firmly before she turned her head to look at Tara.

Tara pushed y/n down so she could straddle her thighs. Tara then lifted y/n's shirt and gently bit the skin of y/ns shoulder.

"Tell me I'm a better racer or I'm not fucking you." Tara whispered in y/ns ear and y/n swallowed hard before saying, "y - yeah you are! you're a better racer than me!" Tara grinned at y/n response. y/n's voice cracked when she said that and Tara smiled even more before biting Y/n's collarbone.

Tara unhooked y/n's bra before she saw those beautiful breasts and she almost moaned at the sight.

"Fuck. I've been wanting to do this." Tara murmured against y/n's neck. Tara felt her goblin instincts take over and she quickly rid both herself and Y/n of the rest of their clothes before settling between Y/n's legs.

y/n gasped at Tara's sudden movements as she felt Tara position herself and push in without thinking.

"fuck.." Tara mumbled as she started thrusting inside y/n. Tara didn't know where her self-control went. every part of her body ached for this woman. she only wanted to fuck her, to take her all night long.

but y/n doesn't deserve it. not after all of that winning she's been doing! Tara thought bitterly as she continued to thrust into y/n harder and harder. She groaned at the thought of how badly she wanted to make y/n cry out in pleasure. to beg for her release. to scream out her name. but she kept quiet and didn't say anything instead continuing to pound into y/n mercilessly.

Tara reached down to grab y/n's hips so she can thrust in a little easier. y/n wrapped her legs around Tara's waist in response.

"fucking hell Tara! I - oh fuck!" Tara watched as y/n arched her back in ecstasy. the sound of y/n's moans, her breathy whimpers, made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling. but it also made her feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

she wanted to hear y/n scream like this again and again. to hear her beg for her to take her. to taste her. to feel her. Tara wanted y/n to forget everything and just come undone beneath her. Tara wants y/n to give her what she needs. Tara thrusts a few more times before she cums deep inside y/n. Tara kept on thrusting though, even if she was getting overstimulated.

"o-oh fuck Tara! I'm going to cum!" Tara suddenly pulled out of y/n before she could cum which made y/n whine in disappointment.

"oh my god, y/n don't be such a baby. I'll let you cum at some point! I just need to teach you a little lesson." Tara told y/n who just rolled her eyes at Tara's words and pouted. "I hate you." y/n said as she crossed her arms against her chest and glared at Tara who just chuckled lightly at y/n's reaction.

"no, you don't," Tara said before slipping back inside of y/n once again. Y/n was panting now which Tara took great pleasure in. Y/n grabbed Tara's hair and buried her face into Tara's neck. Tara felt satisfied hearing y/n whimper her name and she smirked at the sound.

"Tara please...please! I need you to make me cum." Y/n pleaded desperately which caused Tara to roll her eyes at y/n's words and started moving in and out of y/n slowly while listening to her cries of satisfaction. Tara knew that she was getting close to her climax. Tara could practically see y/n coming apart underneath her. "god! You're killing me, Tara..." Y/n breathed out, "Come on! I'm so fucking close!"

Tara just laughed at y/n's desperate pleas. "you're so cute when you're needy, y/n." Tara said teasingly and Y/n just growled lowly as she tried to move herself on Tara's throbbing cock. Tara pulled out once again since she didn't want y/n to cum too soon.y/n was panting heavily by now and Tara couldn't help the grin from forming on her lips.

"you are SO fucked up." Y/n growled angrily at Tara.

"maybe. but you should have thought about that before you made me lose the fucking race. now get out of my car and go home."

"but I didn't even-"

"no buts. I would have won if you didn't flash me y/n." Tara stated as y/n climbed out of the car. "don't think I won't do this again if you make me lose another race."

[hacked-by-jake]

Hey HBJ, How are u? :)

as we are remembering things....CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT IN MOONVALE WE WILL BE ABLE TO READ FANFICS?? I keep imagining that Jake and MC became so famous that people created FANFICS about the two of them or about the Duskwood case itself, I was surprised by this decision by everbyte and I believe that they read a lot of fanfics from extremely talented authors in the fandom and want to somehow reproduce it in the new game.

(I imagine Jake reading these fanfics in the game and being embarrassed when he finds a hot one)

Hey Ho, dear Anon. Nice to see you here! Doing alright, I guess, thank you so much for asking. How about you?

Well, yes! Absolutely needed to remember. Tbh, after finishing episode 10, the last few days I really had to think about it excessively, I still don’t know what to think about it. I mean, I don’t know any game or similar that that has ever done this. It's so, wow. And also 'wtf' xD

And in fact, I have the same theory as you, which would definitely make a lot of sense, if not most sense. And that’s why I don’t know exactly what to make of it, especially, what fanfictions will they use? And how exactly it is going to be, ahhhh. It's crazy, definitely.

Another possibility would be that it is something like another forum, only this time for writers or something. Or another library-like thing. I mean, had this two things in duskwood. And finding some 'books' aka fanfictions there would be interesting as well. Or yeah, like in the forum, people shared their written things.

This is a huge mystery, tbh. I can’t believe Everbyte just dropped that question and then didn’t mention it ever again. How can they do this to us? 😭 It's truly tormenting my thoughts. xD

However, I am also a bit afraid of how it will be and how exactly it will turn up. I mean, this could get a lot of people into fanfiction who don’t know or appreciate this kind of creativity. I feat it could also lead to hate for the authors or for people making jokes about it etc. So I really hope everything is going to be careful with it.

And also, gosh, if they read fanfiction... PLEASE NO. I mean, I don’t know if they know about tumblr and the fandom but just imagine it is... WAHHHHH. A bit embarrassing, tbh. But also kinda cool. Because it's absolutely right, we have so many amazing writer in this community and I would love it when Everbyte knows about them. They writer deserve to be appreciated for it.

And, Jake reading some smut about him and MC... I LOVE THIS so much. It would be so funny and well, hot. This imagine is incredible. Also that other people around MC would know about these type of fanfiction and that people wrote some including MC. Call me weird but I love that as well. Hehe. It is definitely a slightly different way to show off. But it's a good way.

Thank you for this reminder, dear Anon. Seriously. I'm anxious but to thrilled about it and I can't wait to see what Everbyte came up with for us. I already see us all going insane about it on Tumblr. xD

I hope you're having an amazing day or evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. <3

[pencey-pea]

would we read an almost famous inspired rayrard fanfic or am i just being autistic

(more info under the cut)

quick disclaimer uh no i didnt make bert evil like the 12 year olds on wattpad do, and tw for drugs, alcohol, and slurs but this is tumblr what did u expect

Summary

Its 1978, and Ray Toro is an aspiring rock journalist, someone who is absolutely in love with music, but is decidedly uncool. He's an awkward teenager, and doesn’t know his way around the scene. But since his idol, legendary writer Reagan Campbell, gave him an assignment, he hasn’t lost faith.

It’s 1978, and Gerard Way is the it-boy of the rock scene, and he isn’t even in a band. He just lounges around and looks pretty, loves the music, and pretends like he doesn’t care that everyone pretends they haven’t slept with him, even though they definitely have. He’s the epitome of cool, the definition of carefree. He’s been around since he was 16, but to be fair, that was only two years ago.

When Ray is assigned to report on the up and coming band Stillwater, will he be able to write his article, or will he be distracted by the eccentric “band-aid” and the drama of the scene?

Prolouge

The blank page sat on the cluttered desk, with hastily taken notes falling off the edge and drifting to the floor. Textbooks and jam-packed notebooks with post-it notes sticking out had been moved to the floor as well. Not enough room on the desk. Records and magazines and cut out articles surrounded him, making little skyscrapers of paper and vinyl. In the middle of it all was a typewriter, slightly shimmering under the hot desk lamp and untouched by the boy in front of it, who was chewing on his cuticles as he stared down the blank page like a formidable foe. In the back, “The Prettiest Star” by David Bowie played softly, skipping slightly at some points

He knew that it wasn’t really that big of a deal. He realized— as he ran a hand through his long tawny curls—that he was probably gonna write this one little assignment and then be told that his writing wasn't good enough or special enough, and he would go back to becoming a lawyer or whatever his mom wanted him to do. He knew that Reagan probably just gave him this assignment to get him off his back, to get the crazed fan with wild dreams of becoming a journalist far away from him. But still. If he did this right, he could possibly get published in Cream magazine. Or maybe just get a little closer to it. He thought a little too hard and but down on his cuticle, making it prick with a little droplet of blood.

“Shit,” He cursed as he unfolded himself from the pretzel-like position he was in and speed walked his way into the kitchen. He stretched to reach the top of one of the cabinets, grabbed the first-aid kit, and wrapped a band-aid around his finger. Just as he was putting away the kit, his mother walked in.

“Sweetie! Why did you have the First-aid out?” She asked, concern lacing her tone. Before he could answer she grabbed his hand and examined his finger, eyebrows furrowing. “I told you, you’ve gotta stop chewing on your fingers like that!” She sighed, dropping his hand and turning to the stove. “What made you hurt yourself like that anyways? You only do that when you’re nervous.” He shrugged.

“The journalism piece i was given,” He mumbled.

“What? You know I don't like mumbling, Ray,” His mother scolded, pouring something into the pot on the stove.

“It’s just that journalism piece I was told to finish. The one about Black Sabbath? 700 words due on Tuesday, and I haven't even started writing.” Ray lamented, pinching his nose bridge as he talked. All he got in reply was a petty and tight-lipped “hm.”

“Well, honey, just remember that writing articles about rock bands is a very hit and miss economy. Don’t bank on making it,” His mom pointed out, clearly trying to discourage her son. Ray tried to calm himself, taking a slow breath in.

“I know.” He said shortly, fists clenched a bit. He stormed back to his room. Back to the blank page.

—

Everything was a bit hazy as he stumbled around the room. Someone shoved another bottle into his hand and he happily chugged it down as he tried to remember if that was his 7th or 8th beer that day. Somehow a giant pink feather boa had made its way around his shoulders, and he strutted around as best as he could, given the fact that he couldn’t really walk straight.

He felt all eyes on him, the skinny young boy with a girlish stare and a tiny waist and long black hair, who nobody cared to ask the age of. The fag. The unspoken beauty, the ultimate edition trading card of the rock scene with a little voice of sweet bells. The one they were all too afraid to admit to sleeping with. He smiled as he spotted Bert, who he made his way over to.

“Hey Gee, are you enjoying the party?” He asked, tired eyes and faraway voice high off of something. Acid, Gee guessed.

“Yeah! I think it’s the best one ever since I joined you guys!” He yelled over the loud music, giggling and shooing away a girl next to Bert and taking her place. He instantly felt at home by his side, settling into the garish green velvet couch that gave way beneath his small figure. Bert didn’t talk to him, instead focusing on a group of girls, but he did let him sit next to him like a little accessory. Gee didn’t mind, he knew that Bert had to kinda pretend like he didn’t care, like he wasn’t sleeping with the fag. Gee was greeted by groupies and roadies and singers and guitarists and tech guys, some who offered drugs or alcohol, or simply just a friendly face. He responded to them, bubbly as ever, even though the slight vertigo had started to settle in.

A bag of white powder was suddenly thrown onto the coffee table in front of the two, like a fresh carcass dropped right in front of starving hyenas. Gee was never one for cocaine, he didn't like the sensation of it going up his nose, and the nosebleeds were far from desirable. But Bert held up the bag, so Gee held up his arm, and they both did two lines. Gee felt funny afterwards, and said so to Bert, or maybe just the room.

“Just give it a moment, darlin’, it’ll settle,” He reassured him, patting Gee’s thigh discreetly as he leaned over to grab a half finished beer. Gee did just that, but when he tried to stand, he couldn’t.

“Bert… I don't think I can stand,” He slurred, leaning back against the couch. Bert looked down at his watch and glanced around.

“That’s alright, I'll take you back to your room. You think you’ll remember this tomorrow?” How sweet, Gee thought, he’s checking to see how wasted i am. He cares.

Gee thought for a bit, and then slowly started to shake his head. “Mmmm… Probably… Not.” He decided, smiling and giggling, eyes red. Bert smiled back.

“Jeez. I’ll make sure you get back safe, don’t worry,” Bert assured, hooking his arm under Gee’s and hoisting him up. Gee thought he might’ve heard him and Bert say goodbye to people, but his mind was too fuzzy to decode things like words. Once they got out of the suite, Bert picked Gee up bridal style, and took him to his room, as promised. He stumbled through the door, immediately heading for the bathroom. Bert followed after him and held his hair back, rubbing his back and shushing him sweetly.

The last thing Gee remembered was hurling his guts out, his nose bleeding, then Bert’s eyes.

“God you’re hot when you’re wasted like this,”

idk if i want to go through with this idea, so feedback and rb’s are greatly appreciated!!!!

[gavindna]

Uhh here’s a list of my favorite men in order from undead unluck I guess

Spoilers ahead or something

(Billy and tella have been omitted because I’m not a homewrecker like that)

1. Void volks

I know controversial opinion but my number one is not Andrew the undead, I just think void is really really hot and as the sluttyness ranker person put it Andrew is oversaturating his nudity, void’s tendency to be shirtless is hot to me or something. I like his hair and muscles too (duh)

Honorable mentions!!

Burn any phase and spoil phase one are both really hot but unfortunately it’s a Billy tella homewrecker thing except they’re not actually in a relationship just yet so it wouldn’t technically be homewrecking but they’d be happier with each other than me. I also don’t wanna burn to death and/or get turned into a zombie mid sex so yeah.

2. Spring

Spring my beloved <<<3333 only reason why he’s not number one is that he is a UMA and I don’t want god to take over his body to kill me because I feel like that would make spring really sad (I mean I would die too but I’m more worried about springs happiness) I also feel like spring, being a UMA is in general unattainable. I feel like there’s a 75% of me turning into a cherry blossom tree and I’m not really into that the adventure zone bury your gays ass shit.

3. Creed

Woah hit famous tumblr user GavinDNA Andy isn’t even in your top three or honorable mentions?? How could you?? I apologize but creed is just very hot to me. As king cope on the UUcord put it I feel like undecrease could be VERY fun in bed. He’s also really big and I find that hot + scars are awesome

4. Sean (100th loop)

Controversial to put Sean (especially first loop version) above Andrew I know but like. The third eye kinda does things for me. I feel like some very fun consensual stuff could be done with unseen and I’m down for it

Honorable mentions!! (This time of humans lmfao)

Victor, Nico, Feng, enjin, and shen are all way too in love with their wives (except for feng, who’s way too obsessed with Fuuko to acknowledge my existence(yes I am counting ramen as enjin’s wife)) and are therefore all way too unattainable. If they weren’t Nico would probably go between Sean and creed, victor would go between spring and void, 100th loop feng would go between spring and creed, and 101st loop feng wouldn’t go anywhere because we’re both bottoms and it would just be an embarrassing experience for all involved. Shen wouldn’t go anywhere either because I don’t think there’s a universe where he and mui aren’t in love and I really don’t want mui to kill me. I just don’t really dig enjin so he’s not going anywhere.

All I’m gonna say about the hypothetical placements is that apparently old men are IN this season.

5. Andy

Buff, hung, hot, great personality, prone to risk, what more could a girl want?? I could maybe hypothetically date him before he and Fuuko meet but after I have absolutely no chance, like, at all. Once again I love his hairstyle and his scar is hot. For some reason the card just sticking out of his forehead does something to me too, and the way his left eye is always slightly more closed than his right eye… ough.

6. Hair down Andy

Just Andy with a slightly worse hairstyle. Still a good hair style and still hot, I just don’t really like how it hides his scar.

(Dis)honorable mentions

Rip is unattainable because he won’t let himself get over leila even though leila tried to get him and Latla together, just an ick of a guy. Also his eyepatch is HIDEOUS and you guys don’t talk about that fact enough

Ruin is for sure into some freaky shit and I’m not gonna kink shame him as long as it’s all consensual and nobody gets hurt but I just don’t dig that. There’s also the fact that he’s 1.) probably gonna be like “I’ve devoted my body to god, die” If you ask to hit that, and 2.) he’s almost definitely a bottom so it would just be awkward for the two of us. He cute tho, I dig the hair and tats

[peanutpinet]

Fear - Alpha Jungwoo x Omega Fem Reader

A/N: So!! I've officially hit 300 followers on Tumblr and an honour for this and my 69th post 😏 (no smut I swear), I decided to dedicate this fic to a good friend I made on Tumblr, @mymoodwriting!! Lin!! This one is for you :]

Warning: fluff, near harassment, torture, Jungwoo being aggressive :D

Summary: you were an omega that managed to escape to the city and make a living with your natural talents. Despite loving the freedom and independence, your omega side decides something else; especially when a soft alpha pops by

Don’t have too high of an ambition they said. You’re just an omega, don’t think highly of yourself. You’re just made to be an alpha’s mate in the end. That’s what everyone kept telling you. Even your own pack back in the small town you used to live in. Well, they were wrong. Just because you were an omega, it doesn’t mean you can’t have ambitions.

So here you are, working for an upper-class cafe in the centre of the city that is dedicated to the wealthiest, flashiest alphas and betas from all over the country. Sometimes you’d like to thank the universe for gifting you with such amazing baking skills because that was the main reason why you were you were accepted; even though you secretly know that it was also because of your omega scent which most of the alphas would smell. But you were lucky because so far, no alphas have actually made a move or anything towards you.

You were happy in the city. Granted, you didn’t stay in the best place nor did you have a lot of money to be able to spend a lot on yourself. However, you weren’t too picky about it. You were quite content that you could get a decent place and good enough pay to live in the city and still enjoy the little pleasures of life.

Today was no difference. You woke up at 6 am as per usual, took a shower, got dressed and headed to the cafe where you worked. Since you typically took the morning shift, there was little to no staff but you didn’t mind, you enjoyed the quiet time. You put on your earphones and started to prepare all the pastries for the day.

However, you failed to notice that there was a customer that had already come into the store and was wondering where the staff were. Typically, the cafe would open as early as 6.30 and there would be others that would tend to the early morning customers. But for some reason, today, it was you and the other pastry chefs.

“Um, excuse me, is there anyone here?” a male voice called out

But despite the soft tone, your omega self immediately noticed that it was an alpha and for some reason, your omega self caved in and pushed you to go out of the kitchen to greet the alpha that was waiting outside. This was one of the few downsides of being an omega, especially in the big city.

“H-hi, welcome. Sorry, for some reason, w-we, we’re short on staff this early in the morning. C-can I get you something?” you stuttered, mainly because your omega side was slightly cowering, that is until you met the alpha’s gaze that quickly soften when he saw you

“Oh, hi! I didn’t know. Sorry that I had to make you come out. But my usual coffee shop is closed today, for some weird reason. And I heard that this place makes some of the best coffee and pastries. I’ll just have a typical americano and some pastries. What would you recommend?” the alpha asked, eyeing all the different pastries

“R-right away. For the pastries, I’d recommend getting our famous tartes or eclairs. We just made some fresh batch in the back. I can bring them to you if, if you’d like” you offered, keying in the alpha’s order

“One tarte and eclair then! I’ll be right by the window then. Oh, and the name is Jungwoo. For the coffee, you know. Cause coffee shops would typically call the name though you probably don’t have to since I’m the only one here this early” the alpha, Jungwoo mentioned, handing you his black card to pay

“No worries. I’ll get your order very soon, Jungwoo. Just let me whip you some coffee” you replied, giving him a soft smile and handing him back his card before going to make some coffee

Even though you typically handle the pastries and baking goods, it doesn’t mean that you don’t know how to make coffee. I mean, you practically run on coffee every day. After whipping the alpha, Jungwoo’s coffee, you packed the two pastries he ordered then went over to his table, handing it to him.

“Here you go. A cup of americano, one tarte and one eclair for Jungwoo” you mentioned, handing him his order as he turned to see you, his eyes were so soft that if you weren’t an omega, you might’ve not known that he was an alpha

“Thank you. Sorry again for having you go out of your daily job to fetch me these” Jungwoo replied, taking a sip of the coffee you made and let out a content hum

“As expected a delicious coffee made by a gorgeous girl. Looks like I found my new favorite coffee shop” Jungwoo hummed as you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. If Jungwoo couldn’t tell that you were an omega, he surely must have now by how your omega side was jumping with excitement that an alpha was praising you

“Unfortunately. As much as I want to stick around, I have to leave for a meeting with my pack very soon. I hope to see you often, cupcake” Jungwoo exclaimed, getting up and winking at you before he leaves

Snapping out of your thoughts, you were about to clean the table where Jungwoo had sat but noticed a small piece of paper with Jungwoo’s name and what seems to be his phone number plus some money for tips. Very smooth, you thought to yourself. As much as you’d like to take the money as a tip, Jungwoo gave around 100 dollars which was too much and you just kept it until the next time he comes.

Ever since that meeting, Jungwoo has been showing up at the cafe not only in the mornings but even during lunch break. At first, he would just pop by and order with someone else and just sit by his favourite spot of the cafe which was near the window, sip on his coffee and secretly glance over at you that was working at the back but occasionally come out to hand Jungwoo his order.

But soon after, Jungwoo had been a bit more daring, requesting you to order. Which you didn’t mind and even your co-workers would also nudge you whenever Jungwoo came to the cafe. The two of you even got to talk a bit more every time Jungwoo would come and visit. Though, you truly wonder if he knows that you’re an unclaimed omega and is playing with you.

As much as your omega side loves to be around Jungwoo, feeling safe and all, you can’t help but feel that it was just a dream. An alpha not even jumping at the chance to claim an unclaimed omega? Or were your omega senses messing with you that you accidentally established him as an alpha? You sighed at the thought. Maybe when you have the week off thanks to your heat, it’ll bring you some answers. Thankfully, your boss and co-workers were nice enough to not cut your payment and even gave you some suppressants to keep you tamed.

Today, you were allowed to go home early since you were expecting your heat to come in 2 days so might as well get home early so you don’t draw so much attention. Unfortunately, your omega side was betraying on you because it keeps longing for Jungwoo. The thought alone made your body heat up and you didn’t notice that your scent was slowly seeping through the streets that some were eyeing you.

You need to get home. Now. You quickly took longer steps and in a faster paced, trying to get home as fast as you can before any betas or worse, any other alphas would come after you. It was also at this time that your omega side sort of mentally cursed at you for not telling Jungwoo anything which you decided to mentally curse back by implementing the thought that he was practically a flirt. Well, you’ve only seen him slightly flirt with some of your other co-workers and that sort of made your omega side burning with jealousy. But luckily, none of them actually got Jungwoo’s number like yours.

As you were in your own thoughts, you got a notification, a message from Jungwoo. Asking why did you leave the cafe early. You were about to reply him when someone snatched your phone and before you could react, you were dragged and pinned to the nearest wall, a hand covered your mouth to muffle your voice, a simple snarl and it immediately made your omega side cower in fear, wishing, praying that someone, perhaps Jungwoo, would come to save you.

You tried your best to fight back, you really did. But since you were just an omega, the lowest amongst this system that you hate, you had to oblige to those who are in more power than you are. You hated it. You hate the feeling of being weak, and helpless. Because if you weren’t a werewolf, you were sure that you would most likely fight back without any hesitation.

“Well, well, an omega going to heat in the city? Where’s your alpha? Or perhaps you don’t have one? Maybe we’ll take you with us and we’ll take care of you, huh?” one of the betas purred at your ear whereas the other one was caressing your cheek

Despite your omega side repressing itself, it doesn’t discreet the fact that you were clearly uncomfortable and would shift yourself to try and wiggle out but the two betas were eager to keep you in place. You feel disgusted that your omega side was betraying you and being submissive that these disgusting betas had their hands all over you that you were whimpering.

Luckily, before these betas could do anything, you felt that their hands were ripped off of you and for some reason, your omega side started to calm down and you instantly know why that side of you calm down because when you opened your eyes, you immediately saw that tall broad shoulder yet snatched waist. But this time, he wasn’t alone. He was with two other men, one taller and another one slightly shorter than Jungwoo himself.

Within seconds, Jungwoo and the two other men managed to put down the two betas and even stepped on top of the betas, growling at them when they were tempted to move even by the inch. Heck, one of them might’ve “accidentally” cracked a bone whilst the beta was moving. Jungwoo however was more concerned about your well-being and the fact that he and his two friends most likely can smell you.

“Are you alright? I already had a feeling when I went to the cafe and you weren’t there. Your co-workers also told me about your heat so I bought you some suppressants. Here, let’s get you home, alright?” Jungwoo softly mentioned, gently taking your shaken hands

“Ya!! Who do you think you are stepping us like this!” one of the betas growled as Jungwoo’s taller friend growled back, immediately shutting the beta up

“If you want to last a day here I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Get them out of here. I’ll deal with them once I’m done” Jungwoo growled, his eyes flashing a bright red colour, making the two betas cower in fear and his two friends took them away

“Now, let’s get you home, alright?” Jungwoo cooed at you, bringing you back to your place and immediately making you drink your suppressants

“T-thank you. I, umm. H-how did you know where I was?” you mumbled, getting all cozy in your bed while Jungwoo brought you some warm tea

“Your scent is very particular. I mean, you’re an omega after all. It wasn’t that hard to tell since the first time I came and you were the first to come out and greet me. Also, not sure if it’s because I remembered your scent but when I came to the cafe before, I can still smell your scent lingering that I followed it. Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to know about me being an alpha like this and I surely didn’t mean to engrave your scent into my mind like this. I honestly don’t know what happened, but it just did. C-can we still stay friends?” Jungwoo replied, trying to focus on his breathing to distract him from your scent since he was in your property

“Actually…I’m thankful. I’m thankful that it was you that came to the cafe. That is was you that remembered my scent because, I, I don’t know w-what would’ve happened if…” you uttered out but Jungwoo was quick to shut you up by kissing your temple

“I’m glad then because you have no idea how much I’ve been holding back” Jungwoo snickered, both your noses were rubbing against each other while you whimpered under his touch

“Jungwoo…” you whimpered but Jungwoo chuckled and tucked you in

“Next time, alright. We’ll save that for next time, I promise. You get lots of rest and take your suppressants daily. If you want, I can book you a hotel for heats but we’ll talk about that tomorrow. You’ve had a long day. Sleep” Jungwoo whispered, lulling you to sleep

Once Jungwoo was sure that you were finally asleep, he quietly sneaked out of your room and back to his own apartment where he shared with his own pack, a pack that was filled with alphas, the biggest, scariest and richest pack in the city, NCT.

Arriving at one of the spare rooms, Jungwoo was met with Johnny and Yuta, two of his pack mates that accompanied him to find you since they were eager to meet the omega who managed to capture one of the softest alpha in the pack.

“You still smell like her, you know” Yuta pointed out

“So? Those two wouldn’t dare do a thing” Jungwoo replied, taking a step closer to the two betas

“They might go a bit feral. They don’t really have the control over their animalistic side like we do” Johnny reminded, standing on the right side of Jungwoo whilst Yuta was on the left

“Like I say, they wouldn’t dare to do anything. Would you?” Jungwoo barked, his eyes flashed red as the two betas whimpered

“Good. Now” Jungwoo crouched down to the same height as the betas. “I want you to know that you can scream if you need to, you can even cry, but just know that the more you do the more I enjoy it.” Jungwoo smirked as his claws were dug into one of the betas thighs that blood seeped through and flow until it stained the floor, matching Jungwoo’s current eye colour

“Let this be a lesson. I may be known as the softer alpha of the pack. But. If you ever touch what is mine ever again. I’ll kill you myself. And, when I kill. No one will ever know where you went off to” Jungwoo threatened, licking the blood on his claws

A/N: thank you to all that follow me on Tumblr and those who read, like, reblog and even comment on my posts T^T it means so much and I truly feel quite welcomed in this community and fandom!! I know my writing still sucks and I hope to improve more in the future!! Take care and stay safe everyone :) xoxo Vinet

[wrengrif]

why friends whyyyyyy

Me: *fiddling around Tumblr in my interests, as you do. Chuckling at a pretty funny Dr. Who post. Completely unaware.*

Neil Gaiman's Tumblr: E x i s t s.

Me: Oh cool! Neil answered more fan asks! He's so nice!

*reading*

*going pale*

*still reading*

oh god no don't ASK HIM FOR THINGS. NOT IN SEASON 3! ARE YOU MAD?!

Fan: I am going to ask you for the same thing e v e r y d a y.

Neil Gaiman's Tumblr: So what you're saying is You Never Want To See This Again?

Me: *falling on knees* You fool! You've just fell (hah, fell, get it) for one of the greatest blunders in trying to influence a writer! The most famous is trying to get them to write about a land war in Asia! Only slightly less known is Annoying A Writer When Season 3 Is On The Line!

[neelamkishabdvaahini]

Stardust

Our relations define us. Our life is a product of who we meet, know, or live with. It has been 955 days and 22,920 hours since I posted my first blog post here. It is now time for a small revealer.

I was not even in middle school when my Nani (maternal grandma) passed away. To be truly honest, I never came to understand her properly. When she was running behind me, I was busy enjoying my new world out of mom's uterus, and when I got some sense, she said goodbye. So she was 'Neelam.'

But this blog isn't about her. It was never about her. She wasn't a poet, writer, or a philosopher. And she did not possibly teach me any of the things I write here on Tumblr. Then what did that old lady do that she has her name written right on the top?

'Vaahini' in Hindi means channel. And my pretty granny decided to make me a delicate channel. So, some stardust was sprinkled on me by my grandma (who is possibly enjoying a glass of wine with the Gods now). And that canon event has led to all the beautiful writing I do. My Nani gave birth to my mother, but that is not too big of an accomplishment.

Nani, you still deserve a million thank yous, and well yes a blog by your name for doing something magnificent. Thank you Nani for raising a girl who is much more than my mother. 

PS: She is not at all like you and does not make better food as well.

Thank you Nani for making me fall in love with the festival- Janamashtmi. It was because of you that I dressed up as Radha and sang in my very horrible voice a famous Bhajan dedicated to Lord Krishna.

As a writer, I have had many Eureka moments, and I know that it is your stardust that brings me all those values you couldn't give me in your lifetime.

On a slightly different note...

We go to Uttarakhand every year. Every year it is. My mother loves it and now I have to love it too. I have literally visited every inch of this state. From Haridwar to Chamoli and from Dehradun to Nainital, there is beauty, beauty, and beauty. Aesthetic, spiritual, and cultural beauty. Too much beauty and altitude make me dizzy. But when you know it is the comfort destination for your mother, you end up loving even the mischievous monkeys that reside in every temple’s corridor. Believe it or not Mom, today when I am getting accepted by universities abroad, I understand why the snow in Uttrakhand is gold.

My mother has taught me what a family is. I can’t possibly say that we are the best family in the world because the life I am living with them is the only life I know about. And I can't possibly say that Mom you are the best mother because you are the only mother I have ever had. Plus that would be unfair to Nani. But what I can say is that I am the best version of myself today because I have you.

Happy Birthday Mumma!

This blog isn't the best description of you because you know you are not the best mother in the world.

 Nani, you have to help me choose. Which bhajan from your abundance am I supposed to sing next?

I greet the divine within you-"Namaste"

[suneeater]

odd bnha headcanons!

✎a/n: we had so much fun with these!! they're all just harmless headcanons that we thought of one day while joking around, so we thought to share them since we currently don't have time to write much^^

✰warnings: slightly nsfw

𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢.

she is a huge vocaloid fan, but her favourite is hatsune miku!

mei has tried to make several miku-bots in the past to try and replicate her, but none have managed to reach the divinity that is hatsune miku herself.

she will continue to try and make the perfect miku.

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐨.

mirio cries at sad pet commercials. all of them. even if they're completely and utterly horrible.

for example, that tiktok audio with the odd voiced-over dog: "I'm in heaven now!"... he cries at that too.

there could be a robbery going on, but that sounds more like a job for the police in his opinion. he's too busy scaling a tree to save a cat.

𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢.

he is a league-of-legends player

often plays with shigaraki, but he has absolutely no idea.

his online personality is the complete opposite from his usual self, and his every other word is a profanity.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.

everyone looks up to a hero, but her idols are the dallas cowboy cheerleaders.

her secret passion is knitting!

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨.

sero refuses to set things like keys and his wallet down, so he uses his tape to stick them to the wall! can't lose something that you taped to the wall, now can you?

if he doesn't have pockets, he just tapes stuff on himself or kaminari.

has taped kaminari to the door once. aizawa just sighed deeply and told them to pay for a new one, because they broke it while trying to get denki off the door.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢.

denki has a relatively popular tumblr account!

one of the things he posts on there is fanfiction and "headcanons" about the heroes from his generation (mostly his friends; there are a LOT of bakugou and sero scenarios)

(kaminari denki is the secret fourth mod of suneeater?! /j)

people comment things like: "wow these feel so accurate! its like you actually know dynamight lol"' and kaminari just giggles in his room, kicking his feet on his bed

he's also really good at writing. like... really good. there is a popular theory that he's a famous YA author undercover, when really he has just absorbed different writing styles. he's read more books than his classmates might assume^^

he has anime girl cardboard cutouts and obsessively plays dating simulators! his favourite ones are mystic messenger (down bad for 707 and ZEN) and doki doki literature club! (really likes yuri!! she likes literature just as much as he does)

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

has an only fans and she is thriving on there.

she could post a photo of herself wrapped up in a winter jacket, but her fans would eat it up, no complaints!

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬.

his friends joke that he is totally into trees. he has neither confirmed nor denied this accusation.

if you cut him open, you can count the rings inside to see how old he is.

𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬.

he has a nest in his apartment. no further explanation needed.

𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫.

just like his hair and facial hair, endeavor can turn his pubes into flames.

𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚.

aizawa listens to weird asmr to help him sleep.

his favourites include "kawaii catgirl meows you to sleep :3 no speaking!" and "cat purring sounds 12 hours"

he slides his phone into his pillows case and he's asleep almost immediately.

he absolutely owns a flask.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

often comes out with a bunch of books and other trinkets that just don't have any value at all, just have his face plastered on it.

all might is a self help book author. most of the advice inside is something along the lines of "just smile!"

he often says "if you’re poor, just work harder" and cannot comprehend why poverty exists

if he didn’t suffer erectile dysfunction, all might would exclaim "I am arriving!" during sex

he’s got nasty yellow toenails like a true old man

which is how the all might pedicure arc starts

he asks midoriya to help him with it because he can't even bend down enough anymore:

‘deku… call my podiatrist. the number is on the fridge’

[the fridge covered in drawings and letters most of it is midoriya's fanmail. you can't even see the actual fridge.]

he wrote the number on the back of a drawing izuku made him - he uses midoriya's fanmail as paper - he knows he's gonna write more anyway

all might unironically makes poems, but they're super bad.

here's a sneak peek from his upcoming poetry collection "Always All Might, Never No Might."

꧁the sea is blue and the people cheer as i come down to swoop and save them the villain falls to his knees tears falling from his eyes i cough up some blood time is running out.꧂☆

[verkja]

Author Ask Game

Thanks for the tag, @pleasestaywithmedarling ! This was interesting to do. Apologies if any of it is incoherent; I have a fever and am slightly out of my head.

Tagging… hm, @space-writes , @aria-benedetto , and anyone else who’d like to do this - no pressure, of course. :)

This is all in reference to my active WIP.

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

There isn’t one! I’m not trying to teach a lesson with this story. There are themes, I suppose, and topics on which it touches, but there is no ‘moral of the story.’ Any questions it poses go largely unanswered. Unless you want to make an argument that this is teaching via the Socratic method (which I’d rather not), it’s not intended to teach anybody anything.

While fiction can certainly be used to convey lessons, I think allegory can compromise other aims of a story. Characters written as symbols, used as tools to teach a lesson, are usually less realistic than those written as fictional people. Stories meant as lessons are ultimately about the real world, not a fictional world, and that’s not what I’m trying to write here.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Existing fantasy media had the strongest influence. Not many particular works - mainly genre conventions in general. Sometimes these are played straight, and sometimes played around with.

I did include a smattering of real-world, usually historical elements that just happen to interest me. For example, the method of making inksticks which is used in the city of Habrseng is based on how inksticks have historically been made in China.

Lastly, a fair amount of the worldbuilding is kind of made up out of whole cloth. The spirit arch in Pt. 4, for example, isn’t based on anything. I just thought it would be cool.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

What the protagonists are trying to achieve changes over the course of the story. Initially, Radomil doesn’t have much of a goal; he’s trying to distract himself from reality and the (presumably) inevitable future. Mures starts out wanting to see something that will make the world seem less disappointing, assuming he’ll die shortly afterward. Catha starts out interested in carving herself a place in legend.

Later, all three protagonists are mainly trying to resolve the plot, but beyond that their aims are up in the air. All of them have started to recognise that their initial goals, if any, are notably flawed, or perhaps not what they want after all.

As for what I’m trying to achieve with the characters - I want to tell a story about them! If readers find it inspiring, that’s great, but I’m writing this for myself. I suppose my main goal in regards to readers is evoking emotions. If I can make someone laugh or cry because of my characters, that’s brilliant.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

No idea! While I’m officially on Pt. 31 at the moment, due to prologues, interludes, and optional pieces, there are actually 38 chapters in the story so far. It’s roughly 110K words now, and I estimate it’ll end up around 150K, so… maybe 50ish chapters?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It’s original - all my writing on here is original fiction. I do write fanfic, but it stays on AO3 and is not linked to my tumblr. My active WIP will probably only be posted here; the only other place I can imagine posting it would be a dedicated website, if I ever do a rewrite/different version and format it as an ebook. I have no interest in traditional publishing, digital or otherwise.

When and why did you start writing?

In general? When I was young, maybe seven or eight, because I loved reading but couldn’t find quite what I wanted to read in existing media. That same combination of love and dissatisfaction continues to motivate me today. :’)

My active WIP? I’ve been daydreaming about the characters for years, but first noted some thoughts about them down in written form back in… oh, 2020? The first piece I wrote which ended up in the story itself (with some modification) was from early 2021. And I first posted a piece of the story on here in early 2022. As for why, it was because I really love these characters and wanted to nail down a solid story for them, rather than settling for endless AU daydreams.

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

Words of engagement? Eh, be… nice to other writers? Or words of encouragement, maybe - in the latter case, write what you want to write! Don’t worry about what what other people will think, if you can help it. You’ll get more out of writing that way.

I follow a bunch of other writers on here! Far too many to list. Some are whumpblr folks, some writeblr folks, some neither, and a few are with me in the weird netherworld between whumpblr and writeblr. I don’t really want to mention people by name because I know I’d forget someone, but - you know who you are. <3

Blank questions:

What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

How many chapters is your story going to have?

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

When and why did you start writing?

Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

[c0ffinshit]

Then I Saw Her (Ellison Oswalt x Reader) Part One

Part Two

A/N: thank you all for 100 followers on tumblr!

word count: 486

warnings: fluff

I am a writer; it’s what I do. For months, I will write some of my best and worst work. Typically, I hate writing. Some of the shit I put out into the world makes me want to rip out my hair. But I’ve won writing awards for some of my shittest work. You’re probably saying it counts as a career if you’ve won awards. But I don’t see it in the slightest. People don’t come to me in the streets and say, “Hey everyone! Its famous author Ellison Oswalt!” People don’t care about the artist. That’s why you don’t find out that Orson Welles was an asshole when you’re younger. People care about the art that they make. Nobody cares about that shit from the past unless it can last a lifetime or be printed thousands of times to last a lifetime. It’s stupid. Until you meet someone, that someone could be a girl or a guy. The important thing is that you meet them and your life changes. It happened to me a few times. Hell, I got married to a girl because I met her once, and it changed my life. But your soulmate doesn’t come when you want them to. It was a book signing in Seattle, of all places. The bookstore I was in was a warmly lit dump, for lack of a better word. I sat in a plastic fold-out chair with a plastic fold-out table in front of me. I silently wished they had a fold-out plastic version of me to sit there and sign books. When the signing finally opened, I had to sign two books before seeing her. I wish I could describe this gorgeous woman to you, but the minute I saw her, my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.

“Hi, sir, I’m a huge fan of your work,” she said, her hands slightly trembling.

Typically, when girls that looked like her would say that, I would reply the boring yet practical, “Thank you, I’m so glad you like my work.” But she’s different. She felt different.

“Really? I spent a lot of time writing and enjoying it. Who should I make this out to?” I managed to stutter out.

She giggles, “Could you make it out to (Y/N) (L/N)?”

I write her name, which felt smooth to write down on the book’s inside cover. My hand touched her as I handed it back to her. It felt so soft and small though she looked around my age.

“Thank you,” she whispers, sliding me a small piece of paper.

I unfolded the piece of paper to reveal a phone number, her phone number. And at the bottom of the note,  a small winking face with the message: call me when you get done signing books.

Maybe I would follow in Orson Welles’s footsteps. She doesn’t have to know…

[exeggcute]

dont feel obligated to post this but you asked on that one post why people accuse staff of being terfs and i dont wanna clog anyone's notifications so im sending an ask kjhgfdsgsgd sorry again feel free to ignore.

there was a situation where some popular blog made an accusatory post about a known member of staff openly having a case of Hogwarts House In Bio on their personal blog and it got hard deleted from the site for "encouraging violence towards staff." nobody could reblog it, the blog responsible for the post was terminated for violating tos, all physical evidence of the post existing (besides screenshots) isn't there anymore, etc. the post was kind of "mean" but in a way that was pretty typical for tumblr so staff's actions are widely considered an overreaction and/or indicator of sympathy for the transphobic population of the site.

okay I do remember when some marketing staffer was "ousted" as a hardcore harry potter fan (which like, to be fair, is reasonably tactless behavior at best and a sign of blatant transphobia at worst... although if there's one thing corporate marketing normies love it's harry potter so my money is on the former here) but this is preeeeetty flimsy evidence imo. like we all know how people on this website are. three days ago people were on the verge of doxxing me because I spent eight whole dollars wrong lol.

I have not read the entire tumblr terms of service because I read enough stupid technical jargon as it is but I am guessing there's some kind of specific clause in there that you can't be a dick to their employees, and even if there isn't I can 100% imagine why they'd delete a post that was directing negative (and/or potentially baseless) ire at an employee. I am also not an HR professional (thank god) but there's probably also something at play where you have to provide employees a safe working environment and that also includes an environment where twenty-somethings in your inbox aren't telling you to kill yourself or whatever.

like, I could totally be wrong! I know this is mostly speculation on my part, but it sounds like the evidence in favor of "tumblr is run by terfs" is also mostly speculation and we're sorta just getting into occam's razor territory here. if the evidence of a vast transphobic conspiracy is that tumblr shut down people who were being mean to an employee about liking what is (regrettably) one of the biggest media franchises in the world but not otherwise being overtly transphobic, my money is on boring corporate bullshit ever time. I can't imagine it even occurred to the people making these decisions that it was gonna come across badly; like, truthfully, I just don't think your average software company employee is tapped into the broader pop culture "guess which famous children's novelist was posting transphobic rants on twitter again" apparatus, let alone the microclimate of this website. the HR team at my work is mostly Extremely Extremely Offline (and very nice) middle-aged women and one slightly thotty gay dude from new jersey.

[shywhitemoose]

Tag Game to Better Know You

Thank you for the tag @jmobiwanspadawan  🤎

It’s been a long time since I’ve done one of these, and it was a nice distraction :)

What book are you currently reading?

Oh dear, not off to a great start. No books at the moment 😩

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I.. can’t remember the last time I was in a movie theatre?

What do you usually wear?

Most days: jeans, t-shirt, compression socks, fidget necklace, sneakers or birkenstocks. When I go to the office I wear a slightly nicer version of that :)

How tall are you?

5′5″ on an ambitious day

What’s your star sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Cancer. Famous birthday buddies? Nelson Mandela 💛

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

IRL, my name. On tumblr, a nice mix.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Oh gosh. I wanted to be so many things. Mother and environmental scientist were not on the list, but here I am 🤷‍♀️  I suppose I did want to be an artist, which technically I am? I just don’t like doing it for money, ha. I also wanted to be, in no particular order of preference: zookeeper, surgeon, finishing carpenter, beach bum, baker, professional bowler, tornado chaser, math teacher, lifetime peace corp volunteer, long distance trucker, firefighter.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

It’s complicated, but effectively, no. And no crushes aside from fictional characters and a Swedish curler I’ve never met lol

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m a decent artist and a terrible singer. A good baker and a mess of a public speaker.

Dogs or cats?

Both please!! I only have cats at the moment due to family preferences, but I love both. All animals, in fact. They are all so neat! 🐈🐕‍🦺🐍🕷🐇🐄🐿🦥🐳🐓🦉🦌

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/favourite line/favourite etc. from something you created this year?

Hmm.. if we’re talking within the last year, probably the hands (Don’t Let Go). Took me ages to finish and it might actually be my favorite of any piece I’ve completed in digital medium.

For writing.. maybe this lil bit of A Plea from the Lost to the Found?

Anakin shifted again, lifted his head, and their eyes met. “Why?”

Here, staring directly into the missing half of his soul, Obi-Wan could only offer honesty. “Because I loved his father.”

They were so close. Obi-Wan could ­hear Anakin’s breath. He could feel it tangle, warm and humid, in his whiskers. For one mad moment he thought he caught Anakin glancing down to his lips, and a bizarre pang of hope shot through his lungs.

He quietly corrected himself.

“Because I love his father.”

Ok but also something more lighthearted maybe? This exchange from Out of Place still brings me a lot of joy:

“Well that’s an odd name for a galaxy.”

Anakin scoffed back, mildly offended on the Milky Way’s behalf. “Well what’s yours called?”

“I…” The man’s brow furrowed. Adorably. “Well it doesn’t have a name. It’s always just been The Galaxy.”

“Huh.” This was getting absurd. “Seems a bit pretentious, don’t you think?”

“Well—”

“If you’re from another galaxy, care to tell me how you speak English?”

“Is that what you call it here?”

“Is that what we call what here?”

“Galactic basic.”

Anakin nearly rolled his eyes. Of course. “Uh, yeah. English is what we call it.”

“Huh. Well yes, I suppose that is a bit of a mystery, isn’t it?”

“So where is this…Galaxy of yours, exactly? How did you manage to find your way out of it?”

“Oh, far, far away, I imagine. I was on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan when something pulled me from hyperspace and… well, frankly I don’t recall much after that. Until I woke up and found myself careening toward your planet, that is.”

“Huh.”

“Huh, indeed. Now. What do I call you?”

“Um, an earthling?”

Obi-Wan smiled at that, teeth gleaming. “Your name.”

What’s something you’d like to create content for?

Nothing new, just my favorite two space monks!

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

Gardening. Obikin.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

winter (we had ONE lousy snow flurry, it lasted maybe 10 minutes)

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Er, i don’t know? I can drive a stick shift? Do handstands? I have a serious knack for spotting four-leaf clovers? (They aren’t lucky, for the record.)

Are you religious?

Not so much, no. Science, nature, and art are my holy trinity :)

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

A week alone in a cabin in the woods

No pressure tags: @forcearama @temple-mistress @thetorontokid @mischievouschan4 @pathetic-lifeform @sopherfly @obikinetic and anyone else who wants to do it (but tag me if you do so I can read it!)

[mysterybooks-world]

fan fiction & fan art always decided on Jack Spicer's story

But what about Jack himself?

Doesn't he have the right to decide?

I mean what is Jack's personal opinion or feeling on this matter of his life

I'm with Jack Tell him and Show him about this

He became mad at these people and their thoughts about him.

Here's what Jack says

Jack: Are you kidding me? What is your problem people?

Firstly: I didn't dye my hair This is my natural color is red.

secondly: For your information (Some people naturally have white teeth and others have slightly yellow or beige teeth) that is Real information

so my teeth are normal color.

thirdly: My skin color is white so Why are some of your drawings about me with a different skin tone? huh

Fourthly: Why do your stories about me make me more miserable? tragic unhappy. wretched. afflicted. agonized. hurting. I am Murderous, crazy, or I kill myself

Or make me The good side.

I know I'm lonely but this is too much.

Fifthly:I'm not Transgender I am him or he

a boy & male.

Don't forget that.

Sixthly: The thing that's really crazy about me is the ships

Why are you making me love Chase Young this way?

okay, it might seem that way but Chase Young is just my hero in evil

You know like when you meet your idol, actor or singer.

I mean do you know his age?

he is over 1,500 years old.

I am with Wuya Are you crazy?

She's like my teacher or my grandmother And her age

A 1500-year-old Heylin witch.

Katnappé aka Ashley hates me and I hate her So it's impossible for us to be together.

I did speak to Le Mime Only twice Season: 1 Episode: 2 (Like a Rock!) Season: 3 Episode 13(Time After Time: Part 2)

I don't even know anything about him, just a mime from France who had magical abilities.

As for Vlad A thousand no

Gigi Only sees me as his servant or his pet.

Shadow (Xiaolin Chronicles)

She literally part of Chase Young, this is very strange.

the wors is another part with the Monks.

Omi Just a kid

somewhere between the ages of 8-10 (Season 1 start) and somewhere between 10-12 (Season 3 end).

I'm like his big brother figure

Raimundo and Clay are nothing for me

as for Kimiko Yes, she is cute but She has anger problems And I'm not her type.

And the another ships From different dimensions

Blossom Utonium (Powerpuff Girls)cartoon.

Princess Morbucks (Powerpuff Girls)cartoon.

Betty Barrett from (Atomic Betty) cartoon.

Tom Lucitor from (Star vs. the Forces of Evil) cartoon.

Hunter from (The Owl House) cartoon.

Red Son from (Monkey kid) cartoon.

I don't know these people

And did anyone ask me if I was gay or Bisexual.

I may be asexual.

What about you guys.

me with The reader or me with your oc Character and I don't know whether I should feel happy that I am famous or uncomfortable They interfere with my privacy.

Jack: <Especially if your story have +18 0r s##>

Me say toJack: Welcome to the tumblr sexyman club While you are there Can you Send my regards to sans, bendy, freddy,huggy wuggy, wally darling And to the new member tadc jax from (the amazing digital circus)

Jack looked at me with an insanely angry look

I want a lawyer To stop this stupidity.

I'm tired of you all

I will go on long vacation with myster and Ye

Good day Wait a minute, I mean Bad day

Jack got sick of you all and comes out of the rooms.

Me: I don't blame Jack

I mean, I like drawings of Jack, but It better be original and Classic

I mean let Jack be Jack

True, we make him an amazing Jack, or his story is a sad Jack, or he becomes a good Jack

Ye: What did I miss? I didn't pay attention to the conversation I was enjoying ice cream Taste.

Me: Pack your bags We're going on vacation with Jack.

[katenepveu]

I went to the Met yesterday—as I already noted regarding the bowl with feet and ladle with legs—and I am going to attempt to force Tumblr's post editor to do my will so that I can upload pictures here rather than futz with my own webhost.

This will be long, so if you don't want to see Van Gogh paintings, contemporary art, and various bits and pieces, don't hit "Expand."

First is the exhibit Van Gogh's Cypresses, which I'm afraid closes tomorrow. I did not take a picture of The Starry Night because it's one of the most famous paintings in the world and I didn't think my camera phone was going to add anything to the discussion. However, I regret that slightly now because standard photographs don't do the thickness of the paint justice, so that was really interesting to see up close. (It's on loan from MoMA, which has a virtual exhibition about it that may give an idea of its dimensionality; I'll look later or I'll never finish this.) It was also interesting to be looking at it in the context of cypresses, specifically; I'd never really focused much on the foregrounded trees because the stars are so overwhelming, but the exhibition's referring to the trees as "flamelike" made me notice the reddish parts of the trees, which seemed a lot more vivid in person.

It was also interesting to see The Starry Night just after Field with Poppies, as the exhibition notes that Van Gogh "classed this work with The Starry Night 'as exaggerations from the point of view of the arrangement,' dependent on 'lines [that] are contorted,'" because to me it doesn't seem nearly as exaggerated.

The similarities with the work on the other side of The Starry Night, Wheat Field with Cypresses, was a lot easier to see. It was painted the same month, and the exhibition calls it a "stunning daytime rejoinder."

Interestingly, the above was painted outdoors (in plein air); he later made a "definitive version" in his studio, and I personally think the thinner paint made it much less interesting, for all that the colors are brighter.

Speaking of thick paint and working in plein air, there was next Cypresses, also painted the same month as The Starry Night and the first Wheat Field; the glare on my picture below is both bad and possibly gives a suggestion of how three-dimensional it is. The exhibition says that there are "scores of pebbles and vegetal matter embedded in the paint surface," which I tried to find in the close-up also below, but couldn't identify with any certainty.

Finally for things I particularly liked in this exhibition, my picture of Two Poplars in the Alpilles near Saint-Rémy may have a bit of glare, but the linked picture doesn't seem to convey just how eye-catching those poplars are in person.

And now for some random things!

This lizard buddy is, by process of elimination from the labels in the case, an Imperial Hand Seal by Fabergé, though sadly the Met doesn't have its own picture:

I very much liked the face of The Old Actress, by Max Beckmann:

I dug these Futurist & Cubist works, all from 1913-14: Development of a Bottle in Space, Umberto Boccioni; The Man at the Café, Juan Gris; Dancer = Propeller = Sea, Gino Severini; and Coney Island, Joseph Stella.

I didn't quite connect with all of the works in the exhibition Cecily Brown: Death and the Maid, but I did like this set, consisting of (clockwise from top left): Untitled (Vanity), ca. 2007; Gossip (after G. A. Wotherspoon), ca. 2007; Untitled (Sled), ca. 2006; Untitled (Aujourd'hui Rose), ca. 2005; and Untitled (Vanity), ca. 2007.

And wildly discontinuous in time (as in, from about 350 BC), but: look at this face! (Of God Horus Protecting King Nectanebo II, specifically.)

Two big cats in the same case: a leopard by an Edo artist from the city-state of Benin c. 1550-1680, and a lion cub carved out of quartzite that's about five thousand years old. (The Met's official picture of the leopard doesn't do the leopard's face justice, which is why I've included two views. Alas, I omitted from the second picture SteelyKid standing next to the sculpture making the same face.)

Finally, some extremely good finials from Java dating from the late 9th or early 10th century: from left to right, with a Kinnari; with lions and Makaras; and with a Makara disgorging a lion (sadly the Met's pictures are not much better than mine).

And that's all I have! Which is a lot less than usual for me in a big art museum, honestly, but I was with family.

Edit: I forgot, I stopped very very briefly in the Afrofuturist Period Room which deserved way more time than I could give it (and my pictures weren't any good, which is why I forgot), but the Met's page on the exhibition is actually useful, unlike its page on the Cecily Brown exhibition.

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

The last few times I’ve posted something on here from Twitter, I’ve prefaced it with “I know I said I was going to stop doing this, I’m trying, but in the meantime here’s something I found.” I don’t have to do that this time, though, because I have a good excuse! I commented on one of Mark Watson’s Tweets in which he said you can comment and then he’ll follow you and then you’ll DM him your email address and he’ll put it on a mailing list and then tell you about online comedy shows that his production company runs. Which is a ludicrous process and I’m still not convinced I could actually bring myself to DM my email address to Mark Watson like he’s a normal human being, and that’s probably a moot point because you can only DM him if he follows you (that’s why he told people to comment on the post) and he’s not responded to my comment yet and probably won’t because, obviously, he’s a famous comedian and it is absolutely ridiculous that we can just say things to famous people on the internet. It feels like it shouldn’t be allowed.

But anyway, I gave it a shot, and I can now justify going back to his Twitter page because I want to see if he’s replied to my comment and/or followed me so I can possibly be on an email list where he’ll tell me if his production company puts some comedy on the internet. I have never posted a Tweet, that comment I posted on Mark Watson’s Tweet yesterday is the only time I’ve ever posted anything at all on Twitter, and I have zero followers. If Mark Watson follows me, 100% of my Twitter followers will be famous people. That’s a hell of a stat.

Anyway, while going back to his page, I found this:

Again, amazing. Amazing that they can just ask regular people things like this. Obviously I immediately started thinking of what I’d write if I were the sort of person who can write replies to famous people on the internet. I am not that sort of person, but I can write things on my anonymous Tumblr blog. This blog might just turn into where I write my replies to Mark Watson’s Tweets, except I’m posting them somewhere he won’t see them.

When asked what my wishlist would be for comedy shows I want to see, lots of names come to mind that aren’t realistic. I mean, if we’re just fantasizing here, then I want to see Jo Brand do a show with Sandi Toksvig where Toksvig gives interesting historical facts and Jo Brand says she doesn’t care. I want to see a Chocolate Milk Gang/Honourable Men of Art reunion. I want to see Armando Iannucci do 45 minutes on whatever the fuck happened to the British government in the summer of 2022. I want to see Joe Lycett and Chris Flemming in a room together. They don’t even need to do comedy, I just want to know they’ve met. I want Frankie Boyle to come on the Mock the Week finale and say her pussy’s definitely haunted now. I want Jon Richardson and Russell Howard to write that movie together, the one they were planning in 2008 before the most dramatic breakup of the 21st century. I want a panel show called 10 Out of 10 Cats that’s hosted by Sarah Millican and the panelists just play with cats all episode and no one who’s ever done anything terrible is allowed to be a guest on it. I want more seasons of The Department with the entire original cast, on radio or TV. I want a reboot of Nathan Barley with the same premise of satirizing its time only this one’s set in 2019. I may be getting slightly away from the original remit. I mean, while I’m dreaming, I want Sean Lock back. I want to make the Atlantic Ocean smaller so I could catch a short ferry ride from Canada to see the Edinburgh Festival.

Obviously I’d sell my soul to see Rhod Gilbert’s Book of John show. I want to see Frankie Boyle’s new show, but given... certain historic events, I’m not about to ask Mark Watson for that. I’d sell my mother’s soul alongside my own to see Daniel Kitson do anything. Literally anything. But I don’t think he’ll do gig for someone else’s production company, because he doesn’t do other people’s stuff or production or company. He may occasionally do gigs, but only if no one’s allowed to see them.

But to try to go slightly beyond that into what I think might be the general realm of people who might actually do this sort of thing, and are also people I like and want to see more of their comedy but it’s not always easy to find online (or I’ve already found what’s online and I would like more please, and/or I just want to see what they’re doing currently): Jen Brister, Susie McCabe, Ahir Shah, Sarah Keyworth, Sarah Kendall, Harriet Kemsley, Huge Davies, Ed Night, Angela Barnes, Toussaint Douglass, Rose Matafeo, Rosie Jones, Mark Steel, Andy Zaltzman, Alice Fraser, Paul Sinha, Josie Long, Desiree Burch, Susan Calman, Isy Suttie, Felicity Ward, David O’Doherty, Sophie Duker, Mae Martin, Darren Harriott, Chloe Petts. I know Helen Zaltzman doesn’t do stand-up but I think she should start. And, you know, Mark Watson. (Mark, I’m assuming your boy Kumar from the Taskmaster days goes without saying.)