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stjohnstarling · 2 months

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Tumblr and Wordpress are preparing to sell user data to Midjourney and OpenAI, according to a source with internal knowledge about the deals and internal documentation referring to the deals.

The exact types of data from each platform going to each company are not spelled out in documentation we’ve reviewed, but internal communications reviewed by 404 Media make clear that deals between Automattic, the platforms’ parent company, and OpenAI and Midjourney are imminent.

The internal documentation details a messy and controversial process within Tumblr itself. One internal post made by Cyle Gage, a product manager at Tumblr, states that a query made to prepare data for OpenAI and Midjourney compiled a huge number of user posts that it wasn’t supposed to. It is not clear from Gage’s post whether this data has already been sent to OpenAI and Midjourney, or whether Gage was detailing a process for scrubbing the data before it was to be sent.

Gage wrote:

“the way the data was queried for the initial data dump to Midjourney/OpenAI means we compiled a list of all tumblr’s public post content between 2014 and 2023, but also unfortunately it included, and should not have included:

private posts on public blogs

posts on deleted or suspended blogs

unanswered asks (normally these are not public until they’re answered)

private answers (these only show up to the receiver and are not public)

posts that are marked ‘explicit’ / NSFW / ‘mature’ by our more modern standards (this may not be a big deal, I don’t know)

content from premium partner blogs (special brand blogs like Apple’s former music blog, for example, who spent money with us on an ad campaign) that may have creative that doesn’t belong to us, and we don’t have the rights to share with this-parties; this one is kinda unknown to me, what deals are in place historically and what they should prevent us from doing.”

Gage’s post makes clear that engineers are working on compiling a list of post IDs that should not have been included, and that password-protected posts, DMs, and media flagged as CSAM and other community guidelines violations were not included.

Automattic plans to launch a new setting on Wednesday that will allow users to opt-out of data sharing with third parties, including AI companies, according to the source, who spoke on the condition of anonymity, and internal documents. A new FAQ section we reviewed is titled “What happens when you opt out?” states that “If you opt out from the start, we will block crawlers from accessing your content by adding your site on a disallowed list. If you change your mind later, we also plan to update any partners about people who newly opt-out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training.”

404 Media has asked Automattic how it accidentally compiled data that it shouldn’t share, and whether any of that content was shared with OpenAI. 404 Media asked Automattic about an imminent deal with Midjourney last week but did not hear back then, either. Instead of answering direct questions about these deals and the compiling of user data, Automattic sent a statement, which it posted publicly after this story was published, titled "Protecting User Choice." In it, Automattic promises that it's blocked AI crawlers from scraping its sites. The statement says, "We are also working directly with select AI companies as long as their plans align with what our community cares about: attribution, opt-outs, and control. Our partnerships will respect all opt-out settings. We also plan to take that a step further and regularly update any partners about people who newly opt out and ask that their content be removed from past sources and future training."

Another internal document shows that, on February 23, an employee asked in a staff-only thread, “Do we have assurances that if a user opts out of their data being shared with third parties that our existing data partners will be notified of such a change and remove their data?”

Andrew Spittle, Automattic’s head of AI replied: “We will notify existing partners on a regular basis about anyone who's opted out since the last time we provided a list. I want this to be an ongoing process where we regularly advocate for past content to be excluded based on current preferences. We will ask that content be deleted and removed from any future training runs. I believepartners will honor this based on our conversations with them to this point. I don't think they gain much overall by retaining it.” Automattic did not respond to a question from 404 Media about whether it could guarantee that people who opt out will have their data deleted retroactively.

News about a deal between Tumblr and Midjourney has been rumored and speculated about on Tumblr for the last week. Someone claiming to be a former Tumblr employee announced in a Tumblr blog post that the platform was working on a deal with Midjourney, and the rumor made it onto Blind, an app for verified employees of companies to anonymously discuss their jobs. 404 Media has seen the Blind posts, in which what seems like an Automattic employee says, “I'm not sure why some of you are getting worked up or worried about this. It's totally legal, and sharing it publicly is perfectly fine since it's right there in the terms & conditions. So, go ahead and spread the word as much as you can with your friends and tech journalists, it's totally fine.”

Separately, 404 Media viewed a public, now-deleted post by Gage, the product manager, where he said that he was deleting all of his images off of Tumblr, and would be putting them on his personal website. A still-live postsays, “i've deleted my photography from tumblr and will be moving it slowly but surely over to cylegage.com, which i'm building into a photography portfolio that i can control end-to-end.” At one point last week, his personal website had a specific note stating that he did not consent to AI scraping of his images. Gage’s original post has been deleted, and his website is now a blank page that just reads “Cyle.” Gage did not respond to a request for comment from 404 Media.

Several online platforms have made similar deals with AI companies recently, including Reddit, which entered into an AI content licensing deal with Google and said in its SEC filing last week that it’s “in the early stages of monetizing [its] user base” by training AI on users’ posts. Last year, Shutterstock signed a six year deal with OpenAI to provide training data.

OpenAI and Midjourney did not respond to requests for comment.

Updated 4:05 p.m. EST with a statement from Automattic.

#It’s amazing how dishonest the staff post was #Original post #Posted for the convenience of users who are not currently subscribed to 404 media #But you absolutely should they’re great #10/10 highly recommended

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poraphia · 7 months

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Halloooo ^^ ..

I read a lot of ur stories and now Im in love with fictions :3 (might need therapy cuz of it but nvm that)

U an amazing writer <3

(Im pretty new to Tumblr so extremely sorry if this ends up where it shouldnt be or smth like that lol)

But anywaaay , Can I pls request a Wilbur Soot angst fic :D ?

Im going thru THAT phase rn so anything would be awsome really ..

Maybe a fight (unintentionally) breaks out between Wilby and reader and Wilby accidentally raises his voice and reader gets scared ? I know its a cheesy story and people might'a written before but I barely find Wilbur angst fics anymore :(((

Anyway , Thank u so much .. U dont have to write any of this if ur uncomfortable .. Hope ur doing okay :> .. Take care n' bye :D

"You’re Being Too Loud."

➵ PAIRING! cc!stressed!wilbur x stressed!reader

➵ CREATING! 10.12.23 | 1444 words

➵ CONTAINING! angst to comfort, wilbur is ignoring reader, reader lowkey has attachment issues, reader sensitive to loud noises, wilbs is overworked

➵ SAYING! hiii @toastyliltoasts41 welcome to tumblr! sorry for the late late response but i hope you enjoy :) personally going thru this myself especially w so much work ive been doing recently and also im noise sensitive (literally walk around with noise canceling headphones all the time). thank u for all the nice words!

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I slipped off my shoes and placed them near the doorstep. My socks glided against the furnished planks as I slid to our shared office. I dragged my backpack behind me, feeling the weight of my laptop, notebooks, and textbooks. Once I made it to the room, I placed my bag on the chair and unpacked all my belongings onto my desk.

Today was too exhausting, and the one thing I dreaded doing right now was to open my laptop and be faced with more work. Instead of taking my laptop with me, I grabbed my phone and dragged myself out of the office and into the bedroom.

After changing into my loungewear, I snuggled myself into silk sheets, shivering a little from the cold fabric wrapping around my body. Ignoring the chill, I held up my phone with both of my hands and swiped open the messaging app to text my boyfriend. I glanced at the past messages, realizing that Wil hasn’t responded to any of my messages from this afternoon. The last time he texted was this morning when was telling me what time he would come home. Sighing, I typed in another message in hopes that this time he would respond.

“Hey, I’m home now. Too tired to cook food today. Let’s order something when you get home? <3”

I clicked send before clicking off my phone and placing it on the nightstand. My eyes fluttered close, and slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of footsteps clicking against the ground. With my hands I pushed my body up to examine the noise. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure headed toward the office. A small smile formed on my face as I carefully got out of bed.

My bare freet pressed against the cream colored carpet. I wandered around the hallway before finding the office door slightly ajar. Through the crack I saw Wil hunched over his computer. His sweater’s sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his fingers hastily clicked against his keyboard. Quietly, I approached him from behind, throwing my arms around his shoulders and hugging him close.

Wil quietly hummed in response. I titled my head, pecking his cheek, but he didn’t react and instead his eyes stayed glue to his screen. My eyebrows slightly furrowed, but nonetheless, I continued hugging him.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I mumbled in a croaky voice.

“Hey,” he replied blankly.

“Did you see my texts earlier today?”

“Uh huh,” He said absently. “I saw the message after I ate though. Sorry.”

I felt my chest tighten a little, hurting at his absence. All I wanted in the moment was a hug and a conversation about each other’s day, but instead, he was absorbed in his work and couldn’t even make the effort to look at me.

“Wil, can we talk?” I asked.

He slightly shook his head. “No, not right now, honey. This video has to be out by tomorrow and one of our editors hasn’t been feeling well so I took up the work.” He explained briefly.

“But you’re already busy working at the studio…” I mumbled.

“I know, but I can finish this up by tonight. Just give me some time, please.” He requested. My heart skipped a little, feeling like a dog that had been put aside for a brand new puppy.

“Wil, you haven’t talked to me all day. Could we at least just have dinner together?” I nearly pleaded.

“I already said I just ate, (y/n).” Wil said rather sternly. “Please can I just finish my work?”

“But I want to spend time with you.” I said, speaking up a little bit. I unwrapped my hands away from him and stepped back a little. He turned his chair a little to face me with one of his hands still on the keyboard. He looked up at me, a stressed but furrowed expression on his face. I wrapped my arms around myself, hugging my own chest.

“I want to spend time with you but you’re basically prioritizing this work over me.” I said again. “I understand that sometimes you have too much work. I understand that. But we haven’t been spending time with each other for the past few days and it’s driving me crazy. I just want to relax with you, Wil.” I bit the insides of my cheek. Wil, in turn, sighed and rubbed his nosebridge.

“I’m not prioritizing work over you, (y/n), I’ve just been busy lately and this argument is just stressing me out even more.” His words were spat out like venom.

“Which is why I’m asking that we just spend time together! This isn’t just for me, but it’s for you too.” I threw my hands up, frustrated. “Wilbur, we can relax together! You’re acting like this isn’t stressing me out either!”

Wil got up from his seat now. His tall figure nearly towered over me, making me slightly cower. “I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING RELAX RIGHT NOW, (Y/N)! I HAVE SHIT TO DO!”

I stepped back, nearly stumbling. Without realizing, tears were running down my burning hot cheeks. The air went cold and I felt this hallowing emptiness surrounding me. A ringing was bouncing in my eardrums and goosebumps ran through my arms and legs. He looked down at me, eyes wide as if he just realized what words escaped his lips. Before he could say a word, I walked out of the office and back into bed, slamming the door behind me.

I jumped into the mattress and buried my face deep under the sheets. I quietly sobbed into the fabric, not caring for the tears darkening the silk. It didn’t take but a couple minutes later to hear the creaking of the door and soft footsteps approaching the bed. I lied still under the covers as I felt the mattress dip from a newfound weight.

Wil sat there for a while. His knee shook a little, making a tiny thumping noise against the floor. I was turned away from him with his lower back lightly pressing against the heel of my foot.

“(y/n)..?” He softly called out for me. “Are you awake..?”

I shifted a little, moving my foot away from him to let him know I was listening. He sighed with his leg coming to a stop.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I—I’ve just been really stressed, but that gives me no right to start yelling at you. And me being really busy has been taking away the time with you.” He paused a little bit, presumably licking his lips. I still didn’t have the courage to move. Instead I laid still, not daring to move. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).” He apologized again.

A deep sigh huffed from my nostrils before I sat up, letting the sheets cascade off my body. He turned his head to look at me, his feet still planted on the ground. I looked into his eyes, seeing the pained looked deep in those irises.

“Y-You know I don’t like loud noises.” I croaked out, my voice cracking with my words. He slowly nodded, bringing his legs up on the bed to fully face me. “And I really don’t like it when you yell. Please, I really just wanted to spend time together.”

“And we will spend time together.” He grabbed my hands and cradled them in his. “I’ll message Elodie right now if she could finish the work. But right now, it’s going to be me and you together, okay? We can maybe catch up on our show and I’ll order some food for you, okay?” He reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. “Maybe I’ll steal some fries from you every once in a while.”

I giggled a little. “Noooo! Get your own food!” I whined, lightly pushing his shoulder. He chuckled in response before wrapping his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso in response, breathing in his scent.

“I just missed you, Wil, you know that…” I softly whispered. He nodded, running his fingers through my hair.

“I missed you too. I promise I do.” He whispered back. His voice was low and deep but he made sure to maintain his volume. It was soothing, something I could fall asleep to,

and most importantly,

it wasn’t loud.

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a / n ~ hope you enjoyeddd notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! if you wanna be in a taglist or an anon my inbox is always freee :D ALSO SURPRISE!! TWO ONESHOTS IN ONE DAY I AM ON A ROLLLL

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot oneshots #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x reader #will gold #poraphiafanfics #wilbursoot #mcyt headcanons wilbur #wilbur hc #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot angst #wilbur

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anopenbookunderlockandkey · 4 months

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The 118 Sauce Chat

Eddie: I definitely make spaghetti sauce extremely wrong but I’m not going to stop

Chim: please elaborate on the wrong way to make spaghetti sauce; it sounds highly entertaining?

Eddie: 1 chop onion and put in a pot

Eddie: Add 1 or 2 cans of diced tomatoes. Whatever makes the ratio of onion look right.

Eddie: Add a ridiculous amount of frozen peas. Peas should make up a notable portion of this sauce.

Eddie: Add frozen corn also if you wanna be real fancy. If I have bacon I’ll ad that too. But I very rarely have bacon.

Eddie: Cook on HIGH

Eddie: While sauce is cooking, grab the nearest bottle of mixed spices that isn't obviously for desserts. Add some. How much? I dunno, enough that you feel like you've added seasoning so it's technically cooking. (For me this is most often a mix called Moroccan, but it could be anything. Buck reorganised my kitchen recently so tonight it was something called Pizza Topping.)

Eddie: If you happen to have green herbs lying around, add those too. Whatever you have on hand that's green

Eddie: Let the sauce boil on HIGH until all the water is gone. Stir occasionally so the saucepan will be easier to clean later. Serve on cooked spaghetti noodles with no cheese

Eddie: Today I added a new step called "while the sauce is cooking, duck out for 15 seconds to text the group chat about spaghetti sauce, then get distracted and forget you are cooking." This adds a novel Extremely Burnt edge to the flavour profile.

Chim: I am not Italian, or of Italian descent by *any* stretch of the imagination.

I am also not one of those "cooking purists", who believes that everything must be done in a specific/ traditional way (unless you are making a cooking video with the title "how to make x" in which case if you don't specify mid video that your way is not traditional god help you).

I am a firm believer in "If it tastes good, then it is correct for you".

Chim: Except in this case

Bobby: This hurts every cooking bone in my body. The latent ancestors in my soul. The judgmental elf in my brain just bit a cyanide capsule

Hen: Why? The spices.

Using a different spice mix every time, based on what is ready at hand just ... hurts

Eddie: *sends SPICE IS SPICE meme*

Ravi: absolutely deranged, Eddie. Food crimes.

Bobby: Hey Eddie, looks like you forgot to mention the part where you obviously sweated the onions, because nobody would make spaghetti sauce that had straight up raw onions boiled in tomato juices.

Bobby: RIGHT????

Bobby: Please Eddie

Eddie: I don’t know what sweating the onions means

Hen: It means. It means you cook em a little in a pan with a bit of oil first

Eddie: A pan? How many dishes do you want me to have to wash here?

Hen: I mean you can also do it in the same pot you're making the spaghetti sauce in! The important thing is the onions get a little cooked before the wet stuff goes in, so they're not so wet and limp and boiled....

Eddie: Honestly this depends entirely on whether I remember to chop an onion first or I find the can opener for the tomatoes first. The ingredients go in in whatever order they go in.

Ravi: Eddie, who hurt you???

Eddie: A pack of wild chefs herded my mother off a cliff

Chim: Theres probably a hit out on you for this

Eddie: What kind of stupid idiot would waste money assassinating someone who's so clearly going to accidentally poison themself for free at some point

Bobby: hi Eddie, big fan of your firefighting, this is the sauce equivalent of the running up a metal ladder in a lightning storm to try to pull up a 6’0” tall man instead of lowering him to the ground

-Athena

Eddie: Athena, that is the meanest review my cooking has ever received

Chim: congratulations you found the worst way to do it! this feels like a spaghetti recipe made by AI before it got really sophisticated

-Maddie

Eddie: this group chat’s hate mail game is insane

Ravi: at this point please just eat every ingredient raw… please

Eddie: Do I look like Tony Abbott to you

Buck: As a former Committer of Food Crimes, I have decided to make this sauce this weekend after I have a chance to go to the store. I will report back.

Eddie: Excellent, I look forward to vindication.

Hen: No one's going to vindicate your boiled onion in cinnamonny tomato juice on noodles, Eddie

Eddie: Not cinnamon. Cinnamon is a dessert spice. You use the nearest non-dessert spice.

Ravi: cinnamon is absolutely not a dessert spice

Eddie: Yes it is! It's for muffins and pancakes and fruit pies!

Chim: Cinnamon powder is absolutely a dessert “spice” and Eddie if your cooking is this bad I can’t imagine your baked abominations

Eddie: I put lemon juice in everything I bake that isn't bread

Written for the only two gremlins (endearment) who find this as entertaining as I do @professionalprocrastinator22 and @gravelyhalversobbing

Inspired by:

#things i decided i could make about 911 #Eddie diaz commits food crimes #Buck is his accomplice #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #text fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 abc #911 fox

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thoughtfullyrainynightmare · 10 months

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Halloo! ive been reading ur blog and i love it sooo mucch 💌💌💌

can i request for angsty nozel with his wife? so she was a noble and had been busy dealing w her family bussiness. one day she came home late and finding nozel waiting for her. he thinks that shes neglecting her own family and there the argument began. and she accidentally said something sooo hurtful to him due her exhaustion. the ending is up to uuu!

thank you laaura, i hope u live a great life and good luck on your exams! 💟💟💟

Hiyaaa~! ^^

Thank youuu!! ^^ I'm glad to hear that you like my content T^T <3 Oh I love me some hurt-comfort from time to time, so most certainly ^^ You're very welcome, and thank you, I hope the very best for you too!

Pairing: Nozel x f!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.2k Content/warnings: Wife/reader implies that Nozel would have done better marrying a "numbskull to boss around", reader is a bussiness woman right down to the bone, reader ends up apologizing and comforting Nozel, Nozel is maybe a teeny tiny bit ooc? maybe, hurt-comfort

You were a business woman. Or you considered yourself as one even if the self-given title was a bit misleading considering that you were of noble birth. But you didn’t want to be the kind of a typical noble woman. The text book Noble Lady who didn’t do as much as sit around and order servants around. And gossip.

Hated the gossiping types. Though of course some rumours could be useful in the business world, but that was another thing than maliciously speaking out rumours in order to just make another person’s life difficult. There was discussing events, perhaps even people, and then there was ‘discussing people’.

The latter you hated.

But you, you were someone who was determined to make it in the working world, and had earned the position you held in your family business. You had earned it. Worked for it. And you were going to succeed in it. For your family, your husband, but first and foremost, for yourself.

Actually, you had been a bit surprised to learn that Nozel had harboured feelings for you back in the day, because you had thought that he would have wanted a ‘typical noble wife’ for himself. But instead, he had fallen for you.

He had called you capable, strong, kind and caring; he had called you as someone he would be proud to call a wife and carry the Silva name. These were separated instances of course, but nowadays those discussions linked together in your mind. They made you smile, on most days, because you felt like he understood you.

He was a working man, after all. He was a busy person, too. And so he should understand you, if you were late, and caught up in endless meeting and paperwork. Because he was caught in it too. Which sometimes made married life difficult, but you made it work. You made it work because you loved each other, and cherished the moments you had together even more.

That… was what you expected to come to when you came come that evening.

Not him, standing there with crossed arms in his silk pyjamas and a robe.

“You’re late,” he only said.

“I know, I know, I had a meeting and it went on and on, you know how it’s like. When people can’t get things done and you’re stuck in a circle,” you told him while taking off your outer clothes.

“You’re working even longer than I am these days,” he continued, going somewhere, but not saying it straight.

“I’ll make time for us when I can, I promise.”

He sighed with a frown, which told you about his growing irritation, which in turn made your brows furrow.

“Honey… I’ll try to-“

“You’re not trying enough,” he spoke on top of you making your eyes shoot wide open.

“Ex..cuse me?” You asked, wanting to think that you had heard wrong.

“You’re not making us, our family, the Silvas, into a priority. Instead you value your previous life higher and spend more time with them than here.”

“Of course I spend time with them!” You argued. “Because it’s a part of the business! It’s like telling you that you can’t spend so much time with the knights!”

“I am spending less time with the knights! Because I am here waiting for you!”

“I didn’t ask for it!”

“That’s what married couples are supposed to do! Want to be with each other.”

“Be stuck at home you mean?!”

“I want to see you when I get out of work!”

“Well maybe you should have married a good-for-nothing numbskull that you can boss and show around then.” And that… that was when you heard what you had just said.

You heard it, and… worst of all, you saw it. You saw it in his eyes, the way his eyes widened this time, and how he was biting his molars together to keep himself from saying anything else. To hold his tongue.

His eyes turned to the side, which his posture followed as he turned away to make his way to the window.

It had been a topic of a conversation back, way back, when you had started dating. That he didn’t want someone who’d idly follow his wishes, but would instead be someone who had a mind of her own, who could stand by him. It had been important to him. Because he knew that he could be quite adamant, stern, cold even, and he wanted his wife to be someone who could be there to support him as he tried to unlearn the traits he had picked up while growing up.

And now you were telling him that he didn’t deserve such support. That only someone who would mindlessly follow anyone for the sake of a title would be the only kind of a person, who’d want to be with him. That anyone strong, would look at him and conclude that he was too much work, a rotten piece of work. Damaged goods.

You, essentially, told him that he was unlovable.

“Nozel I…” you started, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Don’t…” he said but didn’t turn around to look at you. Instead he just looked out of the window into the night.

“I didn’t mean that…”

“It’s fine.”

He wasn’t fine, you knew as much.

“Look I…” you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, placing your head onto his shoulder. “It’s amazing that you want to see me at the end of the day. I want to see you too, but it’s… I wouldn’t ask you to quit being a knight.”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” he replied with something that was almost a huff. “Just cut back on the hours. Be more present here. Be a family.”

He had a point. Because you were building a new family with him. But it wasn’t as simple as just being an entirely separate family from what you had. You didn’t want that, to just cut out everything from your past. You wanted to have bits from both families.

“I want to have a family with you too, to be a family, but my family is also a part of it. I can devote more or my time to us, but you need to devote more of your time too then.” It sounded like a business deal, but you thought it to be a fair one. Because the common wish for you both was to spend more time together. This would be the way to do it.

There was a pause lingering in the air, for a few seconds, until he finally spoke up.

“Alright. Deal,” there was a hint of a smile in his tone, just a hint. But you’d take it. You’d take that sense of consolation, of acceptance and forgiveness; the tone of moving forward.

But the real consolation came from how he placed his hand on top of yours, and how he sank into the embrace.

You’d make it. Together. In this life.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover x reader #black clover x you

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evevoli · 6 months

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original story concept: flight feathers (working title)

aka me shoving my new OCs in everyone's faces for a few minutes. low and behold, my gang of losers:

from left to right: Phoenix, Selene, Helios, and Killian

so a wayward beam of divine insanity lightning struck me about four months ago in the form of the first genuinely coherent original story idea i've had in... basically forever and i am finally crawling out of my mad ornithologist lab to talk about it, if only so i have something to point to when i start tagging random innocuous text posts with the names of characters no one's ever heard of. this project is perhaps the most self-indulgent Autism Fueled venture i have ever gone on and it is so fun actually

the basic gist of the story is that local Teenage Bird Hater Selene accidentally gets isekai'd to a Greco-Roman/baroque-inspired city on a floating archipelago hidden in the clouds, inhabited by bird-worshipping winged people. there she befriends a strange one-winged fortune teller named Phoenix, who takes her in while she looks for a way back down to earth.

as a certified Bird Disliker(tm) for reasons she will absolutely not disclose, the idea of being trapped in this city with its strange bird-entrenched culture has got to be Selene's personal hell. but she's already made a few good friends and is learning a lot, so hey... if you ignore the castle surrounded by doves looming off in the distance, and the general poor sentiment surrounding corvids, maybe it's not such a bad place to be after all.

...until it turns out the King himself might have it out for her, much to the dismay of his son and loyal knight, Prince Helios and Captain Killian.

there is. A Lot more to it than that lol—and at least like 8 more characters i haven't gotten to drawing yet—but there's your elevator pitch. to explain the world a bit more, everyone has bird wings to fly with, their own Bird Familiars(tm), and rides around on pegasi and different species of griffin. the world consists of little islands connected by bridges, with the city developed vertically, and sort of resembles a fusion between the Aether mod in Minecraft and Zephyr Heights in MLP G5.

and now the most important thing, the Closeups

some notes:

Selene is transfem :), Helios is transmasc only because i tried giving him curled ram horns and got so frustrated trying to draw them i just gave up and gave him the ewe ones instead

Selene is a Wolf Kid and really vibes with the lyrics to Angel of Darkness on a personal level

Helios's wings are weak and undersized so he can't take off or fly for very long on his own

i like to consider Helios my personal challenge to design the most unapologetically cringe and archetypal character ever. i am going to make a character that is so sad little loser prince. kicks him

Phoenix is a childhood nickname, Killian is just a shortened form of Achilles. Phoenix absolutely hates his birth name. Killian is ambivalent towards his

Phoenix lost his left wing in an accident that changed the trajectory of his life forever teehee :3c

the little blue jay is named Celeste, the crow is Peanut, and the tawny owl is Athena :)

and that is all i shall reveal in this post >:) this idea has been rotting my brain from the inside out for months now so don't hesitate to shoot me an ask if you're wondering about anything :]

#so nervous finally posting this stuff lol #flight feathers #evff #<- that is the best general tag i can think of 💀 trying hard not to spam a fandom with a certain acronym here im so sorry #selene ff #helios ff #phoenix ff #killian ff #original story #my art #ev.post #oc tag

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scaewolf · 4 days

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Petrichor

Fantasy Pet Whump - Whump Exchange

@whump-art-exchange @cepheusgalaxy

TW: Blood, Injury, Non-Con Touching (non sexual), Restraints, Degradation/Dehumanization, mention of murder, mana drain, exhaustion

I really couldn't decide on a topic for a single Artwork so I came Up with a whole story and made a short comic.

Since a Whump Comic with only one character isn't spicy enough I decided to let my OC join the fun. So you get some Petrichor x Demonatio. (Demonatio being the inofficial title of my boy Ėnātio being possessed by Idolen)

I really Hope you enjoy what I created.

Some Background Info for Context:

Petrichor was at class. One of his least preferred subjects being "Spirit Manipulation".

Todays topic you ask?

Exorcism!

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Everyones exorcism went smooth. Until it was Petrichors turn to reveal a big mistake of the teacher.

Instead of picking a lower rank demon for Petrichor to subdue, a calamity rank demon lord managed to slip inbetween.

As soon as he got to take control over the presented Body, he took off to slaughter the whole class including the class master.

Petrichor, due to stupid luck, managed to stay upright until the very end. Doing his best to cast protection magic while the others worked together to finish the exorcism. Until they couldn't anymore.

Next Up:

The last moments of Petrichor enjoying his freedom before being taken to the demon realm since he catched Demonatios eye.

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Petrichor: Goddamnit! I am running out of mana

Demonatio: Give Up. Come pet, take my hand.

Petrichor: //sooo...tired// I can't push through anymore.

Demonatio: My sweet pet, Mine, kneeling suits you.

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Demonatio: So weak all of a sudden. Already ran out of bark, little pet? Don't worry, worry master will take care of this.

Sleep.

~~~Later~~~

Demonatio: WAKE UP! Time to take in your new Home!

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Demonatio: Welcome to my domain.

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I also made a Reference Sketch of Petrichor for myself so---

Bonus:

I did not add the hair strand because it was mostly for clothing/general design consistency.

If I got any details wrong in the final Comic I blame my selfmade ref Sheet I based on the sketches. (i accidentally made his gloves too long so they Cover His tattoo🥴)

I really loved working on this. Especially his hair gave me life <3

That's it, that's the post. Hope you enjoy this art exchange :)

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jjkeverlast · 2 years

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freaky deaky | pjm

the banner is made from my angel @armys-dna <3 thank u sm for making this omg it's so beautiful! go show her some love guys, she's so so talented!

a/n: inspiration and title taken from this song. 👀 seeing as i haven't published anything, i decided to upload this draft that's been sitting and waiting for wayyy too long! i hope you enjoy it <3

-> pairing switch!jimin x switch!reader

-> genre smut (filthy)

-> summary you've been having casual sex with jimin for a while now, but one night you decide to spice things up.

-> word count 3.0k

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, handcuffs, reader is lowkey a dom, reader is the biggest tease, oral (m. receiving), jimin being a little needy, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) , reverse cowgirl.

Park Jimin. The guy who would come around, only on the weekends, and always in your bed. It was no secret the two of you were hooking up, all your mutual friends knew - and wouldn't stop bugging the both of you about it. They stopped eventually, seeing how it didn't affect either of you.

Having a friends with benefits meant to set rules, rules both partners could agree to. Jimin and you were quick to have three simple rules to your deal.

No fucking in the weekdays

No family members involved

No feelings

The rules were engraved in both of your brains, yet for some reason Jimin accidentally booty called you on a Wednesday. It was an accident, you kept telling yourself, not wanting to get caught up in the fact that Jimin thought of you, on a weekday. It was never brought up afterwards.

The thought never returned, and before you knew it Jimin was again, laying in your sheets, in between your legs.

Your friend Kate, who knew both you and Jimin, had herself a fuck buddy, talking on and on about how big his dick is, and how well his fingers feel inside of her. Most of the time, it was boring. Until now, when she called you to tell she did handcuff play with her fuck buddy, Jeon Jungkook - who also is a good friend of Jimin's, what are the odds?

Handcuff play. It was interesting, because you've never tried it, and of course something you've never tried in bed is tempting. Jimin was just like you, willing to try anything. So, you decided to buy the classic pink fuzzy handcuffs.

When the weekend came around, you of course messaged Jimin, being so eager to try your new set of handcuffs.

you heyyy, my place in 10? [11:33 PM]

jimin on my way;) [11:34 PM]

you good. i have a surprise for u;) [11:34 PM]

Not long after, a knock was heard on your door, Park Jimin standing outside, waiting patiently for you to open the door. You opened for him, Jimin wearing an all black outfit. He was surprised when he saw you, you were only wearing a thin robe in a light shade of pink, nothing underneath.

''Hi.'' You greeted casually, as if you haven't been the main reason behind Jimin's not-so-secret boner.

''Um- hi.'' He responded, still in shock over your current 'outfit'.

It's not like it was unusual for you to wear something rather easy to take off - but most night's with whom ended with Jimin, you were out with your friends first, which meant mostly you were wearing something suitable for a night out.

Now, was not the occasion for this. You had rather wanted to hang around at home and snuggle with your black cat Mambo, catching up on the newest season of Bridgerton. Eyeing the red box once in a while, contemplating on if you should send a text to Jimin later that evening, not wanting to come in between his plans. He usually would always go out with the guys, so you didn't want to bother him, until later when he's had his fair share of fun.

You didn't move aside for him to walk in, instead you strutted back slowly to your kitchen, having already poured some white wine in two glasses. Jimin had taken your lead, following you inside your apartment, taking off his cap, leather jacket and black boots.

''Drink?'' you asked casually, while holding up both glasses, the glass reaching towards Jimin. He nodded, accepting it, taking a light sip, before setting it back onto the counter. You took the whole time in the world with a simple sip from your glass of wine. Wanting nothing more than Jimin to become needy.

Finally, you settled down you glass, staying put - not daring to move. Jimin took it as a sign, walking closely over to you, now caging you in between his arms who rested onto the counter top. A grin forming itself onto his face, before he spoke, ''What's with the mystery?'' You weren't offended by it, though it did upset you in a way. You were trying to be sexy for once and here he was, thinking it's a mystery act. Just because you hadn't thrown yourself onto him the minute he arrived - as you usually do.

''Are you that needy Park?'' Your head tilting, while your fingers started caressing the nuke of his neck slowly. He didn't answer you, instead you caught his Adam's apple moving up and down - he was gulping out of nervousness. It felt somewhat good, knowing your words could affect Jimin and make him all shy.

''Maybe.'' He eventually said, re-gaining his confidence, which disappeared not long ago.

You chuckled, now gripping the ends of his hair, earning a sudden gasp from Jimin. ''Aren't you curious? About your surprise?'' You reminded him softly, about your texts from earlier, involving a surprise. He hummed a yes - now, taking him by the hand leading him towards the red package, awaiting the both of you on your dinner table.

''Open it.''

Jimin didn't hesitate, before unwrapping the tight black ribbon around the box. Succeeding, the package now opened, the pink fuzzy handcuffs on full display. Jimin's eyebrows grew closer, his lips tucked in-between his teeth.

''What do you say Park?''

He turned his head to you, eyes squinting a bit, still considering such an offer. It was a lot — in that sense that you and Jimin never really talked accessories and sex toys.

''Did Kate put you up to this?'' Jimin let out, your grin slowly disappearing.

''How—'' you started off, but out of shock you cut yourself off with a cough. The sexy act had vanished and you suddenly felt too naked for your liking. The thin robe feels even thinner than before.

''Thank god for her big mouth.''

With that, Jimin walked towards you, his lips landing on yours almost in a hurry. The kiss was itself exceptional. It always felt good to kiss Jimin because he was so good at it, but your mind could not stop thinking about those handcuffs. You had to know.

''Mm— Jimin. You still haven't said yes or no.''

''I thought the kiss made the answer pretty clear.'' His lips tugged upwards in a smirk, one that sent a sudden heat between your legs.

You grinned at his answer, taking the handcuffs from your table and leading Jimin to your bedroom.

You knew Jimin probably had the idea that you were going to be cuffed to your headboard, but you had other ideas — ideas Jimin had never heard from you.

You had always felt a sudden need to dominate at times, it was within you. The sight of a man whining and begging for your touch and giving themselves completely to you and letting you tease them and edge them until they have to beg for you to let them finish, was always a fantasy. A fantasy you so desperately wanted to accomplish and seeing the handcuff possibility, now is the chance.

“Lay down.” You simply order and a confused expression grew on Jimin’s face not knowing where you’re going with this. But Jimin, of course, obeys and slowly lays in your bed, still fully clothed.

You walked closer, with the pink fuzzy handcuffs in your hand, unlocking them and locking them onto your headboard. Jimin turned his head seeing you secure the handcuffs yet not cuffing yourself with them.

“Aren’t we supposed to use them?” Jimin asks out of curiosity, not knowing your next move which was a bit thrilling for him and kept sending an unexpected rush to his cock, hardening him more by the second. Who knew, you being all mysterious was so hot to him?

“We are.” You grin, not only out of nervousness but also anxiously, not knowing how to bring on the topic of you wanting to dominate just for a little while. Just to have a little taste test of seeing Jimin being all whiny and obedient for you.

You decide to straddle Jimin's lap and ask him nicely while slowly grinding onto him. Jimin lets out a small grunt, feeling your bare cunt on his pants, rocking your hips back and forth driving him mad. “Jimin? I was thinking—“ you start off, yet cut yourself off. The insecure part of you telling you that he won’t be down and your fantasy will never be accomplished.

“Yes baby?” His eyes are glowing in your dimmed bedroom looking at you as if he trusts you, which surely helps your doubts about asking him.

“Can I cuff you?” You look away as you ask not being able to see his expression.

The room grows silent. Your heart beats rapidly but it calms as Jimin's hand reaches your cheek, his fingers stroking it calmly, making you turn, meeting his eyes once again.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more freaky.” A smirk tugs on his lips and you can’t help but feel shocked.

“Wha—“ you can’t help but whisper, still having to process Jimin's awfully hot comment to your idea.

“Cuff me baby.” Jimin peppers you with small kisses on your neck, making you slightly moan from the contact. You nod, the both of you moving more towards the headboard and when you finally reach the handcuffs, Jimin willingly gives you his wrists, a small smile on his lips.

Seeing Jimin cuffed onto your headboard made your head spin. You couldn’t believe you’d have your fuck buddy laid out onto your sheets, cuffed to your headboard. You take in the sight, not being able to remove your gaze from him.

“You look so pretty. All cuffed up for me.”

Jimins mouth now agape at your comment, only making him harder and his cock desperately wanting to be set free which explains Jimin bucking his hips upwards, hitting your wet slit, making you gasp from his sudden movement.

You didn’t want to drag it out too long but still wanted to enjoy the possibility in front of you which is edging Jimin as much as possible.

You shift in your position now sitting in between his legs, moving your hands on his torso, rolling up his black t-shirt, your hands feeling his warm skin. Your hand reaches more upwards to his nipples, pinching them enough to earn a grunt from Jimin. His smirk never disappears, clearly enjoying seeing you toy a bit around with him and being able to explore his body much more than you've already done.

You move your upper body upwards, your tongue making contact to his torso, peppering him with small wet kisses, you tongue grazing flatly onto his nipple making him whine a bit and the sound sent a rush towards your already wet cunt, by hearing his angelic whining moan by your tongue on his nipple. You smile in satisfaction, kissing more and more lowly until you reach his waistband. Looking up Jimin smiling slightly at you, his head leaning a tad bit on the headboard so he can watch how you pleasure him.

You don’t waste another second, removing his pants and underwear all together. His cock is already so hard and ready to be touched. The tip glistened with pre-cum. You grab onto the base spitting onto the tip and your hand pumping him slowly, the spit spreading all over. Your hand starts quickening the pace, Jimins moans filling the room by how good you are at touching him and he can’t help but look, seeing you almost drool over his cock glistening right in front of you. Your mouth still hasn’t yet made contact with his cock and it sort of frustrates Jimin how much you’re dragging this — yet it builds up his want for more and he can’t help but buck his hips upwards, fully enjoying your hand palming him nicely.

“Y/N— fuck.” You smile at him, continuing on. Jimin wants to guide his cock more towards your warm welcoming mouth but seeing as he’s restrained to your bed frame it doesn’t exactly help— although that’s what makes it more intense.

“Tell me what you need Park.”

“Your mouth— please fuck!” His voice was laced with eagerness.

Your cheeks grow hot seeing him slightly beg for your mouth so fast, you haven’t even touched him for a while and he can’t help but be so needy for it.

“Like this?” You ask before letting your tongue run flatly from his base up till his tip, a restrained moan leaves Jimin's mouth from the contact.

“Yes baby. Ah!” You take him fully, his tip almost hitting the back of your throat as you take him in whole, being used to his cock inside your mouth. You moan from the sight of Jimin, his head leaned back, eyes shut and his brows growing close from all the pleasure you’re giving him.

You continue taking his cock nicely in your mouth, focusing on your breathing and hollowing your cheeks as you move towards the base. Jimin can’t comprehend the pleasure he’s feeling and he’s not even sure he can last long if you keep going with your amazing pace.

“Your mouth feels amazing.” He can’t help but compliment you, getting a look at you with your eyes shut from enjoying his cock filling your mouth completely. You moan from his compliment sending vibrations onto it making Jimin slightly shiver.

You let go of his cock with a pop, your hand still holding onto the base. You want him inside you, inside you from behind but seeing he’s handcuffed it’ll be hard getting taken from behind. Instead you turn your body, your ass through the thin fabric becoming the new view for Jimin. You decide to leave the thin robe on, wanting to tease Jimin a bit more now that he can’t really take it off for you.

Knowing you’re already dripping almost down your thighs there was no need to warm yourself up. You settle in between his legs, dragging your wet slit onto his cock, coating him with your arousal before pushing yourself down, arching your back from the wave of pleasure from his cock grazing your g-spot as he fills you up nicely.

“Use me… Fuck just use me Y/N.” Jimin pleads from behind you, the sound of metal clinging as he can’t help but move his wrists, desperately wanting to lift your robe to get a view of your bare ass in front of him.

You trail your hands onto his thighs, rocking back and forth adding friction to your clit causing you to moan. “Mmm— I love your cock Jimin.” Followed by another whimper from you.

“It’s all yours Y/N.” Jimin bucks his hip to prove his point. The tip, again, hits your g-spot making your head fall back from the overflowing feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were close and couldn’t help but clench around him, still rocking your hips, lifting a bit, the slapping sounds of your ass hitting onto him filling the room.

The thin robe lifts as you move more up. Jimin can’t help but catch a glimpse and he grows so desperate he’s now pulling the handcuffs, wanting to slap you hard until it has a mark and just be able to touch you. Oh god he really wants to touch you, every inch of you.

Just as you’re about to finish, you can’t help but hear the metal graze onto your headboard, turning your head now facing Jimin. An almost mad driven Jimin who can’t help but pull in desperation and a want to touch you.

“Please remove them. I want to touch you, fuck I have to touch you — please, please…”

“Be patient.” And you go right back to bouncing on him, moans accumulating in the room. Your orgasm only reaches faster as your pace quickens and the familiar knot in the stomach appears, making you whine from the pleasure.

“I’m gonna come—“ You almost cry out, bouncing more desperately on Jimin's cock, using him to come.

''That's right baby, come all over it.'' That becomes the last straw for you, coming undone all over Jimin's cock. Small pants escape your mouth, trying to catch your breath after your intense orgasm. You stay put, Jimin still fully hard inside of you.

Everything happens too fast, Jimin pulling too hard on the handcuffs, breaking them and now touching you everywhere. His hands squeezing hard the flesh of your ass, biting it as well.

''Those handcuffs were kinda shitty.'' You grin, letting Jimin finally take over seeing him become so greedy he's seeing absolute red.

''My turn now.'' Jimin doesn't even let you answer, already grabbing onto the side of your hips, pounding you so hard it makes you dizzy from the overstimulation. You hold tight onto his thighs to stay put in your upwards position.

''Shit you take me so well.'' Your breath hitches at his words, looking down seeing his cock disappear inside of your walls.

Jimin had become so eager he wouldn't be able to last as long as he's used to with you, so after a few more thrusts, he fills you up nicely with his warm cum, sighing from the release. You take it as your cue to remove yourself from him.

''That was probably one of our best rounds.'' Jimin compliments the overall experience and you can't help but feel a heat reach your cheeks seeing him so satisfied from your crazy idea.

''I'm glad you liked it.''

''Liked it? I fucking loved it. Remind me to let you dominate more often.''

You shake your head, not really believing Jimin loved it that much to want it again.

''I don't know if you're completely ready for that.'' You want to tease him yet make him curious over your dominant side.

''You sure about that baby?'' His brows lift, testing the waters with you.

You only let out a laugh, now walking towards the bathroom to clean yourself up.

When you return back, Jimin is on the verge of falling asleep. You smile at the sight of him sprawled naked, taking deep breaths and you join him under the covers. You feel happy and relieved from finally being completely honest with Jimin and your hidden fantasies.

Might be fun to try again…

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underratedandoverit · 6 months

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kip tries to text penelope about his crush on oc, but he accidentally texts oc instead and now oc knows exactly what kip likes about him

~3k words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

i dont have the brains to edit this rn but i wanna post something since i finished this and its been a hot second so. i might come back to edit this a tad later but for now it is what it is apart from that the only warning is that kip says fuck twice in text messages so. theres that lol

just something cute and fluffy for a change yay. because kip is an idiot and i think its adorable. the prompt basically says it all lmao

on ao3

@stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat

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Laying in the hotel bed, Kip was barely awake, but sleep just refused to claim him. He had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours now, honestly annoying him to no end. Kip could feel his eyelids very heavy over his eyes, his whole body was tired and ready to fall asleep, but something was keeping him up tonight.

Tonight. Just like almost every night. Maybe that’s why he was so annoyed by it, because it was such a recurring thing. The thoughts kept coming back to him time and time again, night after night, every time he was almost asleep he could see a vision of the blond flash before his eyes, almost startling him back to the side of consciousness.

When Kip promised to both himself and Orange Cassidy that he would not rest until he got that International title belt in his grabby little British hands, he didn’t mean it as literally as his whole body and mind was obviously taking the statement.

With a sigh Kip rolled to his side, barely opening his eyes as his lazy hand reached for his phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen as it lit up with a push of a button, revealing the time to him. It had been an hour since he had gone to bed, which was still a lot longer than he had been hoping for. Kip inhaled deeply, dropping the phone from his hand next to his pillow, trying to close his eyes again for at least a moment of sleep, no matter how restless.

Soon enough the darkness behind his eyelids were occupied with the events of tonight instead. Kip had been backstage, just watching the show tonight, witnessing once again Cassidy successfully defending the title against an opponent that Tony Khan had seemingly pulled out of a bag filled with random names. Kip had to wonder though if his name was in that bag as well and he was just unlucky enough to never get called up into action against the champion, but at the same time he didn’t mind.

He enjoyed watching the champion. Observing him. His every move, every hand brushing through that hair, the intensity in his bright eyes as he focused on overcoming the increasingly difficult obstacles in his opponents. Every land of the Orange Punch, every pin he made, every victory celebration after another. Week in and week out, Kip liked watching him succeed.

…Of course, for his own personal gain only, that was obviously the only reason. There were no other thoughts going on in his head, he never reflected the rare smile on the champion's face with his own, Kip never wished that he could go up to him after a successful match to congratulate him, to hold… No, shake his hand, to tell him that Cassidy did a good job.

…That Kip wanted him to do more than just that, as he had already done a very good job against him.

No, Kip would never do such things. Never.

He groaned, still annoyed as now he definitely couldn’t shake Cassidy from his mind. Kip might have had a better chance of winning this war in his head if he just admitted to what he wanted, but at the same time he just couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing. He had managed to mask it behind just wanting to get his hands on the title so far, and that had been working in his favor, more or less – at least in the sense that nobody questioned him about why he kept haunting Cassidy so mercilessly, when he was back in the back of the line for another title shot. Kip could just claim he wasn’t planning on giving up so easily, and people would buy it, and that would be it.

Well, in a sense it was true. He wasn’t giving up, or at least his mind wasn’t, but it wasn’t about the title anymore.

It was only about the champion himself.

Rolling on his back, Kip forced his eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Sleep obviously wasn’t coming to him, so in the dark his hand patted for his phone, picking it up, scrolling up his contact list. As soon as he spotted Penelope’s name he clicked the messaging button, beginning to type.

‘I can’t sleep. Wyd?’

Kip stared at the three little dots very quickly forming on the screen, signaling for her typing. Soon a message popped up on the screen, much to Kip’s delight. At least he hopefully wasn’t going to have to deal with these thoughts alone tonight.

‘Nothing much. Was just gonna crash.’

As Kip stopped to ponder how he was going to present his thoughts to her, another message popped up.

‘This isn’t a booty call, is it?’

He chuckled, shaking his head a little, beginning to type.

‘No, I just wanted to talk.’

Kip stopped again, quickly typing again before Penelope had a chance to respond yet.

‘I can’t stop thinking about Clementine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.’

Maybe a bit over the top, but Kip was known for his flare for the dramatics, and they had talked about this with Penelope before, his… Supposed crush, as she liked to refer it to as, on Cassidy, so the wording felt appropriate to him. After all, it was keeping him up at night, multiple nights a week at this point, putting him in a state that he wasn’t quite sure what he was going through.

As Penelope took a while to start responding, Kip began to type again. He was hoping she was just giving him space to talk as she didn’t outright tell him no or that this wasn’t an appropriate time for this conversation, as she was usually very straight forward when it came to that kind of stuff.

‘Every time I see him I can’t stop looking at him. I want him to stare at me with those intense eyes of his again, but not as opponents in the ring, but as something more. I want him to run his hand through my hair like he does his own. Fuck I want those hands on me just in general. I can’t stop thinking about the things he would be so good at doing with them. It fucking keeps me up at night like… I think I’m going insane. He makes me go insane.’

He almost regretted the paragraph of text right after hitting send, but as the mark of it being read appeared on his screen, Kip had no place for such feelings in him anymore. He read the lines over a couple of times while waiting for Penelope to process everything and to reply back to him, nodding his head along his own words in approval. Those were the things he had been thinking about tonight, all of those about Orange Cassidy, and then some Kip wasn’t quite sure he should just pour onto her without any warning. This was already a lot, though Penelope did know quite many of them already, but still. He had to draw the line somewhere and keep the rest of his thoughts private in his own mind, where he could just as easily imagine Cassidy doing all the things he wanted him to do when Kip closed his eyes.

Kip was almost startled out of his thoughts as his phone suddenly pinged, signaling Penelope finally responding back to him. Kip’s eyes narrowed a little at the message as he read it, Penelope asking if he wanted to talk face to face about it, and asked for his room number. Maybe he had revealed a little bit too much this time, but at least Penelope wasn’t telling him to shut up and just go to sleep.

He quickly texted her back the room number, watching Penelope send back a thumbs up emoji. Kip dropped the phone from his hand, reaching with it for the light switch for the lamp next to the bed, shielding his eyes with his free hand as he managed to turn it on. Pushing himself up from the bed, Kip double checked that at least the shorts he had chosen to wear were decent before picking up the hoodie he had worn earlier in the day and just thrown over the back of the chair, quickly pulling it over his exposed upper body. He didn’t need to dress fancy or perfectly for just Penelope, but some decency was in order at least.

Kip brushed his hand through his hair a few times, trying to get rid of the possible bedhead he had managed to gather while tossing and turning in bed, walking into the bathroom to make sure in the mirror that he looked decent. As the lights flickered on in the room, he winced a little at his reflection; Kip was very well aware he was dead tired, but for some reason he hadn’t expected that to reflect on the way he looked on the outside. He had gotten rather good at cleaning the makeup after shows now so the dark circles were definitely not smudged eyeliner anymore.

With a sigh he quickly ran the faucet, splashing his face a few times with cold water in hopes of looking a bit more alive. In his head Kip quietly cursed that dastardly Orange Cassidy, keeping him awake at night like this, making him sleep deprived and looking like hell against his own will. Without being there in person doing that to him himself. What a coward.

Kip jumped a little at the sudden knock on his door, peeking his head out of the bathroom as if to confirm that he had heard the noise correctly. It repeated after a short while, Kip turning off the lights before exiting the bathroom, making his way to the door. He flipped the lock open and pressed the handle down, pushing the door open.

And getting face to face with Cassidy standing in his doorway.

Kip stared at him for a moment, the blond looking back at him equally silently, observing him from behind the sunglasses. Kip didn’t even think it was odd that he was wearing them inside at the dead hours of the night; as far as he was concerned, Cassidy probably even slept with them on. The only time they came off was inside the ring.

“So, uh,” Cassidy was the first one to break the silence, Kip just blinking blankly back at him. “Can I come in or…?”

Kip’s mind was reeling, but his tired body was working wonders for him, his feet shuffling him away from the doorway to allow the blond entrance into his hotel room. Kip knew rationally that he was waiting for Penelope, but at the same time, Cassidy was here now. Maybe Penelope had ran into him on her way, just deciding to send Cassidy his way instead to help solve this dilemma that Kip was clearly having. Maybe this had been her plan all along, the moment she asked for his room number, Penelope was just planning on giving it to Cassidy to send him over. Or --

Kip suddenly drifted back from his thoughts as he felt a presence very close to him, blinking his eyes to bring himself back to reality as Kip registered that Cassidy had stepped right up to him, standing directly in front of him. Kip froze up, not being sure what to expect from him, as Cassidy carefully untangled his hand from the door handle, proceeding to push the door shut again before his eyes slowly dragged back to Kip, the Brit feeling his face heating up against his will as he watched Cassidy pull the sunglasses from his face, with almost scary precision throwing them onto the bed across the room with just a flick of his wrist.

“So what was the other thing you wanted?” Cassidy asked as his eyes locked onto Kip’s, the Brit just staring wide eyed back at him, feeling his heartbeat rising, the pounding ringing in his ears. This was way too close to the message he had sent to Penelope, had she ratted him out to the man himself?

Kip opened his mouth, but closed it again, being both aware of what he was supposed to answer but also not being sure if he should say anything. Cassidy just looked at him, without breaking eye contact fishing his phone from his pocket, only briefly looking away from Kip to check something on the screen, a soft smile tucking the corner of the blond’s lips.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered to himself, nodding a little as he put the phone away again. Kip could barely breathe for a moment before Cassidy established eye contact again, locking Kip back in place with that mesmerizing look – the Brit just barely avoiding the hand that Cassidy extended his way, breaking Kip out of his spell as he stumbled a few steps back.

“Wha-what are you doing? Why are you here? What do you want?”

Cassidy looked at him, slowly lowering his hand down, stuffing them into his jeans pockets. Kip’s eyes unintentionally followed his hands now that there was some distance between the two of them, him swallowing thickly as he noticed the waistband of Cassidy’s boxers under the jeans showing. It wasn’t unusual for him, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of a moment Kip wanted to be caught observing his underwear.

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? You said you wanted to talk, among all those other things. Right?”

Kip looked at him for a moment, his eyes slowly drifting away from him towards the phone still sitting in his bed. So Penelope had ratted him out actually, probably forwarding all the messages to Cassidy to put Kip in this position where he finally had to deal with all of this himself.

“So I’m here to… I don’t know,” Cassidy shrugged, his eyes following Kip’s towards the bed, the Brit’s face flaring up an even brighter color of red as he saw from the corner of his eye Cassidy observing the bed as well. Kip didn’t need to think any further to figure out what Cassidy was thinking. “Talk. Or do the stuff. Or whatever.”

Kip didn’t reply to him, instead he quickly moved over to the bed, grabbing his phone into his hand, popping the previous messages open, beginning to furiously type his distaste of this situation to Penelope. As soon as he hit send on the message, he could hear a faint sound coming from elsewhere in the room, that a quick glance around it revealed it had come from Cassidy’s phone, the blond raising a brow at his screen in confusion before looking back at Kip.

“…You do know you’ve been texting me this entire time, right?”

Kip blinked, eyes slowly falling back onto his phone, finally actually looking at the name of the receiver of the texts he had been sending tonight. He was so sure he had clicked on Penelope’s name, but much to his horror, the name on the receiver line actually did read ‘Orange’. Kip quickly backed out of the messages, double checking his contact list; unsurprisingly but absolutely disappointingly, both Penelope’s and Orange’s names showing right next to one another on the list.

He had accidentally clicked the wrong one while in his sleep deprived state earlier.

The horror slowly dawned on him, revealing to him what he had actually done. The things he had said. The feelings he had revealed. Kip slowly took a seat at the edge of the bed, throwing the phone to the side as he hid his face into his hands, letting out a pained groan filled with disgust and discomfort as it settled in how this whole situation probably looked like to Cassidy.

And the worst part about that was that everything Kip said he did actually mean.

“…Hey.”

Kip’s hands dropped from his face, but he refused to look up at Cassidy who had walked up to him, stopping in front of him. With a sigh Kip prepared to hear the berating that was rightfully coming his way, but instead he suddenly felt a hand softly brushing through his hair, gently tucking it to make him follow the movement, looking back up at Cassidy, who just softly smiled back at him.

“Did you mean… All of that?”

Kip could feel his face heating up, but he just couldn’t look away from that pair of beautiful blue eyes of his. Cassidy’s hold of his hair was so lax Kip managed to nod slightly, still a bit hesitant, but if Cassidy had indeed seen the messages in full already, there was no reason for him to lie about it. The worst he could do was make fun of him, laugh at him, leave Kip hanging after such a nonconfession. Which he probably deserved and at least it would make it so much easier to forget about the desires he had for the International champion.

But instead Cassidy just hummed at him quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he carefully ran his hand through Kip’s hair again before positioning himself in his lap, surprisingly to both of them without any resistance. Cassidy’s hand slid out of his hair to the back of his neck, his fingertips dancing along his skin while the other arm lazily rested over his shoulder. Kip’s awkward hands found themselves on Cassidy’s thighs, his nervous energy coming out with little taps of his fingers against them.

“I think I can make you a little bit more insane, if you wish.” His voice was barely louder than a whisper, Kip just responding silently with another nod before Cassidy leaned closer, pressing a soft, slow kiss against his lips.

#fic #request #character: orange cassidy #character: kip sabian #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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journey-to-the-attic · 7 months

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patch notes 1-4

( '!' and '!!' indicate larger changes that you might be more inclined to go back to read - '!' is more little additions, '!!'' is more substantial changes to existing content/larger additions)

(chapters are also linked for ease of access)

overall: -dialogue edited to be more natural/in-character - long paragraphs broken up so they're easier to read - ik's internal monologue made more consistent with her characterisation - several chapters titles changed to either be funnier, more concise, better in general, or some combination of the three

ch one: - removed/changed some of the more dated references/jokes (left in the 'who the fuck are you' joke though) - cut some of ik's conversation with mammon about religion towards the end of the chapter

ch two: - made asmo helping ik with her uniform a bit more concise of a scene (also added a little exchange towards the end of the scene that i think is cute :) )

ch three: - !! a lot of levi's tsl info-dump has been changed, and he and ik have some more dialogue with each other separate from just the info-dumping - ! lucifer and ik have a new little interaction when he wakes her from a nap in the latter half of the chapter

ch four: - satan calls ik 'imp-sized' instead of just 'tiny' in their conversation in the first half - corrected solomon and a demon in the class accidentally misgendering professor elderflower - ik does some more thinking before texting solomon to ask about the apparent tax evasion

#'' indicates changes that are big enough to be worth going back to read! (in my opinion anyway)#also something really annoying is that wattpad's text alignment is Not consistent #like i'll change it to match the way it's done in the og ao3 #and when i save/post it. it mostly just all gets aligned left again????#as a result the text conversations don't read the way they're supposed to and it sucks ngl #no idea how to fix it either #i feel like i've forgotten some stuff but ah well #patch notes #obey me

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doomedlvr · 1 month

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You guys I need to show you this cause I can’t suffer alone. Obviously it’s fake, but you cannot tell me you don’t feel like you didn’t feel get hit in the face with a baseball bat by 2012 reading this post

[I [23f] created a 1:1 scale puppet version of my boyfriend [22m] and showed it to him during foreplay as a joke. Now he hasn’t texted me in 12 hours and I’m starting to get worried. How do I get him to text me back?

The title pretty much says it all, but here are some more details: my boyfriend of six months and I have had a pretty cut and dry relationship up to this point. I’ve always been what some people would call “quirky,” so pranks are sort of my bread and butter. He, John, has expressed that he really likes this part of me and I’m just happy to be with someone who can handle all of my zest, lol! Sometimes I worry that he doesn’t actually think I’m as funny as he says, but he always reassures me that this is not the case. One of the ways we really like to express our humor to each other is in the bedroom, for example I love to do impressions of mostly Disney characters (such as the “paperwork” lady from Monsters Inc, haha). He sometimes does them too, but he’s not that good at voices.

So here’s where I think I may have taken it too far: I recently bought a sewing machine to try and make cosplay costumes and stuff, but something dawned on me as I was messing around with it. This was the plan:

We oftentimes sexytimes with a habitual back rub massage sort of thing, and we switch off. And then we progress into french kissing and then full blown you know what. One very important fact to tell you is that John does in fact wear glasses, so I will usually make a point to take them off and put them on the table for safety. During this particular romp in the hay, I got a really funny idea about how to take his glasses off next time and I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked me what I was laughing at because he has some insecurity about his appearance, but I assured him that it was nothing like that. We had our fun and John went home, but all I could think about was this plan.

So the next day I went to the fabric store and bought a bunch of skin colored felt and wire framing and cotton and got to work creating a muppet-style version of my boyfriend to put his glasses on next time we started getting dirty style. Honestly, the thing was looking pretty good and I even found some clothes at Goodwill that were his style. I dressed the puppet in the clothes, hid them under my collection of squishmallows that’s in my room, and invited him over.

To spare you all the explicit details, we did start kissing and taking clothes off and stuff, but my hands were shaking as I reached up to grab his glasses. Instead of putting it on my nightstand I made a point to say something like “I’m just gonna put these riiiiight here” as I stretched over to the squishmallow that was covering the puppet boyfriend’s head and put the glasses right over his felt eyes. He got confused I think and looked back to where I put the glasses and sat up, as a felt version of his face (very easily identifiable by the way, John has red hair and a mustache, so the glasses on top left little question of who this could be). He was silent for a second then said “is that supposed to be me?” as I was laughing. I said something like “do you like it?” as I took it out of the squishmallow pile and revealed the entirety of muppet John.

“Oh did you make that?” he asked, and I stood it up off the bed and asked him to stand next to it. “See? It’s just like you basically!” I said, but he still wasn’t laughing that much. I think he saw that the muppet ended up being just a little bit taller than him (he’s 5’7 and probably insecure about that, the muppet ended up accidentally being a little taller than him, around 6’1 based on seeing them side by side).

I noticed his disappointment and did a tried and true disney impression to make him feel better. In my best Goofy impression I said “Well, looks like we should call him Big, John, Hyuck!” John just took the glasses off of Big John and let him fall to the floor, and put the glasses on the nightstand and sat on the bed for a while but we eventually went to Sin city but it was a lot more quiet than usual. He left after that, even though we were planning on having a sleepover, he said he wasn’t feeling good. I texted him goodnight and went to bed.

So here’s the ish: this morning I haven’t gotten any good morning text, or any texts at all from him, even though he always sends me a good morning text. I’m worried that Big John was a step too far and that normal john didn’t think the joke was as funny as I did. I feel like he’s just putting me in an uncomfortable position by not telling me how this made him really feel, even though I thought it was pretty funny… Is this salvageable or am I effed?

tl;dr : Created a life-sized puppet of my boyfriend to put his glasses on. But, I think it made him insecure, and now he wont text me.]

Link to original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoHotTakes/s/MgEPhDqnr0

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luvmmarner · 1 year

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Anthony Cirelli - I hate you not

TW: smut, drinking, unprotected sex (always be safe), angry/makeup sex? (ig)

This is my first time writing smut! It's not the greatest. I tried so hard not to use 'she or I' I'm usually best at writing when using 'she / I' instead of 'you'. If you do see it let me know! TAGLIST: @bolts-nation @cellythefloshie

You still remembered the day you met Anthony. June 10th at the coffee shop. You accidentally ran into him and you guys became quick friends. The friend title didn’t last for long as your feelings for each other grew over time. Until eventually he asked you to be his girlfriend you gladly accepted, but only if you knew what he would do. You would’ve kept the friend title.

At the start of your relationship everything was perfect and you didn’t suspect anything. He would go off on his roadtrips with the team often and you wouldn’t see him for weeks even. It was normal at least you thought it was.

That was until time passed by the more he grew distant and snappy. You weren't dealing with that and left. You packed up everything and left without notice.

Of course your phone would go off like crazy when he returned home to find out you were gone. But you couldn’t care less. For months you ignored his texts and calls.

That was until one night…

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You groaned, "Fine only because it's your birthday. You detested having fun and going out to clubs. Your back tingled with the fear of being observed in public. Anna, your best friend, clapped and hugged you.

“Let me help you get dressed.” She remarked . As she began to sort through your clothes.

Before entering the club, you couldn't believe you were doing it. Until you entered the club. You realized there's no turning back. If they only played nice music, you wouldn't have hated the noisy music and the throng. Would you possibly consider appreciating it.

You made the decision to have a drink. Way too many and as soon as you were heading to the dance floor. Someone grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Baby..”

From the beginning, it was clear who it was. However, the voice only confirmed. Your voice became shaky. No way could this be possible. Why was he here...

“Anthony..” That was all you could say. Perhaps the shock or the abrupt throat dryness was to blame.

“I missed you.” you continued. You were way too drunk to even remember why you left him. All you wanted at the moment was him. His touch filled you with so much desire for him it was unbelievable.

“You're drunk. I’m taking you home.” He said completely unphased by your words. You didn’t even react. When he picked you up and carried you to his car. You were surely embarrassed, but even then you could barely walk.

“Where are we going” You groaned. As he started the car.

“To my house.” He said, his tone marginally angry.

“Are you mad at me.” You frowned. His grip on the steering wheel immediately answered your question.

“I’m sorry. I love you. I was just confused. You were always a meanie and grump.” Half of the confession was true. Yes you still loved him. But you didn’t regret it whatsoever.

He chuckled, low and deep at my words. “So you leave out of nowhere without telling me. That doesn’t sound like you love me all that much.”

You stayed quiet. Until you were once again figuring out where you were heading – drawing a blank before remembering again.

“Are we going to your house to have sex?”

“Definitely not when you’re this drunk.” “I’m not that drunk. Seriously. I’m fine. I only had 3 shots. It’s not that bad. I even remember what happened yesterday. Am I not good enough for you.” You pouted. This was definitely unfair. You weren’t even drunk at all.

“You are the only one who is enough for me. Just not when you're drunk.” He muttered and glanced at you.

You bit the inside of your mouth. Before doing something you would probably never do while sober. You climbed over onto his lap. Your head resting on the side of the seat. The growl leaving his voice could’ve been a clear indication to stop. But too bad you didn’t want to.

“I want you please.” The desperation in your voice was enough to set a small grin on his face.

“Get back in your seat or I’ll park this car and we can walk.” He said the annoyed sound in his voice indicated he was not messing around.

The seriousness only made you laugh. “Then do it”

Only when he parked his car did you know he wasn't joking. Would he really force you to walk? You couldn't even stand.

“Please, I don't want to walk.” Your pout deepened.

“Should of list–” You cut him off with a kiss. Which he gladly accepted. He tasted like mint and it sent electric waves through your body. His hand immediately traveled to your waist. This kiss was definitely different then all the other times – when you kissed him. He explored your mouth like he was waiting for this for so long. You couldn’t help but moan into the heated kiss. But before you could do anything else he pulled away leaving you feeling the most empty than you had in awhile.

“Please. I just want you even if I’m drunk. I promise I won't regret it in the morning.” You said – your eyes filling with tears.

“Just wait. I promise I will once we are home” He sharply inhales.

As soon as you entered his apartment and – the door shut firmly behind you. His mouth was on yours. The kiss was full of need and desperation. As soon as you started to undress was when he stopped you.

“First tell me why.” His tone was razor sharp, but filled with hurt was his eyes. He pressed his growing erection against you creating a jolt of pleasure that radiated up through your core. There was so much heat flooding your body that all you wanted to do was take his clothes off. But he was right. He deserved an answer.

“You were so distant..” You paused, “I thought you didn’t want me no more.” He was significantly pleased with that answer. He whispered every so slightly ‘I always wanted you’ That was unfortunately inaudible to you. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom you once shared. As soon as he sat on the bed he pulled you to him so that you were straddling him. You lift your arms as he pulls off the dress your friend picked out for you. He reconnects our lips as his hands work the clasp of your bra.

He growled as he unclipped your bra and tossed it so carelessly to the floor. Your hands began to explore lower against his back and tug at his shirt. He lifts his arms so you could take it off him which is exactly what you did. You run your hands all over his chest touching every contour of muscle and his back. He silently told you to sit straight which you obliged. He lowers his mouth to your nipples, gilding his tongue so roughly, but gentle in a way over them. You couldn’t help, but let out a thristy moan. His hands started to slide beneath the hem of my underwear. “Can you lay on your back” he asked. You nodded following his instructions.

He unbuttoned the buttons on his jeans, stepping out of them. The anticipation was getting the best of you every moment that passed. You shuddered as he slid the underwear off you. There was no warning as he took your leg with his hand and started to thrust inside you. The pace was unexpectedly hard and fast. All you could do was take it. It hurt, but it hurt in the best possible way.

The way you started to clench around him. You knew you weren't going to last long. His lips pressed against yours, hard, as his whole muscle in his leg became tight. Shaking with unbelievable pleasure. “Holy fuck. I love you.” he said – as he filled your core with his cum.

He wasn’t done with you yet though.

He slid one finger along your core sinking lower to slip inside. Another finger followed. It slid in with such ease. His thumb slowly moved to press against your nub, circling as more pleasure built. He set a slow, but rough pace. His pace speeded up and you couldn’t help, but chase after the orgasm you were denied minutes ago.

“Are you going to be good for me and come?” he asked in a husky voice.

You nodded. He moved a little faster, your breath quickened. You were dampening his fingers. Then as he sped up again, you clamped down on his fingers. You couldn’t help but cry out. You were growing even hotter and wetter, you were right at the edge. The way he suddenly grabbed your hair and the way his finger twirled at the right spot is what made you come undone. Your nails scratched down his back as you recovered from your intense orgasm.

“I love you.” You said completely out of breath. Your legs felt wobbly and upon the drinking it wasn’t best if you walked. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around him. Placing you under the covers of the bed. You couldn’t help, but close your eyes and drift off. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead. Silently mouthing 'I love you too’ He knew you would forget or possibly regret everything tomorrow. But he didn’t care. He had this one last night with you and that’s all that mattered!

#nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #nhl imagine #heart break #smut #nhl smut #anthony cirelli #tampa bay lightning #hockey smut #hockey imagine

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hippolotamus · 15 days

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Accidental Like for the fic title game?

Hiiii, Friend!!!!!

Apologies, this one took me a hot second.

Honestly, Eddie blames Karen for his current panic. Sure, she didn’t force him onto Instagram or into drinking three glasses of Pinot. But he’s at least 87% sure she purposely talked to Hen about Buck’s latest story where he could hear her.

By some miracle Eddie doesn’t drop his wine glass when he sees the black and white selfie of a shirtless Buck, dripping in sweat. However, one could argue that what he does instead is much, much worse. All he wanted was to grab a screenshot. (Hey, it's a great photo with very, uh... artistic lighting.) But apparently he’s all thumbs and that was too much to ask, because he accidentally hits the ‘message’ box and, instead of tapping out of it, sends a fire emoji react. If the earth could please swallow him whole that would be great, thanks. Sadly, the LA fault lines aren’t feeling that generous. “I have to go,” he says in a rush and proceeds to mentally thank every available god that the closest Uber is less than five minutes away. During the ride home he pockets his phone and resolutely does not look at it. Especially when he gets a text from Buck. A fact he knows without even looking when the ridiculous Gummy Bear song plays. He really needs to be more vigilant about checking his settings when Buck and Chris are together. In the safety of his house, he contemplates shutting his phone off and burying it in the backyard. Except he kinda needs it for a lot of things. And what if Buck’s message is completely unrelated and he needs help? Dammit. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and takes a centering breath before bracing himself to look. The text is a screenshot of Eddie's reaction followed by a series of question marks. Just what the hell does that mean? How's Eddie supposed to respond? He could explain it was an accident but then it would somehow feel like he's lying even more. So he does the completely logical, adult thing and calls Buck. "Eddie?" Buck answers, sounding somewhere between happy - like his metaphorical tail is wagging - and uncertain. "What? It was a good shot," Eddie says with far more nonchalance than he should be capable of right now. He can almost hear the way Buck's lips curve into a teasing smirk. "Just good?" "Fishing for compliments isn't a nice look, y'know." "But apparently that selfie was," he quips. "Oh, fuck off. You know you look amazing." "Yeah? You think so?" Buck asks, low and husky in a way that sends a jolt of arousal straight to Eddie's gut. "I know so." There's a sharp inhale before Buck utters a very breathy, "Fuck." And god help Eddie for what he says next. He's not even sure it's really him speaking anymore, because what the hell? "Ready to go for that title, Buckley?"

send a made up fic title

#fic title ask #hippo writes #well this took a fun sexy turn #thanks for the ask and your patience

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golby-moon · 8 months

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a look a fic for the @dadstielminibang that I stole and promptly dumped art all over

got to draw lots of new things in this bang, from mallets to whac-a-mole machines to a carnival-style tarp for the fair thing. I found some fancy carnival-y font online that I can't remember the name of and traced over that for the title text; never would've gotten it anywhere near consistent otherwise. idk why the title has lights around it really, I just like it

I've never done anything quite like this one before with the characters on the sides like that and I'm not quite sure why I did it now, I just pictured it. I think it's due to the emphasis the claims info placed on the scene in which they first meet, their dynamic-influenced eyes locking from a distance until Dean approaches in his flannel that I spent way too much time on (and was designed to sorta reflect the 'Cas' color (blue) while Cas' shirt reflects the 'Dean' color (green)). Claire is naturally very suspicious and Jack has no idea what's happening

talking things out scene, in which I force myself to attempt to draw a shoe bench (which I've never heard of before this) and used the opportunity to dress Cas up like a dorky professor for his date with Dean and Claire like an angsty pre-teen that thinks that double sleeves thing is cool (it's not) (please don't look too closely at the proportions in this, especially around the legs uh)

upon making a sketch for this one, I was really dreading trying to figure out how to draw this one and very strongly considered just covering everybody up with multiple blankets and calling it a day because ghkjfgjkfgjkfg posing gjfkfg. it ended up being not nearly as bad as I thought. there's no particular significance in the colors or anything and I basically just picked whatever, although Jack's strawberry-themed pajamas' colors were picked on purpose. the author gave the idea to make Dean's clothes ones that he borrowed from Cas instead of Generic Grey Sweatpants like I was originally gonna do because Dean is Repressed, so he gets flowers to match Cas' bees ,_,

finally, after rambling wayy too much about all the art I buried my author with, here's the divider I did (that I kept calling 'page break thingy' up until the end where I accidentally learned its actual name). I've never done a divider before and wanted to give it a shot. it includes a mallet from the fair thing and a Lego spaceship as well as a bundle of flowers and a 'death lantern' (which is used to protect the candle apparently, another thing I learned about while doing the art for this fic). I tried to emphasize both the past and the present by adding two elements from both, but idk if I did that very well tbh. either way, an attempt was made

the fic this is made for is called "Legos, Love, & Batman's Little Helpers" by @liron-ao3 for the dadstiel mini bang

(08/25/23)

#my art #supernatural #spn #spn fanart #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #fic art #art made for other people #claire novak #jack kline #baby jack #kid claire #my thoughts #my bang legacy #alpha dean winchester #omega castiel #omegaverse #dadstiel mini bang

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patorucho · 2 years

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My @mcytblraufest gift for @sleepiestslooth !

[Image 1 ID: Art of Empires!Jimmy, holding his hand up in distress. Yellow italicized text at the bottom reads: "Scott!" Jimmy yelled. End ID]

[Image 2 ID: Art of Empires!Scott, frozen without emotion. Yellow italicized text at the bottom reads: But he was given the cold shoulder. End ID]

AU Context and non text versions under the cut!

So this AU is called Salmons, it was supposed to be a short web comic about Flower Husbands but I scrapped it because I didn't have time and Empires was moving too quickly

Wow hi hi hi!! I hope I did the Image IDs well because it took me a while to write one that made sense.

Also I was kinda stupid and didn't read the little to no canon compliance, but it's fine since the story has it's own direction after canon. You don't know how anxious I am making this post lol ×_×;

For context of the scene, Jimmy just stumbled upon Scott's ice palace and found Scott frozen. I guess I wanted Scott to have a "true love melts a frozen heart" scene which made the idea of the comic (this scene is the backbone of the idea lmao) and always had a small headcanon before he came back to Rivendell in canon that instead he'd turn frozen solid.

And so I made a plot for the eventual lead up, Jimmy was going to go to Scott's house to ask something (I wasn't sure what), and accidentally set off the traps Sausage and fWhip made. He panics and tries to find Scott to apologize for blowing up his house, getting a poppy to sweeten the apology. Then he finds the palace and this scene happens. The aftermath of this scene will be reblogged and the ending of the au just kinda leads up to cheesy FH stuff, like them being together up until the finale where they die together and find each other again in my 3rd Life AU (Poppy Garden).

For why it was called Salmons, the original name was supposed to be Red Herrings. Mainly because the comic was going to have a lot of red herrings leading up to the ending. But I guess the title was too on the nose so I went with salmons (my logic at the time was, salmon = red fish, herring = fish, x_x)

I'll be reblogging this with the ending and aftermath of this scene! Just to understand why I wanted so much twists in the comic in the first place.

Have a nice day!!

#empires smp #flower husbands #empiresshipping #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires smajor #empires solidarity #vindixart #vindixaus #mcytblr au fest #au - different ending

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rebeltombraider · 6 months

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Sorry for the Wall of Text but hey! List of Future Fics in the works? :D

Okay so... I've been working on SO MANY stories for a while now (plot bunnies drag me around from one to the next, through new stories, while I still work slowly on my current Ao3 fics), but decided to post a little here about everything (story wise) that's been going on with the fics being mainly worked on!

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Plot Bunnies Currently Making Me Their Bitch:

MCU - No Title yet, but is going to be an absolute TITAN of a story and series spanning from around 2007 pre-Iron Man 1 to Secret Invasion, with a lot of changes and a lot of additions (including Timeline event changes, Infinity War being an actual 3 to 4 month long war instead of 24hrs, PIETRO SURVIVES without Clint and the kid dying, Ultron is gonna be a far more badass boss fight with a moment of Avengers going "...Why do I hear boss music?", a handful of characters are going to be added to spice things up) and so much more! OC is gonna be Nat's kid via Red Room science (made in a lab) which will go over more in the fic (also other DNA is Yelena's, however there will be ZERO Nat x Yelena here. it will be Platonic "this is my child so i will cut a bitch if anyone hurts them" sort of parental situation. Yelena tends to be Aro/Ace in my fics being written, majority of the time, though there is an idea for an Ace!Yelena and Kate fic i have in mind, but that's for another story) - (OC -intersex afab- x Wanda Maximoff, and a lot of background pairings) - Inspired by "Smells Like Teen Spirit" version by Malia J, "Set It All Free" sang by Scarlett Johansson, and "Can't Help Falling in Love" version by Haley Reinhart

MCU - No Title Yet, a possible series of oneshots jumping around of Venom!NonBinary!Reader, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop platonic besties spreading some chaos and even possibly accidentally helping couples get together - (Background Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Steve, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Pepper, Carol x Maria Rambeau, Peter Parker x MJ, Maria Hill x Sif, Thor x Jane) - Inspired by "Oath" by Cher Lloyd ft Becky G, "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, and "Raise Your Glass" by P!nk

MCU - Waking Wanda - a Dark started story intro that leads to OC being reborn as Wanda Maximoff (though doesn't get flashes of memories until a young child of around 5ish and it's only enough to sort of let me give a reason for character changes Wanda will have, also no "MCU knowledge"). Story will toe the line with Dark status every so often (Wanda has very little problem being an Antihero right off the bat when around Teenage and that carries on as she ages, and has no problem literally killing to protect, more so when it comes to protecting Pietro). Sort of a test story for Darker writings, but ultimately will have a happy ending because i'm a sucker for happy endings. Technically the OC is just a placebo spark for me to change Wanda up a little for a story idea, and the OC stuff itself means very little beyond those "sparks" to induce change which will butterfly effect over time. (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, with background Pietro x Sam, Steve x Bucky, etc, etc) - Story was inspired by "Vicious" by Halestorm, and "Sweet but Psycho" by Ava Max

MCU - No Title Yet, and a smaller fic (and closer to the MCU timeline of stuff, though still plenty of changes and yes, Pietro lives along with Clint and the kid here, too). Will also toe the line with Darker stuff like Waking Wanda will (i'm very fond of writing antiheroes lately...), and OC will have Animal Shapeshifting powers. OC is also a brother to Wanda and Pietro via triplets instead of twins. - (TransMale!OC x Natasha Romanoff, with background Wanda x Darcy and Pietro x Monica) - Story was inspired by "Insane" by Black Gryph0n and Baasik, and "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch

MCU - No Title Yet, this story will be a fic that doesn't heavily dip into fighting battles at first like the other stories, and instead will be set where Reader will end up in the MCU and steps in where possible (healing ability and also has wings, though you can hide them into a scar on your back) to try to encourage change to bring a bit less pain and suffering to our Avengers. Wanda and Natasha end up dating Reader (triad poly) during Civil War era (bigger changes here, and yes, Reader saves Pietro, there is deff a pattern here for me, i think) after Reader sort of gets pulled in via sticking around after Lagos to heal any wounded (Wanda yeets Rumlow a little more viciously so it clears it just enough to only cause a little bit of roof damage) - Wanda x Natasha x Female Reader - Inspired by "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback, and "Soldier" by Gavin DeGraw

MCU - No Title Yet, possibly a small series of oneshots about Wanda and Reader being a Soft!Couple, but also has Wanda and Vision being besties, and Reader and Natasha being besties. Literally just a "feel good" series - Wanda x Female Reader (Reader and Nat being Platonic besties, while Wanda and Vision being Platonic besties) - Inspired by "You and Me" by Plain White T's, and "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves

MCU - No Title Yet, set after Endgame. Natasha comes back via Steve's stone exchange, but she's not really healed from it. Scars, recovering from broken bones, and honestly feels lost. While Clint is dealing with Kate stuff (Yelena goes to help him at Natasha's request, and because she's become fond of him like an older brother as well), Natasha meets Southern!Reader who is a friend of Laura's, visiting from Texas (was also a Marine). Reader and Natasha are a bit awkward at first (Natasha because she's still recovering and unsteady from retiring, thus not really sure what she wants to do now, and Reader due to just being a shy awkward person who still doesn't really understand how people "people"). The two end up helping each other. Natasha helping Reader with moments of night terrors spawned from PTSD of war/battles against other humans and other skirmishes with Thanos' army during the blip era. Reader helps Natasha stop pushing herself so hard during her recovery (physical and mental), and start to stop and just breathe, along with the fear of a truly unknown future. - Natasha x Autistic!Female Reader - Inspired by "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" sang by Scarlet Johansson, "Rise Up" by Andra Day, "Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling ft Lzzy Hale, and "All I Know So Far" by P!nk

MCU - No Title Yet. IM SO WEAK for Vera Farminga that it's unreal (dare i say Wanda Maximoff levels)?! That held my existence hostage and spawned this one here, of Eleanor Bishop x Reader. Reader is gonna be Wanda and Pietro's slightly older sibling (Marvel can pry Pietro's survival from my cold, dead hands) and has powers much like Magneto of the X-Men movies, but also cannot be harmed by metal objects, and has a resistance (read: resistance, not immunity) to more extreme cold and hot temperatures, as well as the abilities extending to Vibranium.

Conjuring Universe - No Title Yet. read above about weakness, RIP. Anyway, Reader will be Ed's sister who portrays a masculine build/clothing (and yes, binder! inc history research of binders and what was common and uncommon in that time era). Will happen around the main 3 Conjuring movies, as well as dabbling in The Nun 2 post credits scene (and extended), and the Curse of La Llorona getting a lil bit of a rewrite.

#Wanda Maximoff x Original Character #yelena belova and kate bishop and venom!reader platonic #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #trans male!OC x natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x autistic!reader #eleanor bishop x reader #lorraine warren x reader #wanda maximoff x autistic!reader

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