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sexxyasia · 3 months

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polaroid [luke castellan x !fem! reader]

ABOUT: after the camp perv; luke goes through your things to find a pair of your panties he finds a scandalous polaroid you took of yourself and takes it back to his bunk, when you find out he's been jerking off to your picture and panties, but when you notice your shit was gone you confront him. but, you ended give him what he wants most.

tysm anon for sending this beautiful request 😋 (send anons, get weird w it too, idc ill write abt it!!!)

WARNINGS : told in 3rd person, pet names (reader & luke), cursing, p in v, use of y/n, kinda soft sex, luke is kinda soft dom if u read between the lines... squirting (i kinda have a kink so...), protected sex FINALLY 🥳, luke jerking off to a picture of you and to ur panties :3, luke deadass stealing ur shit, luke is being a little shit towards ur siblings so, thats that... luke being nosy and sniffing ur underwear (what a freak amirite!) and the reader can be any race (no shit) but i intended for her to be black bc i am but idc...

MDNI :P (wait until ur 17+ stink stink... if u think thats dumb, i MIGHT have to click that block button)

PEEP THE NEW BANNER (its still a gif, but im working on it... its a little bit better tho...)

luke ran as fast as he could to your cabin when he saw you going to the showers, shoving kids out the way and busting open the door to the athena cabin.

"oh hey luke!" one of your siblings said. "y/n's in the shower, take a message?"

"fuck no, move!" luke said in a sassy tone going straight for your underwear drawers

"what're you lookin' for luke?" one of your siblings ask

luke looks your younger brother up and down before scoffing.

"something you dont need to see? now move!" luke says while shooing your siblings off.

"well the only thing you're gonna find in there is underwear, trust me. i was looking through her things to find her diary to read to my friends, and i found girly underwear instead..!" your younger brother jokes.

luke sideyes him until he moves out of his sight. whipping his head back and forth to see if anyone saw him, luke shoved a light blue thong into his front pocket.

while he continued looking through the drawer, he was left disappointed. until he found an upside down polaroid in the back of the drawer.

he flips the photo before gasping in pure shock.

a picture of you, nude... your perky tits, your big soft ass, your curvy hips all on display in the one photo.

he continued digging through your property before finding another polaroid. this one you sat with your freshly shaven fat cunt taking up almost all of the space on the little piece of film.

luke shoves the pictures into the pocket with your panties and closes the drawer, "couldn't find it, thanks for distracting me you fuckin’ shit face." luke stupidly responded to your younger brother before running back to the hermes cabin.

when you came back from your shower you picked up your clothes and went straight for your underwear drawer to find something to put on. but you couldn't find your underwear, or your strategically placed polaroids that you purposefully hid under your bras in the back corner.

"was anyone snooping in my stuff, i can't find anything..." you asked your brother.

"i dont know, im not the police of your underwear or something!" he whined.

he left the room to go to the weekly campfire. the only place luke couldn't possibly be because he got his privilege taken after he was caught jerking off in the showers.

when all of a sudden you got to thinking and realized who took your things, the most promiscuous boy at camp, also known as luke.

quickly you dressed and stormed out of your cabin going straight for the hermes cabin knowing luke would be there.

you didn't know what he'd be doing, but you had a good guess.

you still decided not to think about the consequences of going into the camp pervs cabin unannounced during his "alone time"

you opened the front door to the hermes cabin to see your panties clutched in his hand with the polaroid resting on his thigh, his eyes hazy and low but still fixated on the photo. his big hand quickly stroked up and down on his thick cock.

"oh my god, you really are a perv!" you yelled out.

his gaze shifted to you. eyes instantly locking with yours, yet he didn't stop

"hey baby, thought you'd be at the campfire by now..."

he stood up, still stroking and walked over to you.

"we're not together and you know that, and stop jerking off to me and on me! you're so weird." you whined

"or what" he whispered, his hand traveling from his dick to your shoulder. "i know you like seeing me like this, naked, sweaty, and horny for the most sexy, delicious girl at camp."

you sighed, trying to ignore the sea of lubricant your cunt was making in your shorts.

"i dont even like you, perv..." you said brushing him off of you.

he shook his head and pointed down.

"what about that... you may not like me but she sure does. you" luke says pointing to the crotch of your shorts.

your juices leaked through the light wash shorts you put on since you had on on underwear to catch it.

"you knew what you were doing coming here without underwear on. you wanted me to see you like this..."

he got behind you and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

"how do you know i didn't put underwear on..?" you asked.

luke chuckled "you dont get camel toe and soaking shorts from putting on an extra layer. i may not be the smartest, but im not stupid. hell even the most gullible idiot could tell you didn't put any on..." he snappily replied.

you placed your hand over your crotch and looked at him. "if we do this, you cant tell anyone... ok?" you said

"yes ma'am" he said with a shit eating grin on his face.

slowly luke rolled a condom on, "i always keep these handy incase i get lucky." he said with a smirk.

his hands wander in between your thighs to your dripping cunt "you're already so wet, and loose for me baby. thats what i love to see" he praises while leaving hickeys all over and around your erect nipples.

"you wanna get on top mama..." he says while massaging your throbbing g-spot.

"yes." you said slowly trying not to moan too loud

luke sits up straight while you lower yourself onto his cock.

"more like this baby." he says with his hands on your hips guiding you to move a little smoother.

looking down into his big brown eyes, you ride on luke slowly while messing with the curls on his head.

low grunts and slight moans escape lukes mouth every once in a while.

"you feel so good sweetie" he praises

your eyes are shut tight and your mouth his completely sealed before you respond.

"you feel even better, you fill me so fucking good." you answer back.

"wanna do doggy or something?" he suggests, you nod in response. luke quickly flips you onto your stomach and into the new position.

his long girthy cock feels even better from this angle, filling you completely making you almost scream his name out after every stroke.

luke speeds up as well as rubbing your clit and whispering nasty phrases in your ear everytime you throw your head back as a pleasure response.

speeding up, luke curses to himself about how good and wet you are.

confidence fills luke to the brim, he pulls your hair forcing you to look up at him. "look at me while i fuck you.. good girl, keep fucking looking at me like that"

luke lets go of your hair and looks down between the two of you, he watches as his cock slides in and out of you so smoothly, how your perfect pussy leaves opaque white rings around the base of his girthy member.

to his suprise you quickly begin fucking him back, his movements stop completely as he lets you do the work of slamming your phat ass onto his cock, making him almost whimper in pleasure.

"just like that... oh- you're s'fucking good dont fucking stop." he says looking up at the ceiling trying not to cum too quick.

his hand speeds on your clit making you whimper and squirm until you mess up his sheets with your liquids.

your dripping pussy squirts out all the sexual frustrations you've been holding in since you got to camp last year.

"good girl, just like that, keep fucking me. you can do it baby. make me cum, make me cum, make me cum." he whined out while using your slightly overstimulated pussy to chase his high.

"im fucking cumming, dont stop..." luke whispered "holy shit..."

you felt the condom fill with his hot seed after his release.

"thank you so much baby." luke says

"i guess i should go, they're gonna be back soon." you said

luke nodded and took off the condom. you both dressed and went your separate ways.

"oh, i almost forgot." luke handed you your items. "no keep them." you responded. "i need a reason to come back tomorrow, dont i?" you whispered into his ear smoothly.

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judegossip · 6 days

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hi, im the same anon from the cheating story about jude. i mentioned how i was going to talk about another thing that happened back in 2022 but it isnt as bad as what i mentioned before

so after jude broke up with daisy, he straight away started talking to a girl that lived in dortmund, whenever he was not training or was not busy for a match, he would bring her over to his house but he would only bring her if his mum was out or if his mum was in birmingham visiting his brother and dad.

she isnt the only girl from dortmund that he was speaking to, there were 2 other girls aswell that he would hook up with whenever his mum wasnt home. in february 2022, dortmund lost 5-2 to bayer leverkusen, jude was really pissed off and ended up messaging one of the girls, they met up at her house and obviously you probably know what happened. jude the next day blocked her on everywhere, i dont know why, that girl got really angry because she felt used by him and starting telling a lot of people what he did, the rumour started going around really fast and she would post on her ig story quotes aimed at him.

now in june 2022, toby and jude both go to ibiza, they hooked up with a lot of girls, there was a brunette girl jude was with and a blonde girl toby was with, i've already seen that you posted that on here already. both of those girls are escorts and have fucked so many footballers

i see a lot of people talk about toby and as someone who has known of him for a long time that man is the biggest whore and biggest weirdo, he has a bad personality and is rude for no reason. him and jude love to get with girls and later on block them on everywhere, forget they even existed. toby loves to get drunk, go out clubbing and, vape. if jude wasnt a footballer he'd be the exact same as him, judging that he also vapes when he's on vacation, toby is that kind of person who thinks he is better than everyone else just because he is best mates with one of the best footballers in the world right now and has a big ego because of it. they've been mates since year 7 and is one of judes only friend that hes met before football and the fame, so he trusts him a lot and would never cut him off

after the world cup, jude came straight back to birmingham and straight away started clubbing with toby, theres a lot of videos you can find of that on tiktok. this one is really weird to mention and i get disgusted whenever i think about it, but on new years, they both took a girl to a hotel and had a threesome with her. toby was the one who took a video of it, but i dont have the video i only have a photo that jude took of them.

im gonna send the picture that jude took to the admin of this account

also, the reason why i dont want any of these posted is because they are all really private photos, only certain people have it and i dont want people to find any of those girls and go harass them because i know that people can easily find them if they tried, if it goes around people will know it came from me

#jb anon #jude bellingham

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venusin-aries · 8 months

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I really need to get this off my chest but the way people are trying to compare the sexual desire Az has for Elain to the way he is with Gwyn? It’s borderline ignorance of sexual assault.

Azriel respects Gwyn. He admires her.

He also witnessed the aftermath of her rape.

Of course he’s not going to sexualize her. I imagine he won’t ALLOW himself to think like that about her just yet and that’ll be an obstacle they’ll have to overcome.

Would you want a man you only just re-met all over you after he saw the aftermath of your rape? Because if so, THAT would be romanticizing her sexual assault.

That’s why, if anything, I’m so fucking glad the bond hasn’t seemingly snapped for him.

If they are mates (which most of us think they are) any desire he feels for her will be stronger than what he feels for Elain just like any desire Elain feels for Lucien will be stronger than what she feels for Azriel. Those are FACTS. Because Elain and Lucien are CONFIRMED MATES.

Some of y’all are so weird and HARMFUL it’s crazy. And I’m not someone who is super sensitive about assault, fictional or real, mine or others, you guys just CLEARLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW DESIRE AFTER ASSAULT IS HANDLED FOR BOTH PARTIES INVOLVED IN THE CONSENSUAL ACTIVITY. And it shows. I trust Sarah to do thorough research about it before publishing anything.

Az and Elain’s desire for each other will pass.

Her bond with Lucien will not.

Azriel is likely going to have his own mate who he’ll go fucking feral for and his and Elain’s bonus chapter moment will look like child’s play. Elain and Lucien’s tension WILL snap eventually and I KNOW they will be the biggest Freaks (affectionate and spicy meaning) of the series.

And I’m gonna remember every one of you fucking weirdos who were weird about Azriel’s seemingly lack of desire for Gwyn (though he definitely starts to seem intrigued in acosf AFTER his and Elain’s bonus chapter moment) and how some of y’all hold her assault against her.

It’s not just one person who is stating this shit either so it’s not about anyone specifically. Yes, bloggers have been combative about it but anons are even worse and I’m Tired Of It.

This is NOT AN INVITATION FOR DISCOURSE. If you think my being sick of the way people are so stupid about assault is problematic, you’re the fucking problem, baby. Don’t even try to start shit with me because I’m tired of people saying the most off the cuff shit about Gwyn and then playing the victim so if you have a fucking problem go vague post about me or something cause I ain’t going to read it any more.

and whaaaaatever you do, do not reblog this with an argument against Gwynriel or Elucien for e/riel. I will lose my damn shit and I WILL fucking block you.

also, and just an unnecessary tidbit for you all, my first partner after I experienced assault told me nothing satisfied him more than satisfying me and making me feel safe after being hurt so badly. Compete with that.

#gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #acotar #gwyn berdara #acosf #elucien #pro gwynriel #pro elucien #pro gwyneth berdara #pro lucien vanserra #gwyn x azriel #lucien x elain #elain x lucien

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punkitt-is-here · 1 year

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i don't want to sound like a complete idiot but when this anon is saying bi lesbians are they talking about bigender or bisexual because if it's the former then I will fight them as a bigender person myself but if they mean bisexual lesbian i'm a bit confused (like is is bi and lesbian as separate things or bi lesbian as one, sorry i'm dumb dumb here). either way i don't think they should be coming into ask box if they are uncomfortable they should block both you and any tags to do with that.

i think if it makes them uncomfortable they should toughen the fuck up honestly. if we erased everything that made us uncomfortable I wouldn't exist and neither would the entirety of the LGBTQ community. there's no solid line in the sand you can draw where you can go "oh you're only allowed to get THIS weird or else you're causing the community harm" because everyone on earth is gonna define that line differently. I'm sure my nana doesn't fully understand me being bisexual with a genderqueer partner but she's perfectly fine with it because it makes me happy.

also, i've talked about this a lot before, and i understand the confusion, but honestly if you heard the term "lesbian bisexual" you'd probably go oh it's a bisexual person but attracted to primarily women. or something. words are descriptive, not prescriptive, and with something as complex and weird as gender and sexual identity finding the specifics of language that help you define yourself are sometimes going to be not super understandable on a surface level. like it's maybe a little confusing on the surface but i can think of soooo so many reasons someone would use the label. and i don't! im firmly bisexual. but it's alright if someone's label is a little funky or nonconventional because the right to be funky and nonconventional is intrinsic to queer rights.

#my posts #asks #anon #queer discourse

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lambertdiary · 7 months

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Same Mistakes

Anon requested: Dalton cheats on reader and she doesn't know but she notices their relationship is coming to an end cause he's acting weird and distant, then when she finds out and confronts him about it he begs her to stay.

A/N: As we all know I'm stupid and now my inbox is gone, but I started working on this request before I deleted it and I'm like 85% sure that's what the request said. If this is your request please let me know if this is what you wanted!! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 5.2k+

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, heated arguments, brief mentions of sex

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She had a bad feeling but she was too scared to look into it, terrified she would be right.

Truth is, she started feeling like that just a few weeks ago, when she went back to Dalton’s dorm to surprise him with lunch and found an empty room and the bed unmade from somebody sleeping on it. Any other day that would’ve been completely normal, but she had stayed with him the night before and made the bed as soon as they both got up to get ready for class, leaving a perfectly made bed for them to come back to.

Before that day, she would’ve never in a million years thought that Dalton would cheat on her. He had always been so loving and caring, even before they started dating, and once they became a thing he would constantly remind her how much he loved her, and on special days he was the most romantic person ever, and she always thought that she would spend the rest of her life with him, but now… she didn’t wanna think about it, but she couldn’t bury the thought of him with someone else after it crossed her mind briefly while looking at the messy bed.

Later that day she asked him about it, trying hard not to sound like she was accusing him of something, but his excuse just made her feel worse, her suspicions growing.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he inspected his bed, unsure of what was wrong with it.

“Well, you know, I made the bed this morning before we left, remember?”

“Oh, uh- yeah, I came back to- to take a nap” He stuttered, not even looking at her.

But it kept happening, a few more times.

Things started to change after that. He cancelled on the plans they had, he suddenly was too busy every afternoon and her presence might be a distraction, he was so tired at night he didn’t have the energy for anything and he even asked her to go back to sleep in her own dorm, claiming the beds were too small to comfortably fit two people, even though they were used to sleeping together.

Long story short he was distant, he was never around anymore and even when he was, she felt like she was missing him. He was just… different, and she was beating herself up wondering what had changed.

He on the other hand didn’t miss her, seeing he didn’t make an effort anymore and he could go days without answering a text or returning a call, and it was not because Y/N took a long time to reply, she would always respond in a heartbeat if it was him. If it weren’t for her visiting his dorm every now and then to make sure he was doing okay, they wouldn’t talk to each other at all.

But today she was feeling hopeful. It was their anniversary and they had a date night planned, a date he didn’t cancel, so she took the entire afternoon to do her nails, her hair and pick a beautiful dress to wear. Her makeup took her a while but she still managed to be ready on time, so she made her way to his dorm, her palms sweating when she knocked on the door.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Was the first thing he asked, wiping her smile off of her face.

“I thought we would go out tonight” She replied, looking down at her hands to hide her disappointment.

“Oh- I guess I forgot to tell you but I remembered I have an important project for tomorrow, so I’m not gonna make it” The door was barely open and he was standing where the crack was, blocking his room as he held the door with a strong grip.

“Okay” Her voice was so faint she barely heard it herself “Do you need help? I could stay here for a couple of hours”

“No, don’t worry about it. I think it’s better if you leave”

Tears pricked her eyes, swallowing the small lump forming in her throat “Why?”

“Well, I’m busy with schoolwork and you can’t really help me with an art project, can you?”

She shook her head slowly “I guess I’m leaving then”

The tears she had been holding started to fall as soon as she turned around, she could feel her mascara clumping on her eyelashes and forming black streaks down her cheeks, ruining the contour and highlight she applied in hopes of impressing her boyfriend. She ran upstairs, knocking on Chris’ door desperately.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Are you okay?” Chris asked her when she saw the mascara tears.

She shook her head as she entered the room, small whimpers leaving her lips as she tried to stop the crying.

“What happened?” Chris took her hand and guided her to her bed.

“Dalton”

“What about Dalton?”

“I think he’s cheating on me” She had never said that out loud, and saying it broke her heart even more “I wish I was crazy but the signs… I know he is”

“I’m not trying to defend him or anything, but what makes you think that?”

“Everything, Chris. He has been acting so… distant. Ever since-” She stopped herself. She never told anyone his relationship with Dalton wasn’t doing so well, making up excuses to cover his. She just wanted to hold on to everyone else thinking they were a perfect couple.

“What? Have you guys been fighting?”

Y/N took a deep breath before saying “Remember the last night I stayed over at his dorm?” She nodded in response “Well, later that day I went back to surprise him with lunch, but he wasn’t there and the bed was a complete mess, and you know I always make the bed when I wake up. He said he went back to take a nap but you know Dalton, he has a hard time sleeping and when he does sleep it’s never during the day”

Chris didn’t know what to say, she wanted to comfort her but she didn’t know how “And he’s been acting weird since then?”

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears “Yeah, he’s been pushing me away since that day. Telling me he doesn’t have time to hang out, which I understand but not even answering a couple of texts? And cancelling every date we had planned?”

“Is that what happened today? I thought it was your anniversary”

“It is” She was nibbling on her lip profusely, looking up so tears would stop falling “I don’t know what I’m gonna do”

“Have you told him how you feel?” Y/N shook her head, she hated confrontation and she was hoping she didn’t have to do that “I think you should go talk to him”

“Right now?”

“If not now then when? You say you’ve been feeling like something’s off for a while but you haven’t said anything to him”

“I don’t know Chris-”

“If he is cheating on you then you need to break up with him, you don’t deserve to be in that situation and you deserve to know the truth”

Y/N inhaled as she considered what Chris just said. She was right, but she wasn’t ready yet “I really want to know, but I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because what if he is?” Tears started rolling down her face again, Chris hugging her tight as soon as it happened “I love him and… I just want things to go back to normal”

“I know you do, but believe me, it’s better if you know”

Y/N stayed there for a while. She decided to go talk to him, but she needed to put herself back together before confronting him. Chris helped her to wash her face and fix her hair, comforting her and offering to stay with her once they were done talking. Y/N accepted, she didn’t want to be alone, she knew it’d be a long night.

Once she felt better, she went downstairs, repeating in her head everything she wanted to tell him. She knocked loudly, and didn’t stop until he opened. He looked annoyed, and she stormed into his room as soon as he opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to talk”

“About what?”

She blinked at him twice, did he not think they needed to talk? “About us, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Okay, now she was mad “Dalton, you have been ignoring me for days, and I understand if you’re busy but it doesn’t explain you pushing me away at all times”

“I’m sorry if you feel that way”

There was a moment of silence, both of them staring at each other as she tried to remember the questions she was supposed to ask, but none of them seemed to make sense now that she was standing in front of him “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“How about you tell me exactly what’s going on”

They were both raising their voices, but Dalton especially “I told you already, I’ve been busy with projects-”

“I could’ve stayed here with you, like we have done before”

“But why would you want to stay?”

“To keep you company, maybe?”

“But all you do is lay on my bed while I try to paint”

“Dalton, do you know how many afternoons I’ve stayed here with you just so we can spend some time together? And you don’t even care anymore, you didn’t even cared to say thank you”

“I never asked you to stay,” He mumbled.

She scoffed before shaking her head “I wanted to, you know I worry about you when you work on a project for too long, you tend to overwork yourself-”

“I. Never. Asked. You. To. Stay” He interrupted her, his tone punctuated with each word “I would’ve been fine without you, I don’t need you in my hair at all times” His eyes hardened, his mouth opening to speak again “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“I just- I guess I thought you liked to be with me”

“I do, but you don’t have to be so clingy all the time”

She didn’t say anything, hoping she heard it wrong or that he’d apologise, but he didn’t “What?”

“You know, we do everything together and-”

“No, we used to do things together, not everything” She corrected him.

He took a deep breath, as if he was done dealing with her “Right. Look, I’m tired, we can talk tomorrow”

Y/N nodded, holding back the tears as she walked towards the door “Happy anniversary” She said before slamming it closed, running back to Chris’ room.

Dalton sat on his bed with his head between his hands for a moment, how could he forget? He took a deep breath as he got up, looking for a ribbon and a canvas he hadn’t touched in who knows how long.

He made his way to Chris’ dorm, he was sure that’s where Y/N was, and knocked on the door a couple of times before saying “Baby, I’m sorry. I was caught up in schoolwork and I didn’t realise what day it was” But he got no response “Y/N please, I know you’re here, will you please talk to me?” “Go away, Dalton” Chris was the one to yell, making Dalton realise he would not be able to fix it, not tonight anyway.

“Okay, I’m leaving this here, I- I love you”

Y/N skipped school the next day, her sore eyes and pounding headache being the only things she could think about. Well, that and Dalton.

She was staring at the portrait of them, the portrait he painted for their one year anniversary they were supposed to celebrate the day before. It looked… unfinished, like he didn’t even care enough to finish it but the paint wasn’t fresh, so she was wondering how long ago he stopped working on it.

The days after that were rough, long nights of wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but even then she didn’t talk to Dalton. He tried to, a couple of times, but she needed a little bit of time.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

Everyone went home for thanksgiving, but she couldn’t afford to travel across the country and back so she decided to stay on campus. She wasn’t planning on going home anyway, she had made plans to go with Dalton to meet his parents and siblings and spend thanksgiving with his family, but obviously that wasn’t happening anymore.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Chris asked as she put down her suitcase.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me” Y/N gave her a reassuring smile before hugging her “Have fun, I’ll miss you”

“You could come with me, you know? My parents love you”

“I know” She replied as she pulled away “But I need to catch up on all the classes I skipped”

“Okay. Well, I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back in a few days”

They hugged one more time, Chris letting her know she could call her if anything happened. Y/N was thankful for Chris, she really was, but sometimes crying alone did more for her than having someone telling her ‘everything's gonna be okay’, she was tired of hearing that.

Hours later she found herself catching up on her homework for three different classes. It wasn’t really that much of a workload and she didn’t need to stay up all night to do that, but she was going to anyway. Perhaps she wanted to be productive, or maybe that was her trying to occupy her mind from the possibility of her boyfriend cheating on her.

She looked at the clock, it was 11:30 PM. She sighed, scribbling the answer after reading the question on her laptop, her eyes sore from staring at it for too long, when a text message interrupted her.

Unknown: Attachment 1: Image Unknown: I heard they have been at it for a while

That text message induced such a great shock on her tired, worn out body, tears falling down her face as soon as she read it. She didn’t wanna open it, but her curious mind was stronger.

Tapping on the notification, she prepared herself mentally to confirm her suspicions. And they were confirmed.

Her vision was blurry from the tears, but she was able to see Dalton standing at the bottom of the stairs in the art building, and he was with someone else, except she couldn’t see who it was, the big jacket and a beanie protecting her identity. He was smiling down at her, eyes full of… love? Those blue eyes she thought he reserved for her only, but clearly she was wrong. His big hands were around her waist as hers went around his neck, and his lips were stained with lipstick.

She broke down crying, curled up on her bed as she wore one of Dalton’s hoodies that still smelled like him. She now knew what the truth was, but she didn’t want to accept it. What happened to them? When did he stop loving her?

It was like her heart was ripped from her chest, all that time they spent together down the drain like it was nothing, like it all meant nothing to him.

She didn’t know for how long she cried the night before, but it was now 1 PM and she was just waking up, so she probably cried for hours. There was nothing left she could do to save her relationship so she made up her mind to break up with him as soon as he came back to campus.

Y/N: We need to talk, just let me know when you’re here

The message was left unanswered, as usual. She rolled her eyes and put her phone down, returning to her facetime call with Chris.

“Do you know who that is?”

“No, sorry”

Y/N sighed as she sipped her hot coffee “What about the number? Do you know who sent the picture?”

“What’s the number? Maybe I can ask around to see if any of my friends know”

Y/N sent her the phone number, along with the picture of Dalton and the other girl “Thanks. Don’t show anyone that picture thought, I’m already embarrassed as it is”

“Embarrassed? Y/N, he should be the embarrassed one, you didn’t do anything wrong”

“Maybe I did-”

“Y/N no, stop doing that to yourself. We both know it’s not your fault”

She nodded “I can’t help it. I just don’t understand”

“Understand what?”

“Was I not enough? Why did he need to find someone else?”

Chris hated to see Y/N going through that, how she felt like she was not enough or that it all ended because of her, and she hated Dalton for causing all of that “I know it’s hard right now, but I promise you’ll understand that none of this is your fault. Y/N you’re amazing, and he’s an idiot for not realising”

Talking to Chris made her feel better, but all those terrible emotions came back whenever she looked at the picture again, a million questions in her mind. How long has he been doing this? Who is she? Does he still love me? What did I do wrong?

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

A couple of days later Dalton finally answered her.

Dalton: Just got back, I’m in my dorm

Her heart sank at the notification, she didn’t want to talk to him, she didn’t want things to be over. There was still a part of her that hoped everything was just a misunderstanding, hoping he wasn’t cheating on her and she was just a friend. But deep down she knew the truth, and the possibility of it being a mix-up was down to zero, and after he made it clear that he didn’t wanna be in a relationship with her anymore, she decided to fulfil his wishes.

It was a long walk to his dorm, the cold weather bothering her more than usual but she still was slow, dreading the conversation she knew was about to happen.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, Dalton opening it almost right away.

“Hey” He said faintly, worried he got caught.

“Hi” She entered the room and looked around. She had been there a million times, and so many of those times were special little moments they shared together, but right now it felt like she was disconnected from the space “How was your break?”

“It was good. I’m tired but it was good” He tried to give her a smile, but stopped when he noticed her stare full of fury “What did you want to talk about?”

Seriously? “I’m breaking up with you” Her voice was weak, but she did not dare let a tear slip past her waterline, he didn’t deserve to see her cry.

“What?” The shock in his eyes looked so real that Y/N almost believed him “Why?”

“Did you really just ask that?”

“So that’s it? We’re over?”

“Dalton, come on, we’ve been over for a while” She stepped closer to him, pain and anger written all over her face as the tears struggled to stay on her eyes “We didn’t even feel like a couple anymore, Dalton, you forgot our anniversary, and that day you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me. And to think I planned a beautiful night for us and bought you an expensive gift. Do you have any idea how stupid I felt?”

“I didn’t know you were feeling like that”

“Of course not, when have you ever listened to me anyway?”

Dalton rolled his eyes “Okay, I understand but we don’t have to break up, I already explained what happened that day, I was busy and completely lost track of time”

“And I guess she doesn’t have anything to do with this?” Y/N showed him the picture, his demeanour changing immediately.

“Y/N I- I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry” His eyes and his voice softened as he tried to reach for her, but she turned around and wiped the tears that left her eyes, a million questions flooding her mind.

“So it’s true” She was just confirming to herself what she already knew. Anger and pain washed over her body. Why her? Why her when she’s been nothing but perfect to the man she loved the most?

“Baby, I can explain”

Y/N turned around to face him again “Who is she?” He shook his head, his eyes begging her not to make him say it while hers watered “Who is she?” She repeated.

“You don’t wanna know”

“Why? Cause I might find out you’re cheating?”

A few tears started to roll down his face, his hands desperate to hold hers “I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re gonna hate me even more” Y/N stared at him, even more tears falling as she tried to think who the girl could be.

“Did you two- did you sleep with her?” His nod was barely perceptible, if she didn’t already know the answer she would’ve missed it. Maybe he was right, maybe it’d be better if she didn’t know.

“I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry”

“Stop it”

“I know I fucked up but she doesn’t mean anything to me, I swear”

“Shut up, Dalton. I just… I don’t understand”

“Let me explain-”

“And I don’t care how many times you apologise, how do you expect me to forgive you?” She took a couple of steps back, trying to figure out what caused him to do such a thing “Even if we stayed together and got married and started a family, how can I ever look at you and not think about that?”

“Baby I want all of that, I want the rest of my life with you, like we talked”

“That was before you ruined everything”

“I know what i did is wrong-”

“Wrong?”

“But we can work this out”

“What? No, Dalton, stop”

“Just give me another chance, please”

“Is that why you've been so distant, huh? Was she here on our anniversary?” Dalton didn’t say anything, and the flashes from Dalton’s knuckles turning white from holding the door closed that night creeped her mind. Her heart ached so much that every time she breathed deeply, it was scorching her to the core “How could you do that?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”

“Stop apologising”

“You know I didn’t mean it”

“Just stop… god”

“Y/N just hear me out, I swear it only happened once”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that’s not true. Do you know how many times I came to an unmade bed? And how many excuses you made?” He stayed silent “I don’t care how many times it happened, you still did it and nothing is gonna change that”

“I know”

“You’ve been hurt before, right? What if I was the one cheating, would you just forget it ever happened and come back to me?” Once again, he didn’t say anything “Of course you wouldn’t. Dalton, how could I ever forget what you did? Or everything you said to me when we were fighting, and the fact that you lied and- and cheated-”

“But you came all the way here”

“Because I care, and you… you never cared, you never tried-”

“I care, I care so much. Baby please, you have to believe me” He tried to reach out to her, but she pushed his hand away.

“No you don’t, and if I’m here it’s because i know after this we’ll never see each other again, we’ll never talk again and this just has to end”

“But I don’t want it to end”

“Well, you ended it when you cheated on me”

He stared at her for a moment before saying “But… I want you, she didn’t mean anything to me” He approached her again, his hope growing a little when she didn’t stop him. He put a strand of hair behind her ear, softly brushing her cheek “I know I fucked up but I can’t go on without you, I just can’t”

“Well you have, countless times while I was left in the dark wondering if I had done something wrong, crying myself to sleep when I couldn’t get a hold of you, Dalton, and in the meantime you were with her”

“I’m sorry-”

“And you have the nerve to say all that shit to me, acting like I was suffocating you, when in reality I was trying to save us!” She pushed him away.

“I’m so sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please let’s talk about it”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. Was she worth it?” He shook his head, ready to leave his pride behind as he kneeled in front of her as he grabbed one of her hands “What are you doing? Stop”

“I promise it was an accident, it won’t happen again”

“An accident? Dalton, are you hearing yourself right now?”

“Please, don’t let me go” The grip on her hand tightened, pulling her closer to him.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No. I don’t want anyone else, I want you, Y/N”

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore”

“But everything I said… I meant it, I love you Y/N and every second we’ve been together has meant everything to me, baby you have to understand”

“Liar”

“I’m not lying, you know I’m not” She pushed his hand away, rolling her eyes when another tear rolled down his face “I know I don’t deserve it but please… just one more chance and I can fix this”

“Give you a chance? I gave you a chance when I believed your excuses, when I forgave you for cancelling every date we had planned, when I tried to understand why you locked me out and when I almost forgave you for forgetting our anniversary, I gave you so many fucking chances!”

“But I swear it wasn’t like that, she meant nothing.”

“You’re unbelievable… god, what are you saying?”

“Just think about how great we are together” He said, trying to hold her torso, but once again she stopped him.

“Dalton, stop that”

“We’re a great team, aren’t we? We understand each other so well, we know each other better than anyone else, god, I’ll do anything, I swear”

“No, it’s not gonna work”

“Yes it will, and I’ll make sure of that”

“No” She was having a hard time blocking out how much love she still had for him, but she wasn’t forgiving him, there was no way.

“I swear I don’t want anyone else” He held her hands and started kissing them, his lips giving her a sense of home that she missed “Y/N please, I love you”

“I know” Her response was weak as she started crying again.

“You know I love you and I would do anything for you” He continued kissing her, a few tears falling on her hands “Do you still love me?”

“I love you… oh god” She released one of her hands from Dalton’s grip, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her face.

“See? It will work, we will make it work” Y/N shook her head, she was feeling stupid for almost falling for that “Baby look at me, everything’s gonna be alright. Just think about how great we’re together”

“Who is she?” She dared to repeat the question as she looked at him again.

Silence filled the room for a moment, his voice barely above a whispered when he finally answered “Annie”

Annie, her roommate Annie. She was in Dalton's art class, and she was the reason they met when Annie introduced them one day after their art class. She felt betrayed on a whole new level, not only by Dalton but by her too. They were friends, they had been roommates since day one so they were close, how could she do that? And these past weeks when she had been mourning her relationship, she was there the whole time and she knew exactly what was happening.

“How long?”

She was getting annoyed at how long it was taking him to answer her questions “The day we went to town… I walked with her to your dorm after our class to pick you up but you weren’t there yet”

“So you did it in my room?” It wasn’t really a question, and she felt even more disgusted at the thought of them in her own room.

“It was one moment of weakness”

“One moment of weakness?” He nodded, his hands now holding on to her hips “But it didn't stop there, did it?”

“I’m sorry”

She swiped the tears away to her temples “What does she give you that I can't?”

Dalton shook his head quickly “Nothing, you’re everything I could ever ask for”

“Then why did you do that?”

He didn’t have an answer, he didn’t really know how it happened or why it kept going, but he couldn’t deny he was enjoying it before he got caught “I don’t know” He whispered.

“Do you love her?”

“No, of course not. I love you” He was holding her tighter, convinced that if he held her long enough she’d want to stay.

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid”

“You know it didn’t mean anything, it was a mistake-”

“Get your hands off me, I’m leaving” She said as she tried to free herself.

“Baby, please don’t leave, you have to hear me out”

“Dalton let go, I don’t wanna be here” Her words struggled to come out from how much she was crying.

“Please no, I don’t wanna let you go” He looked up at her, his eyes begging for forgiveness “Let’s just talk about it, yeah? Let me explain”

“Save it Dalton, it’s over”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. This is obviously my fault but I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to stay” She finally freed herself, and her only goal was to go back to her room. She turned around and headed to the door, his hand tried to come to stop her, but she flinched away. Y/N could hear him spittin nonsense, but she was drowning out his words “Baby please, I love you”

She turned around to face him one last time, spotting Dalton still on his knees in the middle of his room “So you’ve said, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love so much?” He was about to say something, but she didn’t wanna hear it “There’s nothing you can do to get me to stay, you threw everything away”

“I know, my love, but-”

“I’m gonna leave and you’re gonna stay here, just… leave me alone, I don’t ever wanna see you again”

Y/N exited the room, leaving Dalton alone and a complete mess. He regretted what he did, and he wanted to think that if she would just give him a chance to explain she’d forgive him. But he knew that would never be the case, and that his mistake was bigger than any apology, she was right to leave him.

He stared at the door for too long, taking in every emotion he was feeling: remorse, anger, pain, agony… he just felt like life was being sucked out of his body because he ruined the most important part of it, and there’s no one to blame but himself.

Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert angst #insidious #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #ty simpkins

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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(Don’t mind the fact I go all out in this, I’m just excited) Hihi! Just noticed TADC in your fandom list soooo can I get grapes, pears, and maybe some mangoes too whilst yer at it with Ler!Kinger and Lee!Pomni? I would like the stomach and the chin to be heavily focused on spots but every other spot is great too! I think Pomni and Kinger have potential to have an adorable dynamic as I hc that Kinger is the circus father figure! Speaking of hcs, I personally think that Pomni would be an adorably ticklish squeaky toy and probably a fighter. Kinger on the other hand, I hc that he is not very ticklish at all! Sure you could get a giggle or two outta him if you try hard enough but that’s it. Sooo yeah! Gotta love ordering stuff! Have a great day and remember, you don’t have to write any of this if you don’t wanna!! Byeee!!!

Fruit(s): Grapes, Pears, Mangoes

GAH! Thank you Anon! Definitely gave me some good bones to work with! Kinger would be the one dad that has the mental stability of a pancake lol. Loved writing for these goobers, your hcs were really fun to work with! Love that you went all out, gives me some awesome ideas! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Kinger

Summary: Pomni is having an anxiety attack due to circus craziness. Kinger invites her into his pillow fort to calm down, showing her she can still have a laugh in their insane circumstances.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

She couldn’t take it anymore. The constant craziness, being in her new body, unable to really feel anything besides the constant stress of not knowing who the *squawk* she is. Oh yeah. The filter too.

The clown was curled up on the floor of the tent, on the verge of abstraction. The other members of the circus had gone to their rooms to cool down from that day’s “adventure.”

Caine’s weird NPCs had wreaked havoc on the psyches of the characters, especially Pomni. She had failed the game, gotten hurt and accidentally broke Gangle’s comedy mask. Her mind was a swirling storm of regrets and uncertainty.

She was so close to being done…

Kinger looked around, trying to find the newest member. She’d seemed…not okay, after the activity. He wasn’t one to talk, but that had been a bad day for everyone, and he felt stable enough to help out. What he saw made his heart sink; Pomni, curled up behind some giant building blocks, small black and glitchy particles hovering around her.

He quickly shuffled over to her, wrapping two floating hands around her shoulders and squeezing her close to him. “P-Pomni! It’s okay, you’re okay! Try to take some deep breaths…”

The girl tried to breathe, the warm embrace bringing her back to…wherever they were. She was far from better, but the particles had faded. Her pupils were still detached scribbles, though.

“Here, let me just..” Kinger carefully lifted her up, carrying her towards his fort, “get you somewhere calmer.” He pushed the pillow aside, ducking and setting her down on one of the cushions.

Pomni took a few shaky breaths, her eyes flicking back and forth between the twisting scribbles and her pinwheels. She had almost…oh *honk*.

The royal piece rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm the girl down. “It’s okay, Pomni. Just breathe. You’re doing great.” His voice was softer than normal, more paternal. It helped.

“S-sorry…I k-kinda freaked…” She sounded so guilty…that wasn’t gonna slide. “Pomni, you’re fine. Everyone has bad days. I know I do.”

Pomni forced a smile, but it was clear she was still upset. Kinger tried to cheer her up, poking her side to get her attention. He didn’t expect the shocked, strangled squeak he got in response. The knee-jerk reaction was to check for injuries, but things clicked when he saw the blush on her cheeks. “Oh. You’re ticklish.”

She had enough awareness to try and run. Kinger quickly scooped her up, trapping her in a reverse hug with her small back against his chest. “Of all the bugs in my collection, I have to say there’s a favorite. Can you guess?” One hand held her shoulders, while the other traced her belly. “It’s the Tickle Bug!”

Pomni smacked at his hands, thrashing and flailing in his hold. She was a squeaky, giggly mess in seconds. It was light tickling, but she was stupidly ticklish. “K-Kihihinger! GYEEhehehe! Nohoho!”

He chuckled at the adorable sounds, looking at her eyes. The scribbles are gone, her multi-colored eyes back and wide with surprise. “Hmm, no, these work pretty well. You need a little help calming down, and laughter is the best medicine.”

Trying something, he moved his free hand to gently scribble under her chin. Pomni’s thrashing calmed way down, her giggles getting even squeakier. It was clear her chin was a melt spot, her eyes closing. Kinger cooed and kept up the tracing. “Aww, Pomni, do you like this spot?”

She whined through the giggles, but didn’t deny it. Even with her pride on the line, she wouldn’t tell that obvious of a lie. “Kihihihinger! Ihihihit tihickles!”

“It’s supposed to, silly. Tickle Bug, remember?” He added more stomach tickles to the mix, gently scribbling where her belly button would be. She squealed, belly laughter slipping into the giggle fit. “KihihHIHIngeher! NYAHAHAhoho!” The thrashing was back, though it was more frantic than anything. She was caught between wanting to melt into the chin tickles and writhe from the belly scratches.

While it was adorable to see her like that, he was only tickling her to cheer her up. The silly chaos she was in, while cute, wasn’t the goal. He stopped, one finger still tracing under her chin as he hugged her. “Feeling any better?”

Pomni continued to giggle softly, but nodded. Without him, who knows what would have happened. “Uh-uhuhum, yeah. Thahanks, Kihinger…”

“No problem, friend. If you ever feel like that again, just come in the fort. I’ve got your back.” He released her from the hug, his eyes squinted in a smile. While he wasn’t any more sane than the rest of them, he tried his best to help out. It was nice.

Pomni hugged him one last time before ducking out of the pillow fort, a smile still on her face. The creeping dread wasn’t completely gone, but it had subsided. She felt like she could genuinely smile for a bit. That…that was enough, for her anyway. She could get through it with her new friends by her side. Just another day in the circus…

#kasey's fruit shop #tadc tickle #lee!pomni #ler!kinger #ticklish!pomni #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #the amazing digital circus tickle #fruit shop event #the amazing digital circus #tickle fluff #father figure kinger #tadc kinger #tadc pomni #tadc

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rusmii · 2 months

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idc if what type of blog you are—if you make posts discouraging how people enjoy/write fics, its an automatic block tbh. don't like the content? kay,, scroll n move on—be chill abt it and block the person. easy peasy. im sorry, but most callout posts regarding dc aren't even worth reading atp.. it's all about the same knickknack, and the ops of said posts aren't even being respectful about it; encouraging people to attack dc creators—I hate that "holier-than-thou" bs.

shaming people for how they decide to enjoy fiction is kinda weird ngl. theres way bigger fish in the real world to fry, and if yall want something to callout on, focus on real world problems.

that being said, if you call someone out, don't expect to have a peaceful atmosphere—no, there's going to be people who saw your post, and think "wtf?". if you don't expect people to send you hate anon, then that's on you—absolutely do not encourage people to attack others, and absolutely respond with a clear + mature conscious.

cause otherwise, what's the point of inserting yourself into someone else's community, someone who was just minding their own business?—if you can't be respectful abt it?

PLUS. any type of fic is gonna sneak through the filters with how fancy tags are getting. it'll be a common occurrence, so block and move on/scroll past it. ITS THAT SIMPLE.

unless the post DIDNT have any warnings/indications at the very top—it is seriously not worth getting that upset over, to the point of a callout post expressing your disgust.

IF YOU REBLOG CALLOUT POSTS. BE FUCKING RESPECTFUL ABOUT IT. to wish death on someone is so.... tf kind of person are YOU??? get YOUR ass a therapist if you're thinking abt unaliving someone.

might add more but idk I'm tired and I think this is all I got to say. gm everyone sorry for the long rant🤍

#aorry for this rant #i hate callout posts abt dc #I FUCKING HATE IT #SO BAD #its not even spreading awareness its people fucking complaining atp

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jellazticious · 4 months

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u r full of wisdom . care to share a bit of it? anything, could b art related

rule number one is to not give a shit. Making bad art is better than making no art at all. The time will pass anyway and you will improve if you try

make stuff and post them because you wanna. Don't do it solely for attention, you'll get tired fast cuz it's a soulless motive

Art is a complete illusion, if it looks like a hand, it looks like a hand. if the eye looks weird leave it alone, it's still an eye. You're gonna figure out how to eventually draw stuff without a sketch eventually so have fun with it

"perfect" is a myth, it's not real. Everyone, including you usually ignore any kind of mistake on someone else's art because it's the effort that counts

You can pretend that all ocs without a story is inside a huge apartment building in your mind. Eventually they'll be "hired" and put into an existing story or you'd make one for them. Don't rush it tho, it's okay to have ocs dormant

multishipping and fluctuating headcanons is good enrichment

Making up names is hella stupid, anything can be a name and no one will think twice about it so go ham. This goes for fictional characters or yourself

Treat your oc sets like it's an existing fandom, make so much fake posters, screenshots, lore dump, character renders etc

opening a window or sitting by a porch is a good "touching grass" thing to do. You don't need to go fully out, just get a bit of nature/reality for a moment

on the same note, you can lie down the floor and do nothing for a moment. Just like Napstablook

if it has nothing to do with harming you then don't get involved. Don't be stupid and "roast" a troll/terf in the comments. Report and block is the way to go, you don't need to douse yourself in hate

Also do not spread an unnecessary amount of negativity. No one wants to hear that you don't like a character in the character's tag, or a ship, or an oc, or a headcanon. You can dislike/hate it in private with someone else who dont like em too but for the love of fuck do NOT do express it in public even in anon

learn the difference between "not my preference" and "problematic" you can dislike a character or a HARMLESS ship or anything solely just cuz. No need to convince people to dislike it too if it's nothing horrible

#jella answers

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dragongirltongue · 6 months

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New Pinned post <3

Hi there, the name is Zelda, or one of like, 20 other names that may or may not be listed somewhere around here. If you know a name I go by that isn't findable here don't use it. <3

I'm bigender which is made up of girl and fem6oy, as such I use she/her and sometimes he/him pronouns when I'm feeling fem6oy enough <3

I'm in my 30s, not getting more specific than that until I decide it's not true enough to change it, don't try to find my exact age as I don't like sharing that information publicly, I don't even update it on my birthday <3

I'm a polyamorous bisexual voraphile freak and if you're over 18 you're welcome to talk to me about how much of a freak I am. I love to flirt and encourage it. Also happy to share my Other Blog with anyone interested, again as long as you're of age. <3

I'm a film graduate and currently working on doing something with that experience as well as working on a superhero comic and a 2D zelda style game. Feel free to bug me about any of those I love to discuss writing and media and want to encourage media literacy. <3

I'm also an ex-jehovahs witness and as a result I'm hugely into the holiday season in a very against my old god kinda way. Also big into sinning <3

Also I'm like, a dragon in probably an otherkin/thetadelta kinda way, like, it's core to who I am and how I understand myself so yeah. Despite this my fursona is a fox, the dragon in my icon is literally me <3

I also draw sometimes and when I do it'll be posted to @dragongirldrawings but always reblogged here too.

Also I'm a member of a plural system, feel free to check out the rest of the system over here @haven-sys <3

Further on the identity weirdness I'm an imaginary friend for the person who used to inhabit this body, they've been gone for like, over 20 years so it's not really relevant but I have started embracing my nature as a fictional creation, it's comforting.

Btw, if one of my posts containing my typing quirk ends up on your dash I take no responsibility for it. I use it in posts that are for me only and if they happen to resonate with others that's their choice to reblog.

I had intended to set tipping up on my blog for a while but adhd caused me to never get around to it sooo, homebrew tip button on my original posts. Feel free and outright encouraged to steal this idea <3

So yeah that's me, hiii I love you all <3

this post is specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue

DNI list under the read more.

lmao imagine if I actually made one of those finally, that's how you'd know I've been replaced with an evil clone or something.

That being said if you're looking at my blog to send me an ask or dm about what someone gets off to please understand unless they're actively hurting someone I rly don't care. I have a lot of ignored and blocked anons about this.

This goes double if the person you're trying to alert me to is trans femme, we don't play that game here, especially given that I know I've been targetted for things as simple as engaging in vore the wrong way for some people or whatever.

Like, I just want to make it clear I rly don't give a fuck what another adult does in the bedroom, I rly don't care if the bedroom happens to include their blog and I rly don't care if they like to flirt about it with other adults on this website.

Also if your pinned post is a callout for anyone about anything it's likely to set off my paranoia around you, which is to say I will not be able to trust you if this is the case even if it's for someone who's actually a danger to a community, like, actively.

Like, this ain't a moral stance or anything, it's a mental health thing. I see that you want to make your first point of contact into a crosshair on someone else I'm gonna be scared you're gonna aim at me next even if it's completely reasonable that you'd never find anything objectionable with me. It scares me and I'm gonna spend every interaction walking on egg shells around you cos what if you're digging for dirt, like, I got no way of knowing.

Anyway as the opening joke implies I don't see any worth in having a list of things to not interact with me over cos the lived experience on this planet is so full of nuance and I've formed deem friendships with people who'd probably have avoided me if I had a DNI and they cared about it.

I think DNIs are dumb but this feels like a space to talk about some general limits on what I'm gonna put up with on this website. I'm just here for a good time with other freaks, anything else is optional. If you want to drag me into your discourse at this point then I guess this is whre I ask you to Do Not Interact. To anyone else, I love yall <3

If you've been directed here after sending an ask my way please apologize for wasting my time [here]

tl;dr DNIs are dumb but don't drag me into your personal grievances with others.

this post is still specifically a6out tum6lr user Zelda dragongirltongue [tip]

#6aaah #last updated june 4 #adding my tip 6utton on here too

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fallenclan · 29 days

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Toadbelly Fic

by Dragon Anon

Ever since he had been old enough to remember his dreams, he had been haunted by the place of shadows. Every night, his mind would carry him to the starless forest, with its grim, haunted trees blocking out any semblance of light. The air smelled damp, of mushrooms and decay.

Some nights, Toto felt as though he were being watched, followed, hunted. Other times, the shadowed forest seemed almost peaceful.

Tonight was not one of those nights. In a fever-induced trance, Toto ran. The shadows seemed to snap and bite at his paws, chasing him as he tried desperately to find any escape. "Please, let me out!" he wailed. "My twolegs, they--they left me. I need to find them." His cries felt upon deaf ears. The forest listened, always, but never answered.

Tonight, though, the forest was merciful. Toto found himself in the world of the waking mere moments later, hazily blinking the sleep out of his eyes. A pale grey and white tom was peering at him, eyes rounded with concern. "Oh, Ravenshade, he's awake!"

Another tom appeared, dark-pelted and swift as a striking hawk. "Can you walk?" he rumbled, voice surprisngly deep, almost soothing.

"Yes, I--I'm sick." Toto grimaced, sniffling. "My twolegs abandoned me."

"We should take him back to camp," the lighter tom mrrowed. "I bet Bristleheart could help him."

Ravenshade. Bristleheart. What strange names, Toto thought. Standing shakily, he padded towards the strangers, "If you help me, you won't regret it," he murmured.

"We should get going, if we want to get to camp before nightfall," Ravenshade replied in lieu of answer.

"All right."

***

"You'll be welcome to stay here, of course. If you want to join the clan-"

"I do," Toto replied immediately.

"Great!" Cherrystar grinned. Bristleheart and Sagespeckle sat a few pawsteps away, chatting quietly. Toto had already decided that he enjoyed the medicine den, with its various scents and herbal aromas. The so-called "medicine cats" were simply an added bonus, all of which being quite charming individuals.

"I'll make an announcement to the clan later, though by now I'm certain half of them already know you're here. Gossip travels quickly." Cherrystar chuckled fondly. "But first, what should I call you?"

Toto considered this. He glanced at the medicine cats, who now watched him curiously. He thought back to the stoic Ravenshade and the compassionate Cloudtuft. Smiling, he hummed, "You can call me Toadbelly."

***

"--and your mentor will be Toadbelly." Toadbelly blinked in surprise, quickly trying to regain his composure. Tanglepaw bounced up to him, tail curled with delight.

"I'm gonna be the best apprentice ever, I swear," Tanglepaw purred, pressing her nose against Toadbelly's.

"I don't doubt that for a second," he replied sincerely. "I only hope I'll be half as good a mentor."

"Of course you will be! I'm just glad Cherrystar didn't stick me with someone like Ravenshade."

"What's wrong with Ravenshade?"

"He's scary." Tanglepaw shivered.

"Well, I promise not to scare you, if I can help it."

***

"My dreams are filled with shadows."

"How so?" Cloudtuft glanced at Toadbelly. The pale tom's gaze was vacant, as if his mind were somewhere else.

"It's hard to explain." Toadbelly shrugged.

"Hm. Well, I don't really dream of anything at all. At least, I don't remember my dreams," Cloudtuft remarked. "Ficklefern used to have really vivid dreams, though. You could always talk to her."

"Oh." But I want to talk to you, lay dead on Toadbelly's tongue. "Sure, maybe."

"Anyway, I should probably get going. I wanted to get in a quick nap before the dusk patrol." Cloudtuft shot Toadbelly an amicable albeit reserved smile before padding off.

"Wow." Toadbelly started. A black she-cat had seemingly materialized by his side. "That was a harsh rejection."

"It wasn't a rejection," Toadbelly huffed, narrowing his eyes at Coalblaze. She grinned, seemingly unaware of Toadbelly's disquiet.

"Looked like one. Y'know, I have weird dreams too."

"They aren't weird, they're just... persistent."

"Sure." Coalblaze tilted her head. "D'you wanna try and try some snail shells?"

"Like . . . river snails?"

"Uh huh. Cloudtuft keeps a few in his nest. He likes to roll them around under his paws."

"Oh." Toadbelly blinked. He hadn't known that.

"C'mon, let's go before sundown. I bet if we race, I'd beat you!"

"That's probably true."

"Yeah, well, probably isn't for certain, so will you race against me anyway?"

"Why would I do something if I was certain I would lose?"

"Is it not worth trying?"

Toadbelly found a tiny smile spreading across his features, despite his prior vexation. "Okay, okay. I'll race you."

"Yes!"

***

"You were mentored by Ravenstar, right?"

"Uh, yeah." Flamefall shot Toadbelly a wary glance. "Why?"

"I was just curious." Toadbelly flicked his tail against Flamefall's side playfully. "We don't need to spend the entire border patrol in silence."

"If we talk too loudly, we might miss the sound of predators."

"Or trespassers," added Sootstep.

"We can all use our sense of smell, can't we?" Pepperswipe chimed in. "We'd smell any threat from fifty fox-lengths away."

"Cats can disguise their smell," Flamefall argued, ears twitching irritably. "We need to remain vigilant."

"Lighten up." Pepperswipe nudged her littermate.

"When it's a matter of our clan's safety-"

"Watch out!" Toadbelly darted forward, shoving Flamefall backward. A twoleg trap shone, teeth bared, right where Flamefall had been about to set his paw.

"I--thank you, Toadbelly." Flamefall mumbled, suddenly bashful.

"It's nothing. We should set off the trap with a branch so that no one accidentally steps on it."

"Hm. Good idea," Sootstep affirmed.

"What? A compliment from Sootstep?" Pepperswipe gasped, widening her eyes for emphasis. "Incredible!"

"You're embarassing yourself, Pepperswipe," Sootstep grumbled. "Enough."

"Oh no, I will definitely never be letting this go . . . ," Pepperswipe declared.

"Ugh."

Throughout the she-cat's back-and-forth, Flamefall's gaze remained locked on Toadbelly, as if seeing him for the first time.

Toadbelly pretended not to notice.

***

"I, uhm, heard about Cloudtuft."

"What?" Toadbelly stared. "How?"

"Well, I guess Ashblink overheard, and you know how he is." Tangletail winced. "You'll get over it, won't you? I mean, you'll be okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Toadbelly sighed. "I would rather have risked rejection than stayed silent."

"How wise," Tangletail teased.

"Hush."

"Nope. You aren't my mentor anymore, so you can't tell me what to do."

"Tangletail."

"Yes, yes, I know. Why don't we go do something to take your mind off of it? We could ask Shrewscratch if she needs any help collecting herbs."

"That would be nice." Toadbelly rose to his paws, stretching. "Thank you, by the way."

"You're welcome. Now, c'mon!"

***

The shadows were haunting him again. He felt resignation. The forest was beautiful in its own solemn way. And yet, something about it seemed to crave despair, loss, violence. The forest sought souls to fill its emptiness, leaching the very life from them instead.

Toadbelly shivered. I'll wake up eventually, he consoled himself. He had made so many new friends in FallenClan. The brown tom with the matted fur had been right. It was a good place, for good cats.

Toadbelly hadn't seen the tom in awhile. He distinctly remembered the scrawny creature's departing words. "Trust Ravenshade. He has his priorities straight. He will do what's right, to protect the clan." And now he was Ravenstar.

Toadbelly sighed. He would simply have to find somewhere to lay down, in the roots of some gnarly oak perhaps. In the morning, things would look better.

They always did.

-🐉

(dedicated to raccoon anon, who suggested i write something about toadbelly. i tried to incorporate his dark forest bond and speculate on his relationships with other fallenclan cats, since he's still relatively new to the clan. curious to see where his story goes!

guest appearance from a certain blorbo at the end there. was debating including or not, but ultimately decided to. i think he wouldn't care that much about toadbelly and probably only interacted with him once or twice, due to loneliness.

anyway, i'll be writing a ripplefade fic next! for now, enjoy a collection of little scenes i thought up with toadbelly haha)

(beetle note: ANOTHER BANGER..... a fantastic exploration of a character I have yet to expand on, and you captured him perfectly :D the idea of him being named Toto before coming to the clan is so cute <3 (without giving too much away, i'll say that you did explore a bit of a relationship that i plan to add in the future. dodgeball moment))

#fallenfic #dragon anon

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I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone. i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint, but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader

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