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fanfictionvibesworld · 2 months

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(A/n: sorry for the late updating my little warriors. You see I am working on some books on my new Wattpad profile. That's where most my one shots and stories are. If curious about where I am and Wattpad my username is @fanficvibs16)

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Were the story lies

Summery:Human Alastor x child reader

⚠️Warning: Some cruising, Arguments

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The date was 1910 in Louisiana, New Orleans. In this decade it was all about change. Everything was changing. The technology, communication, transportation, and of course society. But that doesn't mean it's always a good thing at times. This day was Normal though as the bir—

" God, You're just being just...so difficult to deal with let alone be married to!"

A woman exclaimed loud as it came from a cozy small cabin that was surrounded by lovely trees and plants. Isolated from the outside world. Let's see what's happening shall we?

The man and woman was in the living room of there vintage cozy cabin as the fireplace was roaring behind them. The woman was standing up in the middle of the living room with arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed looking at the man that was sitting down on a leather comfortable recliner chair as he looked like he didn't give "zero fuckes" about what the woman was on about this time. The lanky tall man replied

"If you think I'm so difficult to deal with then you should be looking at a mirror, you're no better then I "

The man stated calmly as he didn't raise his voice at her like she did to him but his words at most times cuts deeper under other people's skin more. Even without the intention. The woman looked more pissed with his response. These arguments back and forward were becoming more of a reoccurring thing these days. All of this started to be more frequent when....SHE was finally here.

" You know what, I'm so sick and tired of this just.... Chose! It's either me or them!"

The woman now in rage said as it hit a boiling point for her. She was giving him suddenly a choice that he had to make.

He was caught off guard instantly as for the first time in his life.... He was speechless. He didn't expect that it would come to this. He abruptly got up from his chair, His signature brown suit followed with him as he looked at her dead in the eyes. The woman took a step back out of reflex and her eyes held some fear since she knew what he could DO and what he WAS. He was now losing his cool a bit as the man's voice became deeper as his usual permanent SMILE was still on display as always

" have you lost your mind, choice. What kind a choice is that? What kind of MOTHER does that."

The man finally exclaimed to the woman more so now we can tell wife. It was the first time that he acted like this and with actual emotion, he always filled with personality was most of it was cold like ice. In reality why he responded like that was because.... She sounded just like... Father ....... He HATED his Father and refuses to talk about what really happened to this day even if he was now in his mid 20's. His permanent smile was stretched across his face as one of his dark brown eyes twitched in irritation.

The woman was silent as a mouse. She knew what she said was wrong and probably messed up in someway but she can't take it anymore not with him or anyone. The woman was now looking down at the floor at her feet as the fireplace behind them roared higher than before. She should be ashamed but at the same time she could really care less, she spoke up in a low tone that sounded like a whisper

" Chose ALASTOR "

" Get out of MY house "

The man said but now known as Alastor. His tone was dark and cold. He looked down at the woman as she was still looking at the ground as his predatory eyes are watching her every move. He was incredibly pissed. But still he had that permanent and unsettling SMILE. He should just kill her, here and now but...... didn't want to waste any more of his time.

The woman was so glad that she was still even standing and not dead as then she kept looking at the ground. She just decide to turn around and start to walk to the front door away from him in the living room. She opened the front door as before she even took a step outside spoke without turning back to him

" You'll regret this "

The woman uttered out as then she didn't even care to stay to hear his response as she then walked out the front door and slammed the door shut as she left the man standing in the middle living room as the fire was dialing down a bit from the lack of firewood being put in the fireplace.

Long silence filled the cabin as there was unsettledness to it, as it was too quiet. Alastor, after a while of all that let out a very deep, sigh as he was processing everything him and his (problem no more) wife fought about and her actually leaving

He moved from his spot for what seemed like ages he was standing there, even though that wasn't true. He walked down the hall outside the living room down to the bedrooms of the house, his brown polished shoes clicked on the ground as he walked. He then stoped in front of one in particular room as it was just like the rest the doors as it was oak wood but the inside was definitely different from the rest. He turned the old gold color knob as he turned the knob to open the door

In the room was a sight many would think was either a bold face joke or a disbelief sight even for him. The walls were an emerald green with a white ceiling and even a painted forest on one of the walls. Against that forest painted wall had a beige color crib with white small mattress and a blanket. Hanging above the crib was hanging down as it was baby deers play spiny toy

Alastor walked in the room more as he walked in the room as he actually made an effort to not make his presence known. He walked up to the crib as he looked down. In there was a small red bundle in the middle of crib. Alastor paused for a moment as he hesitated. He then just went for it as he bend down and took the red bundle in his skinny but muscular arms as he hold the red bundle, it was clear that he didn't really know what he was doing but at least was making an effort

Alastor looked down at the bundle as he took one of his hands as he moved some of that fabric away from the bundles face is what came into view was a precious baby as it had the same mix skin that he had but also had natural rosy cheeks. The baby was though awake as it was looking up at Alastor with there colored eyes with a somewhat chubby face

Alastor just looked down at the baby's with a non readable expression. Alastor never was one to think of to be a father to anyone and even to himself. He to be honest hated children and thought they were just a bunch of germ infested animals that the parents had to deal with until they were adults. It was that but this probably came from his past trauma that was unresolved that he had from his own childhood. By those descriptions one can tell by just that he doesn't like kids. He also was a busy person that didn't like his time passing by like a waste of time

But

This was different. Something that he can't quite put his finger on what emotion that was emotion or won that he ever used. Doesn't know why he didn't hesitate to pick this baby instead of his own wife but it was done and over with. It's just..... ever since he saw that babies face..... was like a flashlight in his dark cave that he calls his own. He never thought that he would be a father actually scared that he would end up like his Father

Alastor then suddenly smiled down at the baby. This smile was different though. It was more.... comforting and genuine which he hasn't shown in a long time while not even to that wife of his

" Well, I guess it's just you and me now. My little Fawn"

The baby in his hold of course Didn't know what he said, since he was adult and they were just a child but that didn't stop them from giving him a gummy small back at him. Oh how alike they are already huh?

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(A/n: if wanted to see the full story on this as it is a part of a story that I am actually making go check out my Wattpad is wished. I hope you all have a good night/afternoon/morning. Bye!

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bakerstreethound · 10 months

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Strawberry Delight

Relationship: Strawberry!Sherlock x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, virgin sherlock, swearing, biting & marking, begging, lots of emotions, and dash of fluff - lots of kisses

Summary: Quiet early mornings on Baker Street are a rarity, especially with Sherlock clinging to you and asking for more than kisses. One thing leads to another and you oblige his wishes.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2.0k+

A/N: I hope you enjoy the story and my beloved strawberry boy. If you've been around for awhile, you probably can deduce how precious he is to me and his significance. I truly am lucky to be part of a community who accepted him with love. Special thanks to @strangelockd for beta reading! Graphic by @firefly-graphics. As always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Thank you for your support!

The early morning sun peaks through the curtains, pulling you gently from your abyss of sleep. You snuggle closer to the man entrapped in your arms, smiling to yourself, as you stroke his back, looking out at the scattered remnants of loathing and piles of unwashed sheets.

You sigh partly in defeat, the other half of you smug remembering the night before, and the attempt at doing copious amounts of laundry not exactly going as planned.

His face is nuzzled into the pillow, soft noises escaping him lost to a world beyond yours. You can’t help but admire his back, pale, muscular, littered with an assortment of bruises, and a few scratches. Your fingers stroke along them, tracing shapes into his skin.

He murmurs imperceptibly, some gibberish about a snake threatening him with a knife. You chuckle to yourself before pressing gentle kisses along his back, and up to his exposed shoulder, making way to gently nip his neck as you tug his curls.

You haven't gotten far with him beyond kisses but you kiss him deeper more instantly and his eyes fly open and he's already gasping in short breaths, shifting to face you, reaching out for you, blinking back the lingering sleep in his eyes.

He finds himself pulling you closer and closer still, you're intoxicating all he can breathe and feel in the moment and something in him stirs. He grips you impossibly tighter, pupils wide, almost frantic yet mixed with an emotion beyond your comprehension.

"Sherlock, talk to me," you're concerned, worried you've pushed too far. You didn't want to ruin the moment. You stroke his jaw softly, desperate to provide him with a comforting presence afraid you’d given the wrong impression.

You swore you’d take your time with him and not rush anything and you were more than content to wait, until both you and him were ready, particularly him.

He swallows, burying his face in your neck, murmuring, his breath warm, tickling your skin you can’t focus on what he said and you cup his face gently. "Didn't quite catch that."

"I don't exactly have…don’t want to hurt you…" his voice treads on unsure and he mentally slaps himself for telling you. He wants to be enough for you but he'd never allowed himself to be in such a state with anyone. Sure, he knew how it worked, the science of it all, but he never had the desire to do so, well, until you came along.

You made him curious, after all, awakening something within him that needed you impossibly closer and craved your touch. Oh, how he loved your touch, falling into your arms after an arduous night. It was one of the rarest things he could rely on, knowing for certain he could fall asleep in your arms, or next to you when you desired the space.

“I’ll take my time with you, Sherlock I’ll be right here with you, alright?” His shoulders slump as he presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply. You inhale his scent, running your fingers through his curls, assuring him, silently pleading with your eyes letting him know it’s okay and all that matters is him and his comfort.

“Thank you…” his voice is soft, hand cupping your cheek as he continues falling into you and your touch, your hands his comfort. He watches you through parted lips while you nuzzle into his hand gazing at him in adoration.

It takes all his resolve not to shudder, but his mind reels, thinking about what on earth he has done to deserve your touch, your kindness, your love. He groans when you tug his curls harder and when your lips meet he tugs you impossibly closer by your waist, feeling his heartbeat racing in tandem with yours.

“Take your time, I’m here,” you murmur softly in his ear, his hand snaking around your waist squeezing tightly as he kisses you again, more self-assured. “That’s it, feels good my boy.”

His hands trail lower, slow and deliberate in their exploration. It’s a delicious agony all its own, the widening of his eyes how they darken when a whimper falls from your lips telling him how you like it.

Oh, how he likes it when your lips form his name, gasping at the touch of his hands trailing along your back, fingers drawing soft circles memorizing the feel of you, searing it into his mind.

You nod in encouragement, pulling yourself closer, needing more. You’ve never felt this before; it's insatiable, driving you absolutely mad. But you let him take his time, relishing in his growing confidence, each touch along your body mingles with the hot kindling of his body.

“Sherlock, please,” you hate how desperate you sound, but when a hand falls to your waist, the other trailing along the apex of your thigh, you know you’re done for. His mischievous glance is more than enough to let you know of his intentions.

You let yourself fall, thinking of nothing but him as two of his fingers slowly work themselves inside you drawing groans and praises from your lips. With your encouragement, he finds himself growing bolder, his tongue mingling in the complex dance of his fingers, learning the rhythm of your body.

He moans, relishing your taste and how you fell under an enchantment.

His enchantment.

He did this to you.

A surge of pride rushes through him, intoxicating, utterly captivating him when you cup your breast squeezing it and sighing in bliss. He whimpers at the sight, coming up to kiss you, desperation full of need, sighing in bliss as you taste yourself on his tongue.

You let yourself fall, reaching up to tug his curls, whispering praises, his eyes softening full of hope and determination. When he finally rolls on top of you, pulling you flush against his chest, thrusting into you, swearing, whimpering, and moaning in tandem.

“That’s right, oh hell, good boy. You’re doing so well.” It’s almost enough to have him break much too early for his liking. Yet, when your nails dig in harder to the broad canvas of his back, sure to leave impressions, the endless stream of praises falling between broken moans awakens something primal within him.

He wants you.

He wants to make you his.

He wants you to be proud.

He wants you to fall over and over into the planes of bliss only you can succumb to by him and him alone.

“You look absolutely…ravishing,” he chokes out, his loving gaze locked upon you as you feel the fullness of him, and nothing has ever felt more right than this moment.

His fingers stroke the fire between you, teasing your clit as he begins a steady pace, your nails digging impossibly deeper into his back, determination to bring you to ruin flashing in his mind. Your grip on him is like a vice and he succumbs to you, moans filling the space between you.

“Sherlock I’m going to–” You choke back another moan, kissing him softly, and then, when you both release in tandem, you see nothing but him and the stars. You grip him impossibly tighter, kissing him softly, full of passion, the space between you warm and intoxicating with his scent.

“H-hell,” he whimpers and you continue kissing him, swallowing the moans relishing in the whimpers from his parted lips as you crash into him, overwhelmed by the emotions. He did this to you, put you under his spell and you wanted more, or rather to return it in kind.

With another lingering kiss, you carefully roll yourself on top of him with little protest, pinning his wrists to the bed as you slowly, grind against him, feeling him come to life again inside you, still riled from the minutes prior.

It’s sweet agony and torture all its own and he wants more. Hell, he wants more, the way you look down upon him strokes the fire burning brighter inside him and all he feels is you, all he wants now in the impossibility of it all is you.

For how could he ever have someone like you?

“Are you sure?” he whispers, brushing his hands along your sides before gripping your hips impossibly tighter, a delicious contrast to the tenderness permeating through his eyes, roaming along your body, stopping to gaze into your eyes, begging for a kiss.

“I’ve never been more certain, Sherlock. Let me do this for you, okay?” You brush your lips against his, as he swallows and you grip his bicep. “You did so well for me, so fucking good.”

His eyes widen at your paise, his cheeks flush and basking in the adoration of your praise. What the hell did he do to deserve this?

His hands fall to your hips, gripping them tight as they guide you along him, stretching you out again, bringing him back to life. Everything feels completely right at this moment. “You feel good hell please, just like that,” he begs as you work against him harder, burying his whimpers in kisses as you relish his moans, his nails digging into your back deliciously, encouraging you to use him at your will.

You kiss him gently, tugging his curls with your free hand, his whimpers and cries encouraging your endeavors. He welcomes you without question, trusting your movements. What’s left of his rational mind knows he can trust you fully, guiding him to pleasure he didn’t fathom before.

He thought it was a joke, saved for those silly bodice-ripper novels hiding between the sci-fi adventure books on your shelves.

He won’t admit it aloud, far too enthralled and enraptured by the sight of you above him, edging him, kissing him, giving yourself fully to him. You kiss along his neck before pressing your forehead against his, burying a hand in his curls.

"Please, fuck, I-" he whimpers, your synapses firing, at his pleading eyes, the softness and pure adoration encouraging you onward. You would do anything for him. His lips part half wonder, half ecstasy at your finger intertwining with his, bringing them to your lips and kissing the top of his with reverence.

Thank you for seeing me.

I’m here for you.

I always was and will be.

Why haven’t we done this sooner?

The time wasn’t right but here we are.

Together.

You gaze back in quiet conversation, letting your entangled bodies speak for themselves, a giggle pulled from you while he situated himself on top, growing confident with every movement, encouraged by your sighs, the blissful noises sending his mind into overdrive.

“Feels so good can I?” he inhales sharply along your neck, his fingers falling to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, hitting deeper inside you, your body and mind colliding in bliss, perceiving nothing beyond Sherlock’s skin and the bedsheets wound around you, holding you captive against him. It’s where you belong.

Your hand reaches into his curls, tugging them gently, enough to expose his neck - a neck you swore crafted by a Grecian god of old. He groans, leaning into your touch while you suck more marks, determined to claim him as yours for an insurmountable course of time through the morning.

You won’t have it another way, would never tire of the mornings waking up with him in your arms on the days a case didn't keep his brilliant mind running.

You’ve been the one to catch him, restrain him when the time called (John called you for backup), and in turn he provides you with a comfort you can’t put words to.

For the love you didn’t want to leave, bask in this bliss. Never had someone made you come undone the way he had, how attentive, his gaze never leaving yours studying your every action, eager to learn and please.

For him, you have all the time in the world.

“Can we stay like this a while longer?” He asks when he brings a towel for you, kissing your cheek before joining you back in bed, before peppering you with more kisses, soft and desperate, warm and soft along yours, desperation growing.

*****

You chuckle, ruffling his curls, “Easy there love, we have all the time in the world.”

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chainofclovers · 26 days

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I'm curious: How do you perceive kudos? As the person whom you reblogged put it, I have comment anxiety, so I often stay silent. But kudos ... when I press that button I do so because I found the writing excellent, the story wonderfully crafted, it made me feel feelings (happy, sad, or everything in between), I thought about it for days/weeks after, etc. Do they mean the same to you as a recipient?

Hi anon! It makes me happy to see my email with kudos I received during the prior day, and I love seeing familiar usernames, kudos from friends, kudos from people whose usernames are entirely unfamiliar to me, kudos from one person on multiple stories. I don't believe I am owed comments or that anyone is owed comments, and it means a lot when someone takes the time to read one of my stories. That little gesture of pressing that kudos button is always appreciated.

But no, kudos don't mean the same thing to me as a comment does. Not because kudos isn't great, but because a comment feels so personal, like a gift. It's an immediate endorphin rush to read even a very short comment expressing what someone felt about a story. As a writer, nothing really beats someone taking the time to leave some written thoughts on my work. Whether it's a single line or a multi-paragraph deep dive, a comment notification makes my heart beat faster, simply put.

(And I'll add that I know that as a commenter, I sometimes leave those long multi-paragraph deep dives out of sheer enthusiasm. Other times, my comments are much shorter. I try not to get too in my head about that, hoping that authors appreciate a comment regardless of what kind of time I have. Also, the length of my own comments is NEVER something I'd want people reading my work to feel self-conscious about when choosing what to say about my stories...I love all comments, short and long, general and detailed!)

Some people are just not into leaving comments, and that's okay. I would never want leaving me a comment to feel like a chore, and as I said before, no one creating anything is owed a particular type of feedback. But since you said you have comment anxiety, that makes me infer that perhaps you want to be leaving comments, and would do so if it didn't make you feel anxious. So let me just say that in your ask to me, you constructed an absolutely perfect format for your comments:

"I found this writing excellent. It made me happy and I'm going to think about this for days."

"Your story was wonderfully crafted. I felt happy, sad, and every emotion in-between. I thought about it for *weeks* and now I'm back let you know!"

"Your writing is excellent. I'm so sad about [character] now, and just had to tell you."

You could always add something specific about what that person's writing was doing that felt so wonderfully crafted, or pull out a line or two that really stuck out to you as great, but there's certainly no obligation. The above comments, built out of your own words, would make my day to receive and I think I can speak for most writers here in saying it's hard to think of a writer who wouldn't feel the same. And in terms of the anxiety of having an interaction online...after leaving a comment like that, the "worst" thing that would happen is the writer feels happy about your comment but doesn't answer. (Which, again, their prerogative. No questions asked. Everyone interacts differently.) The best thing that could happen is that you'll hear back from a writer and be affirmed that your feedback made a real difference in their day. And either way, you'll know you made someone happy.

#fandom things #fandom #comment culture #fic comments #fanfic #asks #anon #this kinda stuff is one of the reasons why tl comment-a-thons have been one of my absolute favorite fandom things i've ever gotten to do #feedback is so great and keeping comment culture alive in fandoms is a huge part of fandom longevity

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agro-carnist · 1 year

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Now that I'm slightly less in the spotlight, I'd like to talk about what has been going on and give my side. I'm sure you've all seen what has been said about me, but in case you haven't, this will include a discussion about zoophilia, zoosadism, pedophilia, and taboo kink/fetish.

I've taken several days to write this because I needed to clear my head so I could write something concise. I did not want to immediately write something too quickly that I couldn't think through.

I don't expect anyone to completely understand me or totally agree with my opinions, but I am writing this with full sincerity. I'd just like a little bit of faith when you read this. My positions are based on the science that I read, and I try to be someone that sticks to the side of evidence, not one of pure feelings or assumptions or what we think is common sense, even when it is difficult to understand or seems counterintuitive. I've always preached this principle on here, so I hope you all feel the same way. I ask that you read this with that in mind. Even if you don't reach the same conclusion as me, consider what I say and what I give with good faith.

All linked sources with restricted access can be read by copy/pasting the url or title into sci-hub

First, that twitter account is mine. The art contained on the twitter account is mine. Yes it is graphic. No I am not a zoophile, zoosadist, or pedophile. I understand this kind of art is disgusting and/or disturbing to many people. That is why I kept it on an account specifically for this kind of extreme art. It is why I don't advertise it. I am not secretive about my kinks/fetishes - I enjoy things like gore, noncon, and animal characters - but I know when and where these kinds of things are appropriate. Some of my art is not meant for a general audience. I won't advertise it to anyone and everyone to see because it can be upsetting to most people. That's also why I give plenty of content warnings and include the twitter censor that blurs the image and you have to click 'show' on to see. And that's why I believe posting screenshots of this material with my username, showing everyone exactly where to go to find this content, is irresponsible. I know the people that posted it think they're doing a service, but this is how children find content they shouldn't see. Callouts are how people find things they otherwise would never see. I, personally, don't think calling people out this way helps kids. I think it does more harm than good. My twitter was public but is now private because I don't want curious minors to look me up and look at what is on the account.

I understand that it can be hard to know why someone would enjoy erotic art of violence between animal characters without being a zoophile/zoosadist. But there are many reasons people enjoy taboo erotica without desiring it in the real world. About half of people experience paraphilic sexual fantasies, and the fantasies alone are not indicative of pathology. Deviant sexual fantasies are, in fact, "within the normal realm of human experience." There is little evidence that fantasy alone means someone wants to or will commit a sexual offense. Forced sex fantasies are extremely common. Violent sexual fantasies are not abnormal. Sex therapists and educators acknowledge that fantasies are not necessarily repressed desires. Sexual fantasy is not sexual desire. It's ok for our sexual interests to not reflect our moral code. Often taboo sexual fantasies are a way to explore how we feel about things, like repulsion. Humans are curious animals. We have morbid curiosities. Fantasies can be a way to experience something that would be immoral to act upon.

Why I am into taboo kink is hard to explain, and a lot of it I don't understand myself - human minds are very complex - but I can try to explain some of it. I enjoy exploring the darker parts of humanity. We're still animals and that means we still hold onto aspects that don't align with our morals. We have morbid curiosities. When we pass by a car crash, we want to see it, or when someone tells us something disturbing is spreading on the internet, we take interest in what it could be. Art is a way to fulfill that curiosity without any victims. Another thing is that it can be fun or therapeutic to imagine yourself in situations of bodily harm. That's probably confusing, but I like to explore what my body looks like on the inside, or what it would feel like to experience certain physical traumas, without the threat of dying. Fear and arousal are closely intertwined. The animal characters I draw are also very far removed from real world animals. They are sapient and behave very human. To me the only difference between them and an anthro furry character is the number of legs they walk on and the lack of clothes.

Because I draw this kind of content, many people are claiming that I am faking having ZOCD and my intrusive thoughts, or that my intrusive thoughts have turned into wanted thoughts. They say that if I really was distressed by these thoughts, I wouldn't engage with them through art. But my intrusive thoughts are about real people and animals. I do not have intrusive thoughts about characters. I watch movies and read books with murder, kidnapping, torture, disease, and freak accidents and enjoy these pieces of media. This does not negate the fact that I have intrusive thoughts about these things or the distress I feel regarding them. Someone getting hurt in a movie does not distress me. My intrusive thoughts include ideas of me or a loved one getting hurt, or me suddenly hurting someone. Intrusive thoughts target your fears and your morals. They make you question who you are as a person. That's why thoughts of real world violence are so distressing and depictions of violence in media are (usually) not. I fear losing someone I love, I fear losing a part of my mind or body, I fear losing control of my humanity and hurting someone, I fear loss of inhibition that makes me do things I wouldn't otherwise do. I don't fear hurting a character or a character doing a bad thing to another character. When I'm obsessing and becoming paranoid it's not over things that happen in fictional worlds. My therapist doesn't have to reassure me that I'll be ok if something bad happens in that fictional world. She does have to reassure me that the world isn't out to get me and that I don't have to act on a thought. Others with OCD might find media that resembles the content of their intrusive thoughts triggering, and that's normal, but not everyone will react the same. Not everyone copes with their mental illnesses the same way or has the same triggers. Most violent depictions just don't garner that same reaction from me because I don't have any moral qualms with fake people or animals getting hurt since they aren't real victims. It doesn't attack my moral beliefs that way. It may be upsetting to see, but doesn't make me fear for my or others' safety.

I love horror movies and haunted houses. I love the adrenaline and fear I experience during them. But I still metaphorically shit my pants at the thought of an actual serial killer stalking me and jumping out of a hiding spot. The difference is that the former exists in a safe space that I can leave and where I know it's a script. How I feel about a scenario in fiction does not dictate how I feel about it happening in the real world. To tell me that I don't actually have the disorder that I've been diagnosed with is extremely upsetting. So is to tell me I'm hiding secret bloodthirsty desires behind a mental illness or that I'm making OCD look bad by not having a moral conundrum about fake people or animals being hurt. I especially don't appreciate people that don't have OCD preaching about what "real" intrusive thoughts are or what I should or should not be doing while having OCD. The things that have been said to or about me have been undeniably ableist. And the distress that has caused me has just been brushed aside because I don't adhere to what people think I as a person with OCD "should" act like. I feel like I'm not being granted agency over my own experiences.

I am even being compared to some of the worst people like Kero the wolf or HypnotistSappho. I hope you believe me when I say that is truly disgusting and offensive. These were the kinds of people that belonged to groups for sharing material of real animals being tortured for sexual pleasure, or tried to start an organization to promote bestiality, or openly promoted zoophilia and pedophilia as normal sexual orientations, or actively abused children and animals. I have not done anything like that. My artistic expression is nothing like their real world, extensive and widespread levels of abuse. I am so offended that I'd spend years spreading animal welfare advocacy, including explicitly anti-bestiality rhetoric, only to be lumped in with monsters, like my art erases all the work I've done. How someone could believe I actually desire to torture animals baffles me. How someone could think all this work was just master manipulation to con everyone so I could secretly abuse leaves my head spinning.

I also haven't ever claimed that my nsfw art is a coping mechanism for my OCD/intrusive thoughts. This is an assumption people have made. Occasionally elements of my intrusive thoughts will make their way into my art as a way to confront them head on on my own terms, but almost always are not a factor in my nsfw art. Art based on my intrusive thoughts as catharsis I don't share publicly.

Yes, I enjoy hurting fictional characters. They exist in a world with no consequences. Nobody actually gets hurt. Anything can happen to them and nothing about the world changes. I have no desire to hurt an animal, because that impacts the real world. I have never looked at an animal and felt excitement at the idea of hurting it. I have never felt attraction to an animal. I have never felt the urge to make sexual contact with an animal. I have never experienced attraction to a child, either.

I am also being accused of being a pedophile. This is because I made a tweet saying I enjoy explicitly abusive relationships between adult and minor characters, but don't enjoy minor/adult ships depicted as cute or wholesome. People interpret this as me having a malicious desire to abuse a child. But here's the thing: you don't know why someone enjoys a certain dynamic. Many people that like to see abusive relationships depicted in stories or erotica are survivors of abuse themselves. Many people use kink as a coping mechanism, and the stigma of their kink play often hinders them from trauma recovery. Like I said before, kink and fantasy are not morality guidebooks. This also assumes every character drawn in ship art or erotica is an object of attraction to those that create or consume it. But even porn can serve a purpose other than arousal. Personally I just like these dynamics because they offer a compelling story and/or character interactions that can explore trauma and its effects and can feel therapeutic to work through.

Art does not exist in a vacuum. I don't argue it does. Art is influenced by its creator. But you can't look at the content of someone's kink or fantasy to judge the quality of someone's character. This is the position of professionals that study and counsel people. Whether or not someone commits a sexual offense is more influenced by that person's personality traits, moral positions, pre-existing positive beliefs about offending, environment, and negative emotional states. And, look, fiction does indeed effect reality, but there is little evidence that porn encourages someone to offend or results in more violent offenses. Availability of porn may even be associated with lower levels of sexual aggression. This professional report goes into great detail on sexual offending and concludes that there is no reason "scientific or otherwise" for criminalization of any type of virtual porn because it does not lead to offending, and may even provide a substitute for people that may otherwise offend. Even if you find that content reprehensible. Offensive art has its place and deserves to exist. That is the position I have come to based on the scientific evidence.

And I want to make another thing clear: I am not a proshipper. Disliking the position of one group does not make me a member of a different group. I have no desire to put myself in a category, I just have my own opinions. I also have plenty of issues with the proship community. I just now look at fiction and kink with more nuance than I used to. I don't participate in fearmongering based on knee-jerk reactions to media anymore.

Going forward I'm going to do my best to be more responsible with my nsfw accounts. Any interactions I've made with minors are honest mistakes. I genuinely don't want to expose minors to my nsfw or interact with them. I don't go out seeking minors to talk to. But I know interacting with minors through an nsfw account is serious, so I'm going to do better to police myself and always check that no one I'm interacting with is underage.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading. Sadly I expect many people won't read this, they'll just continue to repeat "zoophile" and "pedophile." But I really appreciate you if you took the time to read. I know many people really do want to be good and believe they are protecting people by engaging in callouts against people for their fictional interests. I think most people have their hearts in the right place but are misguided by the current culture. And I don't mind if you disagree with me, but I always want people to take their positions with the most information. I want there to be honest discussions about these topics, not naming and shaming people.

I might make updates to this post if I think of things I forgot to address. Like I said, it's been many days of my head buzzing and this post is also very long. I welcome any good faith questions or concerns. People that come just to attack in bad faith will just be blocked. I won't humor that. Please meet me with the same honesty I came with. I want to continue to do good.

-Agro

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mochiimadness · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your witch! S/o and I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if you could do the same for me?

ROTTMNT turtles (each turtle separately!) x Elegant fighter! Kitsune! S/o hcs?

Also you have a lovely day / afternoon / night and a WONDERFUL YEAR!!

(Also if you are uncomfortable with this request please ignore it!!)

Ofc!

Neon Leon

Leo is a pretty flashy fighter

He knows it, you know it, we all know it- he’s a show off

Which means, he pays attention when someone’s fighting style is different than normal

The first time Leo sees you fight, he has to do a double take

He also portals straight into a wall but shhh

Not only are you an amazing fighter-

You look mesmerizing while doing it??

He’s never seen anyone knock out a rampaging mutant so gracefully before

Definitely leans on his sword and whistles

“Look at those moves! That kitsune right there is my s/o everybody- don’t get any ideas!”

Raph scolds him for flirting in the middle of battle

Portals next to you to flirt some more

“Y’know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were dancing- why not dance with me instead of them?”

'Them' being the mutant that’s two seconds from sending him flying

Pls save your dumb, but lovable, turtle before he gets himself knocked out

Outside of battle, Leo always brags to anyone who’s nearby that you are his s/o

Thinks you’re the most stunning, badass, and loving creature to ever exist

So, so, so many photos together

You two definitely have spa days together

Loves to brush your fur

And loves when you scratch his shell

Especially loves how silky your tails are

If you’re okay with it, one of his favorite things to do is just sit down and bury himself under your tails.

“They’re like the softest pillows in the world!”

Don Tron

His username is literally Bootyyyshaker9000

You can’t tell me he doesn’t appreciate dance

He often tries to learn about different styles of dance

When he sees you fighting for the first time he gets so excited

Your elegant style has him fan boying

And while your fighting style isn’t actually a dance, there are some movements that look pretty similar here and there.

Definitely asks you to teach him a move or two

He'll get so hyped when he does the move correctly for the first time

If he gets a second or two to himself while fighting, he'll look over to you

Just admires- also brags to Leo that you're his s/o

"You see that wonderful kitsune with fighting moves you could only ever dream of doing?? They're my s/o."

"Donnie you do this every time-"

Outside of fighting, Donnie is extremely curious about your species.

Definitely asks a lot of questions about your life, family, family's history, etc.

"Can people actually get cursed if they touch your tails without permission??"

"Where did you hear that????."

"Can you set things on fire-"

"I mean, anyone can set things on fire if they really want to."

"Can you really Shapeshift!?"

"...yes."

He's just fascinated by you- I promise it's not an interrogation.

Sometimes he gets a bit carried away asking questions,

Just brush one of your tails against him and watch him immediately wrap it around himself

He loves silky smooth textures

And your tails are his favorite 'blanket' in the world.

Mystic Mike

#1 hype man right here

He can- and has, cheered for you whenever you fight

I feel like your elegant style will pair well with his kusari-fundo (his weapon)

He will start jumping up and down, cheering at the top of his lungs, if you ever use his weapon in a fight

You're flipping and turning ever so gracefully

The chain looks like it could be a dance ribbon with how easily you twirl it around

Mikey is definitely loosing his voice after that battle.

Even if you don't use his weapon, he adores your style

“I can watch you fight for hours!”

You are absolutely his muse

He’ll ask if he can maybe take a picture of you while fighting- or better yet, ask you to pose for him in one of your moves so he can make a painting of you

If you do he’s over the moon about it!

He will pick you up and spin you around happily

“Thank you so much s/o!!! I promise I’ll make you the most wonderful painting ever!”

Don’t get him started on your fur

Absolutely thinks you’re the most amazing kitsune ever

Oh my gosh- if you let him, he’ll totally paint your fur and tails with safe dye (whether it’s permanent or not is up to you!)

I can see you two painting elegant swirls over your bodies with glow in the dark paint/dye and heading out for a night around the town

He also finds your species history interesting-

Though he’s more interested in the art depictions ofc

May or may not have tried to use one of your tails as a paintbrush (with your permission ofc)

Surprisingly effective

And you can use multiple of your tails to paint at once

He thinks you’re so cool!

And if you have mystic powers???

Like shape shifting or illusion magic????

You two are going to prank everyone

10/10 painting and pranking couple

Big Red

Raph is a worry wart

So no matter what your fighting style is, he’ll be nervous about you going into battle

Especially when he sees your elegant style

He panics at first, thinking your style isn’t suited for the fight

But when you absolutely obliterated your opponent, his jaw dropped

Your style makes it seem less threatening

But it’s anything but

And he’s absolutely amazed

Definitely asks to see you fight again.

Spar with him!!

He might be nervous at first, but you can absolutely hold your own

Especially since your styles are so different

It gives him a new perspective.

He even tries incorporating your moves with his own fighting style every now and then

It may not always work, but he still loves it

If you somehow include your tails in your style he might just faint

Your tails look so soft and delicate

But they’re strong enough to send opponents flying through a wall!?!

You always continue to amaze him

(This is not to say he thinks your weak or anything, he absolutely thinks you could kick anyone's ass. He’s just a big worry-er, no matter who it is.)

He’s so proud of you

“That’s my s/o!!!”

“My s/o can kick your butt any day!”

He also thinks your appearance as a kitsune helps to disarm people

You’re majestic, and your tails are amazing

But you are an absolute powerhouse

You can be terrifying if you want to

All while doing it gracefully

He also loves to play with your tails

Can you blame him??? They’re so soft, he just wants to cuddle with them

After a long hard day, one of his favorite things to do is cuddle with you- your tails wrapping around him

It makes him feel so safe- not only are your tails soft, but he’s seen how strong they really are

You make him feel protected

Falls asleep like a baby

I hope you enjoyed! I had fun writing this

The boys are absolute simps for their kitsune s/o

Now I want to draw Mikey and his s/o with the glow in the dark body paint/dye

Reblogs appreciated :3

#x reader #my writing #imagines #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #hamato #neon leon #don tron #mystic mike #big red #the boys

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draw-the-squad-like-this · 3 months

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How to submit a prompt!

I got a few questions from different people about how submissions worked, so I figured I'd make a post about it! TL;DR is in blue

Click here to go straight to submissions! Or use the Submit a Post button at the top of the blog! (Tumblr article on how to submit posts)

Note: Submissions do not notify the submitter when they have been posted. I always tag submissions with the URL of whoever submitted them so you can search my blog to find your submission later. But if you want some other notification e.g. if you want to be notified or have your name IN the body of the post, feel free to add "submitted by @ Username" to the bottom of the post! I don't mind.

Rules and recommendations:

Don't submit AI Art! Just don't.

Don't submit text-only prompts with no people/characters pictured! A text conversation or message board convo between people without at least profile pictures next to the messages has no place to insert a character as an art prompt!

Don't include multiple pictures in one submission (unless it's a comic-type prompt with multiple panels) Y'all know I have a rigorous tagging system, and it's easier to tag/categorize one prompt per post. If you have a whole bunch of prompts, just submit them individually one at a time. Don't worry about flooding my inbox, I promise it's fine.

Don't Submit a post with the Ask button. Submissions are for prompts, Asks are for questions and comments!

Don't submit a drawing made by somebody else! Unless you know their username and have express permission to repost their art with credit, I won't repost a drawing made by somebody else. This doesn't generally apply to things like public domain art, super old paintings (like European Renaissance-era), and screenshots of animations and movies (Unless it's an indie animation in which case I want to provide a link to it! In this house we love and support indie projects!!)

You are welcome to @ me in a post you think would make a good prompt! This is a valid way to submit a prompt! ESPECIALLY if you draw a prompt yourself!! Same as submission rules, I just ask that you tag me on posts consisting of 1 individual prompt and not just a big mass of like 10+ different prompts posted by one person. For the sake of easier blog navigability, I don't wanna rb posts that are 5 kilometers long.

If the prompt is from a show/movie or something, feel free to add the source if you know it! It's just nice to have in case anyone is curious.

#This post was long overdue haha #I had all these rules and ideas in my head but I never wrote them out for everyone else to see. its about time i did just that!#not a prompt #submission #how to submit #submissions #FAQ page #FAQ

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 1 year

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here's the whole post if you want it. it's very predictable. Really love the "I'm not a proshipper!!" part. Agro, you're not getting any favors by lying lol. you are literally a proshipper and even say that directly on your pedo tweet about previously being an anti lmao.

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Agro-Carnist:

I've taken several days to write this because I needed to clear my head so I could write something concise. I did not want to immediately write something too quickly that I couldn't think through.

All linked sources with restricted access can be read by copy/pasting the url or title into sci-hub

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Oh, and for that last study they linked? Here's the abstract:

Abstract

Whether pornography contributes to sexual aggression in real life has been the subject of dozens of studies over multiple decades. Nevertheless, scholars have not come to a consensus about whether effects are real. The current meta-analysis examined experimental, correlational, and population studies of the pornography/sexual aggression link dating back from the 1970s to the current time. Methodological weaknesses were very common in this field of research. Nonetheless, evidence did not suggest that nonviolent pornography was associated with sexual aggression. Evidence was particularly weak for longitudinal studies, suggesting an absence of long-term effects. Violent pornography was weakly correlated with sexual aggression, although the current evidence was unable to distinguish between a selection effect as compared to a socialization effect. Studies that employed more best practices tended to provide less evidence for relationships whereas studies with citation bias, an indication of researcher expectancy effects, tended to have higher effect sizes. Population studies suggested that increased availability of pornography is associated with reduced sexual aggression at the population level. More studies with improved practices and preregistration would be welcome.

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So even the abstract of the study itself admits almost everything was flawed.

It should also be noted the rest of this study is locked behind a paywall, so there's no way to tell exactly what kind of 'sexual agression' the Study was..... well, studying. But I sincerely doubt it was about the effects of pedo or zoo porn, let alone fucking snuff porn.

Oh, and for that "half of people have fantasies considered paraphillia" that study's Abstract mentions things like exhibitionism, voyerism, masochism, etc-- literally zero things about pedo and zoo shit.

And we all know they used that wording in their post to imply 50% of people think animals or kids are hot, because that's the first thing that comes to mind when people are discussing paraphillias, especially on a post defending creating fucking snuff porn of cats being tortured and raped to death.

It just really boils my blood to see people like this still having a following, the only thing he admitted to doing wrong was "i should never have interacted with minors on my nsfw account, and I will do a better job of policing myself in the future"

Which, even the wording on that statement was a way to gain symphathy lmao. "policing myself"???? Seriously?

Anyway, for anyone still unaware, this is Agro-Carnist aka Angrysnakes aka another Warrior Cat's themed blog I don't recall the name of.

the other warrior cat blog is minkpool.

But yeah this says more or less what I expected. Guy who claims to not be a proship uses every proship talking point and whines about antis anyway.

I’m going to be fully transparent and say that I am not inclined to read that entire thing because it is an incredibly long statement and the parts I did read weren’t anything I wasn’t expecting really.

He’s more or less just breaking it down to “just because I love sexualizing and masturbating to cartoon children and cats being raped to death doesn’t mean I’m sexualizing those in real life 🥺” which is just a bit hard to believe because, as I have said before, drawn pornography exists to satisfy fantasies that can’t or won’t be shown involving live actors but ultimately is made as a stand in.

Attracted to a fictional character? Well, the most accurate way to satisfy that is to find drawn or written fanmade porn because the cartoon character doesn’t exist and couldn’t film a porn shoot if they wanted to. Into something like vore or inflation? Well you can’t do those in real life, but that doesn’t mean people aren’t fantasizing about that happening in real life, it just isn’t possible, that’s what the drawings are there to emulate.

So when you’re drawing little kids in a sexual situation? What is the appeal going to be for most people?

It really isn’t much deeper than that.

#Agro-carnist #mainly posting for people who wanted to see his response #AND SO PEOPLE REALIZE YOU CAN PUT HYPERLINKS IN ASKS #and will hopefully not ask I do surgery on a link anymore amen

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silkendandelion · 10 months

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Mirage In The Desert - Chapter 1

A One Piece fanfiction, Table Of Contents

Sir Crocodile x OC (male)

Words: 70.4k

Genre: Drama, angst, smut, fluff

Summary: Keep your friends close and enemies closer. But how close do you keep a liability? In the time leading up to Operation Utopia, Crocodile employs an Alabastan local in Baroque Works.

Rated Explicit for sexual content (Chapters 1, 2, 6), moments of graphic violence and death, mentions of suicidal thoughts (8) and toxic relationship dynamics. Rating changes published per chapter.

Cross-posted to ao3, same username, here. Thank you for reading, and as always, please enjoy.

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“Sir, dinner is ready. Shall I prepare the dining hall?” Crocodile looked up from his paperwork to see the servant in his doorway. He blew smoke between them, already calculating how much work he had left, and the unusually calm air of the evening.

“…It’s quiet.”

“Yes, Sir, it is.” Crocodile raised an eyebrow, and the servant scrambled to catch up to the conversation.

“Pardon me—no one has seen Mr. Faustina since breakfast. Perhaps he has gone to Oasis?”

“Doubtful, King tide is tomorrow. Serve dinner in my study. Chill the wine.”

“Yes, Sir,” They said as Crocodile arranged his papers and went for his coat.

Raindinners might have been the face of nightlife in Rainbase, but on a quiet weekday night the secluded waterways behind the property felt akin to a private island. Winding paths of water gave enrichment to the Bananawani, and a few were just narrow enough they were relatively safe for swimming. Stone overhangs and imported trees kept it shaded from the relentless sun and automatic lights were triggered by sunset to illuminate crystalline mosaic floors.

It only barely reminded him of his home island, but the saltwater swims were the most comfort River had found since coming to the city almost a year prior.

Crocodile approached the shore to see him hoist himself out of the water with toned arms, waves stuck to his dripping skin as he let the water run off him in sheets. Droplets ran down the muscles of his abdomen, clinging to his jewelry and holding his swimsuit flush to his hips. The warlord wanted to mention how much his hair has grown in only nine months but feared to break the facade they built for when others could see them; a false image River shattered whenever he did things like removing his bottoms in broad daylight while any one of the staff could come outside and see Crocodile there too, incriminating, trying to look nonchalant like a pervert would.

“I scrubbed the Bananawani. Could really use a bath,” River said as he pulled fresh bottoms up his legs. He redressed while Crocodile lit a fresh cigar, failing to look nonchalant.

“Dinner first. You’ve been out here all day, and I doubt you’ve nibbled off the Bananawani’s plates.”

“It’s funny, Coco keeps trying to share with me. I’m not sure how long I can keep pretending to accept until I hurt his feelings.”

“Just don’t be in the water when he figures it out.”

River’s laugh alerted the servants to their return, and most took great care to not be noticed watching the pair as they walked together. There were already plenty of rumors about the handsome man from Alabasta’s territory island of Oasis who came to Raindinners nine months ago. They speculated his involvement in Crocodile’s business, how it related to Oasis’ position in the tumultuous political climate, but they all knew for sure the two were involved. Crocodile’s rules of touch were absolute, yet curious eyes could sometimes catch him pushing a curl behind the other man’s ear, rest a hand on his back, or nudge his chin for a kiss—what the servants assumed would be a kiss were the pair not so quick to catch wandering eyes.

But no one scolded them this time, and anyone who walked by could see the pair waiting for the elevator, arm in arm.

In Crocodile’s suite, his guest immediately spotted the papers in piles on his desk. “I’m not the only one who spent the entire day working.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt as he popped open the wine. “Your fascination with the Bananawani can hardly be called a job when I don’t pay you. And if I was your boss, we’d have to talk about the amount of time you spend sunbathing on the clock.”

“You are my boss.”

“You’re not on the clock.”

He cleared his throat when he saw River lean over his desk, mindful to keep his wet hair away from the documents that were sorted into categories but otherwise on display.

“What? Is it a secret? I saw Mr. 2’s name, I have some right to snoop when it involves my partner. Are we being deployed soon?”

“You’ll get your briefing when they do. We’re having dinner.”

River sauntered back to the table to see him trying to look unbothered, spinning a ring on his finger and wearing what he might have called a pout if his patience wasn’t already thin. Dinner was an important ritual for them, especially when they had neither seen nor heard from each other all day long. And Crocodile didn’t care to wait at all, let alone while he watched his insouciant lover meander around his apartment like he didn’t visit every day.

“...Crocodile.”

“Hm.”

River went passed his empty chair to get into the warlord’s space, placing a knee on the chair between his legs and reaching out to begin folding back the sleeves on his dress shirt. First his good hand, then his left, and Crocodile flinched when the cold metal of his hook brushed River’s thigh like he was the one spooked by it’s chill. When River finally began undoing the cravat at his neck, he spoke.

“What are you doing?” He said quietly, a fond rumble in his chest at the way his lover dressed him down. Were they a normal couple in a less complicated life, Crocodile could easily imagine those hands taking off his shoes after work, offering a variety of comfort after hours away.

His cigar rested in the ash tray while the Oasin leaned over him with intent, eyes lidded and the soft sweeps of his neck and chest close enough to see his heartbeat. Crocodile felt his pants tighten, it would only take one hand to pull River onto his lap and hold him still while he tasted the hollows of his collarbones, he knew from experience they tasted like almonds—

“Dinner is supposed to be a relaxing activity. You look a bit high strung.” A single, playful finger gave his belt a tug.

River’s ribbing was cold water on his lust, and he pinched his smirking cheek as he finally stepped away. He finished dressing down in his room, meanwhile his lover waited patiently for the click of him removing his hook, the muted sound of it placed on it’s cabinet.

Distracted by the wine, he didn’t hear him come back, making a startled hiccup when cool lips stole a kiss from the side of his neck, jeweled hand holding his jaw.

“Eat your food,” Crocodile said in his ear, a quiet thunder that commanded obedience and sent a shiver down River’s spine. His eyes followed the hand that released his neck, and he watched Crocodile lower himself into his seat, fatigued by an invisible burden.

He looks exhausted. River thought as he sipped, finally finding his fork and pushing down questions he knew would go unanswered.

They ate in a comfortable silence despite the way River inhaled all three courses before Crocodile even finished his palette cleanser between one and two. At the risk of their manners, he poured him another glass of wine.

“I saw Goillard’s poems in your bag. Have you finished it?”

River swallowed and nearly sloshed his cup in his burst of excitement. “I finished it this morning, I couldn’t put it down. Coco got frustrated because I read too long and his brushing came late.”

“He’s needy because you spoil him.”

They talked until the sun was long gone, lounging on the parlor sofa until they ran out of wine and wandered back to the study for dessert. Dessert became, “Let me take care of you tonight”, and Crocodile pulled away from cardamom-flavored kisses to remember he was supposed to have gone back to his papers after dinner.

“Am I that bad a kisser you remembered now? Maybe I should skip a few steps.” River went to slip off his lap and onto the floor between his knees when he felt him grab his arm.

“You’re distracting. Take off your clothes.”

“I don’t think that will make me less distracting.”

Crocodile allowed the shorter man to pull at his clothes but he only got him half dressed, distracted by his lover’s broad chest. A bold tongue lapped at his nipples, leaving Crocodile painfully hard in his slacks by the time he pulled his mischief maker away by a firm hand in the roots of his hair.

“Sensitive.” River licked his lips, a satisfied grin almost muting the huff of pleasure he made when Crocodile jostled the hand that restrained him. He thought about scolding him but couldn’t find the ire, pleasantly warm and treated to the sight of River as wound up as he was, tenting his robes and squirming to be set free.

“Don’t make me wait, Crocodile, I haven’t seen you all day,” River pleaded quietly, pressing their bare chests together where they were still half dressed and growing disheveled. The warlord obliged at a cost, releasing him only when their lips met. Crocodile’s slow, thorough tasting of his tongue kept him distracted, tame enough to carry, and he tossed him onto the unmade sheets from that morning.

“I’m sorry I never made it to the bath.” River moaned when he felt teeth and a tongue sucking a mark into his neck, crowded into the pillows by his larger lover.

In rumpled sheets and docile violet eyes, Crocodile found himself helpless to a heady cloud of bergamot, starfruit, and salt. He kissed him until their tastes melded, breathing deep and holding him in his lungs until his chest ached. His wide palm swept over damp skin in greedy pulls, pressing them together until lavender marks bloomed in pairs. Teeth followed his tongue down River’s neck and into the collarbones that distracted him, leaving soothing licks to reward the whimpers that followed his teeth marks, and the whispering of their clothes finally slipping to the floor.

River never complained about any of the love bites, hopelessly soft for the way Crocodile never marked him hard enough to last more than a day, just enough he could feel his blood rise to the surface and throb against his teeth with the heartbeat in his throat and in his dick. But he was as vocal in his pleasure as he was in everything else, making demands of the warlord in that impudent, saccharine voice and being so eager to please in return.

“I want you to suck me off. Please, Crocodile, won’t you?” He squirmed and Crocodile wondered if the Oasin would even last for it, nerves already tingling, dick leaking and smearing all over his belly from his restless wiggling.

“How could I refuse such a sweet request?” He inched his thumb into River’s panting mouth just to hear his mewl, circling his tongue and already planning to ask for the favor returned.

The heat over River’s body retreated first before it came back as a tongue sliding up the underside of his cock. He gasped to the ceiling, head pressing back into the nest of pillows while the tongue meandered across his skin. He reflexively grabbed at the pillow with one hand, the other combing Crocodile’s hair out of its style while his thighs shook around his ears. The perturbed crinkle in his brow attempts to deter River’s petting but he can’t manage to look terrifying with his mouth full, and his own cock is starting to ache at the sounds they make together.

Sweet whimpering, the wet slip of Crocodile’s rhythm, and his own moans that rumble in his chest, keeping River restless under such thorough attention to every inch of him. Crocodile enjoyed his over-stimulation far too much to hold him down, more than confident in his ability to handle one man’s wiggling while he pleasured him. Neither of them ever lasted long for oral anyway, always too occupied with the pretty picture the other made, of either the islander with a sun-kissed face that only ever ended up wet and messy between his thighs, or the warlord that was never satisfied until he had every drop his lover could give.

“You always feel so good, Crocodile. Please, I—I’m gonna cum—don’t—please, I’m—Ah!” River gasped and yelped to the ceiling, the arch in his back supported by Crocodile’s palm when he came down his throat, sure that he was holding his lover’s hair too tight but unable to let go. Crocodile merely hummed and let him come down slowly, cleaning him in the silence with his tongue.

The impossibly soft swipes of his palm over River’s belly and chest were calming, soothing, hardly indicative he was already planning his rebuttal. His lower back was beginning to complain, and his left shoulder certainly wished he would right himself, but his cock still hung heavy, a deep, throbbing red from watching him come apart, and he would sooner jump in the lake than let the beauty against his pillows leave without being thoroughly enjoyed.

“We can stop here if you want. You look tired,” He rumbled, hoarse and teasing as he pressed a nip of a kiss to his hip. It might kill him, his dick would certainly perish, but he would jump in the lake or worse if only his beauty wished it.

“I’m just catching my breath, I don’t want to stop,” River said and bodily beckoned him to come closer.

“Not until you fuck me—,” Crocodile swallowed his plea by pressing their mouths flush, licking remnants of cum between them and holding him close enough to feel the aborted sounds in his own chest.

“Lay down, I can do it,” River said, eyes flittering between Crocodile’s eyes and lips.

The whispering of Crocodile’s hand removing his rings is his answer, and that strong grip returns as a fingertips depressing the meat of his thigh, pricking barely before they’re warm again.

“I will give you everything you desire... But you’ve been awfully bossy tonight. I think I’ll just enjoy you at my own pace.” Nips and kisses to River’s shoulders turn his complaints into pleasured murmurs.

“No, no, I wanted to treat you.”

Crocodile just hummed, pleased as he continued his distracted kissing. “You need only to exist and it is a treat.”

River sighed, eyelids fluttering at the sweet words spoken against his cheek. “I suppose it can’t be helped. A man with your pride would surely ignore his own aches and keep his lover distracted with poetry. I, the dutiful lover, will relent and eventually find myself hoisted onto strong thighs, our position flipped when the proud man believes I have forgotten… and I will take everything he has to give.”

He gasped when Crocodile’s hand gripped his thigh hard enough to mark and pushed his knee back to his chest.

“You’re especially mouthy tonight.”

“And you’re stubborn as always.”

A simple look commanded he grab his other knee to spread himself in offering to dark eyes. A little logistics, a little inventory, and Crocodile managed to find the new bottle of lubricant as River dutifully held back his own legs, fingers flexing in anticipation.

“I’m shaking—maybe I should roll over.” River smiled awkwardly, chewing on his lip and staring at the man between his feet.

“Do as you please for now. But I want to see your face when I’m inside you.” Crocodile watched him roll onto his stomach, smoothing his palm up his spine, careful only to touch him with clean fingers.

“Breathe in… breathe out.”

The breach of his entire middle finger was a welcome surprise if the arch of River’s spine and pleased hiccup was any indication. Too pent up to go slow but still worried for his comfort, Crocodile busied himself with crooking the tip of his finger from every angle except the one he needed, massaging him and working him open in the most cruel way. In and out, he only allowed him the faintest tease of attention to his prostate, content to bully him with self-indulgent prodding.

Beneath him, River was losing himself, panting in only minutes from just a single thick finger, hands kneading the comforter and eyes unfocused as he tried to wet his lips.

“Please, Croc, it’s so—please, anything,” He mumbled.

“Anything?” Crocodile hummed deep in his chest, unable to stop himself from leaning down and kissing the sensitive spot on his oblique.

“More of this? Shh, shh, I’m sorry. Breathe in… breathe out.” He added his ring finger, simultaneously biting the oblique under his lips to drive his keen higher.

The extra stretch had them both forgetting the pace they originally set, and a few more minutes had River on his elbows, swinging his hips back to meet Crocodile’s knuckles on every stroke. He knelt enraptured as he watched him lose his usual composure, moans hiccuping from his kiss swollen lips with every impact, eyes glassy and focused only on chasing the sparks that zipped up his spine with every brush of his prostate.

Crocodile’s dick ached, throbbing all the way to his own hole to be inside the man who struggled not to howl into his own fist. He couldn’t help but begin sucking kisses into the flushed muscles of his back, arms tensing around him as he panted into his damp shoulder blade.

“Easy, River—” I’m going to cum too soon.

“—Mm, mm, I don’t want easy, I want you. You’ve gotten quite comfortable back there.”

The yelp River gave when he pulled out his fingers, maybe too fast, sorry baby, and flipped him onto his back satisfied the part of him that was still bothered by River’s lack of fear. From the first day he came to Rainbase, the Oasin never hid he was a sarcastic, indulgent layabout that couldn’t have a single serving of wine without sleeping wherever he fell. He obeyed orders barely when he obeyed at all, telling Mr. 0 off and hanging up the snail phone to the horror of onlookers. Even at Raindinners, River’s socialite hobby was supposed to annoy him, the gambling, drinking (after his tolerance adjusted), the way he convinced the bartenders to put everything on the house tab.

But the way he lights up when Crocodile comes through the front door, abandoning his chips and dashing over has him stuck. Onlookers have gossiped for months, they know to keep their distance while River goes to his side to welcome him home.

It’s the closest Crocodile has ever come to something that resembled domesticity. He can’t give it up, and it terrifies him how much leash one man has made for himself, inch by decadent inch.

A hand toying with his dick yanks him back to the present, and he sees River waiting not-so-patiently against the pillows.

“Lost you for a minute,” He said while taking back his mischievous fingers.

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“It’s not too late to let me ride you.”

Crocodile yanked him further down the bed until they were lined up finally. River managed to secure a single pillow, knees spread wide and staring up at the predator above him with a surrender to be eaten. They butted heads most days and argued most nights but River would do anything for him, and he knew he was cherished in return. He reached out to hold Crocodile by his larger, corded shoulders, hands skittering across his strong, firm chest, and they slipped together with a harmonious sigh.

Crocodile sat up to adjust the angle, removing those wandering hands to press him flat. “Stay still, you’re awfully—oh—tight.”

He grabbed the foot tickling his rib and squeezed. “I mean it.”

Uncharacteristically, River relented, kneading the duvet he could reach, eyes shut and trying to control his breathing. But as hard as he tried to be obedient, he couldn’t stop his insides from rippling, searching for friction from the dick keeping him open.

Crocodile could only bear it for what was probably seconds, pulling back his hips until only the ruddy tip was inside before pitching forward and startling a moan out of them both. Sitting up was easier on his back and he began a faster pace than they were used to, chasing his pleasure while River moaned his praise, bound to be spoiled by Crocodile’s relentless rhythm. The latter lifted his chin to close his eyes, already anticipating watching his noisy bottom would end him too soon.

A pinch to his nipple had him fixing River with an embarrassed scowl—and that was a mistake. He watched him lick his thumb, resuming his fixation on Crocodile’s right nipple while he struggled to keep up, glassy eyes letting tears fall into his hair, and kiss-bitten mouth hanging open while he mewled his pleasure.

“Are you trying to finish this early?” Crocodile exhaled hot, hips beginning to falter in their rhythm as he moaned through gritted teeth.

“I’m not, ha... I can’t hold on, I’m trying, shit, I’m trying.”

He watched River’s jaw stutter, and his almost-purple cock was so hard and wet he leaked over his hip and onto the sheets with every throb. His whimper rose into a frustrated yell when Crocodile went to the root and stayed still, pressing them together and resting on his elbows beside River’s shoulders. Iron-hot hips slowed to a simmer as he drove them higher at half the speed, barely leaving the slippery heat before pressing even deeper.

But the danger in Crocodile’s new plan of slow and steady was that now he was in range of that mouth.

He couldn’t think with the molten tongue on his neck, and a kiss only offered a silver of reprieve. But with his brain already threatening to melt from his ears from the scalding pressure around his cock, he needed all the mercy he could get in the relentless wash that River was to his senses.

“You—oh, fuck,” He panted against the younger man’s mouth. He couldn’t finish his thought, head too foggy and hot, wanting explicitly to say ‘You’re mine’ and unable to catch his breath. Somewhere under the heat, he wondered if the words left unsaid were a blessing, unable to be proven wrong by refusing to exist. Later, when he wasn’t already rung out by a man who hadn’t left his pillows once, he’d try again to think.

“So good, feels so good, my Crocodile,” River moaned so clearly he couldn’t pretend he didn’t hear him. He declared it with a possessive swirl of his hips, pressing his legs against the arms that held him wide, and as confident as every word that came from his mouth. The suddenness of Crocodile’s release slammed into him white-hot, leaving his world soundless and too-bright long enough he wondered if he had fallen unconscious.

He forced himself back to the world of the living, if only to confirm he hadn’t crushed River under his dead weight. Beside him, the man was almost asleep, spread akimbo like the bed was his own with a shiny splatter of cum on his own chest and neck. (Crocodile made a mental note to berate himself later with the embarrassment of how that situation could have gone, perhaps with River unsatisfied and smushed beneath an out-of-practice, unbelievably rude man).

River tore him from his self-depreciation with a hand on his face, moving his hair from his eyes like his own bangs weren’t sticking to his cheeks in damp curls. He held a hot towel (When did he prepare that?) and gently coaxed them both clean. Crocodile tried to look disapproving that River cleaned him first but was distracted watching him drag a clean corner up his flushed chest, passed the beauty mark on his sternum. He touched his chin finally, and the realization he made him come hard enough to get his own face had his dick give a single, exhausted throb.

He interrupted the housekeeping to offer his chest for River’s lounging pleasure, taking the rag and tossing it to somewhere with a wet slap. Damp curls pressed under his chin as they settled together, the scent of shampoo and salt tempting him to close his eyes.

He tried to remember if he’d left any lamps on, but knew his muscles wouldn’t move unless he smelled smoke.

“Crocodile.”

“Hm.” He’s sure he turned off the one in the study but the one in the hall was unaccountable—

“Are you sure you want me to stay?”

Crocodile’s eyes flicked open to the ceiling. “Who said you’re staying?”

“You did when you brought me in for a cuddle and looked like you were halfway to sleep just now.”

“There’s your answer. Go to sleep, River.” His warlord voice had no bite in the afterglow, warm and sounding more like an annoyed lover who was yanked from their almost-sleep.

No, he definitely turned off the lamp in the hall.

River’s nails drew soft shapes on his chest in the silence. “… I’m going to the bookstore tomorrow. Do you want me to bring you something?”

His answer was a quiet shift in the warlord’s breathing that meant he would receive no answer until morning.

#one piece #crocodile one piece #sir crocodile #sir crocodile smut #sir crocodile x oc #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #crocodile x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #silkendandelion #mirage in the desert #x reader #x oc

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Hey. It’s the tarot blog Admin. I wanted to wish you, Maddie and everyone a happy new year. I wish all of you rest, peace, softness, and clarity of mind.✨

I was curious to see if tarot is still a thing for Evan and I found your blog with the recent reading in the tags! I’m so happy for you and you are doing such a great job too! I’m so happy Maddie has a reading partner again! It’s heartwarming to see you all hang out here! Something good came out of the blog, at least!

I also wanted to say I am sorry for hurting people. Especially Maddie. She of all people did not deserve this. I think of the blog often. I think of all of you often. Fondly. Everyone is entitled to feel however they want about me. Sometimes I get to be the bad guy in someone’s story and that’s okay. I guess I wanted to offer closure to anyone who needs to close this chapter. I did not expect to cause pain to people, to be absolutely honest. Stupid of me.

I haven’t touched my tarot deck since deleting the blog. I deleted my personal social media, even. This whole “fake leaked nudes” story got me feeling very grossed out - and paranoid. Maddie, me, and even Frances worked too hard in our lifetimes to risk it all for a blog. Like, what Rosa tried to do was Netflix-documentary- type of crazy.

I’m not coming off anon, nor am I coming back to the fandom anytime soon… GFTWD was sending weird asks up until I clicked to delete the blog... I just wanted to say hi. To say I’m sorry. And to wish nothing but good things to you, Maddie, mirrorballgirl and shinycoffeepizza and every one else. Truly, all the best. 💕

You have no idea what it means to me to receive this message from you. I was so heartbroken since I saw your message on TWEAM and came immediately to see if you had send something to me and found nothing. I am sorry for anything. I am crying a river now and can’t stop.

I really wish things were different. I miss you and our conversations!

My Discord is the same as my username here, I wish we could talk, please! I’ll wait for your message! You know you can always trust me! ♥️

@mirrorballgirl05 @fairycosworld (shinycoffeepizza) 💐

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Navy's Port of Call

Your stop for all things fic and writing related.

Writer Info

⚓ My Masterlist

⚓ I write female reader insert fanfiction and do my best to make the reader as inclusive as possible. For that reason, I do not use "readers" in any of my moodboards or graphics.

⚓ I write primarily for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters, but am open to other fandoms.

⚓ Writing Updates: I currently do not have a posting schedule as I write in my limited free time and post when I can. Please, be patient and I will share updates as they are available.

⚓ Taglists: I no longer do taglists. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog and turn on notifications for new fics and updates. 💙

⚓ Requests: Formal requests are currently closed, but never be ashamed to send me your shameless hoe thots, gifs, videos, headcanons, etc. They may inspire something!

⚓ I love discussing my fics and thots, so feel free to ask or comment if you're curious. I value that feedback.

⚓ I happily accept gifs, photos, videos, moodboards, etc., anything that reminds you of one of my fics, AUs, or characters.

⚓ I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission.

⚓ Minors: DNI

I Will Write

⚓ Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark, AUs (feel free to ask), age difference (of age), poly/threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, cnc, yandere, D/s, somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, breath play, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, stepcest, and more. Feel free to ask if it isn't listed below.

I Will Not Write

⚓ RPF, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, watersports, underage scenarios, scat play, cheating between "main" couple, miscarriage.

Who I'll Write For

⚓ Sebastian Stan Characters: Bucky Barnes, Scott Huffman, Nick Fowler, Hal Carter, Chris Beck, Jefferson, Destroyer!Chris, Steve Kemp, Charles Blackwood, Lee Bodecker, Mickey Henry, Chase Collins, Lance Tucker

⚓ Chris Evans Characters: Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Frank Adler, Lloyd Hansen

⚓ Henry Cavill Characters: Clark Kent, August Walker, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson

⚓ Misc. Characters: Dean Winchester, Soldier Boy, Jax Teller, William Miller, Raymond Smith, Sierra Six, Morpheus, The Corinthian, Harwin Strong

Happy reading, lovelies! 💙 And thank you to @rookthorne for the divider and @sgt-seabass for the header. 💙

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If DCLA characters had Tumblr 🕺🏼

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Thanks for all the comments on my latest fic update! Chapter 140 should be up any day now <3

#continue to give me comments! #it makes me so happy! #except for that one person please stop giving comments i’m scared

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I am convinced I have found one of the girls in my school’s fanfiction account. I can’t confront her about it because she will never admit it, so I have left cryptic comments on her fics to leave hints that I know.

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So I’m obviously not her, but on my fics, someone has left a bunch of really weird comments and I am so afraid that it’s someone I know irl. I wouldn’t want anyone to know I write fanfiction, as I am paranoid it would lead to my mom finding out, and that could lead to her looking through my fics. And I swear she’d look through every single chapter of my 139 chapter long fic.

Though, it’s kinda funny that you do it to the girl from your school. Hope she gets busted haha.

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Oh yeah, I really get that! Let’s hope whoever it is leaving cryptic messages on your fic is someone nice, or just a troll.

I’m close to busting her… I’ll give an update >:)

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You ever see a girl and you’re just… yeah.

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Felt this.

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Not sure if this is about girls being pretty or not but I choose to believe the gay view

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Good. That was the intention 😉

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LOOOL not me thinking it was about someone starting to rap the second they saw a girl

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Tfw you don’t remember if that thing you recall happening in your childhood happened when you lived in the UK, France or Congo, or if it happened in your home country at some point

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OP, respectfully, how many countries have you lived in, and why?

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I have lost count.

Long story short, my dad thought moving to new countries would help him deal with his issues :-)

#he was SURPRISED when I said I needed to go to therapy

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Hi! I just wanted to say, I’m open for commissions! Check my pinned post for more information.

Everyone remember to keep cool and always be yourselves 🌈💖🫶

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Another day of being painfully in love with your female best friend while everyone thinks you’re in love with this annoying boy, because ”you seem so annoyed with him, thus you must care and have a crush on him”. Like shut up??

♻️ ✌�� arodarmivida follow

Oof yeah I hate everyone assuming you’re straight. Sadly I was in a comphet field for so long and had this mindset both about my friend and of others.

I also have a crush on my bestie. Everyone says she’s in love with a boy but she herself dismisses it. Hm. Do you think I should ask her if she likes girls?

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Uh!! Yeah!

Please update when/if you did!

Maybe I should confess to my friend too… hopefully it goes well.

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It’s been 3 days. How did it go? Did anyone confess?

♻️ 🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

So, here’s a funny story…

Turns out @arodarmivida and I know each other irl. I should have guessed by her username, that’s literally my bestie’s favorite song.

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Yeah guys plot twist we are the two best friends who secretly pined after each other and anyway we’re dating now 💜

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Happy 2 years to this wonderful post

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Am I the only one curious about the boy they thought one of them had a crush on?

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Not my ”mom” trying to shape me to be exactly like her and then becoming surprised when I have the same stubborness and willpower as her.

♻️ 🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi follow

Why do you have ”mom” in quotations?

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There are some things that are too complicated to explain, my dear lesbian on the internet.

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It’s so funny because I’ve had this blog for so long that I forget that not everyone knows that my real name is not Felicity.

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Lol, reminds me of people who wonders why I have this url.

What can I say, it was 2012 and I had a phase. Now I am too lazy to change it.

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My url’s backstory is so funny because it’s from one (1) conversation I had with a girl where she called me an ant and then it just got stuck like this

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That’s so funny because I called my best friend an ant once. I guess it’s a common thing to call people 😁

My url is self explanatory obviously 😚😏🤩

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Fell out of my bed again 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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I’m so glad I decided to stare at you sleeping tonight so I could see that action.

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Why did you stare at her sleeping?

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We live together.

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It still does not answer the question?

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Here’s a reminder for @rollerskatingonthemoon to take her adhd meds, bestie I know you have forgotten

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@ queenoftherink can you remind her if she does not see this

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I didn’t forget 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😆😆😆😆😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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She ran into the kitchen and said ”WHERE IS MY MEDICINE I FORGOT” and then sat on the counter kicking her feet in the air as she took it.

Needless to say she did forget. Thank you for reminding her.

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It’s so funny following y’all, because you sound exactly like people I know irl 😃

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#tell me if you want a part 2 #ALSO IT WAS SOMEONE WITH AN ACTUAL URL CALLED ’QUEENOFTHERINK’#thus the space #violetta #soy luna #disney bia #if dcla characters had tumblr

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vesperione · 2 months

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As of today, the 15th of February 2024, I have been running Vesperione for five years, and it is finally time for me to reintroduce myself to the fandom because I get told time and time again in a “big name” here still??! Anyway I am aware I'm perceived at face value so here we go:

VOTED BIGGEST WIGGLY FAN, BIGGEST HEY MELISSA! FAN, BIGGEST PAUL CATMEWS ADVOCATE AND MOST ACTIVE FAN IN THE 2024 STARCANWRECKEDPULP AWARDS: WELCOME TO TEAM VESPERIONE

Hi, hey, hello, and welcome to my resume. I'm Jay, I'm 18 and I have been in charge of Team Vesperione for half a decade. despite my blunt sometimes borderline bitchy attitude, I am GENUINELY very grateful for the people I’ve met within this fandom and the welcoming community. Like. I love most of you 🫶. I started this account when I was in Year Nine and I am now a university drop out (don't ask me on that). what the actual freak. I also started this account with the username of robertstanion which, luckily, I changed to vesperione (vuh-spare-ee-own) April 2021 before he outed himself as a sexual harasser which was a lucky escape on my behalf, and now I'm a multifandom menace!

Other fandoms I tend to post about most often are Cooking Companions/Dread Weight, Criminal Case (the 2012 facebook game actually), Miraculous Ladybug (it's 2024, cringe does not exist) and Julie And The Phantoms. Following me for Hatchetfield content also means following me for those fandom posts reblogged as well.

I am your worst nightmare when it comes to Hatchetfield Trivia. My (personal) Hatchetfield Timeline goes as such:

Jan 7th 2019: I watched TGWDLM for the first time , April 1st 2019: I watched the Starkid10 announcement, and watched as Black Friday got announced before my very eyes. October 11th 2019: I watched Nick Lang announce NPMD on the IT'S ALIVEstream, November 6th 2019: I watched the Black Friday digiticket (which really changed the perspective of my life, if I'm being honest) and from that point forward, I watched every Hatchetfield project debut in real time.

Because of the above timeline, I am a walking, talking Hatchetfield dictionary and there are some specific tags I use to navigate my way around starkid tumblr being:

consjderthecoconut:;- generic Hatchetfield posts

whatsshakjnbanana:- my Black Friday posts

aljteralmonster:- my NPMD posts

MEOW:- hey melissa tag. look at my pfp and guess my fave nmt story (it's abstinence camp actually)

kickstarter perks:- my workin boys tag

lcverlosses:- my lautski tag

track 14 on fift:- this was originally named the "angel emoji" tag but I changed it. This tag I use when I am Bluntly Correct People On Lore when it comes down to stupid takes for those who can't be bothered to do a Google. (for those curious, Track 14 on Faith In The Future (which is Louis Tomlinson’s second album) is Angels Fly)

Team Vesperione as a collective regards my entire social media presence including my instagram, tumblr, ao3 and tiktok. All socmeds are under the same name as this blog, aside from my cosplay tiktok, which is still a part of Team Vesperione, despite not having the same name. All of my vesperione accounts have (officially) been running for five years now, including my ao3 profile, which is exactly one day older than my insta and tumblr.

For whatever reason, if you want some fun little trivia facts about me, here you go:

As an ex digital media production student, for my final project, I made a Beginners Guide To Hatchetfield Podcast called Hatchetfield Action News so if anyone is Dan Reynolds, it's me. You can find that link here: https://linktr.ee/dothncx.

I’m the person who willed the “Paul is Richie’s uncle” headcanon into existence. The origin was This Aint For The Best chapter,, nine. So youre welcome!

The name Vesperione came from Vesperia + Viperion from Miraculous Ladybug. I chose this name when I became a multifandom blog

My favourite Hatchetfield musical is NPMD but my fave starkid musical overall is VHSCCS

My fave Hatchetfield character of all time is Wiggly. He makes me genuinely feral.

My overall ranking of the HF series goes NPMD, Workin Boys! (proud backer 2019 baby!), Abstinence Camp, TGWDLM, Hey Melissa!, Honey Queen, Yellow Jacket, Killer Track, Watcher World, Time Bastard, Forever And Always, Hatchetfield Ape Man, Black Friday, Jane's A Car, Witch In The Web, Daddy, Perky's Buds.

I have absolutely no intentions of leaving this blog any time soon you'd better prepare to be Sick of me and my angel emoji tag because i am going nowhere.

And if you need more info abt me, check my pinned xoxo

#feb 15 2024 #queued 15/01/2024 #happy 5 years vesperibaby!!!#happy vesperiversary to me!#starkid #hatchetfield #consjderthecoconut #i am the elite force #hatchetfield blows up and i blow up w it #i did not sit there weeping at 4 AM to Next Time to not be committed #i also dont have Virginity Rocks and Janes A Car as my 2nd and 3rd most listened to songs EVER to not remain put #intro post #(reintro post technically)#anyway happy im here #if this is how u find out robert manion sexually harassed a fellow starkid team member Im Not Sorry #if anyone should be continuing to tell people it is ME

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cacodaemonia · 2 months

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The "the ideas fighting for their attention in their head" meme you just reblogged is stolen. Orginal is by bamsara on tumblr (if you google "bamsara same shit" you will find it pretty easily (I would link it here but idk if tumble allows links in asks?)

Hi! Thanks for letting me know. I'm pretty sure you can include links in asks? Not sure though.

Anyway, I did find the original image by @bamsara that you mentioned. But because the post I reblogged yesterday has text in it, I got curious. There's a signature on the image, and when I reverse image searched it, this tweet by a person with that username was the first result that came up. Perhaps that's just the modified version with the most impressions or something, so that's why it showed up first, but I did find a couple more examples here and here.

All of which leads me to some genuine questions (and if bamsara sees this and wants to weigh in, I'd love to know their opinion):

Can memes even be stolen?

Was this intended to be memable at all?

If not, and it still became a meme, what then?

Since the days of the All your base are belong to us and the Pancake Bunny, I've been under the impression that memes are just a part of the internet ecosystem. Since they're often modified in a million different ways, it seems odd to me that all of those variations would have to be credited to the original.

Anyone who follows me knows that I take art theft very seriously, but is changing a meme and reposting it art theft? Maybe it is if you're the first person to alter the image and spread it around without attribution? But that might come back to the intent of the person who created the original image—as in, was it meant to be memable or not? I don't know know the answers to any of these questions.

I also often wonder about this kind of thing with custom emoji. I've made many and I don't care of they get used by others without credit, but I know some people are more protective of the emoji they create, so it seems like a real grey area...

Hah, sorry this got so long. It's just a topic that I actually do think about quite a lot and have never seen addressed. 😂

#asks #memes #emoji #art theft #?#internet culture #internet etiquette #meme etiquette

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willel · 1 year

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Seeing your post about Joyce making Will's clothes and Willel makes me so sad because I just know half of s5 is gonna be about the ships and love triangles and it's so frustrating because I know the stuff we do get will just get buried under ship wars and complaining. I don't care what happens (honestly I'd rather neither Mileven or Byler be endgame at this point) cause no matter what, the "losing" side will use every possible chance to kill a vibe and the "winning" side will just be insufferably smug, it's like a lose lose situation for me lol

Love triangles never work in shows like this. If stranger things was a teen drama, I'm all for shipping and ship wars but for a show so heavy on the plot, having constant romantic drama makes no sense and takes away time we could spend with the actual supernatural aspect idk :/ There's just soooo much more I want explored than Will and El having deep introspective conversations with only Mike again for the 5th season straight

-sigh- Same anon. Same.

I don't think anyone understands how much I am DREADING all the romantic drama next season. I really might just die next season if all my family feels are buried under characters bickering about their romantic feelings. I'm just tired.

I feel like there's so much more to see and understand about these characters but it always get boiled down to who loves who romantically. WHY

Maybe I wouldn't be so tired and bothered if the fandom weren't filled with people fighting about ships day in and day out. Not only that, they sometimes attack the familial bonds because they see them as threats. It's so goddamn annoying and almost impossible to avoid at this point. It's EVERYWHERE

There was another thing I wanted to add to that post but I forgot.

There are some people under the impression that people who care about WillEl (such as myself) only care because of ships (as if that makes sense). That we push Will and El together as siblings to either get in the way of a ship or to support a ship. That caring about WillEl is a recent development. That people only pretend to care because they've become step siblings. That because they don't have as much screen time as the romantic drama, their relationship is worthless an non-existent. That people try to push Will onto El because they think Will should be the main character or some crap.

NO.

WillEl has been around since the beginning. Sure, I didn't hop into ST until 2017 but even when I got here, I remember there was at least one prominent person in this fandom pointing out some of the WillEl things I had been thinking about since I binged season 1 and season 2 (then I started posting my own things under this username and voila)

People don't push Will and El together because they're siblings now. People don't care about them because of ships.

Will and El have a CONNECTION. They've had it from the getgo. Even the actors noticed and understand it. It's always been there!

El RECOGNIZED WILL IN A PICTURE!!! To our knowledge, she has never met or seen Will in her entire life but as soon as she laid her eyes on him she was stricken with recognition. WHY, AREN'T THEY CURIOUS ABOUT THAT???

Don't they ask themselves how Will and El were able to speak to each other in the Upside Down when El has only been able to do that with her mom and possessed Billy???

How about the weird parallels of when El is in the picture, Will is not and when Will is in the picture, El is not??? Or a lot of their scenes being mirrored especially from season 2 onward???

Haven't they questioned what El "saw" about Will when she saved everyone at the Byers house before Joyce or anyone told her a goddamn thing about what was happening???

Can they not feel the connection these two have whenever the topic of the Upside Down enters the conversation??? Have they not seen the constant quiet glances between the two of them whenever something fishy is going on???

Like, of course there could be MORE and I've always wanted more, but these burning questions have been swimming around our part of the fanbase for years and years while they were on the other side only caring about their ships.

And hey, if that's all they care about in a series like this, you do you. Maybe the plot and the supernatural connections just don't interest you and hey, that happens! We've all seen the Star Wars shipping wars after all even though it's supposed to be a sci-fi space adventure.

But I need answers! I love theories!!! And most of all, I LOVE FAMILY FEELS.

If being a shipper in a fandom is your thing, then please do! ... But why oh why do they turn around and try and degrade all these adorable heartfelt platonic and supernatural relationships? I just don't understand it.

Most of all, why the heck the Duffers write it in in the first place. Man. Love triangles are the bane of tv shows (That I don't even watch just know about second hand)

The only love triangles I approve of is Hopper-Joyce-Bob and Lucas-Max-Dustin. Those were tame. To be honest, I'm surprised the fandom isn't shitting itself fighting over Lucas-Max-Dustin, how did the Duffers pull that off? They need to do that again.

#stranger things #this is my journal now apparently #r slash off my chest time

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