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storiesofsvu2-0 · 1 year

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Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, teasing, masturbation, guided masturbation, sex toys, minor degradation, very brief choking. a/n: Covers a bingo square! and a req from @rustyzebra I’m gonna be posting from this blog either permanently or until the other one gets un-shadow banned. I don’t know why or how or how long that will take, my guess is that it’s got something to do with the community labels? That being said, this is under said label, so that this blog doesn’t get shadow banned. So make sure you have your settings set appropriate to see what you want and so you don’t miss any future stories. (Eta: apparently theres no winning. I post with a label, it wont show in the tags. I post without & risk getting shadowbanned. Hellsite.) Also if you see this and you’re writing for bingo, pls tag this account as the other one basically has no access anymore (hopefully temporarily).

Nobody was having a good time on this case and that was evident, everyone hyper focussed to make sure you could get the hell out of there and back home as fast as possible. The team had been back in DC less five hours when Hotch called to reroute everyone back to the jet, you’d only had time to toss laundry in and get ready for date night before it was time to grab you go bag. You changed on the jet, cursing yourself when you realized you’d forgotten to toss in what you called your work bra, at least your shirts were thick.

The grumpy moods continued as you deplaned in a small town in Texas, quickly jumping into the field to trace down a team of unsubs. You were in the field with Emily when you managed to apprehend the unsubs and when one of them jumped into lake with the hopes of getting away on the boat moored ten feet up you were the one that was a second faster. Your swimmer instincts taking over as you dove into the lake and caught up to them before they even realized you were in the water. Emily muttered something about owing you coffee for the next month and you made your way back to the local precinct, one unsub in tow. You’d left your vest on in an attempt to not get the chills on the way back, thankful that Emily had tuned on the heat in the SUV. Passing off the unsub to be processed the two of you crossed the building back to the meeting room you’d been using, joining JJ and Morgan.

“Woah, someone take a break for a swim?” Derek greeted with a tease and you shot him a glare, Emily answering for you.

“We’re lucky she did, unsubs in custody.”

“Our guy’s in the wind.” JJ replied with a sigh and the entire room felt the frustration sink in.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You grumbled, half of your brain regretting diving into the lake, wondering if it had really been that worth it.

With a huff you ripped at the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off over your head to toss onto a spare chair. You could feel your clothes clinging to you, soaked with lake water, at the very least you were thankful you hadn’t been wearing jeans and that your make up was waterproof.

“So what’re we looking at?” You asked, crossing you arms over your chest and the conversation rerouted back to the case at hand. Everyone was more than eager to at least get back to the hotel for some rest and a solid lead would help that.

It was almost a full half hour later that Alex returned to the room from talking to a witness, Reid half a foot behind her. You had your back to the door as you updated the white board when Alex’s voice caught your attention and you capped the marker, turning around to them and Reid’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh my god, y/n!” He was whipping off his FBI jacket instantly, moving to get it wrapped around you and at first you thought it was just because you were still drenched, but the smirk on Emily’s lips told you otherwise.

“What? I—” Glancing down you realized your misstep. Laundry day plus date night meant you were still in date night lingerie. Lingerie that was deep red, lacy, a hint of mesh that left very little to the imagination and thanks to your little dip earlier, completely visible to everyone in the room through your shirt. “Could’ve said something.” You scowled to the three who’d been there when you took off the vest, hands clutching at the jacket seams in an attempt to keep it closed.

“Didn’t wanna get in trouble for looking.” Derek muttered, his gaze on the file in front of him.

“Pretty sure I was with you when you bought that one.” Emily smirked in return and you rolled your eyes, glancing back to Alex.

Her head tilted, eyes flicking down you body, watching the way your shirt clung to your skin before she cocked a brow at you, her jaw hardening and you couldn’t help but gulp. While she always was a wonder with words, you were at the point in your relationship that you could communicate without them and she was making her point very clear right now. Alex could feel the arousal building deep within her already, annoyed that the case had taken away the opportunity to see you in whatever set matched the now very visible bra. Though, she wasn’t complaining about how erotic this was, on display for everyone to see. She felt the possessiveness surge through her, her eyes narrowing in your direction until you properly fixed the jacket so you were covered, you knew better, something like that was only for her to see.

You felt the heat creeping up the back of your neck, knowing exactly what Alex was thinking, that you were hers and only hers, even if the team didn’t know it. Daring to look her in the eye you felt your pulse quicken, knowing that she was thinking of all the dirty things she’d seen you do, all the dirty things she’d made you do and just how she was going to remind you who you belonged to later. You were aware that the conversation had picked back up in the conference room but there was no way you were hearing any of it, lost to the sinful imagination of one Alex Blake. Suddenly, Emily swatted at you with a folder and you were pulled out of your dirty thoughts, glancing toward her.

“What?”

“I said go back to the hotel. You jumped in a lake, you caught an unsub, I think you deserve a shower and a change of clothes, we won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah… thanks.” You nodded at her before crossing through the room and Alex’s eyes didn’t leave your body once, her lips pursed tight.

By the time you were warmed up, out of the shower and wrapped in a surprisingly fluffy robe, Alex was already back in the hotel room waiting for you. She stood from the bed when the bathroom door opened, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered through the room toward you. Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your eyes up to her.

“You pulled quite the little stunt today sweetheart. Wearing that kind of lingerie to work?”

“I didn’t have time to change.” You countered.

“You changed on the jet.”

“I forgot to pack another bra.”

“Sounds like someone’s making excuses.” She tutted, pinching at your chin, “were you feeling like a naughty slut today? Did you want the entire team to see what you were wearing under your shirt, because I’m starting to think that you did. Be a little show off, let them know how much of a bad girl you are?”

“No ma’am.” You murmured, “it was an accident.”

“Hmm.” She surveyed you for a moment, “I’m not sure I believe you. I do know how much you like to make it all about you, how much you love putting on a good show when you bounce on my cock. So how about you take off that robe, get on the bed and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your hands swiftly undid the belt of the robe, letting it fall open and Alex’s eyes dragged down your naked body, darkening as they went, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When you dropped the robe to the floor her finger and thumb pinched at your chin, rewarding you with a kiss, her lips moving gracefully against your own before she nudged you toward the bed.

You dropped onto it, shuffling upwards until you were comfortable among the pillows, looking down to Alex who simply arched a brow in return as she slipped out of her blazer. Trying not to gulp, you spread your legs for her, opening yourself up to her burning gaze.

“How long were you in that room with your vest off? Hmm?”

“Not sure…” you could feel your breath picking up already with just her eyes on you, wondering exactly what she had planned. She frowned in your direction, hands moving down the center of her shirt as she undid the buttons, “maybe… half hour?”

“Well, then you’ve got half an hour to kill.” She shrugged, adding the folded shirt to the pile on the other bed, “better get yourself warmed up since you were in the mood to show off.”

It was only after a small nod from her, confirming that she was okay with you touching that your hand slid down your body slowly. You kept your eyes trained on Alex as she pulled a chair to the foot of the bed, pausing to strip out of her pants before she took a seat in it, her gaze landing between your legs.

“Timer doesn’t start until you do sweetheart.” She smirked and you let out a breath, your head falling back into the pillows.

Half an hour was going to be torture and you knew it, then again, that was the point wasn’t it? Your hand snuck between your legs, making sure they were nice and wide for Alex to see what you were doing. Your fingers brushed against your clit, slowly beginning to rub at it in small circles.

“That’s my good girl.” Alex cooed from the end of the bed, soft grin on her cheeks as her eyes darkened.

You took a deep breath, knowing that your time had just started, your fingers slipped down to your cunt, gathering some of your wetness and bringing it back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it slowly. Your breath hitched, your hips gently rocking toward the touch and you heard Alex chuckle. You continued on like that, wanting to drag it out as long as possible to kill the time until you uncontrollably moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“I can see you glistening from here.” Alex mused, “why don’t you see how wet you really are? My dirty girl…”

“Please?” You whined, your eyes cracking open to look down at her with a pout on your lips and she laughed.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s only been four minutes.”

“But—”

“Ah!” She scolded, “did you want me to restart the timer?”

“No ma’am.” You pouted, your hands returning to your body.

One groped at your chest, pinching your nipple between your finger and thumb, repeating the action on both sides until both were hard peaks. Your other hand slunk between your legs again, heel of your hand brushing on your clit and you whined before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Oh god…” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my girl.” She praised with a happy hum.

Your fingers began thrusting into your cunt, pulling out more wetness with each pump of your hand, slow and steady, ready to wait out the clock Alex had set. Your breathing picked up, little whines and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt the heat begin to build deep within your body. You shivered when the tips of your fingers briefly brushed across the sensitive spot of your walls, a moan leaving you and Alex hummed again.

“Why don’t you try that move again? I know how good it must feel.”

Knowing better than to defy Alex’s requests at this point your fingers sunk back in, curling right where you knew it would feel incredible and you let out a moan.

“Fuck…”

“There you go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You moaned, unable to control yourself as your fingers curled again, brushing against the spot and you pressed harder, your breath catching in your throat. Your hips rocked up off the bed and you could feel yourself getting wetter, juices starting to dribble out of you as you picked up the pace.

“You may come darling.” Alex purred, “but if you do that doesn’t mean you’re done, you still have seventeen minutes.”

“S..so good..” You moaned, fingers thrusting deeper into you with each flick of your wrist, you were so incredibly close, your pussy fluttering around your fingers. It was never going to be enough, you knew that, but at least for the time being you could sit on the edge of the peak, hoping that there was a chance you’d be able to fall over it. Your noises were getting louder, including the wet sounds coming from your pussy, juices coating your fingers and slipping down to your wrist. Your free hand moved back to your chest, pinching at your nipples again in hopes that it would help you see stars. At this point you were scarcely aware of the sound of movement from the foot of the bed until Alex let out a breathy moan and your eyes shot open.

She had her legs spread in the chair, her hand in her underwear as it moved lazily underneath the fabric, when your breath caught in your throat her eyes cracked open, a grin on her cheeks as she noticed you watching, your own hand stilled.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” She smirked, “and look at what you’re doing to me already?” She sighed, her eyes closing briefly and you could hear her wetness as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Keep going sweetheart.” She nodded at you, “how about you spread that pussy nice and open for me, let me see how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes ma’am.” Your fingers slid out, your palm rubbing at your cunt briefly as you ground down on it, letting out a small moan before it slid up, fingers framing your pussy lips and pulling them apart. Alex let out a hum of approval, her mouth watering at the way it was absolutely shimmering in the low light of the hotel room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She groaned, “I’ll admit though, it does look prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes!” You cried back in response and she chuckled.

“Shame. Your fingers will have to do. Twelve minutes left.”

You let out a whine but slipped your fingers back into your pulsing cunt, eyes scrunching shut as you began to fuck yourself again.

Alex sighed softly, the tips of her fingers grazing her g-spot right as you let out a moan and she pulled her fingers out, returning to lazily rubbing her clit while she watched the way your body trembled every so often. You were absolutely soaking, practically every thrust of your hand pulled a whimper from your mouth and if she wasn’t so heart set on punishing you she would’ve wanted to devour you in that moment. You always looked so fucking hot for her, but especially when you were fucking yourself, imagining that it was her fingers thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy. Her teeth sunk into her lip when her fingers pressed harder onto her clit and with a soft moan her fingers slipped back into her pussy.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked, her voice low and husky, words split by breathy sighs.

“Need more.” You whined in response and she chuckled darkly, the laugh morphing into a moan as her fingers curled inside her cunt.

“Just keep going.” She urged, feeling the heat building within her, she resisted the urge to let her eyes close, staying focussed on the movement between your legs instead, groaning at the sounds coming from you as you fucked yourself faster. The heel of her hand began to grind against her clit with each thrust of her fingers and she arched forward, her thighs tensing as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her.

The sound was almost enough to get you where you wanted… almost. Instead you were left letting out a frustrated whine, pulling your fingers from you with an annoyed huff.

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Alex asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“Need more.” You grumbled and she glanced to the clock.

“Nine minutes left darling, then I’ll touch you.”

“What about a toy?” You pouted.

“I didn’t happen to bring one of those.” She shrugged, watching you carefully and she caught the way your eyes looked toward your go bag, lingering on it for a moment as you tugged your lip into your mouth. Her head tilted in curiosity and it was when she stood that your eyes darted back to her.

The blush crept up your cheeks as you watched her silently move through the room to the bag. She swiftly unzipped it, her hands sifting through its contents until she found what she was looking for, revealing the double sided dildo and she looked toward you with a brow raised.

“Really? You have the time to pack this, but not an appropriate bra?” Her voice hardened slightly, in a tone that you knew was practically a tease and you resisted covering your face with your hands. “I almost think I shouldn’t let you use it.”

“No! Please!” You cried out, tears of frustration pooling into your eyes, “I need it. Or you.” You pouted, and Alex’s face softened.

“Oh you sweet thing.” Grinning she approached the foot of the bed, “you’ve become so spoiled you can’t make yourself come anymore, is that it?” You nodded, your cheeks feeling hotter than any part of your body as you admitted it. You started to shift to close your legs, suddenly feeling very exposed but Alex’s free hand closed around your ankle.

“Ah.” She tutted, “absolutely none of that. You don’t get to act like an exhibitionist all day just to play shy now.” She dropped the toy on the bed beside your hand, “eight minutes left. You best make the most of it.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, your hand darting out for the toy, picking it up. You watched for a moment as Alex’s eyes darted from it to your lips and you smiled coyly at her.

Instead of instantly bringing it to your fluttering pussy, you brought the larger end of the toy to your lips, easily wrapping around it, moaning as you sunk it into your mouth. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around it’s girth until drool was practically leaking out of your lips and Alex’s breath was catching in her throat at the sight. Pulling it from your mouth with a pop you let out a gasp of breath, quickly moving the toy to your cunt.

“Seven…” Alex stated, her hands closed around your calves, spreading them as wide as she could on the bed, kneeling between them as she watched the way you slid the dildo into you with a satisfied moan.

You were finally stretched out, finally feeling Alex’s fingers on your skin and you almost felt like you could burst.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling your cunt pulse around the toy as you fucked it deeper into you, aching to hit your peak. Your head dropped back into the pillows as your eyes scrunched shut, your thighs slowly starting to shake with each push of the toy.

“So pretty when you fuck yourself darling. I should make you do this more often.” Alex cooed, her hands suddenly left your body but you were too far gone to care, not realizing she was ridding herself of her bra, beginning to cup at her chest. “be louder for me, how does that feel?”

“So good… fuck!” You panted, fire burning just under your skin, “but need more…”

“Dirty girl…” she chuckled, “what ever shall we do with you?” You felt her weight shift from the bed and your eyes cracked open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips once more as your hand nearly stilled between your legs, stalling your orgasm once more.

“Just wanna come…”

“I know sweet girl.” She squeezed at your leg before her hands slipped into the waist band of her panties and she pulled them down your leg, “but that toy has double uses… you’re going to come while riding my cock, understand?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, earning a laugh from Alex as she crawled over you.

You let out a very satisfied moan as she leant over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue surging into your mouth to silence your noises. Her skin was hot on yours, rubbing against your aching nipples, her hands ghosting up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their paths. Her teeth sunk into your lip and you whimpered, your hips rocking up toward her, the toy brushed her pussy and she broke the kiss with a breathy gasp.

“Oh that does feel good.” She husked, smirking down at you before her lips attacked your neck, kissing at the supple skin before her teeth bit down hard and you gasped. “Need to leave a mark sweetheart. A nice big one if I have my way.” Her tongue swiped over your skin, “make sure the entire team knows that you really are a little dirty girl, that it’s not all for show. Because you’re not a tease, now are you?”

“N..no.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around the toy when her teeth sunk into your skin, her mouth sucking the crook of your neck and you could feel yourself building back toward your peak.

As if Alex could sense it, she bit your neck again, tongue darting out to soothe the burn when you hissed in pain, kissing the spot softly before her and snuck between your bodies to line the toy up with her cunt. She let out a low moan as she sunk down onto it, and you mewled when the base between the two sides bumped at your clit once she was fully seated. She firmly wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you tight to her and rolled over, pulling you on top of her. Alex kissed you, tongue swiping into your mouth once more before she pulled back, pushing at your shoulders with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Well, go ahead. Make yourself come all over my cock like the good dirty girl you are.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You braced your hands on her waist, raising your hips up to begin to bounce on her cock, breathless moans leaving your lips with each time your hips met hers, the toy pressing against your clit with each thrust. Alex’s hands slid up your thighs, her touch sending sparks flying through your body, she groped at your ass, squeezing you, urging you to ride her harder, faster, making the toy move within her more, the base rubbing her clit just as she wanted.

“Feels good,” she panted, “doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“S- soo good.” You whined back, “m’ so close…” With each pump of your hips her cock grazed right over the sensitive spot in your pussy, your walls pulsing around it, juices slicking it with wet. The coil in the pit of your stomach returned fire prickling under your skin and heat soared through you. “Oh god… oh god…”

“That’s it… come for me sweet girl.” Alex cooed, one of her hands slid up your body, fingers delicately wrapping around your neck, thumb nail pressing into the mark she’d left earlier and you gasped.

Your hips began to move more erratically as you chased your release, feeling yourself right on the brink. You were about to open your lips to beg, but Alex could always read you like a book, her free hand moving between your legs where she began to rub circles on your throbbing clit. Electricity shot through you and you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut as white took over your vision, your body trembled, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you finally hit your high. Your hands dug into Alex’s sides, nails scratching at her skin while you shuddered, your hips stilling when she finally let up on your clit.

“Good girl.” She purred, letting go of your throat, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, guiding you to gently drop over her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Always so gorgeous.” She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers tracing patterns on your back while you slowly came back to earth to catch your breath. “You feel better now sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured, lips brushing against her skin and she gently hoisted you off her, tossing the toy to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

“You think you’ve learnt your lesson? No more showing off what’s mine to everyone else, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded and Alex smiled.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the already purpling mark in the crook of your neck, it was high enough she knew you wouldn’t be able to cover it tomorrow. Even if you got slightly embarrassed, there would be no mistaking by anyone on the team, you were very much spoken for.

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#criminal minds #alex blake #alex blake x reader #alex blake smut #k2023bdaybingo

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macfrog · 1 month

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i’m lowkey shadowed banned so I’ve had to send all my asks anonymously but I just want to thank you so much for scom. I lost my baby last year and this story has so fucking healing being able to live vicariously thru your words. all of the emotions she’s going thru I felt but it’s just something special to know this story ends w a baby. so thank u for everything. for the baby shower ask 🍅 my word is thank you

ps my blog is ichaborgsm if u and the aunties ever wanna be my friend! 🥹

hi, angel! i'm sure i speak for all the aunties when i say we would love to be your friend. you are already part of the fam and we love you 🤍 also - i looked but couldn't find your blog! are you @/ichaborgasm? x

here's a lil line from pt iv!

“For getting me here, for holding my hand…Thank you.”

just a few things i'd like to add, too -

firstly, i am so, so sorry for your loss. i can't imagine the pain you've gone through, and i admire you so very much for your strength and courage. i hope you're doing okay and are surrounded by love and support. i'm sending you the biggest hug through my computer.

i feel so overwhelmed at this message (in the best way). stories hold such power, and i'm so happy that you're able to find comfort and safety in fic. i'm honored beyond words that one of mine has played a part in your healing process.

honestly, i want to say thank you - for reading, but also for letting these characters into your heart. it truly means the absolute world to me. i hope you're able to continue finding such beautiful meaning in the stories you come across.

i hope you enjoy the last part. i'm sending you all my love. please, please swing by anytime. we're all best of friends and aunties in this corner of the internet 🤍

#duckie's baby shower #🍅#anon

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cor-lapis-candy · 2 years

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Being the favourite patient of Dottore

A repost from my old blog that was shadow banned.

Okay, but what if we feed the idea of Dottore mayyybe having a favourite patient, and mayyybe be falls on the yandere side of things with them, like there are no records of you bar the initial entry documents, a few minor experiment logs and a sighting or two by lab assistants, just enough to let everyone know your not dead or dying yet not enough for anyone else to try an have you for one of their tests, before having you be swept away to whatever test or lab he had sequestered you in.

Being kept under sedation most days and only waking to see one of the segments bringing you food and feeding the idea that your post-op and in recovery, there is nothing to worry about and that your doctor will be in to check on you in a few, upping whatever is being dripped into you and waiting till you drop back into sleep before wandering off to continue working.

Maybe his hands shake for the first time in years when he comes to see you, drinking in how you look in the bare minimum patients of his get the thin cloth gown giving him such giddy enjoyment at the sight of you so bare yet still covered.

Fighting off the want to mark up your skin, to burry his teeth in the meat of your thigh as he pushes your legs open, gloves thrown away for the moment as he knew no one would be coming through those doors, no one but perhaps one of his segments and they can't truly judge him.

No matter how many times he wet his lips they still felt dry, as if the sight of you, chest rising and falling so softly was enough to make him need to lick his lips but maybe he wouldn't need to, maybe he could, he could just kiss you, feel your lips against his own and use your spit to wet his lips.

While your lips are slightly chapped, they felt like heaven to him, a perfect mix that would drive him wild, so he would devour every touch of your lips that he could, hands firm as they roamed down your hips dragging against every line and bump, every mark that smattered your skin as he finally drags his fingers to the apex of your thighs, hoping that you would still be able to respond, to enjoy this even in the sleepy haze of drugs.

There was never a moment he had felt missplaced fear like this, not when your eyes had flickered and slipped open and looked at him, slurring words and whining as your mind took stock of the feeling of his fingers working you open, the rough material of his slacks against the back of your thighs, the lack of warm breath fanning across your face as he leaned over you, his face a mess of blurring muted colors and bright blue streaked movement.

"Shhh, Shhh, It's just a check up your surgery was a success, Now we only need to make sure everything is okay, back to sleep- that's it... It's okay, it's all okay, just let your doctor check you over, You'll let me do that won't you? Make sure nothing goes wrong, and that your kept perfect-nothing if not perfect for me..."

The mumbling and whines die off as he fiddles with the drip and increases the sedative, the moment your limp and back in that soft state is all he needs before moving to press further into you, eager to have you more fully than ever before, and the short moment you had been awake, had said his title as you woke was all he needed to finally go through with the final claim on you, to pull back and shuffle his slacks down just enough to free his cock, to sigh with the satisfaction of just how much of you was going to be his.

Lets think about this, cause I am.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #il dottore smut #fatui habinger sumt #corposting

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bcofl0ve · 9 days

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Hi! 😊 I'm the person doing your surprise for the HBO War Summer Exchange. I know your fic blog is shadowbanned so I didn't know where to send this ask, but first of all, I hope your day is going well! 💕 Second, here's a question for the young vets AU: is there anything that John and Gale hide from each other and think the other doesn’t know, while in reality, the other knows perfectly well? Could be negative or positive.

hi friend! im out of shadow ban jail now but will answer this on here to make sure you see it (and reblog on the fic blog just in case) putting below the cut since i do not try not to post fic stuff on here

gonna give you some negatives and some positives so you can play with what you want to :*

in positive land, i think gale is good at keeping surprises and bucky is horrible at it lmfao he can't keep a secret to save his life. less patience than gale, so it bleeds over to that type of thing too. but they're both military guys who are analytical thinkers and can guess pretty good.

if you want to go real angsty re: my stuff w/ bucky's drinking problems i think he doesn't want gale to worry, so he doesn't want him to know. does the whole putting alcohol in diff bottles thing, which gale does eventually figure out bc there's kinda only so long you can get away with that.

re: an angstier option for gale i think he's a lot more internal about his mental health struggles. but bucky knows him like the back of his hand and he doesn't mask it nearly as well as he thinks he does.

on a more positive note- the whole kids thing before they actually talk about it seriously. they know at a bare minimum that neither of them are anti children. but say theyre hangin out with a friend that has kids, bucky is on the floor w/ a little toddler and catches the way gale is looking at him and just *knows* what he's thinking. even if he real quick looks away when he realizes he's been caught. same thing vs versa.

i hope this was helpful, feel free to follow up! (and you can follow up on my fic blog now since im out of shadow ban jail)

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the9mm · 3 months

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The Ever-Increasing Hostility of Social Media to Artists

Originally posted on my blog!

Have you noticed? There’s a chill in the air. With rising systems in place like “AI art” and image generation that seems to be creating a hostile environment for artists on the internet, as well as social media platforms that prioritize and reward creating “content” to game algorithms and have your posts be seen by the very people who have already chosen to follow you, there’s also a rising sense of hostility in general towards artists.

What do I mean? There is seldom a week that passes where I am doing my best to work with what’s available to me, and I am treated poorly by other users, or even moderators/administrators of social media circles. How many times have you posted something and heard the following?

“Pay for your ad!”

“#ad”

“This is just an ad.”

“Self-promotion is not allowed here.”

“Advertising is not allowed here.”

“You can’t mention that you made this/you sell it/it’s available to buy. You can’t include links back to any of your social media accounts or your website. You should not even have your username in your watermark.”

No credit, only content!!

Original comic by @cupcakelogic

I find this absolutely wild. Social media, built on the backs of artists – now turned “content creators” because people only stop to look at works you’ve spent hours making for mere seconds – has turned into such an impossible minefield of where you can’t hope to make any sort of headway in your efforts to grow your following or find new clients/buyers for your works. Social media as a whole, including groups, subs, etc will take your works, of course, as long as you never mention anything offsite, anything that could indicate that the work could be used for anything except a three second dopamine hit as people scroll their mindless feeds. You must constantly and consistently be playing a game of cutting your own marketing efforts off at the knees (or gaming the system and toeing the line for getting your links back out there) for the barest of scraps when they do come.

A post goes most viral on Imgur after posting consistently for months, or possibly even years? Well, you’ve only got about 24 hours to make the most of it. Edit your post and drop a link to where someone could support you. And then watch the comments roll in about how it’s an ad, and how you shouldn’t be doing that. A post gets upvoted a bunch on Reddit and lots of commenters are asking where they can support you? Sorry, against the rules to say it. You’ll get banned if you mention at all where people can send money for your cool thing.

Want to add a link to your crowdfunding campaign, Patreon, shop, or something else on one of the big social medias like Facebook/Instagram? Better make sure you turn it into a Zodiac killer-esque puzzle when you mention it by name that your followers then have to decode in order to find out where to support you easily, because if you post a link to anything outside of that social network – sometimes even just any link at all – you’ve guaranteed no one will see your post.

Censoring everything

On top of all of these hoops, there’s also the hoop of censorship. If the automated moderators at Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, or Bluesky decide there’s a penis in your artwork, well guess what. There’s a penis in it. Somewhere! The algorithm says so. Banned, banned for life. People have had posts taken down, been shadow banned, and even been suspended for posting things that are not even vaguely sexually suggestive in any manner and appealing or getting reinstated can be extremely difficult, time consuming, and sometimes outright impossible.

But that doesn’t even begin to even broach the topic of the way art is being systematically nice-ified for an audience it’s probably not ever going to reach: “what if my child sees this?”

Nipples (mostly just female), genitals, buttocks, and even too-much skin are swiftly slapped with filter labels (if the social media platform is generous) and hidden from view, or immediately taken down, despite the fact that every single human owns these body parts. What if my child sees this? Well, you should probably explain to them that other humans have butts too instead of forcing people to censor asscracks with smiley faces and stickers.

Moving the goalposts

I recently watched a friend battle with moderators on Reddit. She had been posting her artwork there for years. Her artwork also includes other artist’s work in the final piece, and she always credits those pieces as any good artist should. Well, a subreddit said no, she cannot mention those people and give due credit, as that’s advertising/promotion (to them). She asked if she could put their name on the watermark to give them credit, and was told no. To continue posting without giving credit to the other people responsible for parts of your work would obviously not be right or ideal, but what choice has she been given? New moderators/administrators come in and change their minds on a whim about when and where credit can be posted. The moderators/admins of this subreddit simply answered “no” and gave no other alternatives. How helpful is that?

A special place in hell

Even worse are the people who slice off artist’s signatures and watermarks, then share/repost the work without the artist’s credit (and do not tag or credit the artist in any way in any other form). If there’s a hell, I hope people who do this land directly in it. Right beside the people who simply must share an artwork, but can’t take the five seconds to TinEye or reverse Google Image Search it, and simply say “credit to the artist!” While we’re at it, people who think crediting an artist in the comments of a post because it looks “cleaner” or whatever reason they have can also get on the express hell elevator too (if you don’t know, comments don’t follow along with shares, so the credit being there is meaningless).

Oh, and make sure your stuff doesn’t look too professional, because if it does, it’s no longer artwork – it’s merch. And anything mentioning merch is now advertising. I have consistently discovered that by “downgrading” the presentation of my works (such as photoshopping them onto less-than-ideal photos where I’m holding it in hand, or it’s amidst a mess, something like that) I can reliably garner more likes, more comments, more shares, more upvotes, more engagement. The less polished I make it, even though I need those polished works for my website or my shop, the better it performs, because if it’s too nice looking, it’s merch, and an artist shouldn’t be making merch.

What’s next?

So what do we do here? Social media wants our art. Social media needs our art. Visual platforms like Instagram and TikTok were built on all of our hard work, propagating it with cool and interesting things constantly and consistently. Take away all of the interesting things, and what’s left on social media? Nothing. Nothing but “AI art” vomit and screenshots from Bluesky, Twitter, and Tumblr extorting people way funnier than us, that is.

For myself, I have begun starving the social media machine. I know it’s not good for growth, or connecting with new people, or whatever, but I’ve done my time in the trenches trying to chase after the newest trend, latest thing, and pleasing the capitalist social media overlords. I’ve tried to be the jester in the Meta court, and I know plenty of other artist friends who are doing the same. Why expend effort when there’s no reward? There’s not even any clicks anymore.

Many artist friends are going back to in-person events to bolster their audience instead of trying to capture a sliver of attention on a mobile phone or computer, and honestly I’m right there beside them. This year is the first year I’ve considered starting to purchase items for a professional table set up and trialing it at some smaller, local events. I’ve also been sending a lot of applications for zines, group art shows, and other projects, as well as preparing for another crowdfunding campaign at the end of March amongst over a hundred other artists. Social media just isn’t cutting it anymore.

I am having a nice time on Bluesky and Mastodon, though. Well, until someone comes in and slathers either of them in ads, I’m sure. But for now, I guess I’ll enjoy as much of it as I can. Good things never last. Let the enshittification begin.

#art #rant #social media #enshittification #artist #artists #rants #ranting #blog post

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night-market-if · 1 year

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Hey Zinnia! Just wanted to let you know that for some reason tumblr is not sending out notifications of your posts and your blog doesn't appear on the search section. I don't know if it's my phone being silly or if anyone else is having the same problem, but I've seen other blogs get shadow-banned because they used to post links in every post and it made tumblr think it was spam. I don't know if that's 100% true and I hope it's just a me thing, but I thought I'd tell you just in case!

I have been having so many issues on my end and I'm not sure what is going on. I can't private message people. I've noticed my post count going down. It is really really strange but I have no idea how to fix it.

I recently saw someone else wondering if they had gotten shadow banned too because their tags weren't showing up. Is Tumblr going through something or am I somehow on a list.

#the night market

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trollprins · 4 months

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Loopsie edit of yours truly. More edits with me.

Hello, Fantastic Community! 🌟

I hope you had a fantastic Christmas and New Year's break and are ready for an exciting start to the year! 🎉

Let's Dive In!

This time, we’re diving into a fresh topic that tickles our curiosity, exploring the many facets of our preferences. Let’s talk body types. Do you prefer thick guys, those with sturdy thighs, and bubble butts? 🍑 Are you into having something to grab or snuggle with? Or perhaps you gravitate towards the lean, gym-killing machines with shredded abs and super guns? Are you into muscle worship? 💪

I understand there’s often pressure in our male community about looks, but here in our blog, we promote diversity and acceptance. Please don’t feel pressured to conform to certain standards; we know they change constantly. What matters most is feeling confident and positive in your body. I’ve been there; I get it. 🤝

The poll will be open for a week, so make sure to cast your vote. Additionally, please take a moment to vote if you come across this post. I'm curious to test whether my posts are reaching the audience, especially considering the on-and-off shadow ban on Tumblr for some inexplicable reason. Stay cool, stay positive, and let's celebrate the diverse beauty within our community! 🗳️✨

#gay #gay boys #gay boy #gay otter #gaystagram #gayguy #gayboy #gay pics #gayart #art #lgbt #gayman #queer #gaylove #lgbtq #ai #gay illustration #me

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idoodlestuffsometimes · 10 months

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Hey did you block me or change something? I can’t interact with any of your posts! :(

??? :( No I haven't changed anything. And I'm actually very fortunate no one's given me cause to block them. I'm not sure how it works if I've blocked someone with my main blog, but I mostly just block obvious bots and I don't think I've blocked anyone recently if this is a new development. You probably wouldn't be able to send me an anon if you were blocked.

Sorry you're running into that my guy. I hope tumblr's not like shadow banning you or something. They made one of my posts invisible for no reason a while back too, idk what goes on over there :/

#doodlereply

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wenchofthescullery · 9 months

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Lost in the Shadow(ban)s

What do we do in the dark?

Apparently, what we do in the dark is stop sending messages. I seem to be sort of shadow-banned? I cannot see, receive, or send messages, and I can't comment on posts.

I have seen the @bookscoffeeandrain and @consistent-sincerity comments on posts, and I hope you can see this (as well as anyone else I am friends with). To be clear -- there is something wonky, and I'm trying to sort it out with Tumblr support. Looks like this is often a glitch, sometimes more (but I haven't been any different than normal, myself), and it can take weeks to months to sort out.

Meanwhile -- not mad at anybody, not in a huff, not even peeved that my tea went cold. All is well. Might be living in the shadows a bit, but I will come back. I've started a second blog ( wenchofthescullery2.tumblr.com ) and will use it for any emergent communications as this sorts out.

Life sure is interesting, eh?

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warmsol · 5 months

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hey isa, I just need some advice..

I feel the interaction with my blog got less. There are zero reblogs, no comments and barely notes. I know, it's all about the fun but you can't tell me that you suddenly start to overthink if you did something wrong. Isn't my content pretty anymore? I don't know what it is. At first I thought simblr is just less active than usual, but then I see the people on my dashboard and their interaction/reblogs/notes are just fine as usual. Normally I'm the person that says "I don't care it's my blog I post for fun". But not even getting half of the notes I used to have, getting ZERO (that hits hard) reblogs.. Even if I post other games, no one likes it. It may sound so silly but i'm frustrated rn and I don't wanna be ;-;

hi anon! i’m so sorry you’re feeling a bit frustrated right now. it’s completely normal and valid to want interaction in a community. yeah, we all post for fun but we also post to have a connection with others, and when we don’t get that it can be discouraging or lonely!

i’m not entirely sure what could be causing your slow down in interaction, my first thought was, simblr is a bit slow right now. i myself have even been struggling to keep up with everyone i’m following! but i’m also wondering if maybe you could be shadow banned? maybe this link here could be helpful for you to figure out if that is going on. if that’s not the case, then i don’t have much else advice other than continue to tag your posts, continue to interact with others and keep trying. i know some people have remade their blogs when this has happened, and having a fresh start helped them feel integrated with the community again. so if it gets to a point where if feels like nothings working, that could also help, maybe. i’m so sorry i can’t be more helpful :( but i’m wishing you luck friend, i hope that you feel less discouraged as time goes on. <3

#ask #isa answers #also if you are comfortable with coming off anon i’d like to follow you if i don’t already :)

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Losses and Gains, Pt. 7

... oh sh–

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Warning for reader distress.

Themes: Romance. Amnesia. Angst.

Characters; MC="you", Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, all brothers.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy

"There you are, welcome," you heard. You looked around until your eyes settled on a shadow apparition, which you assumed had been who was talking to you. It had your body shape, as well as wings and horns you knew matched your own. It had eyes to match you too. Though you didn't recognize it, this was the same sinful subconscious who has been with you since your creation as a demon.

"Do you have a name?" You asked.

"Strange, no, I never got one. I'm you, so it felt pointless," the apparition stated. "But I suppose you could call me Vanita."

"Okay, Vanita, what are we going to do?"

"Well, this is a gruesome process, so I hope you're ready. I have to walk you through everything from start to finish. We have to go through what happened at Mount Blanc, and you have to relive it in your mind all over again, and then you'll remember everything before then," Vanitas said.

"Alright, let's start."

Suddenly, you and Vanita transported to a dark room, and before you were you with a blindfold, laid out on a table, and a person standing next to you.

"Now, this is probably going to hurt, I don't know how, but it probably will," they said, and you watched as some woman put a needle in your arm, and your body twitched.

Instantly, the pain started, and you felt it as you watched the memory of you experience it.

"And we're just getting started," Vanita whispered with what sounded like a touch of sadness.

"Apologies, my lord, MC is back at the castle. Shall we finish up this meeting and head back?" Barbatos said, finding his seat in the Student Council room.

"Indeed, thank you for making sure she got there safe, Barbatos," Diavolo replied. The prince then turned to the brothers.

"Thank you all for convening. I've brought you all here not necessarily on Student Council business but on the business of witch covens. It seems as though there are others who sought to make somnum powder, so I have put a royal decree in banning the substance, and we will now have to execute this plan, and we'll start with each of your covens before moving on to the independent witch houses. I want every coven checked, every container of somnum evaluated and confiscated. If they are uncooperative, those covens will be executed..."

Though, at least they didn't have to go through what you experienced while they conversed.

Lucifer, Satan, and Mammon were immediately uneasy, remembering it all as the prince continued on.

"Oh, fuck make it stop!" You screamed, seething at the pain.

Canary then stabbed the memory of you again, and you cried out to Vanita, "Make it stop! Now!"

"I'm sorry, I told you this would be painful. You just have to endure a little more, please," the apparition said, looking at you with pity.

After the fifth dose, you felt what you must have felt in that moment. There was strength, agility, power.

"Wait–" you started to say, feeling the psychotic takeover.

"Shit–," Canary swore, trying to back away from the table. "You're not normal, are you? Fucking shit."

You looked over at your memory and gasped at the sight of your ultimate demon form. You were... somewhat beautiful, in a horrifying way. It was strange, to see yourself in such a way.

"Ah!" You cried, clutching the side of your head. You could feel a rush, like something was on the tip of your tongue, and you finally recalled it. You remembered Mount Blanc. You knew what was going to happen next. The fight.

"No..." You murmured, looking at Vanita. The shadow only shook their head.

"I'm afraid it's not over. You still have to endure it all," they said to you. You turned back to see your memory ripping into Canary, watching the bloodshed.

"Did you say MC was at the castle? I'd like to visit her, if that's alright," Lucifer said to Barbatos and Diavolo quietly.

"Of course, let's go. I hate to leave her alone for too long," Diavolo said, gathering his things. The three left, not knowing what it was they were about to find when they arrived.

"Vanita, I can't do this anymore," you heaved, barely able to watch as your memory took on Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer, throwing them around like dolls.

"You're so close. Keep going, MC," they called back to you.

Barbatos and Diavolo finally had you in a hold on the floor, and you saw Mammon and Satan approaching.

"This will hurt," Vanita stated in a whisper.

"What–" you started to say before Mammon threw the somnum powder at your face. Your vision swirled as the memory ended, but it was when the memory ended that everything, literally everything you ever experienced and remembered, came rushing back, and it was the worst pain you ever felt, much worse than the psychotic. Every muscle, every blood vessel, every neuron was on fire, and you screamed to the high heavens at your loudest possible volume.

"Dammit! Get the fucking door open!" Lucifer barked, kicking it as hard as he could. They heard your bloodcurdling screams coming from inside, hearing them as soon as they stepped foot in the castle, but for some reason, no one could get the door open.

"Forget it! Teleport us!" Diavolo snapped.

"There's magic barring me from doing so," Barbatos replied hotly, continuously trying to manifest a portal.

"Fucking hell!" Lucifer screamed, and then all of a sudden it was quiet in your room.

All three stood there, assuming the worst. Pulling Lucifer aside, Diavolo briefly shifted to his ultimate form, took one swipe at the door, and it obliterated. After shifting back, they dashed inside to see you laid out on your bed, blankets and pillows strewn everywhere.

Quickly, they all crowded your bed to find you not breathing or moving at all. There were streams of darkened burgundy blood coming from your nose, teaming down your neck and around your face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Diavolo started to growl, clutching the sheets while tears pricked his eyes. Lucifer and Barbatos stared in silence. No one could feel your heartbeat.

"I don't understand," Diavolo started to sob. Lucifer quietly stepped closer to the bed and started to reach for your arm as tears teamed down his cheeks. Barbatos stood completely still, unsure of his next action.

Quite suddenly, your eyes flew open, and you gasped, clutching your chest as your body kickstarted itself again.

"Oh, my fucking hell, MC," Diavolo swore as he instantly reached out to touch you.

"Wait," you whispered.

They all stared at you in disbelief and waited for your response. You sat yourself up against the headboard of the bed.

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"I remember," is all you said, looking thoughtful.

Thanks for reading!

Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated.

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #sassywrites #sassystories #obey me fanfic #love-eternal #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos

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