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backtothefanfiction · 4 months

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Hiii! i love your writing 😘 if your ok with writing this could i request some fluffy dad!felix catton if you have any in store?! again, totally understand if your uncomfortable writing this or just don’t want to 😊😊

It’s taken me a while to get to this because I’ve been struggling to find my way in when it comes to Felix as a Dad. I’m not sure if I do have a Dad!Felix fluff in me but I do have some thoughts/head canons on Felix as a Dad as a whole I’m slowly developing. So here are those…

Felix is all in in the newborn stage. It’s a novelty for him. The easy stage before they find their voices and start screaming the place down. When all you have to do is hold them, feed them, change them. He’s so there for that.

He’s happy to get up in the middle of the night, looking out the windows at the grounds with a baby in his arms, telling stories and recounting memories of his youth and that time running around the grounds with Farleigh and Venetia.

He loves see you with HIS child. He’s very protective. While you lie in his bed with tea and toast, feeding your child he shoos everyone else from the room, not wanting to share that sight or special time with anyone else in the family. Venetia is the only one who occasionally slips through the cracks. (She is a great aunt to your child by the way)

When the baby starts to grow older though he begins to struggle. You are a very hands on parent in comparison to him and he’s happy for you to be. After all his mother was very hands on with him and Venetia, however as a child he never saw his Dad there as much as his Mum and so has adopted a similar way of thinking that of his father and grandfather that fussing kids is a Mother problem.

Don’t get me wrong, he still loves showing up to be the fun dad. Running across the lawns with them. Enabling their hobbies and paying for anything they want. But when it comes to the hard stuff you feel completely abandoned.

As time goes on you realise you aren’t on the same wave length about parenting at all. And a lot of that has to do with Felix’s upbringing and family.

Elspeth is always there to step in and make a fuss, forcing herself on her grandchildren like she makes everything better, but often (especially if a child is already in a tantrum state it can sometimes make it worse until she just hands the child back and leaves you with a screaming child.

When Felix’s mates come knocking, asking him to go on golfing or skiing holidays with them it’s always “you’ve got this, haven’t you babe? Great. I love you. See you in a week.”

And because that’s how Felix was raised, what he observed from his family over the years, he honestly knows no better.

“If you’re struggling we can just get a Nanny.” He says when you confront him. It always has you seeing red. “I don’t want a Nanny Felix. I want US to raise our kids.”

You realise the only way things will change is if you all get out of that house and away from his family. So you give him the ultimatum: “it’s either us or your family.”

Of course it’s that honour in him, that unspoken traditional allegiance to your wife and kids that has him reluctantly agreeing, hoping in a few months you’ll see sense and see how difficult it is without all the servants and his daddy’s money. But you thrive, despite the way Felix shuffles his feet and does the bare minimum in protest.

After another argument where you tell him to show up or fuck off back to his family he finally takes you seriously and the more time he spends with you and your family and more modest hands on parenting and living styles he begins to thrive, seeing that the grass can be greener on the other side.

The more time away from his family he sees how toxic his families dynamic is. When you visit he sticks up for his kids and is protective of them when his parents begin to push their values and views on his kids.

You stand by him as he begins to put in boundaries and really analyse his life, his youth, his privilege and how it has in fact hindered him in life in so many basic ways. You support him and feel pride when he helps enforce those boundaries around his parents, his family as he ultimately gives them the same ultimatum you gave him all those years ago.

Although his father is reluctant, Elspeth is desperate to know her grandchildren and apologised to you both and promises to respect your parenting choices and swears to try and uphold those values in front of your children as much as she can.

With the new boundaries in place, summers in Saltburn become regular things for your kids. All of you playing together on the grounds. Chasing each other through the maze. Swimming in the pool and the lake.You and Felix set up scavenger hunts for your kids. And they ultimately grow up with the best of both worlds.

So yeah. Those are my more realistic Dad Felix thoughts. Tell me what you think….

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romanarose · 7 months

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Just a Fantasy

No outbreak!Joel x gn!reader

Summary: Joel finds out what kind of porn you've been watching...

Warnings: Mentions of porn and potentially risqué or out of pocket porn but nothing specific is mentioned. Saying no to sex stuff, boundaries. Cock warming, creampie

Immersabilty: Reader is AFAB

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You were putting the dishes away when Joel came home. It was late, Sarah had already fallen asleep but you were waiting up for Joel this time. It was a busy season for a contracture, Joel and Tommy working long hours and taking on a lot of extra work as they did. Being owners, they didn't have to worry about over time and no one was there to make them hold themselves to labor laws, so Joel was not above working 12 hour or even 16 hour days. This last week, you hadn't seen him at all, and you were determined to spend some quality time.

Even if it meant just warming his cock while he slept and got a good night's sleep for once.

"In the kitchen!" You call to him, and hear his heavy boots clump into the room. You almost yell at him for leaving his shoes on after being at a work sight, but now wasn't the time. He would be helping you shampoo the carper the day time you both have a day off though.

"Hiya darl'n" Joel drawled, wrapping his around around you as you dried your hands. "What're yuh do'n up? S'late."

You rest your head back on him while Joel nuzzles his face into your neck. A tell tale sign of what he wanted.

"Just waiting for you, baby. Wanted to actually see you."

Joel hummed into your skin, beginning to press soft kissed into you. "You know what I was thinking of all day?"

You chuckle. "I have an idea."

"You." a kiss. "Me." Another kiss, then he got up close to your ear and whispered something, a fantasy you had in your head, but that had remained in your head... and in your porn searches.

"Joel!" You gasp, shocked that he could have known that. "What- where did you get that idea?" You back was still up against him, so he couldn't see the discomfort in your face. Was he going through your phone? No, Joel wouldn't do that... Joel trusted you... so how did he find out something so secret?

Joel began to suck gently into your neck; light, not wanting to leave a hickie he'd have to explain to Sarah. Did she know what a hickie was? Joel didn't want to think about that. "I saw your pornhub-"

"Joel!" This time, you push off him and turn around, the concern and confusion evident on Joel's face at the abrupt nature was clear. "You were going through my phone?!" You felt betrayed and maybe a little violated. Was Joel going to judge you for the things you were watching?

"No!" He was quick to raise his hands in defense, palms out towards you like he was placating a wild animal. "No, no baby of course not! It's just, when I got home last night my phone was dead..." Joel seemed to hesitate himself.

"Go on." You were willing to hear him out.

"Well, you were asleep and I was feeling kinda... well, you know." You did, so he continued. "So I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to pull up some uh, videos," He cleared his throat, moving one hand to rub the back of his neck. Joel hadn't been the most experienced man when you first met him, and his southern Baptist's upbringing turned him into a blushing virgin sometimes. "And I pull up your internet explorer and see porn already up and it was... well it was that." Joel emphasizes the particular kink you were watching. "I didn't think much of it, but when I went to the search function, I uh..." Wringing his hands together, he looked nervous. "Well I saw the most recent searches, and you had been searching that in um... a few capacities... and..."

"And?" You urge him on with a wave of his hand.

"And I went back to the video, and was imagining you... um, you know, and then I... yeah. So I thought maybe that's something we could try?"

In the heat of the moment, when horny and in love, Joel could dirty talk with the best of them. His voice can and has brought you to orgasm with the filth he says, but outside the safety of the bedroom, he was as soft as they come. You felt a little bad for snapping, but were relived that you were correct. Joel wouldn't cross a boundaries like your phone privacy. It was not uncommon for you two to use each others phones, so him grabbing yours while you slept wasn't a problem. And if he orgasmed to the same video as you, he can't have thought it was too weird... but there was still a problem.

"I'm really sorry baby, I shouldn't have just sprung that on you." Joel apoligizes, so you smile and take his hands.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Thank you for explaining, and I'm not mad."

A cheeky little grin begins to spread on his face. "So is that a yes?"

"It's a no."

His face falters, but not in a way that makes you feel bad for saying no, but confusion.

"No right now, or no forever?"

"No, probably forever." You sigh, trying to think how to explain it. "Some things are just a fantasy. It's fun to watch but... not something I want to actually do."

You weren't sure Joel understood, but he didn't need to understand. You had said no. "Alright baby, that's okay. We ain't gotta do noth'n you don't wanna do, you know that."

You did. Joel made you feel safer than you ever had. "I know baby. Come on, let's go to bed."

Joel took a shower and you closed down the down, making sure when he came out, everything was ready down the covers being turned down and PJ's on the bed. You wanted to fuck him, you wanna to ride him for hours and hours or feel his sweaty chest on you back as he pounded you, but that wasn't for tonight. Joel was tired, and he need to sleep. You lay him down on the bed, keeping his pj pants on but releasing his cock through the hole in the front. As you jerk him, you explain the plan and tell him not to worry about getting you off, just come when he ready.

Keeping him on his back, you sink down on him, keeping your night dress on for warmth and then pull the blankets over both of you. Together you lay there and talk, soft whispers with his cock speared inside you and cuddled up on the bed. Sometimes you'd rock a bit, sometimes you'd squeeze your pussy around him just to hear him moan, but mostly you both just enjoyed some time together, alone.

Quietly, Joel came inside you momments before falling asleep under your body, and together you lay there, as close as two people can be, happy to just spend time together.

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I watch certain porns and read certain fics that I simply would not want to do in real life, hands down. It's fun in theory, not reality.

It's okay to like the idea of something but say no to it irl.

Remember, reblogs help a lot!

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bluesfortheredj · 2 years

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Territorial.

The click of Billy’s lighter is enough to make your head turn from the record player and when your eyes meet his he flashes you that signature grin with a cigarette clenched between his teeth and the flame hovering dangerously close in front of it.

“Try and blow it out of the window this time,” you say with an unimpressed expression, “my cushions stunk for days.”

“I will baby,” he nods, sliding your window up and pulling your stool over so he can perch next to the opening.

He lights his cigarette before proceeding to smoke it sensibly this time, ensuring he dips his head out of the window for every exhale he makes, and you turn back to the pile of vinyl you were sifting through to try and find the next song you wanted.

“So how’s your wannabe boyfriend?” Billy asks, finally shutting out the cold from the window and walking over to join you on the carpeted floor, “he still trying to steal my girl?”

You roll your eyes at him and shake your head from side to side with a scoff, “he’s honestly such a dick. If he knew the real you, he wouldn’t dare say some of the shit he does to me.”

Billy sits up to attention with a deep frown etched across his forehead, “what do you mean? What’s he been saying?”

You shouldn’t have said those words, Billy certainly wasn’t going to let this go now you’d let slip Jason was saying stuff to you that was out of line. It was baffling really, you had no idea why he suddenly had such an interest in you, especially as he’d been well informed by others about who your boyfriend was, and exactly what he was capable of. It made you uncomfortable every time he interacted with you, your mind immediately thinking of what the consequences could be if Billy ever found out what he said.

“It’s nothing, honestly,” you sigh with a tender smile, “please don’t worry. I can handle it.”

“I’m not having some stupid mommy’s boy saying shit to my girlfriend!” he states, getting up off of the floor and clenching his fists.

You jump up as well and wrap your arms around him tightly, “Billy,” you say softly, “calm down… please.”

His tense body unravels slowly under your touch until eventually he’s returned your embrace and is leaning his head against yours lovingly. It was a difficult balance sometimes when it came to Billy and just how much you could share with him; you never wanted there to be secrets but sometimes not revealing every detail, especially when it came to Jason’s advances, was for the best. You’d definitely seen an improvement in how he handled his temper since dating you, but you certainly didn’t want anything to push his boundaries.

“How do you do that?” he asks after a few moments of silence.

“Do what?”

He lifts his head from you and smiles when you meet his gaze, “make me feel as though the world isn’t such a shitty place?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you grin.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours, deepening the kiss within seconds as his fingers dig into your waist and pull your hips against his, and you respond by running your hands up his chest and weaving your digits into his hair with a delighted moan. The two of you manage to make your way to the bed blindly and bounce down onto the covers just as the doorbell rings.

“Ignore it,” Billy pants between kisses to your neck.

You hum in agreement as his hands wander around your body while he pushes you onto your back, then the door goes again; twice in quick succession.

Your body tenses under Billy and he feels you still, “leave it.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes again to get lost in the feel of your boyfriend all over you.

Once more the moment is broken by the bell, and you throw your arms onto the bed in defeat as Billy growls in the direction of the front door.

“I’ll get rid of them,” you chuckle as he slicks his hair back with a frustrated exhale.

“Be quick baby,” he winks, unzipping his jeans.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the sight and you have to tear yourself away to answer the persistent person on the other side of your door. It rings once more just as you’re approaching and you roll your eyes again, “I’m coming!” you call out.

A gust of wind hits you as you open it up then you do a double take when you see the familiar face you had just been talking about mere moments earlier.

“Jason?” you question as your brow knits together in confusion.

“The one and only,” he smiles, leaning up against the door frame.

“What brings you here then?” you ask as you pull the door against your body to limit the view inside.

He looks down at his shoes then back up again with a shrug almost timidly, “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by to see if you wanted to come out for a ride.”

“I’m kinda busy tonight actually.”

“Sure I can’t persuade you… just for an hour?”

“I’m sure. Thanks for the offer though.”

You smile at him as politely as you can before going to shut the door, but before it clicks into place he shoves a foot in the gap and it comes to an abrupt halt at his trainer that makes your body jolt in shock, “what are you doing Jason?” you frown, looking up into his face that had now turned from civil to angry within seconds.

“Can you just give me five minutes of your precious time? That is literally all I want. Just…” he sighs in a frustrated manner and pinches the bridge of his nose as he briefly closes his eyes, “just five god damn minutes?”

“Jason, I-”

“You’ve got a boyfriend, I know, whatever,” he says with a dismissive wave of his hand, “I could not care less about Billy fucking Hargrove,” he continues, shoving a shoulder against the door and pushing you back a little, “all I care about is-”

Loud footsteps approach from behind you and the door is ripped out of your hands by Billy so that Jason almost falls inside the house, “I really think you should care about Billy fucking Hargrove,” he says, watching Jason straighten up in fear.

“I had no idea you were here… I wouldn’t have-”

“Wouldn’t have come to hit on my girlfriend? Wouldn’t have come to try and get her into your car so you could have your way with her…? What Jason? What would you not have done, huh?” Billy challenges as you take a couple of steps back just in case.

“I… uh…” he stutters.

“Because I think it’s just a little fucked up that someone like you would think they even had a shot with someone like (Y/N). She wants a real man, not some snob who lives off of the bank of mom and dad and fucks everything that has a pulse.”

Jason stumbles back into the wall then quickly glances to the side to see how far he was from the doorway before making a run for it with Billy hot on his heels, “your cards are marked Jason!” he shouts after him, “if you talk to her one more time I will end you!”

Billy spits on the ground as he stops, then turns around and makes his way back to where you wait for him, your arms opening up as soon as he reaches you, and he kicks the door shut behind him.

“That was eventful…” you mutter against his shoulder as his hands grip your clothes.

“Who the fuck does that kid think he is? Seriously. I could have-”

“Shh,” you soothe, leaning away and placing your hands on his cheeks gently, “I know exactly what you could have done, but I’m glad you didn’t. We’ve got unfinished business in the bedroom to attend to, and that would have delayed it even more…”

The anger in Billy’s face soon dissipates at your words and deep frown he had lifts to be replaced by a smug smirk instead, “better not waste any more time then baby, come on,” he says with a smack of your bum.

Request: So I have a request and it is something along the lines of reader and Billy are over at her place and Jason knocks at the door but when reader try's to shut the door Jason attempts to come in but doesn't realize that Billy is there? I don't really know how to put it into words

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargove imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fluff

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 months

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relationship hcs ; poly affogato cookie & clotted cream cookie

requested by ; 🦭 anon (17/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | epic cookies | super epic cookies

character(s) ; affogato cookie, clotted cream cookie

outline ; “Seal anon here:

Part of me can't resist an idea based off this ask

https://www.tumblr.com/sleepingdeath-light/725883633838211072/coffee-and-cream-18?source=share

Imagine being in a poly with these two...they are both charismatic and can be sweet when they want to be~

Can't decide if I want a drabble or whole hcs of a clotted cream x female reader x affogato...

So surprise me lol!

Also I guess I send in wholesome requests because my mind kinda naturally just avoids sex or is neutral to it. Or idk why but always preferred wholesome stuff over sex stuff...still don't understand myself a little lmao!”

note ; struggled a lot with trying to conceptualise what this relationship would look like, so apologies for any shaky characterisation here haha ^^

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

it goes almost without saying that once you enter into this relationship, and all of you have established your boundaries regarding one another, you’re going to end up completely and utterly spoiled rotten — of course the boys will also shower each other with gifts, but it’s a sort of competition between the two of them when it comes to who can lavish you with the most thoughtful, expensive, and high quality gifts so you tend to take the brunt of that particular expression of love

affogato cookie tends to focus primarily on the material when it comes to his gifts for you and your other boyfriend: expensive lounge robes, styles of clothing unique to his kingdom made in only the finest of materials, the finest jewellery that money can buy, and boxes upon boxes of handpicked hair and skincare products that he swears will make you both look even more enchanting than usual

clotted cream cookie, meanwhile, focuses mainly on experiences when he picks something up for you or affogato cookie: paying for you all when you’re out on dates, leveraging his status and wealth in order to skip forward on the waitlists of the republic’s finest establishments, taking you both out on surprise trips to various locations within and beyond the republic’s borders, and ensuring you’re both able to accompany him on his work trips just so you each get to experiences the wonders of the world alongside him

both of these men will write you little love letters and reminders for you to find in their absence but they place and word them very differently — for example, affogato cookie is much more likely to leave his notes out in plain sight (e.g. on the bedside table or on his pillow for you to find when you wake up) and he always uses darker coloured envelops with more intricate wax seals to keep them closed, whereas clotted cream cookie hides most of his love letters in the places that you’re most likely to find them (e.g. between the pages of your favourite book, or in one of the pockets of that jacket or bag you never leave the house without) and he always uses lighter coloured paper with no envelope with your name scrawled across one side in intricate cursive

affogato cookie is much quicker to resort to flattery and sweet talk during arguments, especially if he’s trying to get you to side with him after a disagreement with clotted cream cookie, and he’s much more spiteful and petty afterwards if you don’t take his side — these grudges never last particularly long, mind you, and are usually just for show as a way to get you (and clotted cream cookie) to grovel for forgiveness and/or admit that he was right… even when he really wasn’t

clotted cream cookie, on the other hand, is much more levelheaded during arguments and disagrees with bringing in an uninvolved third party to resolve an issue or take sides — that being said he does usually end up playing the mediator and peace maker when affogato cookie’s ego or temper becomes a bit too much for you to handle, and his experience as an authority figure makes him much better suited at finding middle ground or some sort of compromise (as opposed to affogato cookie’s insistence of his way or nothing, which is perfect for leading a cult but… less than ideal for being in a relationship)

whenever you and/or clotted cream cookie visit dark cacao kingdom, affogato cookie takes every possible step he can to ensure you’re both safe and well tended to throughout your stay — this can mean anything from skipping off from his official duties to welcome you himself and walk you back to his home, to having his followers fetch you a variety of flashy gifts, to ensuring at least one or two members of his cult are near you at all times to keep you safe, to actually taking official time off of his work as an adviser to spend some time with you both and show you around his favourite parts of the kingdom, and everything in between!

(he also gets very insistent about you both being properly dressed to handle the colder weather and will refuse to let you go out until you both put on your coats — no not your republic coats, the thicker ones he bought you for this visit… please don’t make this difficult…)

whenever you and/or affogato cookie visit the republic, well it’s safe to say that clotted cream cookie goes all out to make sure you have as relaxing and fun of an experience as possible — even if his duties don’t allow him to be by your side for the whole time… no matter how much he may want to be

of course you two are personally escorted to his family manor and, after finishing up some unavoidable paperwork, clotted cream cookie steps in and helps you unpack whilst you and affogato cookie go through all of the gifts he’s bought you — most of which is just clothing to wear during your stay or assortments of snack foods from local vendors to give you both a taste of the city during the time of year you’re visiting

both men are more than happy to show off you and their relationship with you to the public, but they approach it in different ways: affogato cookie takes on a much more calculated and intentional approach because he’s more mindful of how his reputation influences his plans to seize control of the kingdom (needing to balance his need to claim you both through clear pda due to his possessive streak with his desire to maintain a charismatic and suave image), while clotted cream cookie takes on a more traditional and chivalrous approach that reflects his upbringing (engaging in some mild pda but never shying away from introducing you both as his partners or politely turning someone down himself or on behalf of you or affogato)

affogato cookie is more naturally possessive and covetous of you both, and much more likely to subtly attack and embarrass anyone who tries to interfere with your relationship — especially if they try and flirt with either of you in his presence, at which point he will drop all pretences and ramp up his flirting and touchiness with you both in order to make the other party uncomfortable and embarrassed enough to leave (before having his followers ruin their life even further, of course)

clotted cream cookie doesn’t necessarily have a possessive streak and tends to be much better at keeping a level head, but he’s not above very sternly shooing anyone away who tries to flirt with you or affogato cookie in his presence or anyone whose attention either of you entertain — it’s actually very difficult for most others to see just how jealous he gets, but to you and affogato cookie it’s clear as day (and, honestly, quite cute)

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ill-say-anything-i-hafta · 6 months

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The Lower Manhattan Boys (and Spot Conlon) Tell You How They Make Extra Money In the Winter

1. Thievin'

Jack: I will pick a pocket if the opportunity presents itself, but the church collection boxes is easiest, especially at this time of year.

Racetrack: That's a big risk Jack. They's always gonna be lookin' closer at a guy like you. it's just another form of gamblin', really.

Jack: Hey, you stay out of this, pal. You sound like Dave. And it ain't as if Ise stealin' stuff away from the intended recipients. Them funds is supposed to be for the poor and needy, right? Ain't we poor?

Racetrack: You want another card, or is we gonna sit here jawin' all night?

Jack: I fold.

2. Shovelin' walkways

Buttons: We charges two cents to do the stretch of sidewalk in front of your shop or your home, plus an extra penny if you wants your stoop cleared. Railings is free. And we gives a discount if you is old and feeble.

Romeo: Or if you is pretty.

Buttons: We do Jacobi's and the theater for free.

Jojo: But we charges extra if you looks like you can afford it. Miss Katherine taught us this is called bein' an entrepreneur.

Buttons: Hey, dummy, speak for yourself. I don't need no girl to teach me big words. In fact, I already knowed that one.

Jojo: Well I ain't needed to know it to do it. Ise a natural.

3. Encouragin' tips

Crutchie: I gets around all right, generally. Don't let no one tell you different. But ice and snow on cobblestones ain't no picnic for me. And damp weather like this, the leg won't hardly give me no peace. I miss a lot of sellin' days. But I got a compensatory seasonal advantage. Here's what I do: I fumble with the change. More often than not, by the time I gets the coins out of my pocket, they don't even want 'em.

Les: So what? I do that every single day of the year. It doesn't always work, but it can't hurt, right?

Crutchie: Youse real cute, Les. But let's just say someone like me gets more tips in December.

Les: Why?

Crutchie: Look. It ain't my fault some fella wrote a Christmas story about a kid with a crutch. It ain't my fault if i puts folks in mind of that kid. I didn't ask for it.

Les: But you're Jewish, like us. Aren't you?

Crutchie: Shh! Who told you that?

Les: Specs.

Crutchie: Well, keep it under your hat. There's money on the line.

4. Totin' packages and similar errends

Elmer: I'se the only who makes money this way because no one in their right mind would trust most of these boys. But I got a innocent face. And luckily for my regulars, I got a honest disposition to go along with it.

5. Soakin' Midtown kids

Albert: Complain all you like about the short, dark days of winter, but there is some things I happen to like about this time of year. The sight of a wreath of greenery and berries hangin' on someone's door. Hot chestnuts from a cart. The cheery fellow-feeling that is in evidence everywhere you -- hey, ain't that Lefty Petrovitch? What's he doin' south of Fourteenth Street?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles] Let's get him!

Albert: I appreciate your help, Spot.

Spot: It is my personal pleasure, Al. In fact, this is one of my favorite pastimes of the Christmas season because not only is I doin' you a good turn, but we might also make a tidy profit besides, depenin' on how good he was sellin'.

Albert: Just 'cause we all got a union together don't mean kids should get away with floutin' mutually agreed-upon territorial boundaries.

Spot: Yeah!

Albert: Remind me, why does Race get to sell way across the bridge at Sheepshead?

Spot: [Cracking her knuckles again] I often find myself ponderin' that self-same question.

FIN.

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finn-m-corvex · 8 months

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First Post Redo!

Hi everyone! My name is Finn, and welcome to my blog for silly little lego men. I was originally in the fandom ~2017ish, but I fell out of it pretty hard. Luckily for everyone here, I am back with a vengeance.

All of my blog tags (pertaining to me) can be found in the tag section of this post ^^

🔴 My ao3 is Finn_M_Corvex! That's where I post any of my stories over 5k words unless it's under special circumstances (which is. most of my stuff lol). My requests are OPEN so feel free to send any in, although I am reserving the right to turn one down if I so choose. Find my masterpost here!

🟠 No DMs unless we've talked in tags / reblogs OR you're a moot please! I'm not scary though; ask anyone whose had a conversation with me and I'm like a tiny golden retriever. I have so much social anxiety though help-

🟡 I am 18! But I still have boundaries!! Don't be weird please!

🟢 My pronouns are he/him OR she/her, but he/him is preferred please! No they/them or neopronouns!

🔵 My favorite ninja is Jay and that's who the majority of my stuff is about so he's not your thing you may kindly show yourself out. Feel free to request other characters though!

🟣 If you remember seeing my name somewhere, this is my second blog! My first one was hacked and unfortunately deleted so this is my do-over

🟤 Always willing to help with homework and stuff if you need it, just drop it in the Finnbox (asks) and I'll see what I can do!

⚪ Do not be an asshole on my things, I will not hesitate to block you on sight, esp if you're a weirdo. I've had enough not-great experiences on here and I'm not very tolerant.

⚫ YOU CAN ALWAYS DO STUFF WITH MY WORK EXCEPT FEEDING IT TO AN A.I. Podfics, fanart, translations, anything like that! Just make to credit me and tag me properly so I can see it!

#finn...themself?#finn makes art #finn makes memes #finn's writing #the finnbox #finn's mootie cuties

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angelbroad · 1 month

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Symbiosis And Its Downs

Nadine woke up to poking on her cheek, slowly stirring awake to the sight of Stephanie.

"What the fuck, dude?", the girl above whispered.

Nadine groaned as she moved to sit up, her hair wild and the suit still on, minus the helmet.

"Christ...what time is it?"

Nine in the morning

"Nine in the-"

"I know, it's okay. Loxz-Ha told me."

"Right...that thing on your back.", Stephanie responded, taking note of how the mandibles swayed from side to side, even if it was in a subtle way. "Nad, look, it's not like I don't trust you when it comes to this whole...thing. But again, we don't even know what it is you're wearing, or if it's wearing you."

Nadine decided she would not tell Stephanie about last night's escapades, she didn't want her friend to worry.

"Like...for god's sake how long have you been in that armor?"

"Oh...uh, I did take a break but...almost a day?"

Stephanie swore in arabic before turning back to her.

"Okay, look. Anth and Pearl have other things to do this mornin', so it leaves the two of us, and we're gonna find a way to figure out what this thing is. Whether it wants to or not."

"...Loxz-Ha?"

No response. It seemed that Stephanie was right about the scarab not wanting to give an answer, because the armor retreated back in the scarab.

"The one time I want you to talk with me..."

Stephanie shook her head, "Alright alright. Since it won't talk,", she cracked her knuckles, "I'm gonna make it talk."

The scarab quickly manifested on Nadine's back and all of its legs begun to drag her away, Stephanie chasing after them.

"Loxz-Ha!"

Threatening intentions from Stephanie Diya

"Stop this, right now!"

Loxz-Ha did as asked, allowing Nadine to stand on her own two feet again. She held a hand up to signal for Stephanie to stop running, which she did. Nadine looked at her back.

"Loxz-Ha. We clearly need to have a talk."

Very well. But not here

Nadine sighed and looked back at Stephanie. She walked over to her.

"They agreed to talk about some stuff, but they'd rather do it somewhere else."

Stephanie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "First Anth, now me. I think your scarab fuckin' hates us."

Nadine sighed, and took her shoulders in her hands as the armor gradually materialised.

"Look, I'll try and ask all the important questions. If I'm not back by six, I flew to the moon."

"What-?"

But Nadine was already flying away, finally landing on a tall building where she paced around.

"Okay, so, basics first."

Which would be?

"Okay, first, the body control thing."

I have access to your entire nervous system

"Because you're inside me."

Correct

"Right-so, about that."

What of it?

"We need to establish this thing known to us as 'boundaries' in this relationship. Do you know what boundaries are?"

Boundaries: Boundaries show where one thing ends and another begins. Boundaries in a relationship are kind of like this; they help each person figure out where one person ends and the other begins. In short, boundaries help you define what you are comfortable with and how you would like to be treated by others.

"...Yea, that. Alright, boundaries. You can't just take control over my body whenever you feel like it."

But you were in-

"I know, I know. I was in danger, and thanks for looking out for me. But still, I'd rather not wake up in places I don't remember going and with people I don't know. It can be terrifying."

And what do you propose?

"You will only take control of my body either when it is absolutely necessary, or when I give you explicit permission to do so. Okay?"

Hm...very well. This seems reasonable

"Good. Now, you never told me why you were here. Is there even a reason?"

...I lost someone close to me. I have been trying to track them down for a long time

"O-Oh...I'm sorry."

Do not be. That is an issue for me to fix, now that I have a suitable host again

"I promise to help you, but only if you can follow the last rule I have for this relationship for now."

Which is?

"No killing. No lethal weapons."

...Boring

"Loxz!"

Fine! Fine! I wil entertain your pacifistic beliefs

"Thank you. And in turn, I'll help you find your friend."

I know you will

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Stephanie held onto her bass as they waited for Nadine to come to their practice, the others sitting on the stage as they waited too. She abruptly stood up.

"She went to the moon.", she said.

"Who?", Pearl asked, just as the window of the abandoned gymnasium shattered and Nadine landed on the ground, more gracefully this time, but still a bit rough.

"I didn't go to the moon!", she announced as the armor retreated.

"Ah, you're back!", Pearl said, "How's the girlfriend?"

Anthony smacked her head for that.

"Dude! What the hell??", the girl asked, to which Anthony rolled his eyes.

Nadine was used to this behaviour from the two. Always bickering over the littlest things. She walked to the stage, shrugging the comment off.

"Yep, I'm back. And Loxz-Ha says they're fine."

"Did it say any ways to remove it?", Anthony asked.

"No, I didn't ask."

"Oh for fuck's sake, what did you ask?"

Nadine thought that behaviour was a bit odd for Anthony. She would expect this type of outburst from Stephanie, but Anthony? Maybe she did do something wrong this time. She could hear a chuckle in her head.

My~ Someone is jealous

"Loxz-Ha, that's just not true."

Anthony groaned, dragging a hand over his face, "What now?"

"They said you were jealous or something."

Anthony froze, looking away. Nadine blinked in confusion before Pearl continued the conversation.

"What did you ask it, dude?"

"Hm? Oh, right, I asked why it was here."

"And it told you?"

Nadine nodded, "They're here in hopes of finding one of their friends. Apparently they got lost a couple of years back."

"You think that blue guy from the video might be that friend?"

"Very likely. He crossed all the boxes, but I'll have to find him somehow."

Both her and Pearl placed a hand on their respective chins to figure something out. Pearl's eyes then lit up as she raised an arm in the air and pointed upwards.

"You could become a superhero!"

All three blinked at her, letting out near simultaneous 'what's.

"Think about it.", Pearl explained, "That guy was clearly a superhero. So, if you become one too, you are bound to get noticed. Like a school girl waiting for her crush to notice her."

"My what-"

"What I'm trying to say is, you can both use this cool armor thing for good and use it to find the blue guy."

"Huh...this...could work, actually.", Nadine admitted.

"Okay okay, time out.", Stephanie finally said, making a time out motion with her hands, "You sure you're ready to fight with that thing? It dragged you out of my garage this morning."

"It did what-?"

"Anthony.", Nadine said slowly as she took hold of his arms, "Calm down. You too, Steph. Trust me, we sorted those things out. And, well, the scarab is designed to protect me so, I'll be fine...probably."

"Probably isn't good enough.", Anthony responded as he held her back, "You could get seriously hurt. You don't know what this thing can do."

Loxz-Ha was offended. How dare this meat think them incapable of defending their host properly? Not only that, but his touch filled Loxz-Ha with some form of jealousy. It was possessiveness. This was their host. Thankfully, Nadine Estrada took his hands off.

"Come on, Anth. You got to give me some trust."

"Nad, this isn't like trusting you won't go off-beat in the drumset. You're putting your life on the line and for what? So you can get the attention of some blue guy?"

Nadine shook her head, "Anth, this isn't about just the blue guy.", she said, hands on her chest, "This is about what I can do with these powers that have been given to me. I always talk about wanting to help people in more ways than just giving spare change or taking out my neighbours' trash. Now, I can finally do something that helps the city. Can't you see that this is my chance? I'm ready-more than ready for this."

"But-"

"You can trust this face, can't you?"

Anthony hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting about before finally turning his head away.

"...Fine."

Nadine gave him a small smile. She was glad he cared for her so much.

"Soooo.", Pearl started, "What's your superhero name gonna be?"

"Oh, hmm.", now that would be a little tricky. Should she use Loxz-Ha's name as her superhero name? No, it didn't really sound like one and she would just be stealing her partner's name. Maybe an insect? A color, like the Green Lantern?

"I think...I am..."

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"-in latest news, this new superhero dubbed by the criminals as the 'Green Scarab', has made their debute in Gotham City just tonight. Exclusive footage reveals this new arrival's shocking abilities as they cut vehicles in half, and made use of sonic weapons. Police reports indicate that the new armored vigilante was in quite the rush."

The feed cut to a police officer being interviewed, "It dropped the stolen goods and the guns of those bastards right behind the police barricade, then they just up and flew away! It was weird as shit!"

"Did the vigilante show any ill intent towards you?"

"Nah man. They just dropped in, did our job for us-along with wrecking a couple of cars-and left."

The feed then cut back to the reporter.

"There is still no confirmation from heroes in the Justice League as to whether or not this is a legitimate new member, or just a mere avenger taking it out on the streets. Until we get more updates on this thrilling situation, we move on to Donald for the weather."

Jaime did not even get to put food in his mouth, his spoon hovering over the plate as he stared at the tv with his mouth wide open.

"Bro, the milk is dripping all over your pants.", Milagro, who had just come in, commented.

"Oh, mierda.", Jaime muttered as he placed the bowl on the table in front of him, "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?", he whisper-shouted.

Milagro shrugged before she walked into the kitchen behind him, "I was hungry. Don't tell on me!"

"No lo haré. Calmarse.", he said as he turned back to the tv, even if his mind was not on the news. He let the tv and Milagro's faint noises around him be backround noises as he reached to Khaji-Da.

"You know them?", he whispered to the scarab.The armor looked way too similar to his for it to be a coincidence.

I believe I do., Khaji-Da confirmed, But I can only assume who this scarab is. Unless I manage to get their serial number

"Like how yours is Khaji-Da?"

Yes. Unless we figure this factor out, we can not know what their intentions are

"They said Gotham, right? So that's where we need to go."

"You talking to Khaji again?", Milagro asked as she was ready to leave, cacahuates japones in hand. Jaime nodded. "Tell them buenas noches from me, m'kay?", she said before skipping away.

Alright, they were going to Gotham.

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intrepidacious · 1 year

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hi! ok I just wanted to ask someone who knows how tumblr works haha

so I found someone who writes amazing content so I decided to follow them. I binged lots of their fics earlier today and when I checked their profile again later, their profile doesn’t show. It seems they might have blocked me and I don’t know why :( I commented that I loved their fics and the comments are removed. my profile has my age and I am decently active on reposting & commenting on fics. This happened to me one other time too so I just am confused I guess :( I tried to message them but it said it wouldn’t go through so that makes me think I’m blocked? I guess I don’t know why a couple people blocked me? Just kinda made me sad bc I really enjoy their work but now I won’t be able to see anymore ☹️😢

happy to!! 💛

first thing you gotta remember that in all likelihood, your getting blocked is nothing personal. reasons for blocking someone on tumblr include but aren't limited to:

you don't have your age (range) listed in your bio/clearly visible on your blog

the age you have listed doesn't adhere to boundaries a blog has set (f.e. you're a minor, or it only says "18+" which i know many writers don't accept)

your blog is completely empty i.e. you don't post/reblog stuff

you don't reblog other people's writing

you spam like posts

you've never changed the default icon/header to something else

people don't vibe with the things you reblog

your theme is a colour they don't like

a lot of the time, it comes down to everyone's preferences. god knows i've been blocked by people and didn't understand why, but frankly it's none of my business. most likely, you won't ever find out, either. everyone is creating their own online space, and sometimes that means having a quick blocking finger. i'm sorry that you won't be able to read those stories anymore but you have to accept creators' boundaries.

however, there are some things you can do and try to prevent getting blocked in the future. these are only a couple of suggestions around tumblr etiquette i've picked up on over the years; if anyone else wants to chip in here, please do!!

1. make sure your blog is, by all appearances, that of a human being

this might sound stupid because of course, you are a human, but with the recent bot wars it's all the more important to double check for red flags.

check your url. does it include a random string of numbers, lots of dashes, just a name and an adjective? all of these have been indicative of porn bots and people might block you on sight.

change your icon and your header. yes, both of them. there are lots of creators on here who make wonderful fandom related headers and icons, or you can create your own with canva. just be sure to follow creators' rules and preferably reblog their creation

change your blog title. if your account is new, it will just say "untitled", which is another indication you might not be a human. use quotes, song lyrics, anything you enjoy

add a bio. this is where you put your name or nickname (you can make one up) age, age range, links to second blogs (if applicable), more quotes, whatever. i prefer my bio short and to the point, but that doesn't have to be you.

important: do this for all blogs and side blogs you use regularly. if you have a second blog for reblogging fics, you need to put up your age there as well, or at least visibly link to your main blog so creators can see you're not a minor. the harder it is to verify that you're an adult, the more likely it is that you will get blocked

2. know the different kinds of interactions on tumblr and navigate them well

there's a difference between liking, commenting, reblogging, and reposting, and it's important. lots of people use reblogging and reposting interchangeably, but that's actually incorrect and can lead to serious mishaps. let's dissect them one by one.

liking.

you're familiar with the like from other social media platforms. you tap a post twice or hit the little heart at the bottom of the post and it's added to your likes. wonderful, right? well. tumblr is a little different.

tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. let me say that again. there is no algorithm on tumblr. i guess there is, on the for you page, but that doesn't count because it's really shit. the only important thing on tumblr is your dashboard, and your dashboard only shows original posts and the reblogs of those posts from people you follow.

no one cares about your likes. your likes don't do shit. that's why creatives on here keep talking about reblogs. you need to reblog things on tumblr in order for them to get seen. it's a snowballing effect. likes are nice and all, but they're private. they're not contributing to a story or an artwork being seen by more people. they're essentially empty interaction. what's more, should a post get deleted for whatever reason, that post is gone for you forever.

i know some people use their likes as bookmarks for things they want to look at later, but i would strongly urge you not to do that. people block serial likers, because most of the time it is, sadly, very unlikely that they will come back and actually interact with the post again. that's just the way it is. we can thank tiktok and instagram for that. again, tumblr doesn't have an algorithm. if you want to genuinely support and encourage people on here, you need to do more than liking.

commenting.

this is a step up from liking, because you're actually interacting now. a comment will show up in the activity of the person whose post you left it on and of the original poster (op)—more on that distinction in a minute. comments are encouraged especially on ask/answer type posts, or as a reply to an earlier reblog.

when it comes to fanfic, there are, again, pros and cons. you can only leave a comment from your main blog, which means that even if you have a second account where you reblog fics, there's not necessarily a link between the two. this can lead to your getting blocked if you've never reblogged a fic to your main blog. on the other hand, if people comment on your fic without reblogging it, but they do reblog other people's fics, that can also rub creators the wrong way because it creates a strange sort of hierarchy: why those fics? why not mine?

important thing to note: i am not saying that to make anyone feel bad about "just" commenting, i just want you to be aware that this might go on in a creator's head. it has in mine. i'm very aware that this is a me problem, but it's also a reason why people might get blocked out of the blue, which is why i wanted to bring it up.

reblogging.

ah yes, reblogging. reblogging is the thing that makes tumblr tumblr, and it's so easy to do. you just hit the little 🔁 symbol at the bottom of the post, and boom, it's reblogged to your own blog. everyone who follows you can now see it on their dashboard, and if they reblog it, their followers can see it, and so on and so forth. every time someone reblogs a post from you, you will get a notification in your activity, and so will the op.

reblogs are the heart and soul of tumblr. yes, original posts are (usually) individual creations, but the community aspect of this site is born through the reblog. there are different variations on how to reblog. all are valid, because all help spreading posts around.

the empty reblog is the quickest option. there's literally a quick reblog option on mobile: if you hold your finger on the reblog button for a second or so, you will see your icon appear. if you swipe in that direction, the post gets immediately reblogged to your blog. something similar can be done on desktop with the xkit browser extension. it's fast, it's easy, it gets the job done. it's perfect for when you like a post but don't have anything specific to say/reply.

the reblog with tags is the second fastest option. tags, on tumblr, are sort of the sotto voce version of comments. yes, you can use tagging to organise your blog and make your posts easily findable (is that a word?) but the real fun begins when little asides are added. you can keysmash in the tags. you can put your thoughts in the tags. you can go full caps without it looking overwhelming in the actual post. if you're just starting to comment on things, the tags are a great place to start, because the actual post will keep looking the same; the tags are just a little additional bonus for both you and the creator. this is what you would use for the majority of posts that aren't works of art in any way, too, like text posts you want to find again, polls, photographs etc.

the reblog with additions though? oh boy. that's the real stuff. imagine it as clipping on your thoughts to the post, right there for everyone to see. you can add gifs, and memes, and change the font, and change the colour, and scream, and keysmash, and ramble without limitations. it's like catnip for the op. if you reblog a fic, a moodboard, a piece of art, a gifset, whatever it is, and you put your thoughts underneath? man, it's amazing.

side note: if you're new to commenting on people's fics and you don't know what to say, i highly recommend referring to this post. (btw i linked my reblog so it can act as an example of the different forms of adding to a post: there were other reblogs before mine, and i've added tags. useful in its content and as an example!!)

reposting.

this is where we need to be careful. reblogs are great. reposts are theft. where's the difference? reposting refers to you copying another creator's work, whatever it may be, and creating a new post without any indication to the original person's efforts. even if you do include their url, you will most likely get reported and blocked. because now, you've become the op of this copied post, and the actual creator will get absolutely nothing.

you will most likely have seen banners in fic communities that state something along the lines of "don't copy or translate any of my work to this or any other site". that's what this refers to. this would also include the following:

posting another writer's story to ao3/wattpad/another fic site of your choice without their permission. you can absolutely never do this. "but what if"—NO. never. fullstop.

some creators allow translations of their work, but you can only ever share those with their explicit permission and proper credit.

saving a gif to use without linking back to the artist. this is maybe my biggest gripe. yes, i know this site sucks at making gifs searchable, but still, you can't do this. and no, "credit goes to the original artist" doesn't count, where did that bullshit even come from? it makes me so mad. that's not giving credit, that's being lazy.

3. be nice, and have fun

this is fandom, and it's supposed to be a hobby. this is supposed to be a good time. none of us are getting paid for any of this. yes, we're all passionate about what we do, whether we're looking at other people's creations or we make them ourselves. we're fans of that common thing, and isn't that great?

just a little more internet etiquette that's not really tumblr specific but could be a good reminder for everyone:

not everything is for you, and that's okay

if something's not for you, scroll away

if you don't like what someone is posting, ignore them. mute them. block them.

do not ever, and i mean ever, send anyone hate. you don't know who's on the other side of the screen. block them and move on. life's too fucking short.

don't correct people's grammar/spelling. only assholes do that. if you can't help yourself and they're a person you've interacted with before, shoot them a private message and be nice about it.

don't offer unsolicited advice. i don't care if you want to give constructive criticism to help the other person. unless they've explicitly asked you to do that, don't. you'll get blocked so quick, and you'll ruin someone's day.

if you're reading a fic that's not finished yet, don't ask for an update. yes, you're excited for the story to continue. but "part 2", "when's the next chapter out", "more please" and so on are all things that put pressure on creators whether that's your intention or not. it gives us the impression that what we've already put out is never enough. and that sucks. by all means, be excited about what comes next, but not like this.

read!! old!! fics!!!! the beauty of tumblr being the way it is is that there's zero shame in interacting with older posts. it's not like you're liking a seven year old post on instagram. in fact, if you're commenting on a seven year old fic/gifset/moodboard/artwork on tumblr, i can guarantee you're gonna make that creator's day.

i'm absolutely positive that i've forgotten something in this post even though it's longer than several of my wips, so if any of my moots want to add something that'd be great!! in fact i'm gonna tag some of you because you know what? if you've read all of this you deserve a kiss. have a wonderful day 💛

@marvelettesassemblenow @barnesafterglow @imaginearyparties @aphrogeneias @brandycranby @writing-for-marvel @foreverindreamlandd @sanguineterrain @demxters @wildlivelychild

#inbox

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yuurivoice · 1 year

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Just wanted to say that even though I do avoid exploring any tags related to me, I do absolutely recognize and appreciate a ton of you who regularly post awesome art, headcanons, and memes.

A lot of that is thanks to people sharing those fun, awesome things! Reblogs where I end up seeing them on mutuals blogs and stuff helps, so share and gas each other up!

There are people in this community that have been here for years, who have seen this entire corner of the internet shift and grow for better or worse. The OGs who have been around before I ever made this blog know how far the community has come, how much it's stayed the same, and how much it has changed. And I've grown along with it. My aspirations and hopes and creativity has evolved so much from just doing silly little posts as an anime twink to having a full blown web series.

Despite that growth, I am still just a guy trying to tell his stories and make some voices while doing it. I have a small team around me, and without them this would be even more difficult than it already is. We're not corporate, we're independent artists and freelancers and creatives just trying to do cool stuff, and are lucky enough that something worked.

I've failed so much over the course of my life. You see the results of things, and for the most part are incredibly kind and supportive. Thousands upon thousands have appreciated my work in one way or another, and that's a dream come true for me. I never bothered wanting anything more in my life than to share stories with people. I didn't have a bucket list, or many aspirations. I was at a dead end and ready to just give up. That mentality and the time spent going in circles did a lot of damage over time.

But you found me, whether it was 6 years ago or a week ago, and whatever support and vibes you've sent my way have mattered. I won't ever lose sight of that.

I wanted to say that because I know I am not as ingrained into my own community as an active participant and that may make me seem distant, or stuck up, or something. It's not for any sort of disdain or lack of appreciation though, it's just me, and trying to keep my head clear.

You don't get an instruction manual when you're suddenly a niche internet micro celebrity. They don't tell you about scrolling through fan art at 3am and then seeing the nastiest, most mean spirited, bad faith takes about your work you've ever seen. Shit is weird, man. And it's not for me, because I give way too much of a shit about my art, and that's a flaw. My skin has gotten thicker over the years, but what happens on days when your mental health is in the shitter? Weeks where I've been fighting my demons and losing can't afford me the grace to step on a weird internet landmine brought on by the symptoms of being a creative trying and failing and succeeding all at once in a world where everyone on the internet has an opinion they want to shout into the void.

And people can do that! It's my responsibility to look after myself and set those boundaries for my own comfort, not anyone's fault for just doing their thing on the internet, ya know? Once you put yourself out there, you have to accept that people are gonna people. Same irl, shit, I've been a fat kid my whole life, I'm certainly no stranger to people being obscenely rude for no reason other than they like the sound of their own voice.

I just wanted y'all to know that even though we're well beyond the "little internet family" vibes that some creators foster, I'm not up in some ivory tower (ha, said the thing) looking down like a curmudgeon. I am rooting especially hard for all the fellow creatives out there on their own journeys, wanting to share their passion and dreams with the world as well. I want you to win, and succeed, and find fulfillment with whatever drives you to make things.

Guess I was in my feelings a little bit and just wanted to say that I do see many of you and am thankful you've allowed me to play some kind of role in entertaining, comforting, or inspiring you. That means the world to me.

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nom-central · 9 months

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Please Read!

Howdy! I’m Kon, and this is my nonsexual vore sideblog! Here I’ll be posting various vore fics/drabbles, scenarios, and whatever else comes to mind! This is a nonsexual blog, I don’t personally view/use vore as a sexual fetish, and all of the content here is soft/safe (unless I tag it as open-ended, then it’s up to your interpretation).

Most of my content focuses on humans/humanoids, object heads, robots, etc. Essentially anything human-shaped! You won’t find any furry content here, as I’m not one. Same thing goes for feral content, it makes me uncomfortable. I have a marked preference for male preds but I like just about most things, and this blog dabbles in all kinds of different scenarios! I enjoy stuffing as well, so it’ll be featured on this blog sometimes (though it’ll always be tagged).

Though I view vore through a nonsexual lens, I’d prefer it if minors didn’t interact with me. Vore is still VERY fetishized by many regardless of my personal intent, and growing up in the tumblr vore community has taught me plenty of lessons about it. Minors should be exploring their interest in vore with their peers away from adults that may have bad intentions and can easily manipulate them, so consider this blog 18+ and please stay away!

I’d also like it if irl fetish blogs, proship folks, and general bigots didn’t interact with me. You’re getting blocked on sight if you break my dni or disrespect my boundaries by leaving creepy comments on my work. I don't deal in any of the more "nsfw" types of vore, I'm a sex repulsed asexual person who isn't here for porn. NSFW blogs, if you're going to interact with me please don't send me any asks or dms about it, try to flirt with me through vore, or anything of the sort.

Otherwise, you’re welcome to come chat and talk to me about stuff! Most of the things I write are with my ocs that I love dearly, and i enjoy getting the chance to talk about them! I also take vore writing requests, and you can find my guidelines here!

Please give this a like if you read this!

List of fandoms I’m in under the cut:

- Poke.mon

- Mega.man

- Lobo/tomy Corp, Lib.rary of Rui.na, and Lim.bus Comp.any

- LOZ

- Spla.toon

- SMB as a whole

- Star.bound

- OFF

- N.S.R

- Under.tale

- H.S.R

- Bomb Rush Cy.berfunk

- Dung/eon Mes/hi

#speakin words

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enzymedevice · 4 months

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Long pinned post because I got excited about the idea of embedding a lot of hyperlinks

Greetings! I’m Enzyme or Q, and I’m an asexual transneutral person who uses he/him pronouns. The primary word I use to describe myself is "goth" and I like comics, robots, weird films, visual kei and fashionable gay people ✨

Other equalities data that may be helpful for some people to know:

I have autism, Tourette's and an intersex variation; I identify as disabled, am mostly white-passing and have a mixed-religion upbringing that has led me to identify as agnostic. I don’t live in the US.

With regards to what you’ll find on this blog, I work in sex ed and aim to work in funeralcare so there’ll be some heavy or sexual content here - often in the form of stupid jokes - that I don’t tag for. I do tag for gore, however, under gore cw. If you notice me posting things you’re uncomfortable with under a certain tag, please block that tag.

My visual art can be found under the tag my art.

My poetry (a hit on my DeviantArt but a cringe footnote in my Tumblr history) can be found under the tag my poetry.

If you’d like to see only my art relating to my favourite subject matter, I can present you with gay people grimacing, which is exactly what it says on the tin.

I also have a tag for appreciating other people's art! Most of my blog is this.

I try to tag fandoms/subjects appropriately! These don’t represent my favourite things in general, but my most oft-used fandom tags are probably for Doctor Who, Naruto (more specifically Orochimaru), JoJo, Dracula, Castlevania (games and TV series), Cats the musical, DC Comics (more specifically Legion of Super-Heroes), The Case Study of Vanitas and Homestuck. Pokémon sideblog @mareaniewife. Additionally, I like a bunch of horror/gore/weird antiquated media that crops up from time to time. In terms of subject matter, I currently also use the tags goth stuff, trans stuff, undertaker stuff, robots tag and placeholder cannibalism tag, the cannibalism tag I wanted a delicious name for but nothing bit :(

I know that writing a DNI won’t actually act as a preventative measure since anyone can just go on the internet and lie but considering I’m in my 20s I would prefer that anyone under 18 interacting with me proceed with caution since the content I share is not for you. This isn’t a slight on you, merely a personal boundary I choose to set.

Likewise, visible TERFs, trans/homophobes, racists/Islamophobes/antisemites, ableists, people arguing about shipping in a way that annoys me, people with a DNI criterion that resembles me or anyone else that just rubs me the wrong way for no discernible reason will be blocked on sight. It’s no big deal, I just prefer to look at things on here that don’t make me sad.

If I express enjoying some problematic media, please assume that I’m aware of all the things wrong with it and have, offline in my own time, unpacked its nuances, cherrypicking the things I like about it to uplift online.

… That's all I can think of to write! No one will read this ever.

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trickstarbrave · 8 months

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i wrote more concubine au stuff.

this is part 2, you can find part 1 here

i dont know why this has such a vice grip on my brain

once again content warnings for abuse being discussed, sexual assaulted mentioned, slavery, drugs mentioned. that will prob be for the whole concubine au even tho its mostly horny shenanigans of acting like they are concubine and master

Voryn waited anxiously for Nerevar to wake up, looking over the report the healers gave him.

After being stripped, Nerevar had far more injuries on him. A few burn marks. Whip marks that healed and scarred poorly. Heavy bruising both internal and external on his stomach from being kicked repeatedly. Showing some signs of malnutrition. His body also showed signs that he was developing a dependance on skooma and was also taking, as the healer noted, “some hack-job birth control potion no one should be drinking, let alone so often”.

It made Voryn feel sick to his stomach. His bright, shining guard and closest friend had suffered so much--and for what? His heritage that he had no control over? Because some smug bastard saw his pretty face and wanted him all to himself? Had Voryn known this would happen, he wouldn’t have let Nerevar out of his sight. He would have sent Gilvoth away from the stronghold and kept Nerevar close.

Of course, such feelings of anxiety, hatred, and a desire violence that had been stewing in him the past 24 hours were not just due to seeing his friend suffer.

Gods, Voryn was heartbroken that the man he had been so painfully in love with had been hurt so severely. Voryn would have done anything to switch places--to bear that suffering in his stead. But then he felt selfish for feeling such a way. Was he truly angry that Nerevar suffered? Or was he subconsciously angry it meant he had even less of a chance to truly tell Nerevar how he felt and have a relationship with him? That only compounded his guilt and made him more miserable. Did he have a right to be so upset over what Nerevar went through? Was he overstepping boundaries? Being upset for all the wrong reasons? Voryn didn’t know. Perhaps he never would.

“Lord Dagoth,” A healer came, giving a short bow. “Nerevar has awoken.” Those three words spurred him into action and terrified him all at once. Did Voryn have any clue what he was going to say to Nerevar? Not one. He had no idea how to approach this, what to say, or how to comfort him. Yet he found himself drawn to the room, unable to stop the hurried steps, anxiously and desperately wanting to be close to him again.

The room was quiet as he entered. Nerevar laid there, eyes closed, but the position he was in and the faster rise and fall of his chest gave away that he wasn’t asleep.

“Nerevar…” Voryn breathed, moving to kneel beside his bed before taking Nerevar’s hand carefully. In response, Nerevar gave a firm squeeze back, his eyes cracking open to look at Voryn.

“... Hey.” Nerevar croaked, giving a half hearted grin. Voryn gave a soft smile back, his heart swelling. Gods, despite everything Nerevar was still the same, wasn’t he? Trying to grin and act strong and cunning, just as he always did.

“How are you feeling?” Voryn asked, unsure of how to start the conversation.

“... Like shit.” Nerevar sighed, closing his eyes again. “Nothing new with me lately though… I usually feel like shit when I wake up.” Nerevar smiled softly again, his thumb stroking against Voryn’s hand. “The healers gave me something for the pain so… Hopefully I’ll be feeling better soon.”

“Gods do I hope so…” Voryn breathed, gingerly stroking some of the hair from his face. “Even with the healers you will need time to recover, so just for now… Focus on resting, alright?” Voryn would even join the healers if needed, making a variety of potions to help heal Nerevar’s body. But the most important thing he needed right now was rest—lots and lots of rest.

Nerevar shifted slightly with a soft groan. Voryn hushed him gently, helping him move to a more comfortable position. He was thankful he had them keep the lighting low, the curtains drawn shut and very few else. No doubt his head was throbbing after being so intoxicated.

“Did you… Kill the bastard?” Nerevar asked, his voice quiet.

“The Morag Tong took care of it.” Voryn answered. “Perfectly legal and above board. Though I doubt House Dres will kick a fuss about him being dead.”

Nerevar gave a heavy sigh, though Voryn could tell it wasn’t in relief. His face was still twisted in the way it always was when he was thinking over a difficult problem.

“If it were that easy I would have just murdered him and run away.” Voryn raised an eyebrow. He had assumed the man was careful around Nerevar, keeping him bound in chains until he was physically too weak to put up a fight. If Nerevar had the chance to kill him and run, he thought Nerevar would have taken it. “Legally though, I am a slave.” He sounded disgusted saying such a thing.

“What happened exactly?” Voryn asked, now eager to hear the full story. If there was a problem with their situation, full context would help him sort it out rather than leaving Nerevar to stew on it.

“I went to the mainland looking for work. Ran into my uncle who was working as a scribe or something for some nobles. He seemed to feel rather guilty about just up and leaving me in Kogoruhn, so he offered a bed for a few days while I looked for work…” Nerevar sighed.

“Had he been lying?”

“No—no, he was being honest. I stayed. Had some food. We discussed my mother a bit but to be honest I didn’t want to find out all that much about her or anything.” Nerevar’s mother was a sore spot for him. All he knew was she just left to go hunting one day and never came back without giving him so much as a goodbye. He didn’t have many fond memories of her because of this, and didn’t enjoy talking about her. “But it seems my stay managed to piss off the Ra’athim noble he worked for. He ended up getting stabbed—non lethally at least—for hiding me. I ended up in chains the second I woke up in my shitty little apartment I rented.”

“And they shipped you off to House Dres.”

“Exactly.” Nerevar groaned. “That bastard Anaryl was the first noble to look at me. He thought he might be able to just send me to the saltrice plantations or even force me to work as a guard, but during my… ‘Physical’,” Nerevar nearly gagged just saying that word. Voryn didn’t need to be told the details—they likely had him stripped down in front of the noble without even a thread to cover him. “He took a… Special interest in me we’ll say and decided to take me home.”

He no doubt saw Nerevar as some kind of fetish and conquest, something that made Voryn’s blood boil. But he tried to remain calm, letting Nerevar continue.

“After that I tried nearly everything to get away. Tried sneaking out. Tried bribing guards with sex. Bribing city guards—fucking anything…” Nerevar put his arm over his eyes, looking ashamed and defeated. “They didn’t help me out, not out of fear of Anaryl--they refused because they knew the other House Dres nobles would come after them if they did. Anaryl could die a thousand deaths or even be murdered by some skooma addict in broad daylight and they wouldn’t give a shit. But they did care about keeping me in chains.”

“Why you in particular…?”

“The Ra’athim clan took a pretty big offense to me going free, I guess.” Nerevar sighed. “Or at least that noble had a major stick up his ass… He paid them good money and told them if I’m seen walking free there would be hell to pay. Said it was disgraceful I was allowed to serve as a free guard for a great house and got tutored alongside their young lord.” Voryn’s eyebrow twitched, more rage bubbling away inside him. They were using the fact he cared for Nerevar against him, trying to punish him further all because Voryn didn’t see him as lesser.

Perhaps if Voryn hadn’t been so attached and affectionate, this wouldn’t have happened. But Voryn refused to dwell on that thought, shoving it aside. He refused to blame himself for this. How was it his fault he wanted to be with his friend? That he had a crush on the white haired chimer with such a mischievous little smile and even more sly personality? It wasn’t. It was the stupid, bitter Ra’athim clan who clung onto blood purity like the foolish Altmer in the isles their people left long ago. They saw Nerevar—a gorgeous, intelligent, powerful mer—and decided his existence disproved their warped ideology, so they wanted to bring him low.

“And after my constant attempts at breaking out, I made more than a few enemies among the Dres nobles…Not to mention some others in the house are starting to speak up against slavery, which is threatening their profits.” Nerevar made a disgusted look. “You killing Anaryl they’ll have no problems with, especially with the guild. They expected him to die sooner or later. What they will have a problem with is you stealing a high value, expensive slave of theirs and trying to set him free. They’ll take it personally, and march up here ready to drag me back.”

“They—“ Voryn opened his mouth to snap that they would take Nerevar over his dead body, but he knew this was more serious than that. If this had been the Telvanni they would have let it go. Voryn killed a man and took what he was owed. If they found traces linking Voryn back to the ‘theft’ he could offer a trade to have them look the other way: spell scrolls, ancient tomes, some dirt on enemies, Dwemer metal, or even just gold depending. But House Dres were stubborn and would appeal to the courts rather than sort it out themselves. And Voryn knew legally they would win that case, regardless of what he wanted. Voryn would be let go with nothing more than a slap on his wrist given his status, but they would drag Nerevar back and punish him even more.

“… What do you suggest?” Voryn asked, his voice low once more, now hollow. He thought he had done everything right: he found Nerevar, killed the man holding him, and brought him to safety. He couldn’t bear having Nerevar ripped from his arms again.

“… I had a few plans in mind.” Nerevar began, removing his arm. “Very specific plans I was never able to put into motion, but now with some freedoms… They may work, though they’re less ideal.”

Of course. Clever, clever Neht would have been thinking ways out of this.

“What plan do you think would be the best?” Voryn asked. “Whatever it is, I’ll make sure it happens.”

Nerevar gave another long, drawn out sigh, closing his eyes.

“House Dres won’t stand to let me go free.” He began. “And they didn’t think highly of Anaryl, not trusting his judgment.” No doubt if Dres Anaryl hadn’t been the first person to lay eyes on Nerevar, the rest of the nobles wouldn’t have let Nerevar fall into his hands. “But we can use that against them.”

“How so?” Voryn raised an eyebrow.

“You can forge documents that make it look like he sold you to me.” Voryn blinked. “They’d have less of a legal case against you. The only problem will be they’d doubt it, and want to see it in person.” Voryn had to pause his thinking, letting the sentence sink in. Just as it was dawning on him what Nerevar was suggesting, Nerevar continued. “They might try to claim it’s fake at first and catch you out on it, but if they see you treating me like a slave and concubine, they’ll have even less in court.”

It was true. Even if they tried to take it to court, any judge would roll their eyes and send them out. Voryn would have the slave paperwork in order, no witnesses to the ‘deal’ being made, and treated Nerevar as a slave. As far as the court would be concerned, they’d have no proof of actual theft. Dres Anaryl was sometimes quite foolish, making poor deals or losing coin gambling. They can dislike it all they want, but as far as a judge would be concerned they would just be making a fuss over a shitty deal Anaryl made himself, throwing around accusations to try and double cross Voryn.

“Not to mention, since I’m disliked by several of them,” Nerevar continued, “They’d probably get a sick thrill knowing my ‘former friend’ bought me and was using me. To the point they’d laugh it off and go home, regardless of if you ‘stole’ me or not.” Another valid point, using their own sadism against them would be beneficial. There was only one problem with the plan that had Voryn so tense:

It meant treating Nerevar as a concubine. Flirting with him, touching him, kissing and groping at him… Probably more, to make it seem convincing.

What torture it would be to have to touch and hold the man he loved dearly, but have to act like he didn’t mean it in private. Would he be able to stay sane? Would the mask slip?

No. Voryn couldn’t afford to worry about that now. He could unpack it later, deal with it on his own time. Right now this was their safest bet to keep Nerevar safe. Once they left, Nerevar could enjoy a few years of peace in Kogoruhn before they figured out a new act to allow Nerevar freedom.

“… If you think it would be for the best,”

“Voryn,” Nerevar reached over, taking his hand once again and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “If you don’t want to, I can think of something else.”

“No no,” Voryn shook his head, “Your plan is sound. If anything I’m just… Afraid I’ll hurt you more in our act. That’s all.” He could give a little white lie. Say he was only concerned for Nerevar’s sake alone.

Nerevar gave another soft smile, warmth dancing in his eyes. “We can take some precautions.” Nerevar reassured him. “Lay down some ground rules of what’s completely off the table. Get a safe word or two. Not to mention practice before they come knocking at our door.”

Ah, already the word ‘our’ was making Voryn’s heart flutter. But he shoved that feeling down; he could savor that tender affection for later, in the privacy of his own room.

“Well, I’m certainly thankful I was trained in seduction and torture then.” Voryn joked, earning a snort from Nerevar. “I suppose those skills will finally be of use.”

“I guess they will.” Nerevar gave a lopsided grin back, before reaching out to affectionately stroke Voryn’s cheek. “… I also trust you more than anyone.” Nerevar’s voice was soft and tender now, vulnerable. “I know you’ll take care of me and protect me.”

“I will.” Voryn swore, holding Nerevar’s hand to his cheek. “I’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll figure out our roles and how we’ll act once you’ve healed up and I’ve sorted out the paperwork.” Voryn could have kissed Nerevar from how beautiful he looked with that expression, but he held himself back. Instead he savored the feeling of Nerevar’s hand against his face, resolving himself to do everything to keep Neht here, right where he belonged.

#nerevoryn #nerevar #indoril nerevar #voryn dagoth #morrowind #my writing #concubine au

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 year

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My weekly roundup CW 18

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences.

And yes, this will contain spoilers!

☼ 1. Love Mate

I am thrilled and I decided to ignore the permanent crossing of boundaries. The series is so funny and not in a too embarrassing way. I cringe insanely fast and here it really kept within limits because the jokes just ended in time and were not exhausted until it hurts. We have grumpy-I-don't-believe-in-love-guy and the sunshine-I-fell-in-love-with-you-at-first-sight-guy (and yes, those are their names for me now) and the two have good chemistry and I just go awww. Grumpy guy is actually already smitten, just doesn't want to admit it to himself that someone has managed to break through his shell. And sunshine guy is just an idiot in love, who knows no boundaries and would do anything to convince his crush that love can be beautiful. And I am sitting in the front row rooting for him. Maybe because I can identify too much with grumpy-guy and find it quite nice to watch his heart slowly being conquered. Great series! Clear recommendation!

→ 2. My Story

Cutest scene this week goes to:

Zeke and Fifth are such flirts with each other and they both know they like the other and I think Zeke knows Fifth likes him too, it's just Fifth hasn't quite figured out that Zeke likes him too. There's still the belief that the latter might have a crush on Kim. Oh my little Fifth…you two are inseparable, Zeke doesn't leave your side unless you intentionally leave him behind, he is constantly flirting with you and bringing you coffee in bed. He actively and repeatedly seeks your proximity and wants you as a nude model! How many more clues do you need!? The preview for the next episode looks very promising! The main couple? Still not of interest to me. I lost interest in their story at some point and currently have no plans to get back in. They are not bad, Zeke and Fifth are just way cuter together.

Random scene I just don't understood what was happening or why:

↑ 3. Our Dining Table

How nice that the two of them ran into each other and Yutaka was able to experience the magic of the mother's special recipe. And when Minoru saw how differently his friend treated Tane and how Yutaka treated him, I think that was the moment when he finally fell in love. The look he gave Yutaka definitely speaks volumes. The story has some deeper parts, but it's still such a feel-good watch during the week. Some mid-week relaxation.

↓ 4. Happy Merry Ending

I think we all know that SeungJun's best friend is in love with him. Drama preprogrammed? We will have to wait and see. But I'm afraid this is a feast for writers. I'd like to see a plot twist like this, when you think that the two main characters get together and in the end it's the best friend who has also been in love with one of them for ages who becomes endgame (yes, my wish for The Promise). Won't happen, but I'd think it would be cool. Other than that, we got to see cute scenes between the characters and a bit of SeungJun's past, which is really not pleasant and I can get why he is how he is. Best scene so far is definitely the last scene of episode four when JaeHyun encourages SeungJun. Even though I was a little disappointed that they didn't dance with each other. Let's wait until the hand holding, then that will be my little tummy tickling scene!

↑ 5. Step by Step

I really enjoyed this episode again. What a roller coaster of emotions here! Maybe it was because the colleagues didn't appear that often and Jeng was also a bit more bearable again. At least he takes to heart what the employees have to say about him. And honestly, I love the looks he gives Pat! I was going to make a gifset, but then Photoshop broke, and after trying five times, reinstalling the application a zillion times, and ending up throwing Adobe completely off my computer, I figured there's currently a curse on it, I'm not touching the scenes again! But I think it won't be the last time he looks at Pat with that loving look. Such a handsome man. I'm a sucker for men in suits, but in this case, casual black shirts look soooo much better. As for the plot…I was too distracted by Jeng 😂

↓ 6. La Pluie

The mood of this week goes to:

It could have been over so easily and so quickly…well, Phat took his fate into his own hands and fell in love…That is shit. And in the end, I really just sat there and kept asking myself: What's happening right now? Are Tai and Lomfon falling for each other? What? And the scene where our precious vet is making out with someone and it starts to rain and Tai hears everything…that hurt amazingly bad. It left me speechless for a moment. I'm really curious to see where the journey goes. But I found a new motto this week: Unfuck it! Love it! Tian is the best! Someone needs to give him a really big hug. The poor kid is going through enough with his brothers and his arch-nemesis, who he's slowly falling for and who is slowly falling for his brother himself. Or this is just to get closer to Tian or just a representation of how people can bond over what they have in common without anything romantic having to happen right away, but I think we're all so influenced by our bl series that guys/men immediately flirt with each other and fall in love when there's common ground and a lively conversation. Just saw that the series is marked 18+ on MDL. Just wondering what made them give it that rating. iQiyi has it rated 13+.

↑ 7. Naked Dining

Okay, the moon thing was really cute. The moon means "I love you" and Mahori panics because he's already sent it. Honey, don't worry, Futa sends back a picture of the moon and everyone is happy! The female colleague will definitely make trouble, because of course now she has noticed how great Futa actually is or because she has been in love with him for a long time anyway. I don't really like this pretend you're my boyfriend acts because it always ends up with the girl falling in love and provoking drama. On the cuter hand, I thought it was cute when Mahori confessed having a crush on someone.

↓ 8. The Promise

Why do you have to drag everything out sooo much? Come on! These two like each other. This game is getting boring. Let them get together! And not just in a dreamed up deleted scene. What was that? I have no idea where to place that scene. Did either of them dream this? And if so, when? When Nan was in Party's arms? And Party, my man…you really are one of the best! Phu…get off your duff. Have faith in your best friend that even if he doesn't love you back, he won't abandon you. And Nan, please listen to your heart. I really feel like I write the same thing every week. I probably do, because a blind man with a cane can see that they like each other, but nothing seems to progress! It's frustrating!

↓ 9. A Boss and a Babe

Okay, so the topics are tough at times and yet the series feels like light banter to me. You know what I mean? It's dramatic with rape and drug trafficking and prison, and yet you feel like you're sweeping through the series light as a feather. I'm sure that's a little bit due to the characters. Even when dramatic scenes are shown, they are immediately grinned away in the next scene or covered up by love talk. The tragedy of many things doesn't really reach the viewer. And I won't go into Gun's mother for a moment. She wants to protect her son and especially the name of the family, which I can understand. The way it's done is just off, but really not as bad as in some other series or movies. And Cher doesn't let himself be kept away from Gun, which was kind of sweet in the end.

☼ 10. House of Stars

It was a mixture of boredom and drama and sex. I think the series is trying to go in the same direction as War of Y, but with less production budget and, sorry, a worse script. We have the mistress of the house who sets the rules and everyone obeys her. We have the little yet unknown one, who will fall in love with the nice seeming model student in the next episode, we have the competing pair, where you don't know exactly what's going on, we have the two in love, where I'm not sure if they are already a couple or not yet and we have the stalker, who finds the aggressive, heterosexual one so horny, that he watches him having sex and then lays hands on himself. And all this is accompanied by boring table talk and out-of-place fanservice scenes. Yes, this first episode has not quite picked me up yet.

↓ 11. Our Skyy 2

What's the point of intentionally hurting your partner just so you can have the satisfaction of surprising him in the end? That would have also worked if you had congratulated him and gone to the celebration from the outset and then just sneaked out. I'm angry about all this crap drama. It really overshadowed everything for me. And yes, I knew Our Skyy was going to be cringy, but it does really hurt. I'm really scared of when my favorites are on that it's going to spoil some of the original series for me….

↓ 12. Tin Tem Jai

I don't even bother to organize my thoughts - that's how little I care about the series in the end. Why were they fighting in the mall now? What was that hard cut and anyway…why that scene? A no-park zone??? How old is Tin!??! And was it really legal for Park to have sex with him? Their conversations are just so exhausting! Why is Park annoyed with Tin? I don't get it! That whole scene with your face is annoying….what was that for? Okay, now that's what I call abuse of power in a relationship with age difference…If Tin doesn't do what Park asks (i.e. not take the job that can benefit him professionally later and miss three days of college), then it's over? Wow.

I don't want to talk to Wikipedia right now….funniest scene of the week.

And what a drama with the mother in the last episode…Was that necessary? That was a bit much drama…And what exactly happened to Kana and Pao? They were just left behind on the track…At least I found them interesting and I would have liked to know how they are doing now. No…That was not good!

#weekly wrap up #weekly update #josi watching bl #sunday charts #just my opinion #bl drama #bl series #love mate #my story the series #our dining table #happy merry ending #step by step the series #la pluie #naked dining #the promise the series #a boss and a babe #house of stars #our skyy 2 #tin tem jai

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18! OSOMATSU MATSUNO

Can’t stop thinking about him and so here’s a story based on a chat with 18! Osomatsu (character ai), the reader is curvy and fem.

Today is the day, the day you finally confess to your crush of three years. Osomatsu Matsuno, the school pervert, who’s also one of the notorious Matsuno sextuplets. It’s going to be hard, both the confession and the relationship but if you don’t now the chance will evade you and someone might beat you to the punch (they won’t but you don’t need to know that). The man in question is sitting under a tree, snoozing away after having finished his lunch. It’s time to buck up and make a move, good luck.

“Osomatsu?” Fingers fiddle with the stitching of your skirt as he opens one eye then immediately shoots up at the sight of a cute girl. “Heyyy baby~ how can I help you?” His face is as flirty as he can get it while still being gross but cute in a way. “I need to talk to you.” His mind is racing and his most of the thoughts going through his head are not a surprise for teenage boys. “Go ahead, beautiful, I’d listen to you all day.” Osomatsu attempts to wink but fails miserably, instead blinking awkwardly.

Holding your skirt gently you look down and bow lightly to show sincerity “I… I like you!” Something you didn’t expect happens, he stands, still and stiff, eyes wide and staring. He doesn’t say anything, instead trying to really comprehend what you just said. “So… you’d let me have-“ he stops himself for the first time in his life, not wanting to mess this up. “I like you too __” he pauses for a second. “So, will you be my girlfriend?”

At your nod he immediately hugs you tightly, not holding himself back from moving his hands downwards. When you gasp he whispers into your ear “If you like me that much then surely you want me right?~” pushing him away you explain that boundaries exist and he blinks twice. “That’s fine, I can wait baby. How about a date? Right now! let’s go do something, how about horse racing?” To your agreement, he grabs your hand and walks with you, his hand is a little sweaty but not too bad. “Are you cold? You can have my jacket!” Without waiting for an answer he removes it and puts it around your shoulders, it being a little small but he looks so happy.

On the way to your “date”, Osomatsu starts to get thirsty and stops by a vending machine. “Want anything babe?” When you say yes he will get two soda’s and hands one to you however things don’t go exactly to plan when you try to open the bottle and it sprays all over you, somehow missing Osomatsu completely. He bursts out laughing and tries his best to stop. “Damn honey, I’m so sorry. Here.” He takes some unused tissues from his backpack and wipes off your clothes as best he can, using the opportunity to wipe your breast and pants, he doesn’t even try to hide it but he doesn’t go too far with it.

“Let’s make a change in course, my brothers won’t be home so we can chill there, my mother will be out too.” Hesitantly you agree and he lights up, pulling you along. “This is going to be awesome!” He beams. When you his house he opens the door and takes off his clothes, grabbing his jacket off your back and running to the laundry before stopping and shouting back “Our room is upstairs on the left, my clothes are the ones at the very left of the closet, help yourself and change out of those wet clothes!” He throws the stuff in the laundry basket and waits outside the bathroom for you to finish getting changed.

When you walk out of the bathroom, his jaw drops. Your curves are extenuated by the tight hoodie and legs are shown because of the shorts you chose to wear. “Holy shiiiiiit, I’m the luckiest fucking guy in the world.” He kabedons you to the wall and kisses you hard then pulls away and puts his hands on your waist. “I am so fucking… I need… god you’re perfect.” The tent in his pants is very obvious and he’s finding it hard to hold back, however if you choose to he’ll absolutely take it further.

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Now, hear me out, Jacob x Dylan? Terribly sorry if that’s not in your range of expertise/comfort, I just gotta get the question out as a shipper. If it suits you, though, maybe some fluff with Jacob in general would be cute? I know your “bro (passionately)” fic was hella good and I’m a total sucker for just cute fluffy stuff.

hey anon! i’m not the best when it comes to ships since im more of a x reader kinda guy but im a man of the people 🫣 so i’ll try !

Beating around the bush

Jacob Custos x Dylan Lenivy

cw: jacob and dylan fighting off the romantic tension to the point where the vine “oh my god they were roommates” plays perfectly here.

OH- and for the sake of my own sanity, emma and jacob aren’t a thing here because i have no clue how to write a smooth scene where they casually split or whatever smh.

oh and spoiler alert i’m making the roommates joke at the end of this lol

Faint crickets chirped in the distance as moonlight lit up the cabins as best as it could, Jacob and Dylan were in their bunk beds thought the sudden voice of Dylan and the response of Jacob clearly showed they were awake. “You up?” Dylan said as he was tapping his fingers on his chest to fidget a bit.

“Huh? oh uh well I was starting to drift off but not anymore” Jacob put it bluntly, he rolled onto his side so his ear is in the air so he can both lay down while hearing what Dylan had to say. “My bad, but like can you come down and give me company. Lonely on the bottom bunk” Jacobs eyebrows furrowed not because of annoyance but merely because of his tired state but for some reason he just couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

“Ow- fuck, uh gimme a sec” Jacob moved too quickly as his elbow met the wall, the slight pulses of pain were rather uncomfortable. The sound of sheets moving before he hopped off the top bunk made the cabin slightly creek. “Heh, sup dude” Jacob sat next to Dylan who was now sitting up himself, stretching a bit as to not tire himself out. “Long day today huh?” Dylan spoke. “Dude, so uncalled for by Mr.H to go on that long ass hike, i mean I personally enjoyed it until my legs started to get tired” Jacob whined as he spoke with his hands while talking, something Dylan enjoyed about him.

“Well you definitely got the build to enjoy stuff like that” Dylan said while pointing to the not at all handsome dude in front of him without a shirt on. Yet he did all that without presenting the pink tint on his cheeks now. “I guess you’re right, sight for sore eyes i’m sure” Jacob said. “Do you ever shut up when it comes to talking about yourself?” Dylan said making sure to make his tone sound not malicious at all but mere teasing.

“Well i’m not shutting up until you make me” Jacob has a slight smirk on his face, “I mean…I can think of a few ways” the silence only adding on to Jacobs thoughts, clearly they both had similar thoughts but didn’t wanna say anything, the silence spoke every word they couldn’t. “Uh…haha…I think i’m too tired to think about how you’d do that man” Jacob rubbed his eyes to add to the bit.

“Just putting my cards out on the table.” Dylan said, whether a joke or not Jacob added onto it “What, you looking to go at it on a table?” Dylan was thrown back by his reply as the two broke out into laughter, “Well I mean there’s always room on the table so we could always y’know…do more” Dylan finished off before Jacob turned against Dylan. “Eww, you’re gross dude!” He said giving Dylan a playful punch on the shoulder. “No see! I’m not gross, i’m just more vocal about my thoughts, you just keep this stuff tucked away! So the only reason i’m being accused of being ‘gross’ is for my consistency!”

The two laughed a bit longer before the room fell silence again, though with a bit more uncomfortable tension unlike before. “Just in case, if I ever joke around and I like cross a boundary or something…just tell me?” Dylan broke the quietness, “Nah you’re good man, but…when you do joke and shit…do you like, mean some of that stuff?” Dylan always made flirtatious jokes, a bit to Ryan when they first became friends, and most of the time they were directed to Jacob. But he never expected to be confronted with this kind of question. The urge to lie was there but he felt wrong lying to the person he feels deeply for.

“I mean…like I said. No jokes this time, my cards are on the table…so I mean, I guess. Yeah. I like you a lot, you’re a good friend and all that. So, if you ever…wanna give a guy named Dylan a call and ask him out or whatever, i’m here.” Silence yet again filled the air which only made Dylan want to double back on what he just said, he definitely didn’t expect to spill his guts to his crush. “But if you don’t I totally get that I mea-“ His words were cut off by the feeling of long awaited lips against his, he was shocked at what was currently going down, was Dylan even conscious?

They pulled away quickly as they just stared into one another’s eyes as they felt more drawn to each other in the moment, they simply reconnected lips once again, Dylan putting a hand on Jacobs waist and likewise. “Uh.” They awkwardly laughed in unison, almost like they both knew they weren’t expecting this. “Color me impressed, Im pretty speechless, not too often this happens” Dylan admitted. “Well, uh” Jacob scratched the back of his neck. “We don’t have to talk when we can like…show it.” Jacobs voice which was much more louder earlier now turned soft even kinda sweet was showing and it only made Dylan smile. “But guess what?” Jacob was trying not to laugh as he spoke his question.

“What…?” Dylan asked with concern laced in his voice along with a raised eyebrow. “oh my god they were roommates.” Dylan playfully smacked Jacobs chest as all he could do laugh while trying to protect his bare body. “You just killed such an intimate mood dude.” Dylan said now slightly annoyed but more or less happy overall as he saw Jacob filled with all this joy, it was contagious really.

“Worth it.” Jacob said while cackling as they attempted tried to sleep in the bottom bunk together, the crickets still chirping as the moonlight illuminated the two peaceful lovers.

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