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Carrie Metz-Caporusso
#post#Carrie Metz-Caporusso#art#tattoos#tattoo#back roll tattoos#ink#nonbinary artist#wouldn’t let me link their insta but it’s their name
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i wrote ballerina!reader and tattooist!ellie bc i’m high and obsessed now
cw: oc being a slut, sexual tension, flirting, slight asshole!ellie, mentions of stripping and tattooing 🤭
you had walked into the parlor with the intentions of getting a small tattoo.
after confirming your age and signing some documents, the parlor clerk told u that it was going to be a ten minute wait because your requested artist—ellie williams— was still with another client. you had already sent her your reference photo weeks ago, in which she replied with a quick cool:p and a link to her cashapp to send your deposit to confirm your appointment.
you’d been suggested ellie’s account on insta and u took note of how sleek her artwork was. she did it all: cartoon characters, realistic portraits, animals! anything you could think of, she knew how to do. her shading and coloring was incredible, and her clients had left nothing but praises in her comments. you would never say, but u took note of how good her hands looked in the videos that she posted on her account.
you were mindlessly scrolling through twitter after watching multiple videos of waffle house employees fight for their lives before you heard a raspy call of your name. your head perked up, and you made eye contact with the girl who’d been plaguing your thoughts since you saw her.
you stood outta your chair too enthusiastically as you hopped your way closer to her. “hi, i’m her,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.
you noticed how she took in your appearance with a lazy gaze from your head to your toes. you were in your usual attire: a lavender sweatsuit with a rhinestoned juicy slapped across your ass, hoop earrings, and slightly worn uggs with your small bag slung over your shoulder. your brightness looked so out of place in the dimly lit, grungy looking building. instead of shying away, you gave your own eager gaze back, taking in her own presence: a simple black t-shirt with matching jeans, a full tattoo sleeve on her left arm that peaked out from her actual sleeve, and vans. her ears were also heavily pierced. her get-up was nothing special, but she still had your knees trembling.
she gave you a quirk of her brow as her lips pursed slightly before she turned to walk you into her studio. “cool, my studios this way.”
she led you near the back of the parlor, pulling open the brass door for you as she granted you entry. you pretended that you didn’t catch her looking at your ass.
“you can just sit here while i set up, it’ll be like… two minutes.” she said calmly, nodding her head towards the tattoo chair. she sounded tired.
“long day?” you stupidly asked. of course she had a long day, you idiot! look at her! you mentally scolded.
she was sterilizing her tattoo gun before she replied casually, “yeah, i um… between you and me… my last client was a douchebag. i had to put my earphones to keep from decking him in his throat. he just kept saying snarky shit to me and thought i wouldn’t catch it. fucker didn’t even tip.”
let me make it better, baby! you thought. i want your tip!
“damn, that sucks, i hope i can cheer you up,” you said with a dreamy tilt of your head.
she perked her head up to look into your eyes before humming in acknowledgment, looking back down at her work table.
she broke the silence a couple minutes later, sitting on her rolling chair before scooting closer to you and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, “so your reference is done printing, where were you thinking about getting your tat?”
on my puss—
you mentally shushed the slutty side of your brain, sitting up straighter in the reclining chair, “well i’m a dancer! i’m not allowed to have anything super… visible on my arms n legs because it’ll be distracting to the audience—“
“i never heard of strippers having that problem,” she said abruptly with a confused look. your face ran hot.
“i-i’m not a stripper,” you stuttered out before clarifying. “there’s nothing wrong with stripping! but i’m… i’m not. i do ballet.”
“uh huh.”
“i am! genuinely, i’m super flexible!”
“so are strippers,” she said blankly.
fuck. you were losing her.
“i mean it! my academy’s headmaster would lose her mind if she saw that any of us got something permanent on our bodies. i was thinking some place more…. discreet?”
“mhm. like where?”
“m-my… my um.. hip. like my lower hip.”
“okay. how low?”
“huh?” you squeaked out. fuck. really, really low—
she smirked at you before calmly replying, “how far down do you want your tattoo? it’s pretty small so it should be quick.”
“i don’t know. as far down as you can get it,” you replied slightly huskier.
“uh huh,” she said with a slight nod while licking her lips. “lay back for me.”
and you never laid down so fast.
#ellie the last of us#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader#ellie williams blurb#ellie williams smut#ballerina!reader#black!oc#the last of us#works 𖧧࣪#lesbian#thot thoughts 𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹#tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ
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i don’t give a fuck about denials because it will happen whether we like it or not. what frustrates me is that many only see him as an extension of harry and larry and that fucking sucks. i’m not angry at the denial, or at him, i’m angry at the fact that he has so much to offer and yet these questions are the only thing people focus on
hello anon, yes this sucks, but also his team, and Louis, have both used this as a minor promo tool for his own career. so, let’s chat about it. welcome to the show.
yes, it’s beyond frustrating that Louis is seen as an extension of Harry, and more so because of Larry. It has hindered his career as a solo artist, and he’s never really been able to move away from it. he never will, though. However, he was doing a great job of it during LATAM. sad to see it go to waste.
Harry is the biggest popstar on the planet and if ANYONE mentions him, they get some kind of traction. Whether it be a potential fling/gf, or a past band member, or someone who’s interviewed him or bloody deuxmoi. No matter who it is, their ratings boost and media searches go up and he’s used, yet again, for his fame. But louis’ LATAM promo rounds were going great. He didn’t mention Harry the whole time, and was asked specifically about his music. In fact, we got that interviewer who was gonna ask about F, but it was shut down. So, why was that particular topic shut down, but then Harry is brought up and then the interview is released just as Louis leaves LATAM? Why, out of all the personal questions he could’ve been asked (bc GP and interviewers looooove having the goss on celebs personal lives and surely they’re curious about a gf) was larry brought up?
For the exact reason you stated, anon. He used Larry, and Harry, for promo. That question was planned, and he danced around it, and still couldn’t give a satisfying denial, BUT it was a cheap shot at a bit of press to finish off his promo tour. His team thought bringing back larry briefly would stir some more promo outside of the fandom too, and link their names in the media. He’s done denials before, right? What’s another one to the list?
This one, though, is very poorly timed, even though they thought it would be timed well.
There has been 0 mention of Harry and Louis tied together outside of the larries and general fandom of the two. There are no recent news articles about Larry, regardless of how much we talk about it, they haven’t followed each other on Insta, there has been 0 major developments that would get people talking about them again. So I understand that Louis is often seen as an extension of Harry and Larry, but… they haven’t been connected in the media for ages. There is no reason for a denial. So that has to make you question the timing. There was no urgency or relevancy to it.
Louis lifted the blacklist, did a denial, fucked off out of LATAM after a very otherwise wholesome and music focused promo tour, and his team hoped for organic media to link their names together for some extra clicks to keep his name in the press until he comes back to tour.
I say organic press, because it simply would’ve been far too obvious to plan press around this. Pre written articles from the Sun and Daily Mail wouldn’t have done anything. They wanted this to drive more than just those publications to write about it. They wanted it to seem organic.
But you know what is absolutely fucking hilarious?
There has been a total of 1 article released about this shit. Apart from Pop Buzz tweeting about it, 1 actual news article has been posted online that comes up when you search either of their names. And it’s not from a massive publication, either. So they screwed the pooch on that one.
So, it didn’t work to use his connection to Harry as promo. It just caused a fandom stir, alienated larries yet again, and made us roll our eyes. It was embarrassing. He chose to do this question and release it, it was pre recorded, after all. edit it out if you want this promo to be just about your music. Don’t use Larry, and Harry, for a cheap shot at some promo that you know won’t work.
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So people of course are trying to scam me
As my mutuals and followers know by now I’m in dire need of money and so I’m doing commissions and the important thing to note here is that I’m trying to advertise on all social media but the worst option ever is Instagram
We all know it sucks but I’m desperate and I’m posting everywhere (all links to all social media and ko-fi in my bio please 🙏) and so of course I’m gonna try on that actual hellsite
So this is in my opinion a scammer and so I’m just gonna show it in case someone else finds themselves in a situation. Some unimportant messages are not shown and all images I sent were unsent and are going to be missing in these screenshots so if the messages imply an image was there that’s because it was
First off sus. Why are you not dming ME and also proof they didn’t read my post at all because it says dm ME and preferably go through ko-fi also homie doesn’t know how to reply properly
Obviously the comment was a bot until I asked it to reply. And clearly this person doesn’t know who they are talking to because again IF THEY READ MY POST OR MY INSTA NAME THEY WOULD KNOW THE ANSWER IS YES sorry getting heated too soon. Also sus af according to my sources (artist friends) to ask for a real person commission. Also I’m advertising furry art.
Okay bold and brash to get my hopes up (not high) about a full comm in my desperate times and I assume that’s the tactic is to get the mark excited about the money
This usually wouldn’t be sus but with everything else I’m counting this as very sus because buddy READ WHAT IM SAYING TO YOU but I expect too much of the instascammer. By this point I was already pretty sure this wasn’t going to be real but was still holding onto a thread of hope…
Mhm you need my email for what exactly? Because I know for a fact that the link I sent works just fine and dandy. It’s almost like someone wants to send me something 🤔
Now let’s unpack this together!
1. Very specific and knowing instructions for a person who can’t even read a commission sheet
2. No why would it go to spam? PayPal never does to spam for me that’s hmm.. 🤔
3. Now as a real poor mother fucker that $200 is such a slap to the face god… I knew for a fact I was being scammed at this point but still part of me was hopeful or maybe that’s just desperation idk
Let’s see that email in the spam
Hmm
Hmm… well those are very different looking emails huh?
Refund it back? Oh gosh that must mean my PayPal app is very mad at me WAAAAAAAH
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Highlights from The Art of Onward book!
alright so I've decided this week for Onward Fan Art Friday that I'd do something a little different...
tbh I kind of had a hard time deciding on a theme for my 11th edition—or "up to 11" I should say—post, so hopefully that'll be decided by next week (it most probably will)
so what's this week all about you ask?
well believe it or not, I had never owned ✨The Art of Onward book✨ until yesterday! i know...crazy, right? but I found my opportunity to finally get it when i saw that it was 45% off on Amazon. so instead of paying the usual 40 bucks, I only had to pay $21! it was good deal, I'd say. but yeah I had ordered it a couple days ago, it came in the mail yesterday, and as soon as I got my hands on it I read through the whole thing, carefully looked through every page, did some excited squealing every now and again lol...cue my daily I absolutely love this film, its world, and its characters so much speech...
it took me like three hours and all I can say is WHAT A RIDE. this is such an amazing book!!
Now I've seen a good number of the art in this book from previews or elsewhere on the internet, but there are also a ton of really cool pieces in here that I'd never seen at all before that I am just blown away by! it reminded me of the amazing onward fanart I only ever see on Instagram, and in turn—the purpose of my onward fanart sharing series
so whether you own the Art of Onward book or not, tonight I'm going to spotlight pieces from within it that caught my eye, deserve more recognition, and perhaps some analyzation (this is OFFICIAL onward art after all...)
and let me tell ya, picking just 10 pieces for this wasn't easy...everything from everyone in here is SO GOOD!
Artists
just a few quick pre-notes...
I did happen to catch the names of the artists in some of the angles, but others not so much, so I'm gonna credit them all down below like I always do anyway
I won't, however, put in links to instagrams this time around because some members of the fabulous onward crew don't have insta and instead either don't have social media at all or are on lots of other social sites (primarily LinkedIn), and/or have their own portfolio websites—all of which you can easily find by looking up their name in a Google search!
lastly, all the images above are taken from The Art of Onward book, specifically my Art of Onward book, and were captured using my iPhone 13 Pro
Noah Klocek, Production Designer - ahhh I love this! The gang's all here! Ian and all his friends, including Kagar it looks like! I've always wanted to see a character line up of these 6! and a 3D model of Kagar too!
Madeline Sharafian, Head of Story at Pixar - ok this gives off major levels of sassy Ian and I just love it! I wonder what he's being sassy about tho...like, is he telling someone off? is he claiming he can do anything he sets his mind to with his magic? I NEED CONTEXT
Chris Sasaki, Art Director/Character Designer - awwwwww young Barley reading young Ian a storybook! emphasis on AWWWWWWWW!!! this is a very small drawing but it really doesn't matter how big it is...this is absolutely precious!
Maria Yi, Character Designer - I really love all her character drawings of Laurel, but I also really enjoy what she made here! This is something every artist needs a reminder of every once in a while: that all characters are made up of simple shapes and it's a great place to start when going about drawing them!
Kristen Lester, Storyboard Artist - 🎵 wouldn’t you like to quarter own a beautiful vacation home? 🎵 i swear...that song, and these lyrics in particular, from the deleted scene just started playing in my head the moment i laid eyes on this piece! i think cause the sirens themselves are holding contracts lol
Grant Alexander, Character Designer - this drawing seems to imply that Ian and Barley were once going to meet the pixie dusters in an actual swamp instead of the swamp-like aesthetic that ended up in the final film...but I love this idea of them hanging out in a club or bar when they're not riding their motorcycles!
Nat McLaughlin, Art Director/Set Designer - this concept looks very epic but also very dangerous at the same time...while I wouldn't want to risk being in a train accident inside a volcano, the idea of looking out a window and watching lava bubble and boil while riding in a subway sounds like a very fun attraction!
Don Shank, Set Designer, and self-proclaimed to draw and paint - OH MY GOSH KEVIN!!! Kevin from UP is in this drawing!! I love Kevin! if they were thinking of giving her a cameo at the time the phoenix was going to be the final villain that would've been interesting!
Zaruhi Galstyan, Freelance Character Designer - this is a piece from Jenny's set of pages and all I wanna say is I really love this beautiful character design! she looks like an ancient nature spirit! and now I have to ask: do these creatures exist in the onward-verse?
Dan Scanlon, the creator of all that is Onward! - who better to save for the best for last than our man Dan himself? I love all three of these drawings he made! I really enjoy drawings that visually set the scene and point out where everything is going to go, like actually pointing out with arrows who or what goes where
#reblogs encouraged!#onward#not my art#pixar onward#onward pixar#disney onward#onward disney#onward fandom#pixar#disney pixar#pixar movies#disney movies#disney pixar movies#art of onward#art book#onward art book#art of onward book#production art#animation production#cd’s onward fan art shout out#ofaso#cdmagic1408
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IN CHARACTER TASK 001 : INITIAL SIT DOWNS
“When did you last speak to Greer?”
“Can’t really remember. Probably at a party some time last year?” Avery’s sit down had just begun and she was already tired of it. To her, it felt ridiculous that so many people were being called in for questioning. If you so much as stood in the same room as Greer once, you had to be carted into this makeshift interrogation room on campus. Though she shouldn’t be surprised. A rich white girl was missing. The whole world obviously had to stop until she was found.
“When did you last actually see Greer?”
“I don’t know. I don’t exactly keep track of when I run into Greer, but we literally live right across from each other so I’m guessing some time during the last week of school last year?” When something was so common to you, you didn’t really take notice of it. She’d see Greer all the time, coming and going. Sometimes they’d exchange words, sometimes they didn’t. It wasn’t anything to write home about.
“How well did you know Greer?”
“Not very well?” Avery offered with a flat smile. Were they expecting a more thoughtful answer? Because if they were, they were shit out of luck. “We’d talk at parties sometimes because we knew a lot of the same people.” Link, Ollie, Jesse to name a few. There was probably more overlap but she didn’t care to figure out who right now. “Sliiightly above an acquaintance, but definitely less than a friend.” If the cops wanted to get specific.
In truth, she and Greer were probably a pinch closer than what she was saying, especially given that it was Greer who put the thought of enrolling at Ogden in Avery’s head in the first place. One might even say Greer was her first ‘friend’, at least until she figured out Ollie attended Ogden too. Once she made the connection that this was the prestigious college Ollie went to, it was easier to hang around him given their history together than continue to tag along with Greer. To say the girl was extremely popular at Ogden would be an understatement, and Avery held no interest in spending time around someone who got that much attention.
“What was your relationship with Greer like?”
“We barely had one. Saw her sometimes when I was leaving or coming home. And like I said, we’d just talk on occasion at parties.” Avery was starting to sound like a broken record but she didn’t mind. She stood by what she was saying. Her ‘relationship’ with Greer – if it could even be labelled that – was incredibly casual and totally meaningless. Sure, they hooked up a few times, but when did impromptu bathroom hookups count as grounds for a relationship? There was virtually no reason for the cops to be aware of that. Even people Avery considered friends didn’t know that. They weren’t going to know either if she could help it.
“Have you heard or seen anything about where she was this summer?
“I think I heard someone mention she was seen in the background of someone’s Insta post?” Ogden was brimming over with talk of Greer once the school year started. You couldn’t go anywhere without hearing her name or any of the billion theories people had about her whereabouts. It was entertaining at the start but got annoying real fast. “Can’t be sure if it was just a rumor or what, so you might wanna ask someone who’s more online than I am about that.” Someone who actually gave a fuck about Greer and what she got up to.
“You wouldn’t have wanted Greer to disappear, would you?”
"Are you seriously asking me that?” Avery stared pointedly at the interviewer in front of her. Her gaze darted from person to person in the room, waiting for someone to tell her this was all a joke. Bringing in anyone and everyone Greer knew for questioning was dramatic to Avery to begin with, but to ask people if they wanted her gone? Did she slip and fall into an episode of a dated cop show? Against her disbelief of their query, Avery stifled the scoff she wanted to let slip and answered. “No...” Obviously. “I don’t care enough about her to want anything to happen to her.” Avery’s apathy usually got her in trouble but for once it was actually serving her.
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Murfeelee Account Deletion
ACK! I got hit!
Hi, Simblr community. Murf here, from murfeelee.tumblr,com
As I effing expected, Tumblr terminated my account today too, over the exact same nonsense that recently hit @katsujiiccfinds here and @desiree-uk here.
I contacted @staff at Tumblr Support about it today, and even tried to make a backup account to tell y’all about it earlier today, but Tumblr banned that account too, so now I’m trying to get BOTH accounts back, FML.
This frikkin SUCKS, Tumblr--WHY are y’all making it so dang hard to make people want to even BOTHER with this site anymore? PLEASE do something about these nasty instant-terminations--at least the Flagging system warns us in advance, and just hides posts that aren’t allowed anymore, so do the same thing for posts with hyperlinks to outside websites you don’t want us linking to and clicking!!!
How is it acceptable that are you are insta-banning simmers for reblogging content y’all LET US reblog in the first place? It’s THE SIMS, Tumblr--we’re not reblogging anything graphic or hateful or anything; we’re just trying to play with virtual Barbie dolls. (What on earth did that site (starting with a D) which shall not be named even do? O_O It was YEARS OLD reblogs of LACE DOILIES, DECORATIVE AIR CONDITIONERS, and GLASS FURNITURE, for crissakes! HIDE THE CHILDREN!)
I actually tried to delete the compromised posts on my CC Finds sideblogs, but lo and behold, the stupid posts wouldn’t even delete, and kept popping back up!
(Fun fact: I couldn’t even get my account termination letters at the Contact Support page to go through -- I had to keep resubmitting them before the buttons would stop getting stuck in an endless loop--like REALLY? I can’t even do what you all tell us to do @staff. It’s not even watching what we reblog (the whole frikkin point of Tumblr, jfc) -- it's watching what we’ve ALREADY reblogged and are trying to get rid of, that can set Tumblr’s trigger-happy algorithm off.
So yeah, that’s my frikkin life right now, y’all. (－‸ლ)
Just in case they ban this account too, y'all can still see my archived CC posts at the Wayback Machine: (it might load super slow at first, at least for me it did?)
Build/Buy Page:
https://web.archive.org/web/20210125145904/https://murfeelee.tumblr.com/sims3cascc
CAS CC Page:
https://web.archive.org/web/20210125145904/https://murfeelee.tumblr.com/sims3cascc
And my SFS backups are all here & here.
Thank you to everyone who’s reaching out and letting people know, both here at Tumblr and at Mod The Sims!
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CTRL+ALT+DECEIT
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.
This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.
Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.
Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.
‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.
“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.
‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’
You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.
‘I’m serious.’ you replied.
She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’
You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.
‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.
‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.
You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.
You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.
You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.
‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’
The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.
‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’
You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’
You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.
You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.
Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.
‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’
You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.
‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’
Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.
Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?
🖱️
After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.
You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.
When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him.
You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.
‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.
‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.
‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.
‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’
‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’
‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’
‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’
Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.
‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’
The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!
You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.
🖱️
Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.
“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.
“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.
“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.
“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”
“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”
“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”
“What--”
“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”
“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.
“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”
“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”
“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”
“Is this about the boyfriend?”
You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”
After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.
You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.
“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”
“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”
“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.
“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”
“No way,” she scoffed.
“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”
“Did you call the police?” she asked.
You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.
“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”
“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”
You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.
You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.
“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.
“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”
“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”
“What does that mean?”
“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”
“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.
“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”
You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”
“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”
“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.
You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.
“I don’t understand--”
“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.
Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.
You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.
“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”
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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.
Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.
You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.
You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.
You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.
As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.
“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”
“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”
“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”
Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.
“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”
“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.
“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”
You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.
“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”
“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.
“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”
He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.
“So, do we do this here?”
“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”
“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”
You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.
“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”
You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.
You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.
“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”
Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.
“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”
Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.
He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.
“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”
You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.
“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.
He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.
His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.
“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”
He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.
“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”
You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.
He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.
“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”
Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.
When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.
“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed.
His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.
He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.
He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.
He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.
He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.
He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.
“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”
Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.
“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”
You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.
“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.
He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release.
He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you.
Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.
“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”
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Shibari Shigaraki 2021
There is a disappointing amount of shibai shigaraki art online so I made my own.
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Art theft is discouraged.I post my works on tumblr, tenor, insta, you name it! And soon on pinterest too!
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Let me know how you like this and if you want more bondage shiggy🌶
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Was anybody going to tell me shigaraki meme
Told myself and my friend I wouldn’t color it but then...
Use for wherever xp
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Shigaraki Tomura Moth.
Pretty happy with how this came out.
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10 Anti LO Asks
1. The trial happening right now bothers me because we get to see how Thanatos and Echo reacted to this, but Demeter and Persphone don’t know and I know why they don’t know yet. However you think that would tie some more stuff up together
It was Minthe, Thanatos and Thetis who whistle blew on Persphone. Meaning Thanatos would probably be called to trial and would have to face persphone and I would hope say something to her BUT I kinda doubt that’s gonna happen.
But the other thing to this Minthe is a plant who can’t testify. Are hades and Persphone hide the fact she’s a plant and pretend she’s missing or are they gonna say “yeah I still don’t have control over my powers but I’m queen now” HOWEVER I truly believe RS is just gonna not address these two plot points until way later.
FINALLY Eros and Psyche KNOW the last person Daphne was seen with was Apollo, did they chase after her after he got shot by the arrow? We don’t know. We don’t even know what they’re doing about Psyche. Did Eros and Psyche even see the Daphne tree? Are they going to try and sneak in to tell Persphone?
I know the plots gonna focus more on HxP secret marriage at the court trial rather than the actual consequences and the fact people are turning into greenery left and right. (It’s not Persohones Faullt Daphne is the way she is but RS needs to focus on other plot points I feel)
2. like, age gaps, height differences, and power imbalances dont always have to be bad, the issue to me is that the way rachel does it is hyper-focusing on how young, small, and child-like/unexperienced persephone is compared to the old, giant, and all powerful/mature hades is like ... yeah obvs people are going to find it creepy? how would they not?
3. i honestly cant stand the "theyre immortal gods the age gap doesnt matter!!" agreement because like??? ok??? then she could easily be 300 years old then? she shouldnt be so borderline underage then?? like the immortality aspect actually makes the age gap worse, not better??
4. i realize getting nitpicky over unimportant characters in lo having american names is a bit dumb, but it does speak to just how lazy rachel is and how little care she has for greece and its mythology. there are countless english names that are also greek, yet even that's asking too much of her. percy jackson isnt a perfect series, but even the characters (who are in america) have greek influence and meanings put into their names and characterization, something rachel doesn't even attempt to do.
5. ok but thats a good point, because rachel seems to be taking physical wounds to matter more over the mental ones, when thats not how trauma works. her writing on zeus is reflective of her writing minthe, where she confirmed she has a severe untreated mental illness and that's linked to her evilness, and thus what she should be punished for. meanwhile persephone own mental issues can be bastardized as a "yass queen" thing?? somehow?? its just bad writing all around.
6. i kinda wish lo fans would listen to their own logic and give the same leeway to the other characters. theyll scream from the rooftops that hades and persephone and hera can be awful people all they want because thats ~realistic~, meanwhile minthe and zeus and everyone else are held to such extremes they can never meet and are hated and despised for nothing in compared to hxp or hera. either hold your faves accountable or let off on hating characters who do the same as them.
7. i see a lot of lo fans excuse how everything drags as "thats how a slow burn works" and its like ... no? because most of that slow burn isnt even hxp, its rachel forcing in more plots we dont need, and when its hxp, you look at the timeline and how they act and its actually neck-breakingly fast? like if as much time had past in LO as irl time then yeah, four years is a slow burn, but its only been maybe a month in comic? so its not slow for them at all, but it's a drag for the readers.
8. See, the difference between Lo!Hades and Punderworld!Hades is that PW!Hades has so much personality, he and Persephone are literally bustling with life (even though one of them rules over a realm of dead XD) AND their interactions are so cute with their awkward attempts at flirting and failure at doing so. Persephone is still somewhat sweet and “pure” but she’s also a bit of a spitfire, she’s not easy to surrender, she has wants and dreams and that little differences makes her character likable!
We NEVER get to see anything like that with LO!Hades and Persephone, we don’t see them have these sweet interactions, these heart-fluttering moments, because there’s no base or foundation for those sorts of moments! It’s always these very out-of-character unrealistic scenes expected from a married couple, but they just met! It doesn’t feel natural, it feels forced and rushed and so slow at the same time.
Although Punderworld makes Demeter overbearing, i love her characterization i really do, waAAAY more than LO!Demeter, because we actually understand her reasons for her overprotective behavior and we get to see her in a more sympathetic light/manner in the newer chapters, we see her as more than “mean mom hates bf”
9. Daphne and Thanatos were adorable. Like, Daphne was a sweet, caring girl with genuine interest (and power/agency) and Thanatos was a shy, awkward guy who was just doing his best (and not pressuring her). They weren't perfect, but it was something! Why couldn't LO be about them?
10. What I find funny is that Minthe and Thetis have a more defined friendship than Persphone and other female characters.
Minthe and Thetis ARE TOXIC don’t get me wrong but both characters are aware of each other’s motives. Minthe knows not to trust Thetis fully and is straight with her on her opinion of Thetis. But the readers clearly know their relationship as well as the characters.
Persphone is in gray areas with most her female friends. The beginning of the story we are lead to believe Artemis and P are besties with the dress sharing and the way in P’s mind they’re holding hands with Hermès. But clearly now their relationship is a question mark and they’re both more detached than we thought. Artemis was just being nice to P letting her stay with her because they’re both in the TOGeM but they’re probably more like acquaintes at best.
Daphne and P we know they’re friends but P isn’t straight with her. Like Daphne is P’s only named friend, but did P think of her as the other overbearing nymphs? We don’t know because they’re all pink and some of them are dead. Despite being told they grew up together we don’t even know much about their relationship what do they like about each other? Does Daphne agree with Demeters parenting or P’s need to leave? When did Daphne get to move to Olympus? I feel like the plot just says “these two characters are friends “ but doesn’t elaborate much. Why did P let Daphne in her room at Hades mansion and not the other nymphs? P told Daphne that Apollo is dangerous, but it was a little too late. Also why didn’t P have her phone number when she got to Olympus? Wouldn’t she know to contact her on insta or something? P was like “omg I know no one except Hermès “ but that’s not true! Daphne! I could go more but I think we get the picture that Daphne’s plot point is having the readers be told Persphone has friends but she doesn’t but she does.
Were shown that P and Meg are getting along because P was nice to Meg, despite Meg being silently jealous of P, but what about Meg now? Is she ever gonna tell P that she’s jealous of P that she had a mad crush on Hades, even her journal? Or is that all gone now? Does Meg even matter any more or is she now here just to support HXP?
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Hi~ I wanted to hop on the match-ups as well cause I've read them and they're amazing. So could I request a romantic one? 👉👈
Hi, the name's Daniela but my friends call me Dina (pls call me Dina, after the Mr Worldwide post I wanna be your friend so bad 😭), I go by She/Her and I'm bisexual with a slight inclination towards males. I think I'm quite fun to be around, the most stupid things make me laugh and I can crack a few jokes even on the worst situations but at the same time I'm kinda serious, I get moody quite easily sometimes but for the most part I'm really bubbly. I suck at social interactions but I love people, so I'm absolutely an extrovert that's really scared to make people uncomfortable.
My insecurities are very much linked to me and my personality, I mean, I'm kinda self conscious of my weight and my body, but at the same time I always try to find beauty in myself, so much that it can lead to feeding my ego a little bit too much. And personality wise I feel like I can be really annoying, I like to feel special to the people I care about, so it lead to me being a really jealous person. Also I'm super competitive and that's not good at a certain point.
I like lots of stuff, very interesting things... I never really give much thought to the things I like, dang. I really like watching Anime and horror movies, drawing, going on walks, baking, I really really love to bake and clean, it's just so relaxing, ooh~ and I like dying my hair, a real fun activity if you ask me. In my friend group I'm chaos in person and also the one who's horny 25/8 and makes it known. Also, I'm known for hyperfixiating on anime characters (mostly mad scientists and intimidating blackhaired men). My music taste is quite normal, rock, punk, pop/punk, punk/rock, alternative rock, a bit of occasional metal. Some of my favorites are My Chemical Romance, Get Scared, Avril Lavigne, All Time Low, Three Days Grace, Hollywood Undead, Set It Off and Bring me The Horizon
The weirdest thing I do is thank the universe each and every morning for my incredible and amazing boobies 🥰🙏🖤🌸✨ and also I think being into esoteric stuff, crystals, demonology and that stuff could be considered a weird thing of mine(?) not sure how weird it actually is.
Oh yes yes, I just got admitted to college and imma be a Vet, super proud of myself, so I'm an animal lover. Btw I'm also libra, an ENFP with ego issues from time to time and an amazing person to dump your problems to (I love solving everybodies issues except mine). My ig is frutill.a, in case you need a physical description (don't be intimidated by how hot I am, I know I know, I'm amazing) and my abandoned art ig is frutill.art
For the ideal date thing? Yeah, cuddles, giving and receiving them, and eating, i like to be taken care of but also taking care of the other person(?. Even tho a picnic and cuddles under the stars sounds lovely. Yeah, maybe that's my ideal date, just doing something together at night that feels special to the both of us.
And to finish this up I just want to say that I love everything you do and you 😭 you're writing is so amazing, like just beauty, and I've read the other match-ups and they're so good, you're super duper talented and amazing. Keep up the good work and don't over do yourself, take care and keep it fun, I really look forward to see what other fic ideas you have in mind and I'll be there supporting whatever you come up with cause it'll be great. Kudos 🖤🖤🖤🤠
HI Dina, I match you with…..💞JEFF💞
Alright this was a hard one, quick quick why I didn’t match you with others. Demonology and EJ don’t mix, he has trauma. Plus, you seemed to be sort of similar to Jeff in some ways (not bad at all, you’re wonderful). I’m gonna go in order of what you talked about so that I can get my thoughts organized.
Stupid things make you laugh? At the worst possible times? At least you won’t be alone with Jeffy, he is the king of doing that, but he dosen’t exactly feel bad about it. AND you get moody often, Jeff too. Still, I feel like developing the relationship would take a while. You would have to constantly sit down with him and tell him what’s bothering you, open communication. Jeff is a master at feeding his ego, but he is fragile on the inside so be careful not to insult him, and once he warms up to you he is so so possessive. Does not want anyone else flirting with you at all, just goes to prove he thinks you might leave him for someone else.
He also loves horror (as we can tell) and he’s pretty much the chaos person too, you guys will bounce the energy off of each other for sure. //Also bro… what anime characters I have a thing for the murderers-// BUT BUT, set it off you say? Maybe go read some of this😏. I’m sure if you wake up next to Jeff he’ll be thanking the universe for your boobies too. HES AN ANIMAL LOVER TOO, and you being a vet is lovely, he wants to take care of his dog ya know?
I just know this man would bring you a rock thinking it’s a crystal. BRB BAWLING MY EYES OUT OVER THIS. Jeff isn’t one to dump his trauma on you, but he will tell you his current frustrations like how much Slender is pissing him off or something. He’s not very elegant but he would lay down a blanket and cuddle you if you like, once this man is attached he is attached. He loves being the big spoon in bed, and the little spoon too but don’t tell him I told you
He acts like he doesn’t pay attention but he really does, any slight changes in your mood and he will know what’s up. Very naggy about it, will try to pry it out of you (even though he doesn’t like other doing that to him), and gets angry if you don’t tell him. Just reassure him because he wants to help, he doesn’t want you to go to others for help when he’s right there.
Hope you liked this! BTW yes we ARE friends! Plz I almost cried at the Mr.Worldwide thing. I beg of you don’t let people dump their problems on just you, you need to have a space to share your struggles too. You can always message me, tumbler is like a safe place for me rn. I’m very understanding and wouldn’t ever make fun of you, I think that’s disgusting. You must be beautiful, I don’t have insta sadly. It got a bit toxic so-. You have great music taste, and I think you are a lovely person.
#jeff the killer headcanons#creepypasta#jeff the killer creepypasta#jeff the killer x you#jeff the killer x reader#Jeff the killer#creepypasta matchup#matchup#cp matchups#matchup.cafe#📯
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a very very genuine question: so its bad to repost art but no one says anything when people repost things from the source material/creator's sketches.....why?like sure everyone who likes it may recognize the style but there are plenty of fan artists i recognize immediately, new or old art, with or without. to me it just feels the same, like either dont repost art or people should be able to repost stuff, i dont see how they can work at the same time. and this isnt me saying people should be allowed to repost and all that bc i do understand the theory of why reposting hurts artists, just that the logic doesnt seem to fit once it extends to famous artists/creators. just bc its official and easily recognizable makes it okay? how does that work? again, there are plenty of fanartists who are easily recognizable and lose no money when people repost their work (bc they posted it for free) and from my own observation, it seems it just, somehow, makes them want to do art less (from what i have read from artists themselves). why do we not consider that when it comes to official creators? wouldnt they also feasibly be less motivated seeing their hard work plastered across the internet for free when thats the sole way they make their income? and its not a system where its solely sticking it to the man bc it hurts the artists income, as well. but if it makes them happy to see people enjoying and sharing their work with others, drawing interest, why isnt it the same with fan artists? people often repost art, not out of malice or intent to claim credit, but bc they enjoy it + want to share it, esp on social media where sharing isnt a feature (instagram, for example) again im not trying to justify reposting, just confused about the contradiction
First of all instagram does have a form of sharing posts- stories. Which yes they are temporary by default, but you can use the highlight feature to collect your favorite things you’ve shared from people right there on your own profile AND it links back to the original post and can permanently be on your profile as long as you keep it there. You can even label them and everything! But then moving on to answering more of your actual questions
To start: this is a very complicated thing. And I feel everyone trying to answer it might have slightly varied opinions.
I personally see a pretty clear distinction between ‘Officially published/released’ works (like comic book [as like you’ve probably seen I frequently post comic panels] or other materials that may have been released in creator guides, official video game art, promotional art for things, etc etc) as opposed to like, personal work and fanart. Because with official works:
There’s usually a source to buy it and you should if you’re referencing it a ton (while I don’t own every comic I’ve ever read I do have a lot and if I did read something first through illegal means [because some comics are just straight up hard to find due to age/being out of print] and enjoyed it I try to seek out a physical copy after if possible)
There is a level of far wider recognition (I know you personally might find fanartists’ styles recognizable but like, things that are in mainstream media.. have just such a higher profile. it’s not really comparable)
If you’re not supporting the official release you’re harming the big company that published it far more than the individual artist (like, the individual artist probably also wouldn’t appreciate it, because it can effect them for sure as well, but they’re not gonna be taking the brunt of the damage unless it was entirely self-published work, which I’d definitely categorize differently from what I’m mainly talking about here.)
Often fanartists/professional artists who aren’t that well known, in addition to wanting to just create work for the sake of it, also want to build their own platform, to have an audience that they interact with. Or like, if they’re offering commissions, a bigger platform puts you in a position where people will actually see the art and want to commission you. When you say reposts of smaller artists’ fanart doesn’t ‘loose them money’ because they didn’t charge to post it, you’re missing the fact that it makes them loose out on proper linked-back-to-them exposure. Especially like, when a repost account on insta or something says ‘ah yes credit to [username] on tumblr’ the vast majority of people who see it aren’t going to then open up a whole different website and look for the artist. Some people might! but if there’s anything i’ve learned from working professionally in arts marketing it’s that people want things that are convenient and directly in front of them. Someone who wants to see more works because they liked one is significantly more likely to click on the username of someone who posted it rather than opening up a browser or a different app and searching a separate name put in the caption.
Then honestly, I do feel weird about reposts of professional artists’ more personal works unless the artist has stated they’re fine with people reposting with credit. It should be about the comfort level of the artist. I think a lot of professional artists who aren’t in a position where they’re as worried about building a platform, because they already have one and might have professional connections/opportunities already lined up, might not really care about reposts especially on a website they don’t use. (Like tumblr. I’m coming at this mostly from a comics artist perspective here, but most professional artists I see are waaaay more active on twitter and instagram than tumblr) If it’s a website they don’t use, it’s not taking away from the platform they had been building there for themselves. And also, some artists really just don’t give a shit, which is their choice they can make with their work! But that’s not a universal thing. One artist being fine with their personal art being reposted =/= all artists being fine with it.
In my own experience as a fanartist, when I see my art reposted without credit, especially when it’s art I’ve also already posted on the same platform... it’s definitely disheartening. Even worse is when the repost gets even more attention than my original post. (something that has happened to me multiple times!) Like, it can get so upsetting! Because it lets me know that someone else was using my art to build their platform and I got exactly zero benefit out of it. Then when it’s reposted with credit it’s a little less annoying, but I still don’t... get much out of it. Especially if it’s an instagram repost and they credit my tumblr not my account on there, since insta captions don’t actually do links unless it’s to other insta accounts. Also with insta for example, I have a 'business’ account set up so I can look at and track popularity of my posts and see how they’re doing as something to keep in mind when considering posting times, etc etc. When other people repost my art there I have no control over it. That sucks a lot! Also, when I quite literally ask people not to repost my art (it is IN! MY! DESCRIPTION!) and they still do, it’s just straight up disrespectful. I asked for a boundary to be respected with my work and people have just completely ignored it. That doesn’t feel good at all.
But, conversely, I’m gonna talk about my more professional irl work for a sec. I’m a graphic designer, so I do things like posters, logos, etc, When I design a poster for a client that is meant to be advertising something, even if it’s got my own original illustration or something as part of it, I know my name isn’t necessarily going to be attached to it the same way as it is with my personal work. I get a credit line somewhere, but that’s in a fine print probably not even on the poster itself at all, but that’s like, part of what I signed up for. I already get paid separately, I am giving permission for my work to be out of my own hands in that way. Professional work for a client is often setup in some way similar to this. I don’t get mad when I walk down the street and see a poster I made up somewhere without it directly ‘linking’/referencing back to me (aside from maybe my signature if it had an illustration), in fact I go ‘OMG ITS THERE ugh wait i see one pixel is off oh noooooo” and then move on with my day. It’s just an entirely different situation because that kind of work has a different arrangement from the start, where you know it’s going to be put in a different type of circulation.
So yeah, my word isn’t god here, but I definitely see official releases as having a different set of permissions based on the fact that they are published in an entirely different situation. And I think reposts of personal art aren’t cool if the artist isn’t okay with them, no matter how big a platform they have. Other people probably approach this with a slightly different perspective, but that’s mine!
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my blah about Cr3
Crossroads three is the stake in the demon that has been... almost 2 years without Starfury events (or any tbf)
I wanted to start a new review post for each convention but always seem to get back and feel like i've been hit with a freight train (is it bad I've missed Connui/Con Flu???)
So this is going to be the same stream of conciousness it usually is.
I'll start by saying I wasnt there for any guests after Lisa Berry cancelled, and strangley didnt have any cosplays, but i thre together my old s2 dean and went for it on.
So I spent the weekend helping out stewarding where I could and catching up with people, you could see the bone deep relief on the faces of the Starfury regs at being back.
From where I was I could hear the talks and it al sounded really fun (and sometimes blue, as per SF) but i've not watched Supernatural religiously since aprox end of s6, so i was happy where i was.
alien to me and rather sacrilegiously I was only able to attend Friday and Saturday party, i missed the final party and so wasnt part of the Survivors photo, but the two I attended were awsome enough to keep me going to Enchanted. especially when someone randomly ('m guessing) requsted Shinedown be played.
I know in the grand scheme of things i'm no Convention vet, there are still those who've been to more cons and different cons than me, but some things just make you feel like you've made it, and one of those things for me happened on the saturday night - I helped lead a con dance I always see one for the vets - its called Joe 90 and despite the 'status' i attatch to it, i'm amazed i managed it with my DCD co-ordination issues and didn't seriously hurt anyone lol.
When I decided to go I didnt think many of those I knew or those regulars I'd know would be in attendance, but stood on that door on Friday was like a whose who of Starfury minus a few (who i hope to see at upcoming events)
One pair i was suprised and delighted to come across were Kai and Harry, serving cosplay awesomness as alway.
I later found out the duo had brought 'paint stripping' mead with them (morrisons own as it turned out, the non fizzy one) and I think i over did the mock-scolding....see.. Mead is something Ally (and me to a lesser extent) is known for, just like we know we can count on Taz (and Lou, and Gareth) to help us drink it lol, so I ribbed them both and I messaged Kai a link to Ravens Forge mead hall when i had wifi, and reminded them that if me or her were around, there would always be mead offered :D.
During lockdown i'd gotten to know two members of staff better than i'd done before, thats not to say i ignored them before and takes into account the fact w had been at a few none sf cons with them in the past..Taryn and Dean who are 'local' to me (Manchester) have become sort of addicted to a city I love very much (York) and like Taz, Ally and Myself, Dean loves mead and York is.. well its the best place in the county of Yorkshire for mead, even if Hull makes one lol. Dean however has taken his love of mead further than any of us and actualy started making his own, which he brought with him to CR3, apparently they'd made too much so I got a bottle given :D it was delicious but didnt last the first night, because, (and yes i know i'm a fool) for the sake of saftey i thought it would be best to leave anything glass with someone staying at the con hotel. namely Taz and Gareth, but they enjoyed it so i'm sur Dean wouldn't mind lol and it was better for me not to have to carry glass back from Birmingham.
one of my favourite moments of the weekend has to be seeing Julian Riching (Death in SPN) lighting up when I asked him about Murdoch Mysteries and then elbow bumping me (not sur eif it was just precaution or bcause my voice on the mic sounded like i was talking through gravil and Sean, Mr Starfury himself, had to translate for me. SEAN OF ALL PEOPLE lol
I love detective shows and Victorian things and Murdoch is both (though I guess now its Edwardian lol) , and if i'd had the werewithall to remember I could have brought out a cosplay which won me 2nd place at the masquerade the last time one of the cast came to an SF, as it was i just wnt up and asked him his memory of the show, which was pretty sharp I have to say.
It was a short one for me, like i said i didn't stay for the final night (£££) bt it was sooo worth the time I did get there. I will not go into detail but the week previous had been enough to test the patiences of someon a hell of a lot more saintly than me, I regret that there was a moment when i let the other world (the rl world) slip under my barrier and cause me to freak out a few people with unusual and what I hope others would consider out of charactar bhaviour.
Awesome weekend. i feel like i've been hit with a freight train and my voice still sounds lik gravel (Connui/Conflu).
Pictures:
Pictures taken on Camera: 577
Pictures taken on phone: 360
Selfies Taken: 5
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Tease || Tom Holland x Fem!Reader
Req “Haz, T, Harry & u watched Toms 'Challenge' & after the video u couldn't control yourself, go to him, pull his face close to u & look him dead in the eye, whispering: "This was so damn hot, that I want u to fuck me so bad till I hear that pretty noises u did again & u got me walking side to side in the morning!" He looked at u dangerously (still breathlessly) & said sternly, directed to the boys: "Go for a walk mates!" After u hear "Seriously", "That's gross guys" & the door closed, he's a goner”
Words: 2.3K
Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex
A/N: I changed it up a tad and twisted it so Tom ended up being the Dom one because I am a slut for DomTom right now. I hope you enjoy! x
Quarantine was going well. You had moved in with Tom a few weeks before lockdown and you were getting along with your boyfriend’s brother and his friends really well. Almost as well as Tom himself! Everyone was so chill, did their bit around the house, and you all gave each other space when needed. Except for one thing, it had been near 4 weeks since you and Tom were able to have proper sex. Sure, you’d had the quiet “quickly in case someone hears us” sex but you hadn’t been able to properly spend time appreciating each other without Harry banging on the wall that separated your rooms or Haz and Tuwaine cheering and relentlessly teasing you both over breakfast the next day, not to mention since lockdown none of the other boys were getting any and they were beginning to get antsy and a little jealous. It was weighing on both of you. It really was. And if you had to see Tom walk around shirtless, flaunting his newly buffed frame one more time you were going to pounce on him regardless of who was in the room, and he knew it.
This morning, you had been chilling in the kitchen with the boys when Tom had stood up all of a sudden, citing something about an ‘Insta Challenge’. You smiled as he left the room and continued your conversation with Harrison for a while. About 5 minutes had passed when Tom strolled back into the room, panting softly.
“Oi, where’d you go?” Harry asked and Tom held up his phone in one hand.
“Told you I was doing an Instagram Challenge. Haz, I tagged you, have a look.” He said, tossing his phone to you as Harrison whipped his out to see what he’d been challenged to do. Harry and Tuwaine watched over your shoulder as you pulled up Tom’s Instragram story and watched as your shirtless boyfriend flipped himself upside-down, legs against the wall, and tried to pull his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes flicked to Tom over the top of his phone who was leaning against the kitchen island smirking at you, knowing exactly what the video was doing to your nether regions. You diverted your attention back to the screen, watching as his muscles flexed and strained, and listening to the grunts, moans, and groans he was letting out. You rolled your eyes. Tom was fit, he was strong, and he had been training non-stop these past few weeks. He definitely did NOT have to make those noises and you knew well that he was only doing it to tease you. Well, that and to fuel the thirst competition he and Harrison had going on that they thought no one else had copped on to. Idiots.
“Maaan, that’s an effort! Why did you choose such a tight t-shirt?” Tuwaine asked, taking the phone from your hands as he replayed the video, the sounds coming from your boyfriend’s phone going straight to your core, forcing you to subtly clench your thighs together. Tom’s rich brown eyes were watching you, waiting for a reaction. You moved towards the island, pouring a glass of water for yourself as you murmured so only Tom could hear, “Yeah, why did you choose such a tight shirt?” He chuckled to himself, his eyes crinkling.
“What? Nah that’s a normal t-shirt. Isn’t it, Y/N.” You eyed him sideways and watched as he ran his tongue over his lips, honey eyes trailing up and down your figure, his mouth turned upwards into a proud smile when he caught your thighs squeezing together for some release. His eyes finally landed on your very not-impressed face. You leaned over to him, noticing the boys were still caught up in conversation.
“You know how hot you are and you know exactly what you’re doing. Control yourself or I’m gonna make you fuck me until I can’t walk, just to hear those pretty little noises again.” You told him sternly and smirk with satisfaction when you hear Tom’s breath hitch, eyes darkening lustfully, and an immediate slight bulge appearing in his shorts.
He’s still breathless as he turns to the boys, “Guys I think we need a few things from the shop, can you look after that?” Harry whips around confusedly.
“Mate, we only went yesterday. We don’t need anything.” Harrison and Tuwaine were looking between both of you now, a mixture of amusement and disgust in their faces.
“Just go for a walk or something, will you?” Tom snapped back, his eyes not leaving your face. Harrison groaned loudly as he picked up his keys.
“Seriously? You guys are fucking disgusting. C’mon, lads, lets go feed the chickens or something.” The three of them piled out the door, not without complaints and groans, and as soon as the door closed behind them Tom wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re trapped between him and the counter.
“Now, sweetheart. What did you say you were gonna make me do?” He asks as he latches his lips to your neck; kissing, sucking, and biting as he went. You moan lowly, hands trailing up and down his perfect form. His hands come up to hold your wrists tightly in place.
“I asked you a question, Use your words.” He demanded before sucking a particularly harsh hickey into your collarbone.
“Fuck. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” You breathed out, straining your hips forward to try and find purchase on his thigh, but he dodges your frantic movements.
“Why do you want me to do that, love?” He whispers as he nibbles on your earlobe and you can’t help but let out a low groan as he finally slots his knee between your legs. “C’mon tell me. You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago when you thought I wouldn’t do anything.”
“So I.. Ah Tom. Wanna hear those pretty noises.” You splutter out as his kisses trail down your neck towards the tops of your breasts, leaving little purple blooms as they go.
“Noises like these?” He asks, pulling your tank top down and wrapping his lips around your nipple, relishing in the whimpers and high-pitched moans that he elicits from you. You nod vigorously and he laughs breathily. Suddenly he pulls away, eyes raking up and down your body quickly before he scoops you over his shoulder, making you shriek, and carries you up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. He dumps you mercilessly onto your bed and immediately strips out of his t-shirt and shorts, leaving him in just his boxers that already have a pre-cum stain leaking through. You don’t even get time to admire the perfect man in front of you before he’s over you, holding your hands in his against the sheets and kissing you feverishly. He’s rolling his hips sweetly into yours as he slips his tongue inside your mouth roughly, fighting for dominance. You don’t put up much a fight as you know it’s no use. Tom is never usually an overly dominant type though you figure after weeks of holding back he had gotten a bit tense.
“Think you can just order me around and make me do what you want? Tell me to control myself? No, darling, doesn’t work that way.” His hands make quick work of your top and bra and his lips once again wrap themselves around your nipple, one hand massaging your other boob, other hand stroking your pussy through your leggings. You’re a moaning mess already as you tangle your fingers into his soft, newly grown curls, knowing well that he loves having his hair played with. He whines lowly into your chest, the vibrations going straight to your core. He switches his attention to your other nipple, showing equal appreciation as his hand delves into your leggings and underwear. His calloused fingers swipe up and down your core, gathering the slick wetness that had been pooling in your underwear, before he pushes two fingers at once into you. You moan loudly in unison, you claw at his back as he pumps his fingers faster and faster, before adding a third and beginning the process again.
“Fuck, darling. You’re so ready for me already.” He whines, biting down softly on your now tender bud.
“Was ready for you before we even left the kitchen, Tommy” He groans loudly at that and detaches himself, working quickly to strip you of any remaining clothes. You lean up and reach out to stroke the bulge in his boxers before helping him pull them down his legs. He’s standing in front of you and you lean forward, hand around the base of his length as you take him into your mouth slowly. He sighs loudly as you slowly bob your head around his cock, until he’s pulling you off it again.
“I appreciate it, sweetheart but I can’t wait. I need you.” He pushes you gently back down on the bed and settles himself between your legs as you wrap them around his back, linking your ankles. He sinks himself slowly into your heat, moaning loudly as he does so. You hiss at the familiar burning but pleasurable sensation as you get used to his thick shaft. Tom barely gives you a second before pulling out all the way and slamming back to meet your hips with his, causing you to shriek and rake your nails into his shoulders. Tom loses himself in the pace he’s fucking you at, his head is buried into your shoulder and his hips are a blur as he fucks up into you faster than he probably ever has before, grunting and moaning loudly into your ear. You’re trying to snake one hand between your bodies to rub your clit but Tom’s hand gets there first, grabbing your wrist and pinning both your hands in one of his above your head. You’re whining and moaning his name as you angle your hips as best you can so his pubic bone slams into your clit at every thrust. Tom’s other hand grabs your hip, locking you in place as he catches you in a blazing kiss.
You can’t move at all, locked in by Tom’s body and completely at this mercy. You can feel your orgasm building and your clit is screaming to be touched in any sort of way. You’re trying your best to move your hips to feel some sort of friction but Tom knows exactly what you’re doing and holds your hips harder, fingers digging almost painfully into your hip as he keeps impaling you. The sheer feeling of him sliding in and out bringing your orgasm to its peak as you release around him with a cry of his name, growing wetter around him.
“Fuck! Such a good girl.” He’s groaning and grunting louder than before, letting go of your hands to lean back and push your knees up to your shoulders, his cock delving deeper than before. So deep you can almost feel the pounding in your stomach. Your eyes are rolling in your head when Tom’s thumb begins rubbing circles into your clit in time with his thrusting. You’re completely over sensitised now, the feeling of Tom’s cock moving inside you and his thumb on your clit overwhelming your senses. You’re a mewling, panting mess underneath him as he continues grunting and growling with each thrust until you can feel his hips staggering and see the sweat beading on his forehead. You can feel the tight coil in your stomach as his noises get louder and louder, thumb getting faster.
“Need you to cum for me again, baby. Need to feel you around me.” He pants and the coil gets tighter, that euphoric feeling building up again. His deep brown eyes are boring into yours, foreheads pressed together as he struggles to keep up the pace.
“Cum for me, Tommy. Please, need you to fill me up.” His eyes snap shut at your words and he cries out a string of curses as he unloads himself into you, thrusting deeply as he deposits every last drop deep into you. The warm feeling of his cum leaking out of you combined with Tom’s thumb still stroking your clit causes the coil in your stomach to snap until you’re cumming for the second time, tightening around Tom’s softening shaft and eliciting a high-pitched groan from him. Tom’s limbs give out and he collapses onto you, breathing hard with his forehead still pressed to yours, eyes closed. You like there for what feels like hours, arms around each other as you come down from your highs. Tom eventually slides out of you with a content sigh and you whimper with the loss of contact. He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he disappears into his bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you off.
After cleaning you up and grabbing you one of his t-shirts and clean underwear the two of you are wrapped up in each other again, lazily kissing, still having not spoken a word to each other, just enjoying the blissful afterglow. You have your hands tangled in his curls again, enjoying his soft sighs and moans as he kisses you sweetly and just as you’re about make a comment on the noises he’s making you hear the front door slam, causing both of you to jump away from each other.
“Is it safe? Can we come home? Oh Christ, do I have to sanitise the kitchen?” Harrison’s voice calls from the foot of the stairs, leading to eruptions of laughter from both you and Tom.
Needless to say, you still got an earful of cheers and teasing when the boys noticed you walking oddly later that evening.
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dogface AU drabble
The car service picks him up in a sleek black Lexus and he settles into the plush backseat gratefully, leaving the driver to stow his rollaway bag in the trunk. Jaime disembarked from his flight only minutes before and walked straight here. It had been a red-eye, not a full flight, and with the lights out as quiet as a tomb, and still he had shifted uncomfortably for hours and hours. The first international flight he's ever managed without getting absolutely hammered, and consequently he didn't sleep a wink.
By now he's been awake going on 32 hours straight. The air tastes like burnt toast and his eye sockets feel like exposed wires; he keeps his sunglasses on even though it's 3am and it makes him look like an asshole. Jaime tosses his briefcase on the seat next to him and lets his head fall back against the leather seat. He doesn't make conversation with the driver (again, asshole) because there's nothing to say. The driver knows where to take him. Everything's already arranged, like it always is - the pickup and the destination. Driver gets in and they're off.
Lights streak by dimly through the tinted windows. Headache colors, white and yellow and red.
Even his own birthday celebration tomorrow has been planned out without him. It's convenient, in a way, since he hasn't been home in three weeks. The Singapore trip stretched into the London trip and there wasn't time, and now it's tomorrow. Today. Tomorrow. Jaime is fully of the opinion that it doesn't count as tomorrow until you wake up in daylight. So technically, he's still on yesterday, and he would not have had time to plan something out for himself. But that means Jaime is attending a party in not-enough-hours-from-now and he has no earthly idea who will be there. Coworkers, probably. Family, possibly. Family coworkers for certain. Will there be anyone there he actually wants to talk to? His assistants and no one else, most like.
Jaime procures a tiny bourbon from the tiny barset. He was sober on the flight, and well done him; now he can relax.
Probably it's the second tiny bourbon gives him the idea.
Brienne Tarth. He hasn't seen her since the Event. There's been no reason to. But a party is a good excuse to contact her. Or would be, if he had her number. Or an email address. Or anything about her, really, except what bar she used to go to and where she works. He can probably find his way back to her apartment, with some amount of wandering around, but knocking on her door is not the best way about it, considering how they left things.
Jaime takes out his phone.
He’s looked up her pen name before. Brienne Blue. He’s read several of her articles as they’ve popped up in his feed. But he’s never looked up her real name before.
It doesn’t get him much. She hasn't got a Facebook account, or Twitter, or even an Insta, unless she has another pseudonym. She's a ghost. There's a professional profile for her nom-de-plume that has clearly not been updated since the last presidency. He'll never reach her there.
The one thing it does get him is a link to a Youtube video. Her name isn’t anywhere in the title or description, but it's mentioned in the referring page. Hey Ron, remember Brienne Tarth? Brienne the Beast? Check this out XD
His stomach drops when he sees the title of the video. “Pull the Pig #18: Dogface Gets Lucky!” He hopes, with a faint and shaky vestige of optimism, that the video isn't what it sounds like, or at the very least isn’t about Brienne.
Jaime watches the video.
He reads the comments.
He stabs the Report Video button, and frowns at his phone when this does not immediately whisk the video away. He pulls up the contacts list and presses the first name. He leans back in the plush leather seat and drums his fingers against the armrest agitatedly while it rings.
“Tyrion. I'm back. Hey, how do you get a video off the internet?”
A groggy voice emits from the phone. “You don’t. Where are you?”
“In a car, on the way back from the airport.” The muffled lights against the darkened windows remind him suddenly that it’s the middle of the night. “Oh sorry, is it late here?”
“For normal people, it’s early.” A yawn.
Jaime glances up at the driver, who doesn’t meet his eyes in the rearview. As usual, he is doing his best impression of a deafmute. “Real quick, help me out. I need to make this video go away. I hit the YouTube report abuse function, but…”
“That doesn’t do anything. YouTube? If it’s on YouTube it’s probably on Vimeo and Facebook and gods know where else. How bad is it? Tell me it’s not Bran Stark bad.”
“It’s not me.” Suddenly, Jaime doesn’t want to tell his brother too much. “It’s this girl I know, she’s in this prank video and now she doesn’t ever leave her apartment or talk to people and I want to make it go away.”
“Sorry Jaime, once something’s on the Net it’s out there forever. You can pull it down in one spot and it shows up in 4 more. Is it revenge porn?”
“No, it’s a prank. But they got her top off. Video blurred it some, but you can still see just about everything.”
“That’s revenge porn. You can sue for that. Tell her to sue. I’m going back to bed.”
“No, it’s more like - it’s a joke, they’ll say it’s a joke. There’s one of those crying-laughing emojis over it, like ha-ha, this girl thought I wanted to bone her and now she’s got her clothes off and my friends are all here and we’re having a laugh.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen those. They’re funny.”
Jaime grabs the bridge of his nose. Tyrion’s taste in internet videos is something he has tried not to learn too much about. “This one isn’t. I want it gone.”
“Send it over, I’ll see what I can do in the morning.”
He has a sudden vision of Brienne glaring at him fiercely. “I’m not sending you the link.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not explaining to this girl why I’m spreading her traumatic video around even more."
"Well, I can send some cease-and-desist letters on scary company stationary to the usual platforms, if it's somehow work related."
Jaime replies without hesitation. "It is." He wouldn't be getting much work done for Lannister Corp if he'd bled out on the floor that day, and she stopped the bleeding. That's related enough.
He hangs up. Leans his head back and tries to go to sleep. He keeps seeing the look of horror on Brienne’s face, captured on the internet for all time. Hearing those idiots sniggering and holding up her shirt while the poor girl’s locked herself in the bathroom. The video's dated five years ago. She would have been, what, nineteen? Still a kid.
No wonder she said she didn't trust men. No wonder she thought he was making fun of her when he tried to flirt. No wonder everything.
And now, he realizes abruptly, he’s watched it too. He’ll have to explain that to her somehow. Somehow he doubts the prickly, defensive girl who never even told him her name is going to accept “I was only looking so I could report it” as a good answer.
Fuck.
#tumblr fic#dogface AU#not sure what the appropriate trigger warning would be?#if anyone asks I'll add one
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