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anjael · 7 months

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TLHOD SECRET SANTA 2023 - SIGNUPS OPEN

Yes, it's that time again!

As always, even if you aren’t participating, I’d be very grateful if you could signal boost by re-blogging! I’ll also be cross-posting to my Twitter *here* so RTs much appreciated if you’re on there ~

What’s a Secret Santa?

For those who have never done a Secret Santa before, the way it works is you submit a gift request, which goes into a pool which is then randomised. The randomised requests are then handed out to the participants.

So basically, its Mystery Gift! Everyone draws/writes a gift for someone. You won’t know who it’s for, and you won’t know who is doing yours! Then at the exchange, the completed gifts are handed out anonymously to whomever they belong, via email.

Sounds good, where do I sign?

Send your email applications right here! -> [email protected]

What do I write in my application email?

1. Your name / tumblr tag / most used social media - a link to your blog would also be helpful so I know who you are and can contact you if emails are not working or something. A link to examples of your work (art tag, etc) is also appreciated!

2. Preferred gift rating. NSFW requests are totally okay as long as they are not offensive/racist/sexist but if you’d like something NSFW, please also provide a SFW alternative request as not everyone is comfortable producing such content. If you don’t mind receiving NSFW but would prefer not to submit it, please tell me and vice versa.

3. Your actual request! If you prefer shipping/non shipping, please include this in your signup email. Please try to word your request so that it can be filled by either an artist or writer, if possible, as your gift-giver is randomly assigned!

Examples of requests (just for reference, there’s no required format):

- something with your fave pairing / a particular scene

- an AU you’d like to see (please provide some details)

Your requests don’t have to have any particular theme, request whatever you like!

4. Whether you would be able to pinch-hit (fill an extra gift if needed).

5. Whether you would like to remain anonymous to your gift recipient and/or on the master-post of entries (which will be posted up on Tumblr a few days after gift exchange)

———- DEADLINES ————–

Applications Close: 29th October 2023, 00:00 GMT

Prompts Sent Out to Participants: by 1st November 2023, 00:00 GMT

Gift submission: 20th December 2023, 22:00 GMT

(Please submit your completed gifts to [email protected])

Gift Exchange: 22nd - 24th December 2023 (TBC)

———- RULES/GUIDELINES —————–

- Don’t be a butt. (generally the best rule to live by)

- Complete the gift using your MAD SKILLS, be it drawing or writing fanfic! If you have other cool magic abilities like animating, you’re welcome to use those too!

- Please submit completed works only. Your gift should be fully coloured if it’s art (unless you are specifically doing a monochrome / inked piece), and properly formatted, spell-checked and at least 1,000 words if it’s a written piece.

- For written pieces, google doc links/word documents are fine for the email exchange, but if you want me to include your fic in the tumblr master-post please bear in mind you need to post it somewhere link-able such as AO3.

- if you are submitting NSFW art, AO3 hosts art too and can be a good alternative to tumblr/twitter restrictions.

- Please don’t post any completed gifts on your blog before the gift exchange date!

- if the deadline is approaching and you know you won’t be able to submit your piece in time, please tell me as soon as possible so I can arrange for someone else to fill your assigned prompt.

- if you’d like to remain anonymous, please tell me (there will be master-posts of all the submissions a couple of days after exchange)

- I’ll be tracking the tumblr tag ‘tlhod secret santa 2023’.

There’s also a Discord group - please let us know if you’d like an invite!

#tlhod #lhod #the left hand of darkness #tlhod secret santa 2023

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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months

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make a mess of him ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (23/06/22) & guest (ao3) (20/06/23)

word count ; 953

content ; sexually explicit content, dom/sub dynamics, pegging

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; licorice cookie x (plus size!) cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; the original request on tumblr was pretty vague so i combined it with a recent ao3 request — i hope that anon doesn’t mind.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Licorice always looked so beautiful when he was beneath you: grey hands grasping at the bedsheets above and beside his head, grip so tight that his knuckles were paling and his fingers were trembling; eyes screwed shut and kiss-plumped lips parted in an ‘o’ that you couldn’t help but peck every so often between thrusts, greedily swallowing every moan and gasp that he gave you; legs spread wide and bent at the knees as he tried to gain some sort of leverage against the soft blankets that surrounded you both, his slender thighs, well marked with lipstick stains and blossoming hickeys, trembling and quaking with every stroke of the toy inside of him; sensitive dick throbbing and twitching as pearls of precum leaked out of the head and spilled onto his tense, well-marked stomach. A beautiful mess of a man who didn’t know what to do with himself — thank goodness he had you to take care of him.

Though, if he had the coherence of thought to speak, Licorice would be saying much the same about you. It was obvious from the way his gaze lingered on the swells of your chest and stomach and thighs, how his lips lingered on your softest places for as long as you’d allow, how he’d spend as long as he could kissing and biting and suckling on the plump mounds of your breasts and the pillowy pouch of your stomach. How he could, on days where you’d relent and give him that taste of dominance, spend hours at a time worshipping every curve and dip and swell and edge that made up your figure — caressing and trailing bitten fingernails gently along the fractal stripes of stretch marks with a curiosity that toed the line between innocent and lustful. How he’d massaged and groped and worshipped every inch of your bare form from breasts to stomach to ass to thighs and calves and anything in between, submissive even in his acts of dominance over you.

And it was through these memories that you were able to keep gentle with him: plentiful and generous with the lubricant you used as you lovingly smeared it along your toy and massaged it into the puffy muscles around where he needed you to be; giving and open with your praises and reassurances as you peppered his face and throat and chest with affection and whispered those sweet words against his skin until you felt his pulse peaking and gooseflesh brushed against your lips; patient and slow with your movements when you entered him, giving him all the time in the world to adjust to you and the strap until you were fully sheathed, and even then staying slow and gentle until he was ready for more.

Then, and only then, did you let go and let yourself ruin him — to make him into the writhing, drooling, moaning, twitching mess of a man that he so often became when he was approaching release. When his face was so slick with sweat that his dreads were starting to cling to his forehead and cheeks, and when he was too far gone to even notice the saliva trickling down the sides of his mouth to dampen the pillow beneath him between all of his moans and gasps. When he was too lost to his own pleasure to do anything but cry out for you — for your touch, for your toy, for your voice, for more. Demands that you, of course, complied with the moment you registered them (you were always so good to him).

Pounding harder and faster into his tight little ass until every thrust had his entire body being thrown across the bed, held only in place by your necessarily tight grip on his thighs and his fisting of the sheets close by his head. Punctuating every forward movement with a small amount of praise to get him through, to ground him, even as it all became too much for him and his head started to loll and his pleas became less and less intelligible.

‘Good boy,’ and ‘That’s it,’ and ‘You’re doing so well,’ and ‘You look so beautiful like this,’ spilled from your lips as naturally as an estuary bled into the ocean, coming as naturally as breathing, as you guided him over the edge. Revelling in every whimper and gasp and moan that he gave you until you finally cracked and relinquished your grip on one of his thighs to wrap your dominant hand around his neglected, throbbing dick — he’d more than earned that attention by now and you didn’t like denying him for so long.

And then finally, finally, you were treated to a most welcomed sight; Licorice spiralling over the edge of climax after being given that one last push from you. Oh and what a mess he became: tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted like a dog and moaned like a whore, something resembling your name escaping him right as he painted your fist and his stomach white; his back arching perfectly off of the bed as his limbs trembled and shook under the force of his climax, thighs difficult to keep a hold of as you continued to slowly fuck and jerk him through his high; his cock, thick and heavy and hot in your hand, continuing to twitch and spurt whilst you worked as best you could to prolong his orgasm, his cum smeared all over your hand and his stomach as he clumsily alternated between bucking up into your fist and pushing his hips back against your own (or, rather, your strap).

He truly was a mess, but he was your mess and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

#sleepingdeath #female reader #female reader smut #plus size reader smut #plus size reader #minors dni #minors dont touch #minors fuck off #smut #smut fic #crk smut #cookie run smut #licorice cookie smut #licorice cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader

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after-witch · 4 years

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With Friends Like These (Yandere Dazai x Naive!Reader)

Title: With Friends Like These... (Yandere Dazai x Naive!Reader)

Synopsis: One of your friends thinks Dazai is controlling. Dazai doesn’t like that at all.

Based on: Anonymous said: I just finished your recent yan dazai hc and now all I can imagine is that he moves forward with a plan to get that person to be all theirs using any method necessary [note: referencing yan dazai with oblivious/nurturing s/o headcanons]

Word count: 1400ish

notes: yandere, manipulation

Dazai's thumb easily flicked down your phone screen, checking for anything interesting, anything new, anything (or anyone) that conflicted with his view for your life. You were in the shower, blissfully unaware that he'd read every single "private" conversation you'd had over the past few months whenever he got the chance. It was easy. You didn't hesitate giving him your password, once you'd agreed to start dating.

He probably didn't even need to do this privately, he mused; he could convince you that it was something couples did. Still, that came with the calculated risk that you'd offhandedly mention it to someone else, and they would let you know that your boyfriend was being controlling. They’d probably pry out more information that concerned them and before he knew it, you might confront him or god forbid, get up the nerve to take a break. And that might lead to... other measures, measures Dazai didn't want to take, at least not if he could keep you willingly.

So far, however, your messages were unsurprisingly mundane. You sometimes sent photos of him and you--going out to eat, heading to a museum, or simply resting at his apartment--to the few closer friends that he hadn’t yet been able to chase off.

You used to send solo selfies, silly photos of you wearing comfy pajamas or trying out new looks, but he'd put a stop to that; so now it was couples-pics or nothing. A few photos here and there. Check-ins and emojis. The occasional cancellation on your end--his doing, usually, it was far too easy to get you to lessen contact with friends. All he had to do was withdraw until you were upset, then dangle his presence in front of you on the same day as previously made plans. Sometimes Dazai hated how easy it was to manipulate you.

Ah, there is something, Dazai thought. A message from your friend Orion something-or-other. Dazai had pushed you into cancelling your recent planned lunches and movie nights and catching-up-over-drinks evenings with Orion.

He didn't want you hanging out with anyone, really, but Orion was a particularly annoying presence in your life. He'd sent you a long, meaningful and concerned message after your recent cancellation.

Dazai felt his mouth settling into a frown as he read each word. ‘You are my friend and I care about you…’ ‘I don’t want you to be mad…’ ‘I’ve talked to the others about this… ‘ ‘It seems like he’s really controlling…’ ‘Trying to isolate you…’ ‘It’s not normal…’ ‘Let’s meet at our regular place tomorrow to talk, please.’

What a prying bastard, Dazai thought. Trying to put his nose where it didn’t belong--trying to put his nose into something that belonged to Dazai: you.

Worst of all, you’d replied to this heartfelt message: “I know you care about me! I would never be mad at you for sharing concerns. :) I will see you tomorrow and we can both talk, okay? :) :) :)”

Part of Dazai was furious that you didn’t shut down your friend immediately. You should have rushed to his defense, soothing Orion’s concerns and praising Dazai to high heaven. Yet another part of him recognized that it was just another facet of your exceedingly good nature. You didn’t want to hurt Orion’s feelings by shutting him down, so you would hear him out. But was that really it? Or were you having concerns about your relationship that Orion’s message tapped into?

Dazai hated loose ends, and Orion’s place in your life needed to be wrapped up--permanently.

Dazai loved it when you looked anxious. You reminded him of a little mouse--and he was the cat, naturally. And it was his favorite type of nervous, soft, submissive expression that you wore as you shifted from one leg to the other in discomfort. You wanted to argue, he could tell. But you could never get up the nerve to be so mean to your boyfriend.

“Osamu… he’s--he’s one of my best friends. I don’t understand.”

Dazai kept a firm, patronizing gaze, the type that typically kept you from arguing too much. “(Y/N). I really don’t want to share the details. They’re too… awful… for someone like you.”

At that, you practically puffed out your cheeks, and Dazai had to bite the inside of his own to keep from smiling.

“I’m a grown adult! You can tell me things, you know. I’m not--I’m not a helpless baby, you know.”

He said nothing, instead wanting to see where you would take things on your own. It was helpful--it let him know where you tended to drift, when left unguided. And it was fun to reel you back in when you strayed too far from his own plans.

“Fine!” You said, throwing up your hands. “Then I’m going to meet Orion for lunch. Who knows,” you quipped, “Maybe what he has to say will be helpful.”

It was enough to almost piss him off. But he knew that anger was the easy way out, with you. He could yell at you once and you would probably meekly comply. But that was a short-term solution to a long-term problem.

So instead, Dazai sighed, long and drawn out and filled with an air of I-told-you-so.

"Okay. I really didn't want to have to show you this. But..." he let the phrase trail as he pulled out his phone and tapped on the messaging app. "Read these. This is why I think you shouldn’t meet with this friend of yours.”

He held the phone out like something dirty, and you tentatively took it into your own hands. Your eyes slowly looked down at the screen as you noted an unlisted number on top of the screen. It was a number you recognized easily--the messages were from Orion.

Your thumb slowly swiped down as you read message after message, and oh how Dazai wished he could take a photo of the look unfolding on your face. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. Hurt and humiliation and even anger mingled in, a sort of deep-set anger that he had never seen from you before. Part of him was tempted to encourage you to confront your friend, if only to see that anger bubble over. But that was an exceptional risk, so the notion was quickly tossed aside.

The messages you were reading, the messages causing tears to prick your eyes and your cheeks to redden in shame, ranged from “Orion” insulting Dazai for dating you to threatening him into leaving you and finally to insulting you.

She's a dumbass bimbo who would open her mouth for dick with a smile as long as you told her it was candy. Did you know sucked off every guy at her old work? Do you really want your reputation tainted by being with a whore like that? Just trying to warn you bro. Break up with her before it’s too late.

And the final message, sent that very morning:

After I’m through talking to her today, I’ll be sure to send you a vid of her lips around my cock. I don’t mind an easy lay lol.

It was the last few messages, barbed and hurtful and oh-so-nasty, that did you in. Dazai watched as your pretty face crumpled into a scrunched, ugly mess. You barely had the strength to set his phone down on the table before tears began streaming down your cheeks. You used your free hands to cover your face in shame.

After appreciating the sight for a moment, Dazai took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around you. You melted easily into him, slotting yourself against his side.

“I’m--I’m--” you said, barely able to get out the words. “I’m so-so sorry!” You sobbed more, shaking your head in disbelief. Dazai felt like he could practically see the years of friendship splintering away in your devastated facial expressions. Feelings of betrayal made you so beautiful. He would tuck that nugget of information away for later use.

“He--he just wanted us to break up so he could... could...” You couldn’t finish the sentence, and instead you rested your tear-streaked face against Dazai’s shoulder.

He hushed you, gentle and protective. “It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your back soothingly. “You’re just too trusting for your own good.”

#yandere dazai #yandere dazai osamu #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs dazai #yandere x reader #afterwitch writes #me trying to write insults: the movie #idk bro bro idk bro...

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Red Filter︱Yandere Villain!Deku x f!Reader

Synopsis: Cameras can be made so small nowadays. Perfect for a villain’s viewing pleasure, looking upon the star of the show―you.

Anonymous asked “Can I request Yandere Deku (villain or not you decide) where he's bugged his darling's home and is watching them shower/have a bath?”

a/n: I made this a 2 in 1 submission for the @bnhabookclub’s Celebrating Deku event, as well as the Hero Camp Bingo event!

Bingo Masterlist

Prompts:

Celebrating Deku - villain AU

Hero Camp Bingo - caught masterbating

Warnings: smut, non-consensual recording, mentions of knives and blood, yan. themes

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Deku didn’t need the knife―a thin butterfly model that was skillfully twirling between his fingers. Flipping back and forth, back and forth. It was a passtime of sorts, a distraction, rather than his go to weapon while on the job.

But for others, the blade was sometimes more threatening than the force of his quirk. So in a way, it did have its uses.

Dried blood was a nuisance though, clinging to the reflective metal and taking away from the entrancing glint as it caught the light. He reached for a handkerchief laying haphazardly on the large mahogany desk in front of him. Halfway through the motion, Deku paused.

The show was about to begin.

An artificial glow emitted from the laptop screen atop the desk, lighting up the features of his face. A live feed played on the screen.

There you were, looking absolutely stunning even clad in your retail work uniform. What he wouldn’t give to take his knife and rip the material from your body, exposing what he was so patiently waiting to see.

But such patience would always be rewarded, a fact he was very familiar with.

Deku’s eyes stayed focused on the display, tracking your motions with intent. He knew every single action you would take, right down to the last detail. You padded into the bathroom, making him shift the feed so the microscopic camera in there was full screened.

Expectedly, you began your routine, and he mentally checked off each task as you moved.

You took off your watch, unclasping any jewelry and placing it on the counter. A makeup wipe was pulled from a sealed package, and you gently removed the product from your face.

Deku’s gaze was practically glossed over as he took in the sight of you. He mumbled to himself, “Should be...skincare next?”

A bottle of facial cleanser was taken from the shelf next to you. Meticulously, you washed off any lingering residue from the makeup remover, and the dirt that had settled into your pores throughout the day. Next was the application of various creams and moisturizers. Deku knew each and every product you used off by heart, and the order in which you went through them every night.

Face thoroughly tended to, the next step in your routine was to be completed. But you gave pause, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

Deku smiled at the change in attitude from you, “...And you left your robe in the bedroom this morning. Always the forgetful one.”

You pushed aside the towels hanging off the back of the washroom door, to no avail.

Once again, he used the concealed cameras throughout your apartment to follow you into the bedroom. And there was your robe, which you swiftly grabbed off the back of a chair and returned to your previous position. Now slinging the soft covering over a free hook, you settled onto the edge of the bathtub.

The feed continued to grant Deku access to all of your time spent healing from a long day. Like watching the same movie over and over again, but never failing to entertain him greatly.

You put the plug into the drain at the base of the tub, turning the knobs and letting hot water begin to flood the bottom of it. Still sitting on the edge, you began to wait for the water to rise to that consistent high amount that he’d observed plenty of times before.

But of course, he ran into a brief problem.

Phone out, you were tapping away at the screen. From where the camera was angled, Deku was unable to see exactly what you were doing.

It was a good thing he always made sure to have a plan B, all the way through Z.

A desktop monitor was powered up with the click of a button. Deku pulled up a few windows, a look of satisfaction forming across his face. An additional display showed the active screen of your phone, which he’d also taken the time to bug.

You’d opened the social media page of one of your friends.

Deku’s jaw tightened.

The guy was the arrogant type―techie and too confident in his sub-par abilities. He hated him, but you loved him. In a friendship sense, he hoped.

He was invited over to help you install a security system in your apartment a few months ago. You caught on to the few items that had unceremoniously gone missing. Not that Deku was trying to keep his actions entirely unbeknownst to you.

Really, he simply couldn’t help himself. You just looked so adorable with that worried little face of yours.

And so Deku could forgive you for putting up those useless defences. But naturally, he couldn’t forgive this ‘friend’ who helped you set them up.

His grip on the butterfly knife tightened.

The bath was filled to a standard you deemed acceptable. You reached across to stop the stream, taking a stand when the water stopped falling.

Now for the main act.

With tiredly sluggish motions, you began stripping out of your work uniform. First your top, then jeans. Your hands gripped the clasp at the back of your bra, undoing it and dropping the undergarment onto the pile of discarded clothing on the floor below you. And slowly, you shimmied out of your panties, letting them pool at your feet before stepping out of those completely as well.

Deku’s heart clenched slightly at the exhausted expression on your face. He would be more than happy to help you relax if he was there.

You stretched your arms a bit, then grabbed an elastic to pin your hair atop your head. The action gave Deku a mouth watering view of all your curves that were clearly on display. So plush and grabbable―his hands itched at the thought of holding you in place.

He continued watching with bated breath as you finally stepped into the steaming water. A look of pure euphoria enveloped your face as you sunk into it, submerging your body as a breathy sigh escaped your lips.

As the tensions slowly left your being, Deku leant back into the leather chair he was seated in. His eyes trailed up and down your bare form, the feeling of his pants tightening at the delectable sight not going unnoticed. A sheen of water clung to your skin, highlighting your figure in all the right places.

This was by far his favorite part of the day. If he could afford the time when he wasn’t ruthlessly hunting down heroes who were so foolish enough to get in his way, loyally accompanied by his lackeys, he would gratefully pull up a live feed and bask in the view you unknowingly gave him. It was therapeutic―watching you unwind having similarly soothing effects on him.

And so he paid close attention as your hands travelled delicately over your body, lathering the lush skin up in soap. You paused a few times, using the slipperiness the product provided to massage certain tense muscles. Those in your biceps, kneading the soft flesh of your thighs, working the tension out of your calves.

Deku thought to himself―did you know he was watching? Putting on such an entrancing show like that, how could he not grow a little antsy at the sight of you?

You were just so perfect for him. The way you spoke, your personality, your figure. You shouldn’t have to take care of yourself with no help. He had servants who could do that for you, or even better, Deku could tend to your aches and pains personally. And there were more ways than just your methods of massaging to get you to relax, how he would love to show you.

Maybe if you were just a little more observant, you’d find the already impressive presence he had in your life. If you did, the two of you would finally be able to move onto the fun part.

Deku’s wandering thoughts halt as you place the bar of soap down, slowly washing the residual suds off your body.

You leant against the wall of the porcelain tub, sighing deeply and throwing your head back.

Well, this was new.

The look on your face, it seemed...irritated.

Your expression was relatively blank, but the pursed lips and light drumming of your finger on the edge of the tub gave you away.

And what could be going on in that mind of yours now?

Coming out of this brief meditative state, your eyes shot open. Deku followed where they landed.

The showerhead.

It was fixed next to the handles of the main tap, and your gaze remained on it―conflicted and contemplative. And then you moved.

A smirk crept across Deku’s face.

Your hands reached for the showerhead, pulling it from its situated spot. You turned the handles, changing the water flow so it went through the device in your hand rather than the main spout. Moving back, you leaned once again against the tub. Fingers fiddled with the controls, the stream setting shifting to a force that was steady and direct, but gentle enough that he assumed was the right amount so as not to make you too sensitive.

He could make you feel better than a showerhead. No―he would.

You dipped the device below the water, parting your legs to accommodate for its size. The flow came into contact with your needy core, and it sent your face scrunching up at the sensation.

He ate up the sight of you getting yourself off, resting his head against a hand propped up on the arm of his chair. It was a satisfying feeling―knowing how naive you were to his onlooking, and seeing you so intimately. Unfortunately, the rippling of the water distorted his view. With your hips bucking and the stream of water interrupting the once stillness of the surface, Deku grew mildly annoyed.

So of course, he noted that soon enough he would need to make up for the occurrence. And he would take his sweet, sweet time with you, to make sure nothing could hide you from his view.

You writhed against the flow of the showerhead, angling it back and forth over your clit. Sometimes you’d let it drop just a little lower, before growing impatient and returning to the previous ministrations. The forcefulness against your sensitive bud had your nerves firing off with hot sensations. Deku could tell you were getting close―the way you squirmed in the water growing more intense.

Desperately, your hips rutted against the impactful force. And yet, when you did slump back down, it wasn’t because you finally found release.

You huffed in frustration, teetering on the brink of orgasm, yet failing to push yourself over. A crease formed between your brows as your eyes shut tightly closed.

Aw, the poor thing, Deku thought amusedly to himself.

The villain chuckled slightly in a somewhat sadistic manner at your semi-pout, his head tilting as he continued to observe you unable to seek release. Your helpless need to cum had his cock throbbing, but he held himself back from tending to his own needs. After all, there’d be more than enough time to take care of not just his own pent up desires, but that of yours as well―after he tied up a few loose ends, of course.

Still unsatisfied, you upped the intensity of the showerhead’s stream.

You threw your head back in a silent scream, taking the sheer intensity as it came. Your chest was heaving, legs shaking as the heat pooling in your stomach grew. In a final effort, your hand dipped underneath the surface of the warm water. Two fingers spread apart your folds, exposing the most sensitive part of your heat. The sounds of your quiet whimpers spilled out of the laptop’s speakers, it sounding like music to his ears.

And then the hand flew over your mouth as you finally convulsed in while hot pleasure, riding out the waves of your orgasm. Even then, Deku could still hear the moan that escaped your lips as you succumbed to the pressure hitting your cunt.

He noted your attempts to stifle the noise. Cute, trying to keep your neighbours from hearing. That’s fine, he’s the only one who should know what you’re doing anyways.

Deku didn’t even realize the thin and nearly unnoticeable layer of sweat that’d developed against his forehead, disregarding it as he watched you come down from your high and weakly returning the showerhead to its stand.

That must’ve done the trick, you finally looking completely and utterly blissed out as you slumped back into the cooling water. Your eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment he feared that you would fall asleep amongst the sheer exhaustion your orgasm put you through. It would only mean he would have to pay you a visit, pushing your inevitable meeting with him to a closer date.

Deku began to grow fond of that thought, until the shrill noise of a text message notification rang from your phone.

Your head lifted, seeing that the device was laying on the counter, completely out of reach. You sighed in defeat, being unable to leave the message unread. The drain was unplugged, and the sound of the water escaping the tub came through the speakers of Deku’s laptop.

With lazily slow movements, you clambered out of the bathtub. He observed your legs still shaking, making you look like a fawn ready to collapse under its own weight. A small bubble of frustration grew inside of him as you pulled on the robe, obstructing his vision from your tantalizing body.

Your still dampened hands grasped your phone, unlocking it and peering at whatever notification had come through.

And so he acted similarly, pulling up the feed that your bugged device was showing him on the monitor. The messaging app was opened to that same worthless guy you chose to associate with for some ungodly reason, and who you’d questionably regarded on social media before bathing.

The text was short, but not sweet.

> you up?

It was late in the night, your work shift forcing you to change your sleep schedule to accommodate the routine. Deku would never make you conform to such an unhealthy lifestyle. Your little friend didn’t seem to care about you the way he did, only making his anger directed at the man grow. He leant forward, awaiting your response.

The feed showed you typing away, a few seconds later sending a disappointing response.

< Yeah, why?

Deku scoffed at how fast the guy replied, the debasing answer only making him seem even more pathetic in his mind.

> come over, i need u

The villain anticipated your reaction. You paced a few times in the small bathroom, stopping with a pensive face to grip the edge of the counter top. Taking a few moments to decide your next move, you laid the phone down atop the marbled surface.

Deku was excruciatingly aware of even the most minute changes in your behaviour. So he couldn’t help but pick up on the way your thighs pressed together, or how you chewed on your lower lip anxiously. The smirk that was plastered on his face for so long fell.

You picked up the phone.

He watched you type.

< On my way.

You didn’t hit send though, instead letting your finger linger over the button that would seal your fate. Judging by your actions, Deku could tell you were unsure of what to do.

If you couldn’t decide for yourself, he would do it for you.

With a few clicks on his monitor’s keyboard, Deku erased the man’s contact from your phone from where he sat, deleting the conversation you were having with him as well.

The amused look returned to his face, seeing your confused reaction. Realistically, it would’ve been safer for the both of you if he remained patient in his ways. Sooner or later, he would get you to come to him. Yet, the notion of these questionable connections you held didn’t really sit right with him.

Even if he got rid of the guy, which he would, there would be others. There are others, Deku has seen the way people look at you. Ways that warranted the most painful punishment he could inflict on them.

And so he resolved―he was done waiting. It was time for you to get to know him.

Deku picked up a burner phone, starting a conversation with your contact. His ring clad fingers danced across the small keyboard, sending the message with a triumphant feeling forming inside of him.

It was something he knew would get a good reaction out of you.

> Did that showerhead feel good?

He laughed a bit at the way your expression dropped, gaze falling upon the unknown ID showing up on the screen of your phone. You physically froze in place, and for a moment he felt a little bad for scaring you.

That concern quickly dissipated though, finding your fearful look absolutely adorable.

His phone buzzed in his hand.

< Who is this?

He shook his head at your questioning. All in due time, sweetheart.

> You look so cute, all scared and shaking like that.

He paused for a moment before sending another text.

> Why don’t you make that face for me in person?

You stumbled back, knees colliding with the tub and forcing you to sit back on the edge. Through the live feed, Deku could see the not so subtle way your hands trembled as you gripped the phone.

His own device went off, and more than once.

< What does that mean?

Deku gave no response.

< Please answer me.

You sure are cute when you plead like that.

< ...Who the hell are you?!

A devilish grin stretched across Deku’s face. With a press of a button on the desktop, one of his lackeys was entering his office. The man stood at attention, awaiting orders from his leader.

He spoke in an almost lazy tone, like the importance of the situation didn’t really mean all that much to him. When in reality, it meant the world to him―you meant the world to him. “Post half a dozen men outside her apartment complex. You know what to do if she tries for the cops.”

“Yes, sir. Anything else?”

Deku remained focused on you, still terrifyingly expecting a response that you’d never receive. At least not through text. He regarded the lackey without looking up, “I’m heading out for a bit. Just gotta take care of something. Don’t call me unless there’s an emergency.”

“Of course, good luck.” With that the underling exited the way he entered, letting the large and heavy wooden doors close with a thud behind him.

A final fleeting glance was spared to regard you over the live feed. He soaked up the way you still had your eyes trained on the screen. Your attention was all for him, and nobody else. Just the way it should be.

Nimble fingers shut the laptop closed. Amongst all the detailed information Deku had memorized about you, he engrained the documented history of your phone’s second most recent contact that was displayed on the monitor as well. He turned that off too, sucking in a deep breath of air, and exhaling with purpose.

He flipped the butterfly knife closed, calmly pocketing the weapon.

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supernatural-jackles · 3 years

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Tell Me a Story - Bingo Challenge

A little while back, I hit 20k followers on here and I got to thinking about how I wanted to celebrate that huge milestone. Over time, participating in bingos has been a very rewarding challenge for me. I’ve been able to express myself in ways I never thought I could. I’ve been able to share parts of me that I never thought I would. Then this idea came along.

Tell Me a Story... your story!

I want you to tell me something about you. I want to get to know you through your stories. It doesn’t have to be big and it doesn’t have to be small. The point is that I want to know something about the person behind the stories.

But wait... READERS CAN SIGN UP TOO!!

Readers, have you felt left out of bingo challenges? Have you wanted to participate but don’t write? This is for you too!!

This bingo will start on March 1st 2021 and finish on February 28th 2022.

Sign ups will be open until February 18th!

Cards for this will be out by the end of February.

This bingo will include Au’s, Tropes, Characters and prompts!

Now for the rules and regulations:

You in no way have to complete this card. In order to be declared as participated, you must complete one square. That is the minimum requirement.

You must be following me in order to participate in this. Which means 18+ ONLY!

It is required that you join the discord server. Tumblrs notifications are not up to par with doing their job. You must link your fic in the creations.

Minimum word count is 500 words. There is no maximum for this. (C’mon, have you met me?)

You have to have warnings at the beginning of your fic.

Please use the hashtag #Tell Me a Story Bingo in the first 5 tags, and please tag me in the A/N.

All characters must be over the age of 18 at this moment. No sex with minors even if you age them up.

This is more of an SPN challenge, but I’m open to you writing other fandoms. Just let me know ahead of time.

It can be part of a series, I do ask that you link me to part number one so I can catch up if need be.

Please be clear on which square you are filling. You are allowed to combine this with other bingos, but I need to know which one is for me!

I am hoping to read a majority of these submissions and they will be reblogged to my reading blog!

You may write for whoever you want, but please be reader insert! If there is an idea you’d like to do but it’s a ship, please just shoot me a message and we’ll talk.

Gif credit is an absolute must!!

This is a hate free event! There is already way to much negativity in the SPN fandom and we are not using this as an opportunity to create more. Hate free!!

I will welcome Walker Crossovers, and The Boys Crossovers.

Please fill out the sign up sheet as specifically as you can!

I will change up to 10 squares if you are unhappy with them.

I probably forgot something! Have fun!

Magic word is Miracle

*If there isn’t a whole lot of interest in this, this won’t be happening*

Readers!!

Without a doubt, you are a reason that keeps all of us going. You make us want to write and share what we create with you. We love your gasps, and your reactions to what we put out. You mean everything to us!!

You will receive a card to your choosing and your job is to find fics that fit the square and mean something to you. Whether the fic made you laugh or made you cry. Whether it was one line in it that struck a chord.

You’re going to tell that writer your thoughts on their fic. It can be in a reblog or an ask (anonymous is allowed if you’re shy) When you are done, drop a link to the fic in the reader-recs room in the discord.

All the same rules apply to you guys too. You don’t have to specifically read something from one of the participants. You can share whatever you chose to share. You just have to follow the rules and guidelines.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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A spicier Yandere!Villain!Izuku/Reader for an absolutely lovely anonymous commissioner, featuring just a little Katsuki /Reader on the side. It’s always nice to get to experiment with a scenario I don’t get to use very often, but honestly, making Katsuki absolutely miserable might just a hobby, at this point.

Title: Lasting Rivalries.

Word Count: 2.0k

TW: Noncon, AFAB!Reader, Kidnapping, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, and Slight Exhibitionism.

The air tasted like mold.

You could’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep in the cold, brisk atmosphere of Katsuki’s apartment, where every draft carried the vaguest traces of bleach and even the dust was neatly polished. Wherever you were now couldn’t be the same place, hell, you doubted it was the same building. The mattress underneath you was warm, uncomfortably so, the kind of damp, sticky heat that only radiated off of objects with a decade’s worth of grime. It was dark, the walls a bare, desolate grey and the few functioning lights only seeming to highlight how obscured everything felt, out in the open yet hidden by some thick curtain hanging just in front of your eyes. Your head felt… bad. You weren’t in pain, and you didn’t have a headache, but you almost wished you did. It would’ve been real, and that must’ve been better than whatever cotton had been stuffed where your skull was supposed to be.

You tried to roll over, intent on coughing away the blockage, but to your dulled shock, you weren’t able to do anything more than shift before falling back into place. Your wrists had been tied to something cold and metallic - part of the bed frame, you guessed, a post - but the rope was soft, seamless and smooth. A harsh distinction from the scratchy, cheap sheet that’d been spread out under your exposed back.

Oh, wait. Where were your clothes?

It was a startling realization, but you didn’t have much time to linger on it. As soon as you had time to properly feel the chill running over your skin, something replaced it. Two palms pressed into your sides, just above your hips, gloved but undeniably there, squeezing as they went, exploring. You kicked, reflexively, relieved to find your legs free enough to do so, but the mass was unmovable, catching your knee and pushing it flat against the bed with a light chuckle. You manage to focus, although your gaze was still blurry and your head still clogged, a shape forming in front of you. A silhouette, at first, then a form. A man. By the time you put a name to those hints of a face, you might as well not’ve bothered.

You would’ve recognized the voice of that monster anywhere. Even with the added smugness.

“When did they get so soft, Kacchan?” Izuku asked, a self-righteous smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. His tone was mocking, too patronizing to be genuine, but that didn’t stop his hands from falling to your waist, rubbing slow, measured circles into your midriff before moving towards your thighs and groping curiously. He continued, unprompted, not seeming to care that he’d never gotten a response. “You did that on purpose, yeah? I know you like your targets too weak to fight back.”

“Fuck off.” You didn’t have to think, your attention locking onto the interruption’s source, onto your boyfriend. Your restraints were child’s play compared to Katsuki’s, his hands encased in metal cylinders and leather belts laid across every extremity that could’ve possibly broken free. He was pinned against a cement column, immobilized, a loose muzzle strapped over the lower half of his face for Izuku’s personal enjoyment. He hadn’t been taken peacefully, either, a splatter of dried blood matting blonde hair to his scalp and his Hero get-up ripped to tatters, stripped of anything that could’ve been made into a weapon. You might’ve been jealous of how much effort had gone into capturing him, if concern hadn’t been shoved to the forefront of your mind, refusing to budge once it took its place. “Touch (Y/n) one more time and I swear I’ll--”

“Maybe we should gag him,” Izuku mused, cutting Katsuki off gracelessly. It took you longer than you’d like to admit to realize he was talking to you, but you didn’t dare indulge him with an answer, averting your eyes to the wall with a pointed glare. Izuku just pouted, crouching and nuzzling affectionately into the crook of your knee. You shuddered at the contact, but he didn’t seem to share your aversion, something lovesick weighing down his tone. “I don’t know how you put up with him for so long, angel. All those dirty words, and that rotten attitude…” He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “It had to be terrible. You need someone to love you, really love you, right?”

“I… I don’t need anything from you,” You spat, attempting to clench your thighs together. Izuku pushed them back open with a strength you couldn’t hope to counter. “Get off of me!”

“You don’t think you need me,” He corrected, prompting a groan and a series of volatile insults from Katsuki. If Izuku heard him, he didn’t feel the need to give a response, kissing the inside of your thigh, instead, his lips lingering a second too long. “You’ve been... influenced by Kacchan. He didn’t love you like I would’ve, he didn’t take care of you. I wouldn’t have made you go out into the big, bad world every single day. I wouldn’t have been so ungrateful.” Another kiss, this one higher up. “You deserve better. I’ll give you better.”

You opened your mouth, but anything you could’ve said was caught in your throat and choked on as Izuku took hold of your hips, pinning you down despite his attempts to buck him off. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but when a hot, eager tongue dragged along the length of your slit, the severity of your situation finally dawned on you, sparks of something callous and distant accompanying overwhelming, overpowering terror. Your mind went blank, but you flailed, attempting to kick and writhe and struggle until he let go, but your resistance only seemed to make Izuku more determined, pulling away to suck at your sensitive clit, flicking at it almost playfully with his tongue.

The pleasure was invasive, aggressive. Izuku was relentless, drinking you down like a man starved, his inexperience covered by his will to find whatever spot made your body contort and abuse it, whether that meant fucking your entrance with his tongue or drawing baseless, abstract patterns in your cunt or lapping at forcibly provoked wetness and daring you not to make a sound. You bit your bottom lip in an effort not to give him what he wanted, but his pursuit was a brutal one, the whimpers that found their way through your defenses meek and pitiful. Katsuki had been stunned into silence, but your involuntary submission seemed to snap him out of his stupor, an assumption only further backed-up by the garbled mix of ‘get away from them’s and ‘I’ll fucking kill you’s that soon filled the cramped space. Izuku delighted in that, nearly moaning against you, the reverberation sending an unpleasant tremor up your spine. You couldn’t tell what was getting him off more - your suffering or Katsuki’s.

Regardless of his intentions, your body was reacting to his ministrations, something in your core pooling and spiraling, delving into a dark, aching fire you wish had stayed untouched. Your hips nearly followed Izuku when he pulled away, straightening his back and making a half-hearted attempt to wipe away the spit and slick staining his chin with his sleeve before his shoulders slumped, a wide, malicious grin forming across his features as he looked over you. Wordlessly, he pulled off a glove with his teeth, swiping his newly freed fingers over your cunt, letting translucent fluids gather on fingertips. He held them to your lips, only hesitating for a moment before giving a command. “Lick it off,” He demanded, his smile never faltering. “Or I’ll have someone come in and slit his fucking throat.”

You weren’t proud to taste yourself on his skin, gagging when he shoved his digits down your throat and spitting when he refused to dislodge them, coughing until something in your throat tore and fell away. He only kissed your cheek, something you hoped was meant to be a reward.

You were still recovering when he started to undress, lazily unbuttoning his white dress-shirt and pulling it off, only bothering to shrug his pants down enough to free his cock. Of all things, that was what got you, how casual he acted, as if he was only admiring something he already owned. Tears sprung up in the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision despite your attempts to blink them away. Izuku took care of that, though, cooing as he dragged his thumb over your cheek. It could’ve made you sick. It did make you sick. But, the sudden wave nausea did little to stop something painfully hard from rutting against your thigh as Izuku leaned down, the sensation a constant, perverted reminder of your growing misery.

“Please…” You mumbled, the words falling from your tongue reluctantly. You tugged at your restraints, trying to pull yourself into a more dignified position, but all you accomplished was irritating your already-sore wrists. “Please don’t, Midoriya, please. I’m… I haven’t done this before.”

His eyes widened, the hint of a scowl shadowing over his expression. “Poor thing, poor baby,” He crooned, the words dripping with manufactured sympathy. With one hand, he steadied himself, positioning his length at your entrance with the other, making it clear that no amount of sobbing or innocence would get you out of being defiled. “No wonder you’re scared, he must’ve neglected you for so long. But, you don’t have to worry, love. Your Izuku’s gonna take care of you, from now on.”

That was all the warning you got before he pushed into you, snapping his hips against yours and only stopping when he bottomed out inside of you. Something between a moan and a croak found its way from your throat, but you were quickly distracted from the discomfort as Izuku took up your thighs, digging his nails into your flesh and forcing your knees against your chest, something between confusion and distress flooding into your system. By the time he began thrusting in earnest, finding a steady rhythm to match the tempo of his fleeting, breathy panting, you were sobbing, trying fruitlessly to keep your breakdown at bay as a terrible, unknown pressure built inside of you, a knot forming somewhere in the bottom of your gut. You were snug around him, hot and tight and drooling, making each movement all the more tortuous, toe-curling, world-shattering. It felt like there was never a moment he wasn’t hitting something new, something foreign, something you couldn’t quite make up your mind about. Unwillingly, you clenched around him, and Izuku faltered, groaning shamelessly. You were almost glad you’d fallen so far, when you felt him twitch.

Anything that managed to numb the filth slowly spreading through your body was a mercy.

“You feel so good,” He drawled, hunching forward, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. His breath was warm on your skin, damp, your disgust unaided by the teeth soon embedded in your neck, biting into anything they could reach. He acted without care, without discretion, his only goal being to make his mark and ensure that it lasted, regardless of how much blood he had to draw to do so. “Gonna make you mine, he won’t be able to touch you when I’m done. No one’ll be able to look at you without thinking of me.” He paused, letting out the fractured bastardization of a laugh, relief heavy in the cracked sound. “I’ll knock you up. Kacchan could never give you that.”

Oh, god, Katsuki. Your head fell to the side, in search of something stable to latch onto, but he was far from a source of comfort. He was despondent, limp and motionless, his bindings slack, unneeded. Still, every muscle in his body was tense, on edge, but if he could do anything but sit and stare, you couldn’t tell. His eyes were peeled open, lips parted but no noise coming out, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to make the words. He was as much of a prisoner as you were, now. As helpless as you were, now.

Weakly, he opened his mouth, what was left of his will escaping in a miserable, wounded whisper. “I’ll fucking kill you, Deku.”

That was all it took for Izuku to finish, staining you so thoroughly, you doubted you would ever feel clean again.

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jb-smut-swap · 3 years

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🚨 Sign-Ups are Open! 🚨

Calling all obscenity enthusiasts – The Exchange That Was Promised: Jaime x Brienne Smut Swap 2021 is here!

After the excitement of the @jaime-brienne-fic-exchange last summer, I (@wildlingoftarth) made the innocent observation that doing something similar with nothing but smutty one-shots would be fun. After a very enthusiastic response from fellow PWP-lovers and a lot of help from @bussdowntarthiana, the idea for the Smut Swap was born.

How The Smut Swap Works:

If interested, you will sign up at the bottom of this post and be emailed a link to a survey where you will fill out your reading and writing preferences and provide three prompts. You will then be assigned prompts from another participant and must write one completed fic, rated M or E, incorporating one (or more) of these prompts. Fics are then posted, anonymously, between February 11-13, with the big writer reveal on Valentine’s Day, February 14!

By the end of the exchange, you will have written one smutty fic for another writer, and someone will have written one smutty fic for you.

It will be very similar to the exchange in that if you’d like to participate, you will:

Receive an email to fill out a prompt survey, and

Be matched to someone for whom you will write a fic using their prompt fills.

This exchange will be different in a few ways:

Like it says on the tin, this is for smut only, so all fics will be rated M or E for sexual content. Please don’t sign up unless you are willing and able to write something of a sexual nature!

There will not only be a minimum word count (500 words), there will also be a maximum word count (5,000 words).

One of your prompts must be audio or visual in nature - a song, video, photo, moodboard, gif, podcast, etc.

Due to the subject matter and ratings, only writers ages 18+ are invited to participate. We won’t be checking ID, so this will be on the honor system, but please don’t get us arrested for contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

Since we learned from the earlier fic exchange that you all are some wordy wenches, we have chosen to cap the submissions at 5,000 words. We know it will be hard (heh) but please try not to go over - a few words over is fine, but we’re looking for smutty one-shots here, not multi-chapter epics. Though if you’d like to expand your fic into a multi-chapter epic after the exchange, BY ALL MEANS.

In addition to providing your own preferences for reading and writing - rating preference, things you do and don’t like, etc. - you will be asked to provide three prompts for your writer to choose from. One must be audio or visual in nature (a link to a song, video, photo, moodboard, gif, podcast, etc.). These can be as vague or specific as you choose. Very specific/niche requests are welcome, but please ensure that at least one of your prompts is more general in case no one else feels quite so strongly about Greyjoy kraken hentai threesomes (h/t @kiraziwrites).

Important notes:

You must have an AO3 account to participate. If you do not have an AO3 account, you can either request one via the AO3 website or reach out to the organizers for an invite via the ask box.

Key dates:

Nov. 27-Dec. 5 - Sign-ups are open

Dec. 12 - Prompt survey sent out

Dec. 19 - Prompt survey deadline

Jan. 2 - Prompt matches sent out

Feb. 11-13 - Fics posted to AO3 collection

Feb. 14 - Writers revealed

More detailed posting instructions will be shared after matches are sent out.

Questions? Put 'em in our ask box or email [email protected].

#jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #fanfic #jxb smut swap

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anxiousnerdwritings · 3 years

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3rd part lmao imma be writing this shit until I die damn bro. also tw drugging, doesnt come until the end tho

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running from 4 symbiotes (one of them being a god) wasnt too fun, especially considering the fact that your legs were starting to burn. but toxin never stopped for a second, he only kept on running from the fight behind the two of you.

when you tripped and fell, he picked you up and carried you, giving your legs a well deserved break.

the two of you continued on like that for a while when you were both met with the end of the large forest. it was absolute silence besides the breathe of you and toxin.

although it was faint, you both were able to see the city line, glowing like a light house in the middle of an ocean.

however, before the both of you were able to figure out what to do next, you heard a screech come from the forest. the large footsteps of someone running, their feet pounding into the ground.

"______, where the FUCK are you?!"

well, theres carnage.

toxin wasted no time, setting you down, leaning you onto a tree, and pretended to be inspecting your wounds. hes not gonna fall for that, toxin, you thought, hearing the stomping approach the two of you.

toxin wasted no time, and looked at you with a I'm sorry look before creating a sharp nail and making a small cut on the back of your lower leg. you hissed, and while it was unbearable, it wasnt a nice feeling.

carnage appeared right after, looming over the two of you, before looking at your leg and seeing that it was bleeding.

toxin was faster then carnage, however, and he quickly healed the wound faster then he made it.

carnage seemed to calm down a bit before he picked you up and motioned for toxin to follow him.

☆

carnage carried you all the way to a little run down apartment, not the same one you remember before the wars but an apartment all the same. he set you down in front of the door before dragging you inside.

toxin followed, and saw the shitty conditions of the apartment. the walls were cracked, the countertops and floor were covered in either dust or dirt, the paint inside and outside was peeling and to top it off, it was cramped. extremely cramped.

carnage let you go before heading to the kitchen area, and came back with some water.

"here." he said, handing the glass to you. you gave a nod before gulping it down, a new thirst coming from your absolute marathon in the woods.

toxin sat on a foldable chair next to the wall watching as you handed back the glass to kasady, who had changed back to himself

cletus looked at the glass for a moment, inspecting the bottom of the glass, before smiling and going back to the other room to put the glass away.

you turned to toxin, whispering, "what are we gonna do?"

toxin replied, "we stay here. dont you remember the rule of the adoption wars?"

you smiled and had to stifle a laugh.

"you know, when I made that nickname for it, I wasnt thinking they were gonna go this far for me."

toxin was about to reply but cletus came back in and looked at the both of you, before saying, "____, you must feel really tired right now, dont you?"

you looked at him, puzzled for a second, before the confusion turned to drowsiness. you went to stand up but instead you had to hold yourself up with a nearby table.

toxin quickly went over to you, and helped you back onto the chair. he looked at you, seeing your eyelids droop, before he turned back to cletus.

cletus gave an innocent smile before he said, "is she tired or...?"

toxin turned back to you, and seeing you almost fall over made him look for a comfortable place for you to sleep. he saw a room that probably led to a bedroom and putting one arm around his shoulder, he dragged you into the somewhat nicer looking room and plopped you down onto the bed.

when he was sure that you were asleep, he turned back to the doorway, seeing cletus leaning on it. he stood up straight, puffing his chest out.

"I dont think it's a good idea to try and drug her again, cletus. wont make her trust you."

cletus' smile vanished as he walked away.

"listen here, kid, I don't like doing it anymore then you do, but I need her to be calm so te others wont find her here. besides, this place is temporary I'm getting a new place. one where itll be much more harder for any of them to find her. so calm down, relax and make sure she doesnt try to leave, will ya? I'll be back in a bit."

as cletus was enveloped by carnage, and he opened a window to swing out of, toxin was starting to wonder why he even put up with anyone's bullshit

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ack I finished it and my fingers are sore. I'm thinking of just submitting these stories but then I would have to reveal my identity which makes me uncomfortable for some weird ass reason. also is his name spelt with a c or a k I've been saying cletus for all my life I dont he has another way of spelling it but I could be wrong lmao. anyway thanks for reading this, I have no idea what to do with my life - knull anon

Wow! You’re really delivering with these, Knull anon!! I get excited whenever I see you send another one in😊. And yeah Cletus is spelt with a C but Kasady is with a K.

Also, I think you can submit anonymously but if you’d like you can send a test submission in and if you’re username pops up I can just delete it but if you’re still uncomfortable with that then it’s all good😊.

#anxious answers

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do-it-with-style-events · 4 years

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Interest Check FAQ!

Hey everyone! We were absolutely blown away with the response to our Reverse Bang interest check—we can’t wait to get signups open tomorrow! There were some great questions asked on the interest form, so below the cut you’ll find some answers and explanations about things people have been confused about, plus a full explanation of how we’ll be running writer claims at the very bottom.

What happens if I don’t get claimed / get a piece during claims?

The DIWS mod team is committed to making sure everyone gets a match during claims. If you sign up, you’ll be able to participate. All writers will be given a piece of art, and all artists are guaranteed that at least one of their submitted pieces will be claimed. There’s a detailed explanation about the claims process at the bottom of this post, but rest assured, we will get everyone matched up.

Can I submit more than one piece as an artist?

Short answer: YES!

Longer answer: Yes, but with some specifications. Since we won’t know the exact balance of artists to writers until sign ups close, we’ve created a system that allows us a fair amount of flexibility, so we can adjust with the numbers.

Artists may submit up to 2 pieces which will be guaranteed to go onto the claims slides for the writers to look at. We only guarantee that one piece per artist will be claimed, but it is likely that any piece on the claims slides will be claimed.

In addition, artists may submit up to 2 pieces which will not be guaranteed to go onto the claims slides. Depending on how many art submissions we get and how many writers sign up, we will dip into this list of extra pieces at random to make sure we have enough art to go around. If you submit 2 extra pieces, you’ll be able to rank them, and we’ll go through everyone’s first extra piece before we start adding second ones.

We know this is a bit complicated, and as always please ask questions if you’re not sure about something. It all comes down to a matter of numbers. There’s no way for us to ensure there is exactly the same number of art pieces as there are writers, so we need this flexibility to make sure everyone ends up happily on a team.

What if I’m an artist and a writer?

If you’re signing up as both an artist and a writer, you may submit one initial art piece and one extra.

Is there a theme?

Nope! As long as it’s a Good Omens fanwork and does not include RPF (Real Person Fiction) or one of the Archive of Our Own major archive warning tags without prior approval from the mod team you’re golden!

Are crossovers allowed?

To a certain extent. Fusions, where you take another source material’s setting or aesthetic or inspiration from the plot are allowed, but full crossovers involving characters from other sources are not. A good rule of thumb is if someone could understand the piece fully without knowing anything about the non-Good Omens source material.

What’s the required word count for fics?

Minimum word count for all fics is 5k. There is not a maximum, BUT we strongly encourage you to plan a piece which you can complete in five chapters or less. This isn’t a hard limit, especially since once you’re working with an artist both works may grow from the collaboration, but please base your initial plans around keeping your work relatively small.

Are languages other than English allowed for fics?

Unfortunately no. We can’t guarantee matches for non-English works, and on the moderation side we won’t be able to do check-ins or claims effectively, so all fics must be written in English for this event.

How can I help out as a beta?

Because we don’t require beta readers or do beta claims, we won’t have beta signups for this event. We did for the Mini Bang and then didn’t use the list of signups much, so have decided to forgo it this time. However, we do have pingable beta roles for both fic and art in our discord server, so if you’d like to help out as a beta for the Reverse Bang we suggest you join us over there so writers and artists can contact you if they want help!

What does the timeline for working on event pieces look like?

You can check out our schedule right here!

Also, keep in mind that while posting begins on January 17th, it will go on for several weeks, likely until the end of February. And we don’t require the entire piece to go up on your posting day, so it doesn’t have to be completely finished by then, either.

If you aren’t sure that you’ll be able to commit to this timeline right now, you can also consider joining us as a pinch hitter, for either writing or art, and jump in to help a group that’s lost a member later on.

Claims

We’ve had a lot of really good questions about claims, which makes sense! Claims are complicated, and we totally get that they can be a bit anxiety inducing, so we decided to just give you a walkthrough of exactly how we do claims from start to finish. We’ll be using essentially the same system we did for the Mini Bang.

Before claims, artists will submit a draft of their piece along with some extra info: a working title, tags, warnings, the rating(s) they’re comfortable with, and, if they’d like, a loose summary or concept for a fic they imagine relating to their piece. The mods will collect this info, anonymize it by assigning each work a number, and then put them all into a doc. That doc will be shared with the writers, who will have about a week to peruse them and decide which pieces catch their eye the most.

(A note on anonymity: it isn’t going to be perfect this time. Art styles are much more immediately recognizable than written ones, even in a drafting stage. We are confident though that the randomization element of our claims system should solve any issues recognizing artists could cause.)

During claims, all writers will be sent a google form to fill out. On this form, we ask for a ranked list of the artworks the writer is interested in working on. Last time we asked for a minimum of 7; we’ll decide what this event’s minimum will be after signups have closed and we know what our artist to writer ratio is.

Once the claims form has closed (after 48 hours), the mods will get to work pairing people up. Our system has a lot of moving parts, so bear with us while we go through this.

To start off, we assign every writer a random number. We do not do claims first come first serve, so this random number gives us our sorting order. Writers who are under 18 are given the first numbers, to make sure they can be paired with SFW only artwork.

Our first goal is to make sure everyone gets paired. To facilitate that, we start off by pairing up any art piece which was only claimed by one writer. We continue to pair solitary matches throughout the process when new ones appear as matched pairs are removed from the list.

Once there are no more solitary matches, we start at the top of our randomized writer list and give them the first artwork listed in their claims form. Then that writer and that art piece are removed from the list, and we continue on. As works are removed from the list, new solitary pairs may occur, and we pair them as soon as they show up, then continue down the numbered list.

As an example:

Writer #1 listed arts: 6, 4, 18, 22, 94, 38, 2, 71, 64, and 40 Writer #2 listed arts: 71, 83, 49, 22, 41, 17, 46, 60, 81, and 3 Writer #3 listed arts: 6, 71, 38, 94, 71, 62, 6, 18, 30, and 13

Writer #1 gets art 6; Writer #2 gets art 71; Writer #3 gets art 38, because the first two on their list are already assigned.

As an extra precaution to make sure everyone gets a pair, we’ll be offering writers the option to act as a wild card instead of giving us a ranked list of art pieces. Wild card writers will be assigned wherever we need to fill in once the main process is done. Wild card writers will still be allowed to tell us which ratings they are comfortable with and to give us a no-go list of things they would not like to be paired with, which we will respect when giving them their assignments.

This is a complicated process, we know. It took us about 3 days to figure out how to make all the moving pieces work last time, but in the end it went fantastically, and we’re confident it will work just as well this time. If you have any questions about it please don’t hesitate to reach out; we want everyone to feel comfortable with the game plan before we dive into it!

#good omens #do it with style events #good omens reverse bang #reverse bang

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anjael · 7 months

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DOTA SECRET SANTA 2023 - SIGNUPS OPEN

It’s that time again already!

What’s a Secret Santa?

So basically, its Mystery Gift! Everyone draws/writes a Dota-themed gift for someone. You won’t know who it’s for, and you won’t know who is doing yours! Then at the exchange, the completed gifts are handed out anonymously to whomever they belong, via email.

Sounds good, where do I sign?

Send your email applications right here! -> [email protected]

What do I write in my application email?

Examples of requests (just for reference, there’s no required format)

- a pairing or your favourite character/s doing [something of your choice]

- an AU with [character/pairing]

Your requests don’t have to be seasonal-themed, request whatever you like!

4. Whether you would be able to pinch-hit (fill an extra gift if needed).

5. Whether you would like to remain anonymous to your gift recipient and/or on the master-post of entries (which will be posted up on Tumblr a few days after gift exchange)

———- DEADLINES ————–

Applications Close: 29th October 2023, 00:00 GMT

Prompts Sent Out to Participants: by 1st November 2023, 00:00 GMT

Gift submission: 20th December 2023, 22:00 GMT

(Please submit your completed gifts to [email protected])

Gift Exchange: 22nd - 24th December 2023 (TBC)

———- RULES/GUIDELINES —————–

- Don’t be a butt. (generally the best rule to live by)

- Complete the gift using your MAD SKILLS, whether that’s drawing or writing fanfic! If you have other cool magic abilities like animating or using SFM, you’re welcome to use those too!

- if you are submitting NSFW art, AO3 hosts art too and can be a good alternative to tumblr/twitter restrictions.

- Please don’t post any completed gifts on your blog until gifts have been exchanged!

- if the deadline is approaching and you know you won’t be able to submit your piece in time, please tell me as soon as possible so I can arrange for someone else to fill your assigned prompt.

- I’ll be tracking the tumblr tag ‘dota secret santa 2023’. If you have any issues, inbox me, email me or DM me on Twitter! (link above)

There’s also a Discord group - please let me know if you’d like an invite!

- GL HF!

#dota 2 #dota secret santa 2023

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theweroone · 3 years

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1:When did you lose your virginity? 14

2: Rough sex or soft sex? Yes

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes? DDLG

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex? Parents bed (they were out of town)

5: Favourite sex position? Ride me cowgirl

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive? dom

7: Have you ever had any one night stands? Nah

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor? Sure

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place? Yep

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating? Yes

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like? Women in lace

12: How often do you have sex? Couple times a week. Gonna be more now with a wife and a girlfriend

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with? My wife took care of that earlier

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex? Giving

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex? Sister opened the door

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex? Anything from Type O Negative

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex? Cry KC and Jojo

18: Are you into dressing up for sex? Yes

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower? Yes

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be? New girlfriend. Its gonna be our first time so I'd like to get it out of the way

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you? Yes

22: Do you/would you use sex toys? We have

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture? All the time

24: Would you have sex with your best friend? Don't have those

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink) let my balls air dry. And smoke

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny? Looking at tits

27: Early morning sex or late night sex? Yes

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex? Small of the back and neckline

29: Favourite body part on the same sex? Shoulders

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find: Porn DVDs who buys those anymore lol

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you: suck my toes

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?] Yes, a bit salty

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom: of course. But there's gotta be trust

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience: strawberries

35: Worst possible time to get horny: at work

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans? Fuuuuuuck yes

37: How much fapping is too much fapping: stop it

38: Best sexual complement you ever got: wow

39: Favorite foreplay activities: kissing and oral

40: What do you wear to bed? Shorts

41: When was the first time you masturbated: dont remember

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself? Yes

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside? Wife and I on the hotel balcony in the middle of downtown for our anniversary

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public? Yes

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome? Yes

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate? Sock

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not? Lesbian. Wife is bi

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not) yes I'm a man lol

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in? Love them

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity? I'd be honored

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter? Cheese? Idk

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute? Pornstar

53: Do you watch porn? All the time

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why? Nope

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”? Yes

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair? Been there done that

57: If you could give yourself head, would you? Hmmm interesting, what my wife and girlfriend do then?

58: Booty or Boobs? All of the above

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?) Yes stupid drugs in my life

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do? Good question

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate? Yes

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate? Yes

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed? Yes

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate) wrist action

65. What is your bra/penis size? Almost 8in

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus? Nothing really

67. When was the last time you masturbated? 10 minutes ago

68. When was the last time you had sex? Couple hours ago

69. When was the last time you watched porn? Same as above

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do? Dildo for wife

71. Guys:Circumsized? No

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched? My back

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched? Shaft

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr? Nope

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream? Idk

77. Which wet dream was your favorite? Wife and her friend together with me

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with? Not right now

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with? Kate Beckinsale

80. Favorite sexual position? Ride me cowgirl

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed? They don't call me that

82. Are you into any BDSM? Sure

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why? No

84. Do you like dirty talk? Yes

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Yes Masturbation? No

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what? Yes sister walked in

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch? Homemade

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them? No

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them? Yes

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them? No

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial? No

92. Ask whatever you want

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yourwakingnightmares · 3 years

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quoting you "But our brains are hardwired to find certain things attractive." and you said it on a post when you trying to talk about why people prefer white characters. not hard to figure out what you were saying there, i have reading comprehension (and a not-american education, your assumption was weird). also, here have this not on anon. not a coward just used to racists who pile on if you call them on it, but i can deal.

Dear sir and/or ma’am,

Firstly, kudos! I’m glad we can have an actual conversation without hiding behind anonymity. Still not sure how productive of a conversation we’re going to have, since you’re insistent I’m racist, but I’m now willing to discuss it with you further since we can have an open conversation and dialogue.

No, I did not say that people were hardwired to find white people attractive. I said our brains are weird; that they’re hardwired to find certain things attractive, and -the important bit you missed -is that there’s no rhyme nor reason to why.

For example, to get a bit personal here. I like short, stocky men, and I have a thing for big/abnormal shaped noses on men. Richard Harmon, Seth Gilliam, and Aaron Stanford are examples of this. In women, I like well-muscled and taller than me (which doesn’t take much, I’m 5′2″). Examples of this would include Marie Avgeropoulos, Rosario Dawson, and Lupita Nyong’o.

Now, clearly, I have two very different and distinct things I look for, depending on gender. This makes no sense, logically, and I am well aware of this; if I like large or abnormal shaped noses on men, I should like the same thing on women, logically. If I like short, stocky men, I should like the same thing in women.

But I don’t. Why don’t I? Because what we like isn’t something that we choose; it’s not something that we make a conscious decision about. Our brains are hardwired to find certain things attractive, and we don’t know why. We don’t know what crossed this particular pair of wires together, resulting in liking short men or tall women. We don’t know how those neurons in our brains got so jumbled that we have foot fetishes, or are into dominance play.

Telling people that they are racist because they don’t find a thing attractive is redundant, and can be turned against you very, very easily.

For example. Do you like fat men? Short women? Bald women? Amputees? No? Well, that makes you ableist and sexist!

Do you have any straight pairings? That makes you homophobic! And don’t even get me started on how screwed over us bi folk get when it comes to fandom shipping; we can’t win either way: because it’s not gay pairings, we’re labeled homophobic, and if it’s gay pairings, we’re labeled as attention seekers, for ‘calling ourselves bi when we’re actually gay’.

Are you starting to see where I’m going with this? You have a thing you like. I’m ambivalent about the thing, or maybe even I actively dislike the thing. Instead of accepting that, you decide to label me as racist.

Let’s say you like purple. Purple is a mixture of red and blue. You love purple, it’s your favorite color. I, however, do not like purple. I prefer orange, and believe that red should be mixed with yellow for the best results.

Am I horrible person for disagreeing with you? Am I bad because I like my red mixed with yellow instead of blue?

(Also, please bear in mind, I don’t see colors well, so this example might not be entirely accurate with the mixing, but I’m hoping your getting my point beyond that).

Let’s use another example here. In the Umbrella Academy, one of the most popular pairings is Luther and Allison. Well, how would you feel if I said that you’re racist for shipping Allison with a white man? As a minority woman, she should only be with other minorities! Therefore, she must be with Diego!

You’d say I’m nuts; clearly, Allison and Diego would be terrible for each other. They’re both very strong-willed, stubborn people with serious attitude problems. But hey, I like the Allison/Diego pairing. I think they’d go well together. I like the bad boy vibes, and Allison is strong enough to tell Diego where to shove it when he starts getting angsty and sarcastic. It could work!

Let’s go a step further. I ship Diego and Vanya; I think they look absolutely adorable together. On an emotional level, they’re all wrong for each other, and I understand that. But physically? Hell, I dig it. I’d dig it a trench a mile deep. I don’t know why I find them to be so cute together, but I just do.

However, I logically understand that Vanya is gay -or bi, potentially, I’m sure we’ll get that hammered out sooner or later in the show. And I completely accept that character’s decision to be with Sissy. But the two of them together just don’t do it for me. I look at them as a couple and go, ‘meh’. It doesn’t evoke any feeling in me. But that one scene at the end of the last episode, where Vanya just rests her head against Diego, and after a moment, he returns the gesture? That gave me chills. And I decided right then and there, I would die with that ship. Because it made me feel good and happy, and gave me those butterflies floating in my stomach.

Do you pick your partners based off of what you think society wants you to like? I sincerely hope you don’t, and instead follow your heart. I hope you pick your partners or your ships based off of what makes you happy as a person. What makes you get those butterflies, of what gives you chills when you think of them together.

Shipping in fandom is the same. If you’re shipping people based off of what other people tell you you should like, or what you think is socially acceptable to like... You won’t get those butterflies. You won’t get those chills. You won’t get that stupid little grin when you think of the cute shenanigans your pairing gets up to. It will be wooden, mechanical, and soulless. There’s no heart in it, because you’re not shipping what you like... you’re shipping what you think you should like.

Biology doesn’t work like that. Know that whole thing where everybody kept telling gay people not to be gay? To force themselves to be with the opposite gender?

You and I know -hopefully you know, anyways -that that is absolutely stupid. Being gay isn’t a choice; it’s just something you are. As Lady Gaga so aptly put it years ago, we’re just born that way. We like what we like, and telling us to try and be different is not only pointless, but it’s hateful. It’s hurtful. But many large groups -mostly Christian, and/or conservative -insisted that you could just choose to not be gay. You could choose to like the opposite gender, and by not choosing that, you were going straight to hell.

But this is exactly what you're trying to do with shipping. You are taking the part of the Moral Majority and Jerry Falwell here. You are the one telling people that what they like is wrong! They should just like what you like! If they don’t, they’re terrible bad awful people who should be ashamed of themselves! The Christians/conservatives called them amoral degenerates; you’re calling them hateful racists. But the end result is the same: you’re trying to shame and humiliate anyone who disagrees with you.

Now, I’m not going to make any presumptions about what you like; I don’t know you well enough for that. Maybe you dig interracial couples; maybe you dig gay couples. Maybe you like disabled couples, or dominant/submissive couples.

But whatever it is that you like, or what gets you hot and bothered? I wouldn’t dream of telling you it’s wrong. As long as you keep your IRL stuff consensual? It’s not my place to tell you what you can like. It’s not my place to tell you that your ideas of cute couples are wrong.

More and more lately, I find many fandom shippers using the idea of an ‘ism’ to try and force people to accept their pairing. Whether it’s racism, sexism, homophobia, ageism, classism, ableism... Everybody can throw an ‘ism’ at people who dislike their pairings. It’s relatively easy to do, in fact. Give me any popular pairing, and I can throw an ‘ism’ at it.

Sorry I refuse to be browbeaten into saying that your pairing is more valid than mine. Sorry that I won’t let you bully me into going along with your pairing, and leaving my own by the wayside. Sorry I won’t bow to your threats of calling me mean things to force me to like your ships. Sorry I won’t just sit meekly back, and let you dictate what I’m allowed to find cute, or attractive, or sexy, or hot.

Actually, you know what? No. I’m not sorry. You can try to browbeat me. You can try to bully me. You can try to make me capitulate. You can try and make me sit quietly and not have an opinion.

But it ain’t gonna work. You misconstruing my argument, reading what you want to read in it, cherry picking your way through, or you calling me a racist, sexist, homophobic meanie head isn’t going to force me to root for your ship.

If I find a straight ship cute? I’ll ship it. If I find a gay ship cute? I’ll ship it. If I find a bi ship cute? I’ll ship it. If I find an interracial ship cute? I’ll ship it. If I find a intraracial ship cute? I’ll ship it. If I find a disabled/abled ship cute? I’ll ship it.

I will ship what I ship, and no amount of you throwing stones is going to force me to abandon my ship.

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coraofwales · 4 years

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Meghan the narcissist gets her day in court, but she’s too blind to see she’s already lost

Camilla Long

Sunday April 26 2020, 12.01am BST, The Sunday Times

The trial of the decade kicked off on Friday morning, with much excited fiddling online — a pre-trial hearing conducted, “trickily”, on Microsoft Teams. In one window, the duchess’s little Italian waiter QC appeared, with a plume of glossy turkey hair. In another, there was the silent, clipped, gravedigger QC for the defence, representing The Mail on Sunday and its case for printing Thomas Markle’s letter. Both were in rooms that had been blurred out, while the purring judge — a man not unlike Alan Rickman — sat in a normal Harry Potter panelled courtroom.

Along with 80 or so other journalists, I watched the whole thing from start to finish. It felt vast and important, like Leveson part two. At one point, it looked less like a trial of the matter at hand and more like a trial of the press in general. If Prince Harry has his way, it will be a monstrous, all-consuming, neverending rapture: a terrible reckoning, a Book of Revelation for the people he hates. For Meghan it will involve an end-times level of self-promotion and publicity. Guess what? She will take the stand. It is their dream circus.

Be in no doubt: this is a circus. It seemed astonishing to me that these skilled and pre-eminent men, with 100 years of experience between them, should waste any time discussing a story of such effervescing Marie Antoinettish frippery and thin-skinned triviality. There was talk of “post-Naomi Campbell jurisprudence” and a comic moment when they stopped to consider whether Meghan’s “favourite snack”, avocados, fuelled “human rights abuses, drought and murder”. That was before we got to the 75 pages of articles that had displeased the couple. First impression: neither the duchess nor Harry can take criticism.

Harry and Meghan in early March, carrying out their last function as royals. The duke may regret leaving that life behind.

Second impression: for someone who doesn’t like to talk about her private life, the duchess sure does want to talk about it. Before this trial, we knew little about her relationship with her grim Honey Bear father; now there’s little we don’t. The hearing made reference to a whole 33 further pages of mostly personal content she made available 10 days ago, including texts to her father from Meghan and Harry before their wedding.

The messages add absolutely nothing. In one, she appears concerned for her father’s “health and safety”. In another, she seems most interested in getting “security” to the hospital where he’s just had heart surgery, presumably to stop him talking to the press. So why release them? Perhaps to provide a mirage of openness, give the impression she’s happy to lay it all out when she isn’t. If anything, the couple come across as unhealthily obsessed with the press and their own image.

But then, the duchess is someone who thinks she can win at anything; be the centre of all attention; have the moral upper hand in any dispute. Her own ego blinds her; it even blinds the people working for her, like her poor QC struggling to keep up with the vastness of her pompous submissions. I am no fan of the royal family, and in many ways I’d hoped she would expose them as the pale, stale charisma vacuums they are, but at least they have the humility to know when to stop, instead of throwing themselves into this extraordinary trial and its ramifications — the hundreds of pages of overshare, plus the added negative publicity that will never end.

Who wins is irrelevant — in many ways she has already lost. There will be a day’s headlines if she prevails after two, three, even four weeks of lashing stories about her destructive ambition and unedifying obsession with her image. Meanwhile she is reducing the pair of them to supermarket magazine fodder, telling Harry he’s getting better, when he is in fact getting worse. She will brush the whole trial aside as yet another injustice, whatever happens: “See what they made me do,” she will say, by way of explaining the roomfuls of dirty linen about to be laundered. It’s as mad as a box of prancing kippers.

By the end of it, Harry will secretly wish to go back to the relative anonymity of being a royal, living in peace at Frogmore, able to fully disappear once he’s clocked out of the day’s work, just like a normal person would. Royals are the most anonymous celebs in the world — Prince William, for example, lives in obscurity. We don’t know where he buys his clothes, gets his food, even where he goes on holiday. He had a whole job and none of us knew anything about it. As he appeared outside his house on Thursday to clap the NHS, I realised I didn’t even know whether he would like his own front door. All those riches, and all that power and no effort — it is the dream, and Harry is probably already missing it.

What not to bare — your boyfriend’s bum on camera It appears we’ve reached the “accidental bum” stage of lockdown. On Thursday the ad guru Charles Saatchi appeared naked behind his girlfriend, Trinny Woodall, as she livestreamed beauty tips on serums.

“I’m unsure if she knew he was in camera shot,” squeaked one viewer, Tracy Baker, because the television presenter had a £400 LED light mask on “so I didn’t see if she was embarrassed or not.”

Come on, Tracy, do you really think you’d be able to tell even if Trinny “Botox” Woodall’s magnificently frozen features had been revealed to the world?

It is testimony to the great woman’s sheer obduracy that you’re never able to tell what her face is saying — but my guess is she’s delighted, already planning the next “accidental” ratings hit.

As for Saatchi, he’ll be gutted after a lifetime dedicated to looking cool.

Fashionable potshots at Posh are way below the belt And so begin the great corona culture wars, in which rich people are shown as heartless, ruthless and greedy, and the rest of us are being mercilessly fleeced. Last week, fashion’s premier gloves clown, Victoria Beckham, was criticised for using the government furlough scheme to prevent her fashion label from collapsing. It was a shameless attempt to bolster her “profits”, screamed the internet, for her vapid vanity fashion label.

I hesitate to defend the grasping Beckhams and I’m no fan of the entitled mean girl that is another fashion designer, Stella McCartney, who came in for the same criticism.

But doesn’t a small misogyny underlie all this — the idea that fashion doesn’t somehow deserve proper treatment? The idea that women’s clothes are unimportant and it doesn’t matter if these labels fail?

If Beckham were manufacturing vuvuzelas or footballs, I doubt there would be this level of vitriol and attack. She can’t use her own “profits” to support the brand anyway — she doesn’t have any. The whole thing’s effectively a charitable enterprise, supported by David Beckham.

@the-best-soap-opera-ever here is the whole thing

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thegoodomensdumpster · 4 years

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I UPDATED MY ABOUT, SO HERE IS THE MANDATORY COPY PASTE OF IT [x]

ABOUT ME

I’m YiHa. I’m a storyboard artist by day and a webcomic artist by night, as well as a compulsive reblogger of everything Good Omens related.

I’m a french white cis girl, 28 years old, and I try to stay chill. I don’t care about the pronouns used to refer to me.

If, by any chance, you’d like to take a look at the webcomic I work on, you can follow this link. It’s about vampires and werewolves and teenagers.

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ABOUT THIS BLOG

What to expect here ?

I started this monstrosity of a blog just to gather everything GO related I liked in one place, and that in itself is the real guideline of this dumpster. It is a space for me before anything else, meant to cater to MY own tastes.

What kind of posts are there ?

I mostly reblog fanarts, fanfics, meta and other funny things. Anything I like, really. That’s why this place is a “dumpster”.

Sometimes I draw fanarts or write ficlets myself. You can find any of the things I come up on my own by going through the archive of this blog following the #my stuff.

The list of ficlets I wrote is conveniently gathered in this post.

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This blog contains the occasionnal NSFW (gore, body horror, erotic stuff, nudity …). I do not mind NSFW. Even though I rarely share that over here, it can happen, and I try to think about tagging it accordingly for blacklisting purposes. It is not the usual brand of this blog, but it can happen. You are warned.

(This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want NSFW asks and submissions, because I just don’t want any unwanted NSFW. I don’t want to deal with having to sorting out what I’m ok and not ok with in my askbox. It’s exhausting.)

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I have stopped taking submissions because it turned out to be more work for me (people never seemed to use the tags correctly so I had to clean up after them) and the way it appears on Tumblr makes it seem like I originated the post which bothers me.

I take asks, even anonymous ones.

I take writing and drawing prompts.

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That doesn’t mean I will answer everything. I give myself the right to answer at my own pace, and also the right to not answer at all if anything makes me uncomfortable in the slightest or doesn’t align with what I want this blog to be (or if I don’t have anything to reply, sometimes I receive things I just don’t know what to make of). I also give myself the right to close Anons or asks or submissions altogether if I don’t feel like handling them anylonger.

Please note that I am not a robot, and therefore I like to be adressed to with politeness and respect.

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A lot of people ask me about fics to find or recommend. I’m happy to oblige, but it’s mostly because I have a large number of followers to help. I haven’t read that many fics myself, and I always encourage people to check out @aziraphales-library for fic related quests because they actually specialize in that over there.

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I very rarely take interest into reblogging or talking about things that are not – or only tangentially – related to Good Omens, such as the other works of the authors and the cast, or their private lives. Don’t ask or submit things about them to me. I don’t want to deal with that.

If I ever break this rule, it’s because I felt comfortable doing it for once, but that’s it.

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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The Sun And Moon (And Anonymous Submission)

It was a monumental day for the Kingdom of Blessings, Halcyon. The kingdom was known for its magical blessing that was passed on through generations. A brand-new princess had received the blessing of tides from her mother, although the new heir’s blessing would be different. The blessing of tides ensured safe trade and would curse any pirates who would attempt to pillage the kingdom. Calling the blessing powerful is an understatement.

The new heir, Princess Lyria Astra Halcyon, was given the blessing of the sun. It would ensure that every harvest was massively successful, and that her people would never know famine or hunger. The people rejoiced, or almost all of them did.

Young Nox, born into the house Canis, Halcyon’s loyal wolves, was not at all thrilled about the situation. He had a perfect seat to view the princess’ squishy and pink face. ‘I am to be this tiny thing’s thrall? What a joke.’ House Canis raised the strongest knights in the entire continent, and they had been serving the royal family since its inception. Each member of the royal Halcyon family was assigned a personal guard. Nox’s father was within eyeshot of the queen at this very moment, eyeing suspiciously for threats.

Nox was only five, but the brutal training regimen had already begun. By the end of it, his stamina would allow him to give up sleep entirely in favor of light meditation so he could be on guard 24/7. His bones would be as strong as forged steel, and he’d be able to wield the iconic Canis zweihander one-handed. The impressive blades were nearly as long as the users were tall. It was perfect for the monsters in house Canis who could all singlehandedly mow down entire invading battalions. It would take years before Nox could get to that point, however.

And years had indeed passed. A lot of things had changed since that faithful day, mainly Nox’s opinion on the princess. Nox was expecting his life of duty to be an unpleasant one – one filled with the endless whining of a spoiled princess. In truth, it was the opposite. Princess Lyria was warm like the very sun. She stopped crying almost as soon as she could communicate her feelings. Tripping would prompt a laugh, or so Nox recalled between long days of training.

When he finally finished the brutal process, the Princess was thirteen, and it was then that he never left her side as dictated by tradition. He was there for her lectures, her meals, and as she slept. He was barely seen and even less heard. For all intents and purposes he was furniture.

It was the Princess’ thirteenth birthday. All of her gifts had been sent to her room in the middle of her meal. It was his duty to open all of them first to make sure there were no traps. The Princess never complained even though it was most certainly more fun to open your own presents. She made a note of all of them, and made a list of all the people she needed to thank, but then she turned to him.

“Nox,” he lowered himself to one knee. She had addressed him before to make light conversation, but he kept his distance due to his lack of warm upbringing and his lingering skepticism. “Why do you always do that? You don’t have to kneel before me.”

He rose to his feet. It wasn’t exactly an order, but he didn’t mind listening to the tiny heir. “I don’t know when your birthday is.”

“I don’t have one.” It was the truth. House Canis didn’t do trivial things like celebrate one’s birth. Their entire duty was to serve. He honestly didn’t know what day it would fall on.

“I figured you’d say that.” The princess was always observant of her surroundings, and she was pretty sharp regarding social situations. She was smart enough to avoid getting involved in anything political at this early age. There were plenty of nobles who would want to get their claws into the princess early, but Nox hadn’t needed to council her on that front. She was good enough at taking care of this herself despite her age.

“So, I figured now was as good a time as any to give you this. I’ve known you for so long, and we’re always together now. I wish to be good friends with you.” She headed to a corner of her room looking for something.

“I am but your faithful servant.” He replied. To be honest he was shocked, but his face remained unmoved like a marble sculpture. Years of training and his upbringing made him really apathetic and cold. But he never expected anything like this. Nox never received presents from others and he wasn’t sure what to expect from the princess.

She approached Nox with a dagger of immaculate steel. It was patterned, made from meteorite. It was expensive but also practical. Daggers from meteorite were top of their class even if they looked ornate.

“You should know by now that I don’t even treat the other servants like servants.” It was true. She treated the common people like they were kin. “We’re going to spend the rest of our lives together, so try and smile every once in a while.”

“You wish to see me smile?” The warmth swelled within him threatening to consume him. This was the first request she had ever made of him. Princess Lyria extended the gift to him, and his first instinct was to drop to one knee. He remembered the princess’ words.

“More than anything.” Nox accepted the gift and braced himself. The warmth had come to a head, and he best convey what he was feeling internally for his first request. He gave her a faint but unmistakable smile.

He would definitely enjoy protecting this one.

More than five years had passed since then. Princess Lyria had come of age and she was on her first trip outside of the kingdom. She was to spend a month in a neighboring kingdom to make acquaintance with a potential suitor. Nox was in full armor accompanying a squad of five other Halcyon knights as entourage.

True to her word, he became the princess’ closest friend and confidant. She would share all of her insecurities and fears with him, and he would advise her as best as he could. Every once in a while, she would call him into her room and they’d spend the nights talking until the sun came up. Princess Lyria would, of course, feign illness the next day, too exhausted to fulfill her duties.

By this point, Nox had fallen hopelessly in love with the princess. He had also come to terms with the fact that he’d never have her. She was the sun, and she blessed everything she touched with warmth and prosperity. He was the moon, barren and cold. They were from different worlds, destined to never share the same sky.

He glanced at the princess who seemed not to notice his gaze. She was riding alongside him in her most extravagant dress. Stars, she was beautiful, like no one else. His heart rate rose and she noticed he was looking at her. She smiled warmly, and he had smiled back until he could no longer keep his composure. He looked forward. They’d be in the neighboring kingdom by nightfall.

Or so Nox thought before a flurry of arrows fired from the forests around. His horse had fallen, as did the lesser knights. He had managed to catch three arrows in one hand, and a fourth in his other – ones that would have hit their mark. In the very same instant, he jumped from his horse so he wouldn’t be caught beneath it when it fell. Bandits on horseback leapt on to the road and grabbed the princess’ reigns before swatting the horse. The horse took off, with the princess unable to escape.

How could he have been so distracted that he didn’t notice them walking into such an obvious trap? The king would pay a hefty ransom to have his daughter back, and this was probably what the bandits were aiming for. The other bandits had fled. No one was dumb enough to attack someone from house Canis even if they outnumbered him 100 to 1. Nox took off after them on foot, but he’d lose sight of them shortly superhuman strength and speed or not.

He didn’t see any distinguishing markings so he wouldn’t be able to discern which troupe they belonged to, but it didn’t matter. House Canis had one ace in the hole that he had spent these last years preparing for. Royal family Halcyon wasn’t the only family with a blessing. As a member of House Canis, he had the blessing of wolves. This would allow him to sense the location of the person he spent the most time with. Without stopping to think, he ran after the princess.

He ran for countless miles. They were definitely off the beaten path, and without his blessing he would have never found princess Lyria. He charged right into the cave, and drew his sword. He could hear the echoes of voices from within.

“So, we only need to get her back to the king alive?” A voice said.

“Yeah doesn’t matter what we do as long as she lives.” Another voice replied.

His grip around his sword tightened. It looks like he made it just in time. He entered the main hall. “Princess Lyria, close your eyes!” He yelled.

There was clamoring, and then confusion. Countless men filled the cave, at least 80. He charged straight past the ones at the very entrance and aimed for the ones who had their filthy hands on his precious princess.

“How the fuck did he find this place? And this fast? He doesn’t even have a horse.” A voice yelled

“He must have ran all the way here. He’s probably exhausted. Kill him, it’s just one man!”

Nox was surrounded before he could reach the two he was really aiming for. With a whirl of his sword he cut the lot who surrounded him in half. Another group took their place, and another swing knocked them down. Attacking in groups was futile, but so was attacking one at a time. The morale of the group plummeted, and the rest was hesitant about approaching.

One of the bandits with his hands on the princess spoke up. “Whoever brings me his head gets the first go at the princess. Don’t any of you want to deflower the fucking princess of Halcyon” That one’s the leader, he assumed. He narrowed his eyes. The remaining bandits’ morale spiked and they all attacked in a flurry. He’d cut one down, and then crush the skull of the next. He’d kick the one after that so hard their neck broke. It didn’t matter how many came at him, he’d just kill them all.

Leaving a trail of corpses in his wake, he had almost arrived at the back of the cave. The bandit leader looked on in horror as half of his men had been massacred, and the rest had fled. Now? It was just him, the wolf, and the princess.

The bandit leader drew his knife. His hands shook so much that he could barely hold it. This man was barely worth killing – or so he’d say if he were dueling him. He was the mastermind who took the princess from him. He took a good look at her. He wasn’t worried about what the bandit would do.

The princess’ wrists were bound in rope. Her wrists were red, and her face had the faint wetness of freshly shed tears.

She cried?

She was so scared she cried?

The first time she had cried was because Nox had failed to protect her.

Nox’s eyes narrowed into a look of absolute rage, and he directed it at the bandit leader who squealed in fear.

“Don’t come any closer!” He flailed the knife wildly in the air.

Nox was considering all kinds of execution methods. Before he could settle on one the bandit leader had buckled. He stabbed himself in the throat, ending his own life.

Well bleeding out is definitely not an amazing way to go.

Nox picked up the princess who yelped in surprise.

“Fear not princess Lyria, I have rescued you. Oh, but keep your eyes closed. This isn’t something you should see.”

“Nox! I knew you’d come!” They walked in silence until they were out of the cave. Nox undid her bindings and gingerly inspected her wrists.

“I’ll put something on that when we’re home.” Princess Lyria threw her arms around him.

“I was so scared.” Yes, she was. She was scared enough to cry. Remembering this Nox bit into his lip. He felt the princess shake. Why? Was she okay? He pulled her back to see that she was crying again with the biggest smile on her face.

“I knew you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. I’m so happy you’re okay. That was really dangerous.” She was crying? She was crying because she was happy to see him.

Suddenly Nox could feel his heart hammering in his throat. And he slowly began to spiral.

The princess cried tears of happiness for him. This was a face only he had seen… He would make sure he was the only one who’d ever see this face. This was a feeling beyond simple love and devotion. It was something deeper. What would he do to keep it? Well… He’d burn the entire castle down and kill everyone in it if it meant he could be the one at her side.

Yes. That’s right. He was the one meant to be at her side. It was him and no one else.

“Nox?” The princess asked worried. He had been lost in thought. He picked her up.

“We don’t have a horse. The sun’s setting, but we’ll be back at the crack of dawn. I’ll carry you.”

“What about you?” She asked. Of course, she was more concerned about him than herself. He suppressed a shudder. Oh, how sweet she was. He took a deep breath and inhaled her scent. It was part sweat from being out in the sun for most of the day and part flowery perfume so she could be presentable. To the princess it would look like a sigh.

“I could walk for…. Hmmmm.” He playfully mulled it over. “A week perhaps without sleeping?” He flashed her a smile.

“Wow Nox you’re amazing!” Princess Lyria ran her hand through his hair. Her dainty fingers were his reward for his slaughter. She could never know about this darkness swirling deep inside of him. She would never know.

They had arrived at the castle. Princess Lyria had been returned to her room. She was sleeping on the way back, but she was very tired after her ordeal. Nox left her side for the first time since he could remember.

He was summoned by his father and grandfather.

“How could you let this happen, worthless boy? You have only one job to do, so do it right. You’re a disgrace!” It was the usual punishment, a whipping. Nox zoned out. The whips weren’t reaching him in his stupor. His mind was on the princess – her weight and form that he held for the first time. The cracking of whips filled the dungeon.

More suitors would come… probably to Halcyon to avoid a disaster like this happening again.

Should he kill them discreetly? Make it look like an accident?

That would only work so many times.

How?

Was there an answer to the question he was looking for?

Could they ever be happy together?

Do they even need to be happy?

These thoughts rang inside Nox’s head through out the duration of the whipping. There was one climactic, dark conclusion he came to.

If he can’t have her… no one could.

#submission #personal #anonymous

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