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supernatural-jackles · 9 months
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lol so all ur posting now is ur novel shit that no one cares about including ur friends? take a fucking hint
What you meant to say was: "You're posting things that make you happy. Good for you! Love that." right?
And you wonder why I don't post here anymore.
I'm well aware of what I'm posting and who supports it and who doesn't. I'm aware that this isn't my target audience anymore. And sure, maybe my friends don't care. The important thing to me is I know that a select few do and I support what I'm doing.
I'm sharing here because this is still my writing blog. I am still sharing teasers and tidbits of what I am writing because I'm proud of where I am heading, even if you aren't.
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nocasdatsgay · 28 days
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✨🩷🌙 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙
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This made my day thank you 🥺
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a-sketchy-jedi · 2 years
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In case it helps with the fact that you are rabidly drawing Brutalia instead of your requests, I hereby request Brutalia fanart (pretty please <3)
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keep your eyes peeled anon
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What's up, Buck?
AN: And another late answer to an ask! Hahahaha. Thank you for the thot, Em. He looks so grumpy here!
Unbeta'd ficlet ahoy!
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Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
CW: Antagonistic work colleagues to lovers, Grumpy Bucky, Canon typical violence, confessions of feelings, idiots in lust, kissing, implied future smut.
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“What’s up, Buck?” You called out with a smile as you passed the metallic staring machine in the corridor. He didn’t answer you. He never did. Just flared his nostrils and kept on staring, while you kept on walking.
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“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a jovial shoulder bump as you found him in the communal lounge-slash-kitchen, holding a bowl of cheerios and milk in his left hand and shovelling it into his mouth with the spoon in his right. He scowled as some of the milk sloshed, but said nothing.
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“What’s up, Buck?” You gave him a wave as you strode onto the quinjet, passing where he and Steve were sitting sorting out their equipment, as you followed Nat to the cockpit. He tossed his knife over and over in his hand, glaring at you, but as usual, stayed silent.
“Quit bugging him,” Nat chided.
“But he’s gotta answer me sometime. How many missions can we get through where he doesn’t even exchange a single word with me? I’m determined to get him to say something, even if it’s just ‘fuck off’ or ‘shut the fuck up’. It’s not normal, Nat.”
“Yasha isn’t normal, скворец. Who would be after everything he’s been through?
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right…it’s just that I get on with everyone, Natty. I don’t know why he’s so grumpy with me.”
“He just doesn’t know you yet. It’s gonna take him a while to warm up. If you haven’t noticed he doesn’t really talk to me much.”
“Aah, yes, but he does talk to you.”
“You just want him to notice you crushing on him. I see those eyes you make at him.”
You stuck out your tongue at her, but Nat just shook her head, put on her headset, and started her pre-flight checks. You sat back and tried not to ruminate on the intriguing, and very hot brunette super-soldier.
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You pulled your knife out of the chest of the goon you’d just downed and jogged down the corridor in front of you. 
“I’m on my way guys, wait for me to catch up…”
“Don’t worry, Starling. We won’t leave you behind.” You heard the smile in Steve’s voice over the comms and rolled your eyes to yourself. The daft nickname that Nat had given you, after she found you doing karaoke exactly once, had now been adopted by the rest of the team. Well, almost the rest of the team.
You saw a partially closed door ahead of you and pushed it open, coming face to face with Bucky’s rifle. You skidded to a halt and raised your hands in the air.
“Heeeeeeey! What’s up, Buck? Apart from your gun, that is.” You stuck out your index fingers and pressed it to the end of the barrel, pushing it away from you. Bucky glared. You tried not to notice how sexy he looked all battle dishevelled.
“Come on, man. Lighten up.”
“I almost shot you.” It took you a moment to decipher the growl he made and then another moment to process that he’d actually spoken to you. 
You grinned and made a theatrical stagger towards the closest wall, clutching a hand to your chest.
“Be still my beating heart! He speaks!”
Some of the tension went out of Bucky’s body and he lowered his rifle to point at the floor.
“Are you always so blasé?”
“Are you always so stoic?
He rolled his eyes and started to walk away from you down the corridor. You trotted behind him, trying to keep up with his long-legged stride, and turned off your comms transmitter.
“Is that why you don’t like me? You don’t think I take anything seriously?”
He stopped short and you almost ran into his back.
“I don’t ‘not like’ you.” He turned and looked you over.
“Could’ve fooled me, Sergeant Barnes. This is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me.”
“This is the first time you’ve said something that isn’t that ridiculous phrase.”
You pinched your nose, feeling a headache coming on.”
“You do realise that if you’d done anything other than just stare at me, all haughty and serious, I’d have expanded my vocabulary.”
“Maybe I didn’t know what to say. What was I supposed to say?”
“Anything, Bucky. I don’t know. Maybe ‘Nothing, just chilling’, or ‘the value of the Yen against the Dollar’. Anything. We could’ve been getting along all this time, you know.”
“Anything, Starling? What if what I wanted to say wasn’t appropriate?” He took a step towards you, backing you against the wall. His expression had changed. “What if I didn’t want to ‘get along’? What if I want something different? I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know what you want. Maybe we want the same thing?”
His eyes were dark and for some reason you were transfixed by the way his tongue popped out from between his lips.
“Umm. Erm. Is it warm in here? Just me? Maybe we should be going, you know, catch up with the others.”
“Don’t change the subject, not when we’re finally talking, скворец. You want to ask me, don’t you? You want to ask me that stupid question one more time to find out what I really want to say, don’t you?”
His breath was warm on your face, his eyes hypnotising you. He was standing so close his knee was almost slotted between your thighs. All you’d have to do would be to drop slightly and you could grind against it and…
“What… what’s up, Buck?” You barely recognised the croaky voice that came out of your throat.
Bucky’s right hand came up and cupped your face, thumb moving over your cheekbone and he dropped his head even closer.
“My blood, скворец, every time you talk to me. That’s what’s up. I want to kiss you to stop you saying it, and then carry on kissing you to find out what other things your lips will say…”
He moved his lower body closer, pressing his hips against you and heat suffused your skin at what you felt.
“And when you prance around in those tiny sleep shorts that barely cover your ass, guess what else is up?”
You drew a ragged breath into your lungs, feeling dizzy from the adrenaline coursing through your body.
“Do you understand now why I didn’t respond?”
The gap between you was infinitesimal. You were so close you were breathing the same air and at some point your hands had come up to rest on the leather of his tack jacket
“You should have said it, Buck. You should have said all those things, and we could have been doing this sooner.”
You closed the gap.
At the first touch of his lips against yours, both dry and chapped due the exertion of the mission, your eyelids closed allowing you to just feel. His mouth moved over yours, not softly, but not aggressively either, like he was trying to hold back. Your fingers curled into his jacket and the firm material creaked. You could smell leather, and gunpowder, and steel, and Bucky’s sweat. 
You wanted more. Wanted to drown in it. Drown in him. 
You wanted to run your tongue up his chest and taste him, you wanted to wind your fingers into his hair and clutch him to your breast, you wanted…
“Starling? Buck? Where are you guys? Did you stumble into some more trouble? We’re waiting for you at the jet.”
Steve’s voice burst in over the comms, pulling you both out of the moment. Bucky stepped back from you and pressed his finger to his ear.
“We’re here, Stevie. Don’t worry, be with you in a few minutes.”
You lent against the wall, and grabbed your water bottle, taking a healthy slug and giving yourself a few moments to collect yourself. 
“Come on, Starling. You heard the man. Let’s move out.”
You gave him a sharp nod and strode forward. You got a few steps in front of him when you felt Bucky grab you, his cool left hand feeling blissful against your heated skin.
“Oh, and our conversation isn’t over, doll. Not by a long shot.”
You gave him a coy smile.
“Your room or mine?”
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jen-with-a-pen · 8 months
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Alice idk what the FUCK kinda drugs you smuggled into this simple, singular ask, but goddamnit it made me sprint to my docs and start writing for the first time in God knows when. I literally have created an au in a matter of hours of seeing this. Fuck you and thank you🫣😋😈
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[this is currently an untitled au and a WIP]
Photographer!Dark!Bucky Barnes x RunwayFashionModel!Reader
The overhead spotlights drop the second the showrunner points to the cameras, who, in turn, point to you. Big white bounce cards blind your peripherals and the sound of murmurs throughout the studio, executives and assistants alike, work their way into your ears. The voices swirl into one drone of static and the lights start getting brighter and brighter. Your grip on the arms of the chair grows tighter. Manicured fingernails threaten to dig into the upholstery, the gaudy necklace resting on your chest beginning to brand into your skin. The makeup caked onto your flesh feels like it’s melting, taking your dermis with it.
You can't tear your eyes away from behind the host's head, staring off into space and trying not to focus on the bile beginning to bubble in your pitted stomach.
You knew you should've eaten something.
As the host waits for her after-ad-break cue, shuffling her question cards and sipping coffee from her custom show-branded cup, you feel restless. Legs bouncing out of sync, begging to get up, to run off set and out onto the bustling streets below and never look back. Maybe a bus or cab will make it end, make it stop. You were never cut out for this, never supposed to be here.
"Bunny."
You gasp, your trance broken as the deep bass sounding out your nickname cuts through the noise. It's like oxygen for you. He is oxygen for you. You can’t escape him willingly- he’ll only find a way to be there. To always be there.
You whip your head around to face the herd of people and producers staring at you. Out of all of them, through the blinding lights, you meet his gaze. All six feet four inches, built-like-a-god, broad shoulders of him. His eyes shine like sea glass behind the camera operator, baby blue and looking only at you. For that moment, you are the only one he sees. His target. His. You are the only one he can touch, who he can feel, halfway across the room.
The pit only grows larger, filling your hunger with nausea. You'd bet all the money in the world he schmoozed some P.A. just to make sure he was there to see you. To surveil you.
You wish you were playing in traffic.
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jentasticart · 6 months
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who is the best cinnamon roll
tomas, syzoth or ashrah?
I'd say Tomas is best one imo, he's bby
although Syzoth is a close second
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zepskies · 4 months
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Would you ever write any C.J. Braxton fics? I absolutely loved his character and I think there’s so much potential there, whether it be something fluffy or smut (I honestly just wanna find a fic where he gets into his backstory with the reader and she comforts him, or even something between him and the reader that is similar with what happened between him and Jen when he was debating drinking at Pacey’s party) I just feel like his character has so much potential for really good fics:)
Ooh interesting...
I recently watched Dawson's Creek and I enjoyed S6 a lot! I also thought CJ's character was very interesting, and I loved him and Jen together (I'll never forgive the writers for how they left his ending with Jen unexplained before what happens in the last episode).
I've debated writing some CJ x Jen, but CJ x reader would be fun as well...
I won't say I'll never write for his character, but I've got a lot going on right now as far as WIPs I'm currently writing vs. ones I plan to write.
However, I will keep this in mind for when things slow down for me. 😉
(Because to be fair, he is adorable. ❤️)
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Oh my God, what a youngin' loll.
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beautifulhigh · 1 year
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I had a funny thought of Carlos using "I'm gonna sic TK on you" as a threat to someone when he's being frustrated/want something or just want someone to leave him alone and everyone knows that TK has an uncurable bitch syndrome and they don't want to be subjected to that expecially when it's about Carlos 🤣
Usually when it comes to wedding people try and upsell you, add in additional costs, try to push you for the bigger packages.
Those people had never come across TK Strand, Carlos mused.
They had sat down and planned out their budget, what they wanted, and started visiting a range of Austin venues with their requirements in hand. The first time someone started with the, "well you want your wedding day to be special" they had politely tried to redirect the conversation back to their wishes. The second attempt of, "this will reflect your love clearly" was a little more forecfully dealt with. The third attempt - Carlos had forgotten what was said because he knew what was coming - had released TK's inner bitch and Carlos had to admit he kinda liked watching it when it wasn't directed at him.
"It will be special" and "I think people know how much we love each other without needing it embroidered on napkins" and then something about their day and their plans and their wishes and many other options in a city this size so if they don't need or want the business then that's fine.
His favourite was the one time someone tried to suggest rainbow suits, or rainbow ties, or rainbow underwear? He wasn't paying attention, just waiting for the show to start.
("We like classic, we like simple, and we want to match because surely that is a symbol of us coming together and wanting to spend the rest of our lives together?")
Eventually it started to wear a little, and Carlos didn't want to get a reputation (even if they were starting it) and so on the first attempt the (new) caterer made about upselling he was very firm.
"Look, I know you want to try and upsell but let me be clear. This is what we want, we've told you where we're open to discussion, and trust me when I say you don't want to engage my fiancé's bitch mode on this."
TK had scoffed a little, then laughed and admitted it was true.
They got their menu, as requested, with some cute little flourishes on the mini desserts as the concession.
"Maybe I should reign it in a little," TK said as they got ready for bed that night. "I don't want to be a groomzilla, and I certainly don't want to be that kind of a dad."
"Why not?" Carlos challenged, biting back the smile that always seemed to try and force its way onto his face when TK brought up kids. Them having kids. Being a family. "It's not like you don't give people chances to back down."
"No, but--"
"And are you telling me that if someone came at our kid and tried to push them towards something they didn't want to do, you'd be so kind as to give them three chances?"
The look TK shot him from across the room made it clear: TK would burn down the city at the first hint of that.
"Sometimes you need to be a little bitch," Carlos said, "and you shouldn't apologise for that."
"Just... promise me you'll stop me from going too far?"
"What? And ruin my fun watching them realise the error of their ways?" Carlos laughed. "Not a chance."
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You call yourself a lesbian and talk about men more than women hmm. Why don't u go to women and leave mlm shows to us? Your "analysis" fucking sucked btw
Hi anon,
it seems as if you lack a general understanding of creativity and art. If people would only create the art they can personally relate to, then I have bad news for you: The world would be a very boring place because many media wouldn't even exist.
Many famous shows, books with a male-male couples have been created by women or people of some other flavour of queerness other than the cis gay man. The same is true for basically any other kind of queer media. That includes fanworks. And I bet that is true for many of your favourite books and shows as well.
Do you go to every writer and artist and lecture them about what kind of art they are supposed to create in your opinion? Did you know that YOI has been created by two women? Would you tell them to create stories about women in the anime and manga industry instead of making animes about gay figure skaters? Given the logic of your ask, I'd advise you to not consume any kind of media that isn't inspired by personal experience and resort to textbooks, autobiographies, and documentaries. It seems to be better for your health.
Honestly, I find your proposal quite distasteful and ridiculous. Please touch some grass and leave us artists that don't fit your narrow worldview alone, block us and politely fuck off.
@ everyone: If you just came across this post and wonder how in the seven hells a lesbian can write about gay men, I invite you to check out my YOI meta and my works on AO3.
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f-loqweres · 1 month
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random questions:
1. if you were bored, what would you do?
2. who are your top 5 favourite music artists?
3. favourite people/person?
4. describe your dream guy?
5. random fact about yourself?
6. do you have any songs stuck in your head?
7. what names do you NOT to be called?
8. what is your favorite color?
9. what are your top 5 favourite songs?
10. whats your name?
okay !!
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make mbs, eat snacks, watch tv (i swear my life is so boring help)
2. damn why is this so hard ?! .. enha, g-idle, le ssera, soojin & itzy
3. besties , but specifically @y2jiz : irl pookie~
4. (no comment)
5. umm guys im not special nd i cant of one.. IM A TAURUS !!
6. super lady - g-idle, easy - le ssera, sweet venom - enha, bite me - enha, bills - enha, still monster - enha, polaroid love - enha (as you can see i luv enhypen lmao)
7. karuppan pucchi !! /j ( @p-oisn )
8. pastel purple
9. hmm .. super lady - gidle, yes, and? - ariana grande (not much tbh)
10. i luv it when ppl call me jen <3
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tinygamertris · 5 months
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THIS IS VERY BELATED but I want you to know I saw your tags and LAUGHED, so I wanted to pick from one of them (or, more, blend two): How did your characters experience as an orphan shape their perception of Garlemald? Might this have changed if their parents lived? Might this have changed if they were adopted/received a different family?
I'm not playing Gentian any more but I spent SO LONG working on his lore that I can still answer the questions! Yay!
(Also I'm very glad I made you laugh!)
(EDIT: I spent twenty minutes gushing to one of my besties about how much fun I had making this post, and then explaining to him about Gentian, and now I'm back to playing the lad who is going to fix Garlemald come hell or high water! Thank you! XD)
For the first 12-odd years of his life, or at least the bits he remembers, Gentian's world was the orphanage, the block of old homes and slowly collapsing businesses around it, and the people who lived there. Nobody was rich, nobody was strong, but everyone banded together and helped out. The little old ladies in the bakery three doors down always made sure that someone had a cake for their birthday even if it was teeny. The family down the road would hand down clothes as their own army of kids grew up. The kids in the orphanage would run packages around the neighbourhood for the veteran who lost his legs in the Werlyt Campaign and he'd tell them stories of the friends he'd made and loved and lost and sometimes men from his unit would come around and the whole neighbourhood would come together to help them return to civilian life. It was hard but everyone pulled together, and I think it shaped his love of Garlemald in a way that can never be shaken. He's seen the worst of his country, yes, but he's also seen the best.
If his parents had lived he would probably have grown up in Ala Mhigo, loyal to the Empire and completely inured from the dark side of the country. His parents came to the country because his mother was part of the second army of builders, managers and administrators who followed the Garlean victory (she could use paperwork to make almost anything happen, and the messy state of the country genuinely did need people like her), and of course they couldn't leave him behind! It was an accident of bad timing and rebels who didn't care overmuch about civilian casualties that killed them; if she'd left work five minutes later or earlier they'd have lived. I think he'd have still felt loyal to the Empire, and probably still contributed to their magitek in time, but he wouldn't have had the same intense love for the civilian population he has in canon.
It would've been so, so easy for someone terrible to adopt him. The noble families of Garlemald are often twisting knots of infighting and jockeying for power, and we've seen how many innocent sons Valens van Varro took in and tried to corrupt. We've seen how the grandson and great-grandson of the Most Beloved Emperor Solus zos Galvus were raised! He was genuinely lucky it was the Dravis family that got wind of him first, given that they were honest and generally kind. If word of his magitek skills never got out, though, he would've stayed at the orphanage until 18, then been sent to the army to earn his citizenship. I don't think he'd have been happy in that life, and I also don't think he'd survive for very long.
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supernatural-jackles · 8 months
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I am also working on becoming an author and I feel like I’m the only person who hates working on canva. Idk know why but it’s like my enemy
Hi there fellow author friend!
I completely understand where you are coming from. It can get really confusing and overwhelming. Sometimes it doesn't do exactly what you want it to do. The licensing of it is a little confusing as well, especially when you're worried about copyright for the novel covers if you created them on there.
If you see this, I'd love to know what program you use!
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voidendron · 6 months
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Jen B6
[Outfit Meme]
That one's been requested previously! :D
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a-sketchy-jedi · 2 years
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Do OCs count for the art request thingy? 👀👀👀👀
unfortunately no, sorry! id like it to stay in the realm of established characters, so id like to keep it to avatar, batfam, star wars and such
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late-to-the-party-81 · 11 months
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Like Jello
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AN: Thank you, darling Holacia, for this sweet attack. He looks totally smug in this gif - like he just fucked you real good…. Set in my Ari and his Angel ‘verse, have some PWP.
Unbeta’d.
Divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me.
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Relationship: Daddy!Ari x Reader (Angel)
Word Count: 500
CW: Unprotected P in V sex, Dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, smug Ari
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“Oh fuck! Yes! Daddy! Like that! Please! Like that! I’m gonna… gonna…”
Words failed you as static filled your brain, and your body convulsed like an electrical current had passed through you.  You could only register three things; the orgasmic pleasure coursing through your body, threatening to shut it down, the steady pounding of Ari’s hips against the back of your thighs, not missing a beat for a single second, and his deep chuckle as he watched you unravel beneath him.
As the waves of ecstasy slowed, all the tension disappeared from your body. Your arms and legs felt useless, refusing your commands. The only reason your legs weren’t lying like overcooked noodles on the mattress was due to the fact that they were still hooked over Ari’s hips, around his frankly sinfully slim waist.
Your boyfriend shifted his position, leaning fully over you, his large hands planted either side of your head. Ari’s shaggy hair flopped forwards, falling into his face, and it took all your strength just to reach up and brush it back with a dopey smile. 
Your big, beefy boyfriend grinned back, his white teeth a contrast against the dark blonde of his beard, before he sped up his movements, seeking his own moment of unbridled pleasure in the warm embrace of your body. You writhed under him, the new rhythm and angle seeking to draw more pleasure from your wrung out body.
Ari dipped his head and nipped at your earlobe.
“You got another one for me, Angel? Gonna come for Daddy again? Need to feel you milking me, baby. Feels so fucking good on my cock. Come on. Give it to me. Let me feel you.”
His breath was warm on your skin and his words were sweet like honey. There was no way your body was going to refuse him.
You cried out again, the waves slower but deeper, a soft suffusion of pleasure this time, covering your body like a blanket.
Ari groaned in your ear and pulsed inside your pussy, and you managed to hook one of your legs over his, anchoring the two of you together. You welcomed the way he gently collapsed on top of you. He might be big and heavy, but sometimes you enjoyed the feeling of him pressing you into the mattress while you both came down from your highs.
As your brain came back online you managed to raise your arms to wrap around his neck. You turned your head and pressed kisses to any patch of his skin you could reach. Ari raised his own head and faced you, dropping a kiss in return to your lips, before reluctantly drawing away from you and getting up. You watched him walk across to the bathroom while you lay in the remains of your bliss in the tangled sheets, shamelessly ogling the play of muscles across his back, as well as his tight ass.
When he returned he kissed you, soft and sweet, as he wiped a damp cloth through your folds, cleaning you up. Your eyes were hooded, a smile on your face as you watched him pull on his briefs, shorts and sleeveless tee.
“You getting up, Angel?”
“Nuh-uh.” You slowly shook your head. “Can’t. Been fucked to good. My entire body is now jello.”
Ari just smiled smugly.
“My work here is done.”
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jen-with-a-pen · 11 days
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If people aren't comfortable reblogging fics to their blog (which I am not, due to a personal history of being doxxed and humiliated to my irl friends and family), are comments sufficient enough engagement or would you rather that reader not engage with your work at all?
I feel like that came out sounding passive aggressive but I truly mean it as a genuine question and am just not sure how to rework it to sound less snarky! I see this discourse on and off from different fic writers and respect both opinions and think everyone should be able to curate interaction with their fics as they see fit.
Hi, anon.
I've been thinking carefully on how to respond to this. I can tell you're not trying to come off as snarky– which i say as someone who can't read tone for shit most of the time and whose own tone can come off aggressive or bitchy when I don't mean it to be.
I'm gonna address your ask as thoroughly as I can, if that's cool. Sorry if it's a long response. I'll put a cut in so I don't interrupt feeds ✂️
First, I want to pose a question to your question, which I mean genuinely with no spite whatsoever: why are you on Tumblr if you're not reblogging or don't even reblog?
As I've stated in other replies to the post I made a few weeks back, from the way I see it, Tumblr is literally built upon the foundation of sharing creations and content. There is no dead-set algorithm here like there is for Instagram or TikTok. Sharing is, quite fucking literally, caring here. We are able to form communities of all sizes because we share things. Reblogging is essential to the upkeep, and quite frankly the existence, of fandom and communities. Without sharing, our communities crumble and become ruins. We are actively seeing this as we speak: many mutuals and authors I follow are starting to quit writing due to passive, demanding consumption patterns and 0 engagement.
I know you probably know this, but I thought I'd restate it for answer's sake.
To answer the meat of your ask, I will pull from both personal experience and mutuals' experiences and input.
In my own personal opinion, if you are solely commenting on fics and are not engaging in anything else (no likes, no reblogs, etc.) then I personally think that Tumblr is not the site you should be on and, frankly, you should go sign up for AO3 if that's all you're going to do.
And I mean this earnestly. If all you want to do for engagement is commenting, then AO3 needs you because sharing does NOT affect authors nearly as much over there as it does here. In fact comments on AO3 are the literal equivalent to reblog on Tumblr: we don't get any and when we do it's like finding an oasis in a never ending desert.
Now in terms of what mutuals and other authors have said on the matter, it seems the consensus is that commenting without reblogging is a case-by-case basis. I'm going to quote a mutual of mine here:
"...if someone is commenting on my work but not reblogging… I'd say it's case by case. If it's just MY fics they aren’t reblogging, then it'd be a problem, but if they don’t reblog ANY [fics] I'd be more okay."
Another mutuals also put it this way:
"... I feel like there *is* both sides in this sense; yes comments are nice and engaging even though they aren't the preferred and most helpful way to boost writers..."
I feel like both of them put it into words where I struggled to. I will also say that I do agree with the point being that if you're not gonna reblog ANYTHING– no art, no content, no photos, no other fics, nothing– AND your profile adheres to the guidelines set forth in basic Tumblr etiquette (not looking like a bot and not a minor) then sure, comment away.
The verdict, in summary with my opinion and mutuals': it depends on your behavior and your interactions with other works and content.
I hate the word content but I couldn't think of another one.
But, my question still stands: why are you on Tumblr when you don't even participate in the basic fundamental function of this site?
I also wanted to take the time to address the other part of your ask regarding the doxxing and people finding out your identity.
It has been very widely known for (close to) two decades now that Tumblr is the place where you can have an anonymous identity. Truly. I've been on here for the collective half of the last decade and have been on the Internet for a little more than half my life, now, and Tumblr and fandom are literally the biggest and best places where you can be someone else. You can be completely anonymous.
The common denominator, however, is you.
The amount of information you have on your blog is what you choose to put on it. If you state your real name, your state and city, have one of those (imo stupid) carrd things or whatever, then honey– and I mean this in the nicest way possible, truly– that is on you. I know for a fact (from good and bad experiences) that you have all of the power in the world to annonymize yourself while still maintaining yourself on the Internet. That make sense?
A couple of mutuals made very excellent points regarding this:
"...I have a best friend irl who has Tumblr and is so close to the fandoms I'm in, and she doesn't know I write here. I am anonymous on here. I'm suprised she hasnt connected the dots because my aesthetics are the same in real life..."
"...I personally think its pretty easy to be anonymous on tumblr. Especially since usually all we ask is you have that you aren’t a minor at the top of your blog..."
"...it's really easy to be anonymous on the internet [...] you can be an ENTIRELY different person on the internet..."
From that last mutual, I'll paraphrase and go off of another point they made: the fact that you do want to participate and comment negates your ENTIRE arguement because someone– anyone– can find you and your blog through said comment(s).
Your digital footprint is what you leave behind. So if you have your city and state and grade and real name and all this other shit in your blog or carrd or whatever, then you are the only one who is responsible for having put said information out there.
Hell, I've been mutuals with some people going on 2-3 YEARS at this point and the only other things they know about me is my state, general city vicinity, my cat, and what I do for a living. That's it. And we span from early twenties to married with a kid or two.
We are in charge of what we share and I implore you– as someone with a certification in legal information technology– to please educate yourself on your Internet privacy and digital footprint. Please take the time to think about your actions and the information you have online. I STILL do this to this day, even after getting certified and being on the Internet for half my life.
I am sorry that you've gotten doxxed in the past. Truly, I am. It's a horrible act and I hope you never have to experience that again. Please know I am not being dismissive of that nor trying to blame you for said acts.
But it all comes down to you at the end of the day. In general, it's you, your actions, and the consequences of your actions. And if you happen to be a minor, then I strongly urge you to rethink your decisions and maybe step away from social media and utilize critical thinking in order to asses your situation and who you surround yourself with, both online and offline. I wish I had someone to tell me that when I was 14– fuck, even when I was 18.
And I mean it when I say AO3 might suit you more than Tumblr. If any fandom site has more capabilities to be anonymous than Tumblr itself, it's AO3.
Anyways, I think that's all I have to say for you. My DMs and ask box are always open and I am open to more commentary on the matter and related ones so long as it is civil and respectful. I refuse to stop having this conversation.
Thank you for listening ❤️
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