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hyewka · 10 months

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i seriously need some sub soob🫢

like imagine him squirming and whining because you ONLY kissed his red tip thats leaking precum ehishsisidjdd im going insaneeee

warnings; sub!soobin obvi, sort of pervy, best friends who fuck each other (fwb), puppy pet name, big dick soob, slapping ?? balls??, gets a boner from cleavage, soobin is extra sensitive down there and cums a lot

When Soobin invited you over to his dorm, you don’t exactly expect to have nothing but your phone to turn to as he simultaneously gets worked up over some video game he’s playing and ignores you all around. You should’ve guessed this was going to happen, but you’re bitter about it anyway.

Is it a crime to have thought that he was implying something else by inviting you over?

“I’m bored.” you whine for the umpteenth time, your thumb with no thought scrolling through your feed of posts you’ve already liked and reposted.

When he doesn’t even spare a glance, you scoff and resort to a kick at his back—which to your credit, gets him to adjust his headset and look back to you.

“Yeah?” he mouths, not having heard you before.

You can’t help but think he looked cute today, his pinkish lips and the hair over his eyes making him look even more of a puppy, but before you could even get a word out, his eyes suddenly widen at the faint yell you could hear from his headset, immedietley turning around has he aggresively spams buttons on his controller in panic.

“Holy shit dude, get off my ass I looked away for one—”

You groan into his pillow, making sure to make it as dramatic as possible, proceeding to sulk right after. This was not a productive use of your time. Fifty entire minutes of laying on his bed as he plays a video game. The switch out of your sport bra for a push up right before you came over really is doing nothing for you right now.

When you hear a string of curses spilling out of his mouth, you look over your shoulder curiously and see that his screen was in spectator mode. “You lost?”

He groans, taking off his headset completely, his mic muted. “Mhm, got killed. What’s up though?”

You take note of the screaming now louder from his headphones. Probably at him for getting eliminated. You don’t let him be though, exhaling dramatically looking back to your phone, “What’s up is your bestest, number one, most treasured, hottest friend is horny, sexually frustrated, and bored out of their mind.”

Soobin chokes on practically nothing at the casual mention of you being horny. It’s dumb, like he’s a middle school boy with no experience.

He really was not used to the ‘thing’ between you guys, like, at all. The stolen kisses (which is to be noted very quickly turn into full blown makeout sessions) when no one’s looking, the occasional need to send pics of his hard on to you, slight panic and regret settling in when he sees the ‘read’ receipt with no sign of a response for an entire five minutes (are you not in the mood? did you hate it? will you stop what you guys have going on?), or even the late night calls when you decide to facetime him instead of responding to his blurry nudes through text, and then…well, phone sex seemed to be a normal standard of your friendship. Weirdly enough.

Even if by now you’ve fucked him well over a few times that a mere mention of feeling horny shouldn’t have gotten him as flustered as it just did. But it’s so sudden, the shift from being friends who strongly, and vehemently denied of the secretly dating rumors to…secretly fucking.

“Oh yeah?” comes out a lot more in a loser way than he intended because he basically chokes it out. He’s never been nervous around you, save for the beginning of your friendship.

You’re very much aware of how unjusted Soobin is to the sudden change in your dynamic. Even you think it’s odd that the person you end up texting when you get…needy is Soobin.

Soobin was never the guy you’d think of starting anything even remotely sexual with.

You’ve known him since the years of being taller than him, and you’ve come to learn about his many deep faults along with gross habits you would never let fly under the radar if from someone else, so for him to be the exact type of man you’ve been seeking lately in bed is, well, surprising.

He seems to be the only person who can satisfy you nowadays. But you try not to show it too much, basking much more in how easily he gets flustered. It’s adorable.

“Yeah,” you sigh, shifting position from your stomach to your back and after much contemplation, deciding to take the chance of sitting up straight, “Did you really invite me over to watch you game? You know I don’t play video games.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes trail down, for sure because your chest was in full view now, his tongue prodding out just a tiny bit to wet his lips, almost like out of instinct. That dog. You show a bit of cleavage and he’s already drooling.

To be fair, it is the exact reaction you were fishing out of him. So you’re definitely not complaining.

You end up stifling a laugh, to which he immediately catches like he’s been trained to know your laughs on cue, breaking him out of his daze—an awkward coughing fit delayed a few seconds after to distract from the fact that he thinks he might’ve been caught, blush quickly warming his cheeks. “You think they’re silly, yeah, I know.

“But they’re—they’re not!” he splutters out, “I thought if you watched me play with Beo—”

“Were you just staring at my tits?” you cut him off with half the ability to not just start laughing. It’s worth seeing Soobin’s eyes widen like a cartoon character.

“No!” he says immediately— the crack of his voice doing nothing to help you keep a straight face. See? Adorable.

Then he huffs out a scoff like he’s surprised you’d ever accuse of him of such scandalous behavior. “Just because we fuck doesn’t mean I want to do you every second of the day. I respect you.”

It’s like a game of your cocked brow calling bullshit (more on the fucking thing than respecting you) and him staring back just as intensely as if he truly was not just ogling at your chest. Okay then, fair enough. You’ll get him to break. And admit to it.

“So if I did this…” you unbutton one of the two buttons of your crop top, and your eyes intently watch the way he struggles to not watch your every movement, still keeping his eyes on your face.

Stubborn. You can work with that. He won’t last long.

You drag the unbuttoning of the second one, and when it finally pops out, it’s a full view of your cleavage, cool air of the A.C being the cause of the goosebumps appearing.

And you’re right. He doesn’t last long. Barely even five seconds.

“My eyes are up here idiot.”

He doesn’t even try to hide the blushing anymore, once again licking his lips. You can see the bob of his adam apple when he finally meets your eyes. “Can I see your tits?” he says—the shame of asking is something that overtime became a numbing feeling, because with each time you casually lift your shirt at his request, the easier it gets to push down the feeling of being a pervert.

You break into a wide grin at how easy and straightforward he was—a passing thought of hoping he’s not like, like this for every living thing with fatty tissue on their chest. It’s not jealousy, god no, but it’s better if this was only between you two… for safety reasons?

You pretend to ponder on it but he should know by now that the enjoyment you get out of teasing him is way greater than any feeling.

You decide on what you’ll say, an evil smirk making way. “Am I just a pair of breasts Soobin? Just for you to ogle at? I thought you respected me.”

He shuts his eyes, whining at seeing that his words were very quick to bite him in the ass. “Please. You know I’ll be good.” he whispers the last few words and that has an affect on you. Big one.

Because he isn’t lying. Soobin’s very obedient. And god, you love it. So much.

But you don’t show that, you never do—letting him chase after something for once. Maybe if he gets a little more desperate, you’d think about a quick flash. “You have plenty of my nudes saved, can’t you jerk off to those? Y’know, like you usually do.”

Is it fair to make a jab at the occasional, every so often muffled voice messages in response to even just a slightly revealing picture that you’re asking him the opinion of, where you could hear his unstable breathing and the wet sounds of his pre cum covered shaft? Probably not, especially when you also get off of pics he’d unknowingly send to be the most delicious, mouth watering photo you’ve seen yet.

Soobin, on the other hand, is like, sure he’d go insane. Ever since he was allowed to look at you in the not-only-friends way, he took up every chance you dangled in front of him like a dog with a bone. Showing a little bit of your cleavage? His mind’s running to images. Just thinking of kissing and sucking until your tits go sore makes him so shamelessly a pervert. Seeing the head of his cock disappear between your tits when you took it upon yourself that one day of giving him a taste of what a titty fuck was like—god, it’s forever embedded into his memory.

He still sulks over the fact that you didn’t let him take a video.

Suddenly his well fitted sweats have easily become the most suffocating piece of clothing, his bulge shy of peaking through the fabric and making an obvious imprint. He tries to not look like a sore desperate loser, to look just a tiny bit cooler, but you make it so hard that he’s willing to get on his knees. Like seriously.

You’re back on your phone, looking to be disinterested which makes him bite the insides of his cheeks—already overthinking. Were you mad that he asked to see?

He tentatively puts a hand on your ankle, gauging at least some sort of reaction. You give him that—a glance. “Sorry if like, um— I didn’t invite you just for games obviously— well, okay not ‘obviously’ but I, uh, also don’t think you’re like, a floating pair of…breasts or something.” You cock a brow, really curious of where this Soobin ramble of the day would go.

“You’re my bestest friend—is that corny to say? Shit, well, you are and I think you’re smart, and obviously really funny, and bright and so pretty, like, really pretty and I mean—”

“Soobin where the fuck are you?”

You both look at the headset next to him on the bed, the yelling loud enough to transcend the reason the product was made anyway. He looks back to you and you could tell he intends on finishing his monologue. “And I mean—” he starts again before cursing under his breath at the second time he gets cut off.

“Fucking cuck, are you ignoring us?”

He groans at the stupid item, as if it just ruined a critical moment. Then he looks back at you apologetically. God, he hopes you don’t leave. “Um, well I have to keep playing they’d kill me if—” he panics a little trying to explain but you’re on another train of thought entirely, thinking that this was perfect timing.

“It’s okay, keep playing!” You say, practically gleaming.

His facial expression is a mix of skeptical confusion and desperation. But instead of questioning your enthusiasm, he bites down on his lip for a second. “You—you won’t leave, right? Don’t leave. Please.”

You shake your head, mouthing an ‘I won’t’ and finally, he lets out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding in.

He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate for you to stay. It’s not like you don’t see each other, like every day of the week or even call each other when you somehow don’t. But regardless he wants you to stay, and he doesn’t mind coming off desperate for once.

The situation at hand is too obviously right in your face.

His ramble that was cut off short by who you made out to be none other than Beomgyu, and then Heeseung was…kind of sweet.

No, it was sweet. He thinks you’re really pretty? Not just pretty but really pretty. And smart? And funny? He’s so cute holy shit you could just reach out to pinch his rosy cheeks. But you didn’t and you probably won’t. Because something else caught your attention.

His bulge.

It was too…out there for you to not subtly look down every few filler word Soobin mumbled. You’re not sure what got him to pop a full blown boner. The teasing? You only said a few sentences and showed modest reveal of your boobs. But nevertheless, you try really hard to bite away a smile because holy shit, he really is easy.

And it fucking turns you on. More than it should. And more than it would if it was any other person.

If you felt horny before, you were basically drenched when getting a glimpse of his wide eyes at seeing you on the carpet, on your knees as you’re face to face with his crotch. He seems to freeze for a second before he quickly works to get his headset off, trying to abandon the game completely.

“No.” you say sternly, grabbing his dick through his sweats, “Keep playing.”

He mouths a big ‘what’, nearly whisper shouting, his eyes bulging out. You simply shrug, feeling all too smug, and start to palm him over the fabric. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, shutting his eyes.

“Dude, why the hell are you not moving? Fuck’s wrong with Soobin today?” You hear someone yell.

“If you stop, I stop.” You mouth slowly, and he seems to catch it, hands shaking as he reluctantly picks his controller up again.

“You’re evil.”

To that, you give him a smile, not really denying it. Because maybe you were, knowing how sensitive he is.

You hope Soobin’s mic is as shitty as you’ve heard Hueningkai complain a multitude of times, because if not, he’ll have a very hard time on call with his friends from now on. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s a bragging point to have a girl suck you off while playing video games.

You imagine it’d still be a bit awkward anyway.

“How come you’re so big?” you whisper, more to yourself than him, but he catches it, and still reacts, bucking his hips to your touch, groaning. You click your tongue, pushing him down with one hand, as a warning.

“Don’t move. Don’t take your hands off the controller. And don’t make a sound.” It doesn’t take him long before he nods, obediently fixating his eyes on the tv screen.

You coo at how hard he narrows his eyes, thumbs working its action—but you want him to break. Maybe you really are evil.

And maybe he already was breaking.

He spreads his legs more and more, before lifting his ass off the mattress, already impatiently needy.

“Touch me.” he whispers, only for you to hear.

You raise a brow, huffing out a laugh as you decide that maybe you should stop playing around and pull his sweats down to his ankles. You don’t waste a second to.

When you take in the state of his cock, your mouth could water just at how pretty it looks. You’ve seen it well over a dozen times—over pics, over facetime, in real life, but you’re never not in awe each time. His slit was already bubbling precum, the thickness of his dick eye widening— It’s not like you have small hands either, and yet you still can’t fully wrap your hand around him. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size.

And god his tip was swollen red you’re sure if you just so briefly touched it he’d spasm and jizz all over your face. So you’re gentle. Or at least, you make an attempt.

Promptly grabbing his dick again, you could feel him grow heavier when you let it sit on your hand for a second. Soobin sighs into his mic, no doubt briefly catching the attention of his friends.

“Soobin, you’re dripping.” you comment, eyes following the trail of cum running down his length to your hand. It’s more in amusement, how he’s basically on the verge of an orgasm without much from you.

You could tell he’s using his last bits of patience to not just outright fuck into your fist, and it fascinates you. You start slowly dragging your hand on his shaft, made easier to navigate with his ridiculous amount of pre cum working as lube.

You watch as he adjusts his position subtly a few times, knowing that he’s trying to keep from slipping out any whines, pursing his lips. But his eyes betray him, they looked distant—not focused. “How many kills?” you ask.

“Zero.”

You furrow your brows, pouting as you still your hands. “I’ll speed up with each kill. You have to win for me puppy or I’ll get sad.”

Soobin doesn’t know exactly how he’d aim let alone manage a kill with the way you grip the base of his cock, but he knows that despite the sincerety of your words, he doesn’t like to think that you’d get sad. He so badly wants to make you proud in some way, happy with that glint in your eyes.

So, he gets a kill.

You hear the comments from his friends, passing compliments and you smile, slowly working your hand. “Got a kill.” he says under his breath, trying his hardest to not fall into the urge of shutting his eyes. Because god, you were good.

“Yeah? For me? Get another one puppy.”

A new fire ignites in his chest as he spams buttons, yearning to hear a praise slip from your lips. The way he knits his eyebrows in concentration and had his tongue peeking out was so adorable you almost lose control. Almost.

His breathing picks up as he says, “Another one.”

You get the confirmation he’s saying the truth by his friends again and you start moving your hand unfathomably fast as a reward, your hand getting sticky. “Gooood boy, getting all the kills.”

The sudden speed gets to Soobin, faltering his streak as he holds back choked up groans, head quickly becoming light. “Too much, too much.” he whispers, soft moans slipping through his breathing. You catch the way his hands loosen its grip on the controller and you smirk.

He’s way too easy to break.

“Too much? Should I stop?”

He shakes his head again, this time more frantic. You could make out the sparkly tears threatening to spill—you’re all too familiar with this. “Please don’t.”

“Then what? What do you want me to do?” you ask slowly, wet sounds of your hand working at his dick so dirty.

“Mouth,” he sighs, not controlling the way his hips buck into your hands despite your disapproval. “Want you to put it in your mouth.”

You almost laugh—your mouth? Last time, he barely lasted a second. You’re not doing that. But you’ll tease him about it regardless.

“Put what in my mouth?”

He doesn’t waste a breath. “Cock. My cock.”

You’re not even sure if he muted his mic by now, but the way he says it in that needy, desperate broken voice is so sinful you’re surprised you haven’t jumped his bones. Too bad you won’t give him what he wants—or at least not completely.

You rub your thumb over the head of his dick, dribbles of pre-cum still messily spurting from his slit. He’s not paying attention to the game—no, his eyes were focused entirely on you. You would scold him, but you’re entirely too aroused by the way his mouth basically waters in anticipation.

You maintain eye contact when you dip your head down slowly, an experimental kitten lick on his tip and he immediately thrusts his hip, dick slipping past your lips. You pull back, expecting that exact reaction—and he whimpers. Whimpers.

It’s not hard to pick up on the screaming from his headset, his friends clearly pissed off that hes been in the same spot for well over a minute now, becoming an easy kill to enemies on the other team. “Puppy, how come you’re losing? I thought you were doing well.”

Before he could respond, you tighten your grip on his shaft, and he groans, trying to bite down the noise—maybe he didn’t mute it after all. It’s almost animalistic how he chases your hand.

But you’re not as forgiving now—misbehaving boys get punished. You lick the underside of his dick, dragging the flatness of it up to his head, saltiness of his pre-cum overpowering your tastebuds before pulling back to see Soobin has basically abandoned the game, head thrown back as both his hands grip the sheets under him, letting out broken pitched moans.

You smile, knowing you gave him the impression that you’d put him in your mouth. No, you’re here to have your fun. He peeks through an eye at feeling you do nothing more, and the moment he does, you slap—hard. Maybe a tad bit harder than you intended.

Your aim was his nutsack, balls full of cum you could see he was holding from the week you’ve challenged him to not jerk off, and god—the way his eyes fly open, jaw slacking as his legs spasm, letting out a sound you’ve never heard a man make— you wonder why you haven’t done this sooner.

“You didn’t get off like I told you to right? Good puppy.” He nods frantically, his vision fogging.

He looks so broken, tears streaming down his cheeks faster than you could even take notice of. If his friends didn’t hear him before, they definitely heard him now. He’s a hiccuping mess, nose running when you decide to give him a little more, swirling your tongue around his tip, warm in your mouth— then you pull back before he loses control and starts fucking your mouth.

“Puppy can’t talk? Your friends know how much of a whore you are now…isn’t that embarrassing?” you coo, your hand still jerking him off. “What would they say knowing you’re my little mutt, obeying each and every word like a dog in heat?”

The words are getting to him. He tried to keep quiet for the sake of his pride— anyone knowing how desperate he gets for you is a hit to his ego, it’s embarrassing the amount of things he’d do just for a chance of eating you out, but this spurs him on— having you degrade him, telling him what exactly he is to you. Your obeying dog.

You could see his lips quivering, and notice the tensing of his body. Quickly, you part your hair to the side, take him in your mouth all the way, trying to relax your throat as to not gag when your nose finally presses against his abdomen—but of course you do, it’s hard not to with how thick he is. It doesn’t take a milisecond before you feel his load spilling down your throat, his big hands moving to hold the back of your head, orgasm crashing down like waves of the pacific came over him.

You stay there for a few more seconds, feeling yourself get lightheaded with how much he manages to cum, and even when you pull away with a need to take a deep breath, you see that his dick was still spurting little bits. “Holy shit.” you say under your breath, slightly coughing as you wipe away at the semen that managed to dribble down your chin.

Soobin had a lot stored.

Soobin falls backwards on the bed, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath, some of his hair plastered to his forehead and his temple. There’s a lot of thoughts spinning in his head. And he doesn’t exactly know how to label them. Lazily, he takes his headset off, throwing it to god knows where.

“Hey. Question.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you fuck other people?”

You perk up at the question, the randomness making you stay silent for a bit until you shrug. “No, not really.”

Soobin sighs. He doesn’t know why. Was it relief? Maybe. Probably.

“Do you?” you ask it almost timidly, unknowingly playing with the threads of your ripped jeans. Thank god to Soobin because he answers quickly, not allowing for any space of anxiousness.

“No. Only you.”

You slowly nod, pursing your lips. “Cool.”

“Yeah, very cool,” then his brows furrow at a thought popping up in his head, “Wait, do you like,”

You raise your brows. “Do I what?”

“Like, you know, suck off other guys?”

You scoff, he’s so ridiculous. You don’t even get to see his reaction to your answers, as you’re sitting on the floor and his back is on the mattress. “No Soobin, I don’t suck off other guys. Well, not as of recently. You’re the only one I’ve been doing this with.”

“Oh, o-okay.” You snort at the cute stutter.

Too bad you don’t catch the small ‘good’ he says under his breath.

note: when i checked the word count I was so shocked we’re keeping that a secret 😭 appreciate any feedback!

#txt smut #soobin smut #sub!soobin #sub!idol #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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01/17/2024 Crew Recap

Well, today was once again a day of new and exciting things happening, and some fun progress on all fronts. Anything I missed -- as always please add. Links to all the threads are in the pictures so please visit them, I want to make sure people who actually posted them are credited :) I realize this is a lot, so if you don't wanna read it all, please at least hop to the bottom for a special message.

===Today's Impact===

Petition Status: We broke 58,000 Signatures! Great job everyone!

Our Flag Means Death Status on Television Stats -- Numbers went up a bit!

#SaveOFMD Trending #4 in Hungary, way to go friends!

Source

Wondering if your calls are working? THEY ARE! Apparently they are cataloging and categorizing calls.

Warner Bros Discovery Inc is still trending downward!

Our Flag For Palestine - Care for Gaza Fundraiser is up to $7535!

The team on this is pretty great about transparency, feel free to check out the twitter thread here

===Cast / Crew Sightings===

Chaos Dad, David Jenkins posted about the 35th Annual Glaad Media Awards Nominating Our Flag Means Death for Outstanding Comedy Series!

Con O'Neill started posting stories on IG with #SaveOFMD and also he showed up in a Screen Rant Plus interview! Our Flag Means Death Interview: Con O’Neill On Izzy & Blackbeard In Season 2

And our Pirate Queen Ruibo Qian was reposting save ofmd art on IG!

=Latest Twitter / Other Platform Insanity=

So apparently someone updated the Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia page to say one of the Production Companies was Astroglide, you cheeky little fuckers.

Source

Squishables joined the fun with Astroglide.

Astroglide Announced a Live Reaction Video to OFMD they'll be doing on Friday. Thanks to IG: _Irene_Adler for bringing this to my attention! Somehow I missed it looking at this post this morning.

===Articles===

1. Could HBO’s Beloved ‘Our Flag Means Death’ Jump To Another Ship After Cancellation?

2. Our Flag Means Death's "numbers weren't there" for renewal says MAX's boss - but it is welcome to sail to another platform

3. OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH CANCELED AT MAX, BUT IT COULD FIND LIFE ON OTHER PLATFORMS

===Ways to Help===

So I found of a new way to keep engagement up that I hadn't heard of before-- I apologize if you all already know about it and I'm repeating it! Daily Clicks to help with Engagement: Clickable Links below:

Our Flag Means Death Wikipedia Page Google Search for Our Flag Means Death Google UK Search for Our Flag Means Death Our Flag Means Death IMDB

Fundraiser for LimbPower

Looks like another fundraiser going on by our fellow OFMD Crew, right now is by For Our New Unicorn, that benefits LimbPower. This has been going on since December but has had some ramp up since the cancellation announcement. If you're looking for somewhere to donate, seems to be a good cause!

Calls / Emails / Faxes

I don't believe anything has changed in terms of calls and emails but here's the latest info in case you're just joining us, there's a lovely post over at @renewasacrew's post.

Postcards / Outside the US Fans

@renewasacrew has the following awesome post about how to send mail from outside the US: Are you outside the US and looking to send Warner Bros. Discovery CEO David Zaslav a letter? 🏴‍☠️

Petition

As usual, sharing the petition with posts is super helpful, and @merryfinches has a cool guide on how to get additional email addresses if you want to help send more signatures here

Hashtag Updates from yesterday

#RenewAsACrew #SaveOFMD #TheNumbersWereThere.

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❤️❤️Lastly because even if you are tired of hearing it, I'm going to keep saying it, so suck it up buttercup here comes some love ❤️❤️

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Every single one of you is enough.

If you bust your ass for this campaign, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

If you signed the petition and that was it, YOU ARE ENOUGH

If you lurk and keep an eye on things, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

If you do nothing at all, and just take care of yourself, YOU ARE ENOUGH.

There is NOTHING in this world that you could do to make you not enough.

Remember that.

You are amazing-

and beautiful-

and everything you do every single day is wonderful-

and YOU are worthy of love.

You are doing a great job just being you. Keep doing that.

We are so lucky to have each and every one of you here on this planet with us.

Remember to drink some water, and take care of yourself if you can. Even if it's just a few minutes a day. You got this, and you're loved. 🥰

Love you crew. Have a good night/day, wherever you are on this little blue dot. <3

#ofmd #our flag means death #renew as a crew #save ofmd #thenumberswerethere #saveofmd #save our flag means death #our flag means us #ofmd daily recap

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andydrysdalerogers · 4 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Sanctuary

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Flee

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Hi Lila.”

Lila stood in the doorway for a second, not sure what to say. “Umm, would you like to come in?”

“Thank you.” Belle made her way inside her former apartment and looked around. “You haven’t changed much.”

“No, not really. Been working a lot so I’m hardly here.” Lila fidgeted before she blurted out, “why are you here?”

Belle didn’t move. She tried to open her mouth and speak but all that came out was a sob. Her entire body began to shake with the tears that had been waiting to be released. Lila came over to hold Belle as sob after sob tore through her chest. “It’s ok sweetie, I’m here.”

“Lila, I was so stupid,” she wailed. Her heart was broken. And all it wanted was the one person who broke her heart and her trust.

“Its ok, babe. C’mon sit down. Tell me everything.”

Bucky was on at the computer trying to track Belle. “Stupid glasses,” he muttered. While at the time it seemed like a good idea, Tony’s glasses that he made for Belle were now the hindrance to finding her. He sighed and looked over to see Steve passed out on the couch, Belle’s sweater in his hands.

He felt his phone buzz and saw a notification.

DOORBELL RINGING

“What the hell?” He clicked on the notification and saw a video from a camera. At first the person at the door was fuzzy but then the glasses came off and he gasped. Belle. He was racking his brain until it dawned on him. Lila.

Bucky remembered he had installed a doorbell camera to Lila’s apartment while Belle was still living there. He hadn’t mentioned it since he hadn’t wanted to spook the girls. He decided to try and talk to Belle first and hopefully convince her to come home. He went out the service elevator to the garage, leaving his best friend resting.

Belle finally calmed and told Lila everything. “Lila, how could I have been so naïve? He lied; he could have told me.”

“I know but look at it rationally Belle, he was trying to protect you. Maybe he went about it the wrong way but I think he had your best interest at heart.”

Belle snorted. “Right. Because leaving in the dark was so smart.”

“Belle,” Lila sighed, “your dad left you in the dark. Everyone did. I mean, how are you not mad at your dad?”

“Because I was a kid! I already lost my parents, and he was everything when I had…” she sobbed, “I had nothing.” She wiped her eyes. “Steve’s supposed to be my family. How am I supposed to trust him?”

“I guess that is the ultimate question.” A knock on the door made Lila look. “Just give me a sec.” Lila went to the door and opened. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to her.”

“No.”

“Delilah, please. I need to know she’s safe.”

“She is safe. You guys are the ones…”

“You don’t know the whole story Li. Please give me five minutes.”

Lila studied her ex. “Five.” She opened the door wider and let him in.

Belle had been in her own little world before she heard her name. She whipped around. “Bucky?! What are…”

“Please sweetheart. Just hear me out.”

“No. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“Fine you kept the truth. Same thing.” She rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

“Belle, I’m so sorry. You’re right, ok? But honestly, this was the reason why we didn’t want to tell you. The fear of the unknown. Hey?” He lifted her chin, “you know I would do anything to protect you right?”

He watched a tear fall. “I know. I just wish he wouldn’t have lied.” Belle leaned forward and buried her head in Bucky’s chest, her chest racking with sobs. Bucky understood, this wasn’t about her history. It was the lack of honest information. He held her at he looked at his ex. She was looking worried, having never seen her friend like this for a while. When she looked at him, he could see she was anxious and remorseful. “Li?”

“I just… I’m sorry. For how I acted. For how I treated all of you. She’s my best friend and my twisted way of thinking made me miss everything. I missed you.”

“Oh. Umm,” Bucky was unsure how to proceed. He had missed Lila as well, but his mind was on protecting Belle first. “Look Li, we need to talk about this but I need to protect her first. I really do miss you as well. I just, I need to look after her.”

“I understand.”

“Belle, let me take you to a safe place ok? Not to Steve, not yet. I get it, you need time but I also need you safe.”

Belle didn’t move. Bucky lifted her bridal style as he looked down to see Belle asleep against him, exhaustion from running taking over. He pulled out a phone and made a call. “Diskant, I need a car.” He gave the address. “I’m sorry Li, I need to take her.”

“Where are you going?”

“Brooklyn. I’ve got an apartment there.” She just needs to rest. He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll talk ok?”

She smiled. “Ok. Just, don’t let anything happen to her. She’s precious.”

“I promise.” He walked out to meet security.

Lila watched him from the door until he disappeared into the elevator. She pulled out her phone and placed a call.

“Brooklyn. He’s taking her to Brooklyn.”

Belle opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar room and she bolted up. She was still dressed, for which she was grateful for, but she had no idea where she was. She had never been in this room, and she scrambled out of bed. She looked out the window to see Brooklyn but before she could get her bearings, the door opened softly. “Belle?”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Bucky.”

“Good, you’re awake.” He entered the room with a mug of coffee and some toast. “How are you feeling?”

“Confused. I can see we are in Brooklyn but where are we?”

Bucky chuckled. “My apartment.” He could see the confusion on her face. “Did you think if I found a girl, I would just move her in with you and Steve?”

“Frankly, yes.” She giggled. ��Thought we were one big happy family.”

“Well, we are but I had this place just in case my dame and I wanted a place of our own.”

“That’s fair.” She follows him to the living room, noting the spacious room and minimalist furniture. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” He patted the seat next to him and she sat. “So, what’s your plan now?”

“Dunno.” She leaned back and looked to the ceiling. “Does he know I’m here?”

“Not yet. Wanted to see what you wanted to do.” He studied her as she continued to look at the ceiling. “If you really want to leave, I’ll help. Told that punk to tell you but he didn’t listen. Should’ve done it myself but I really thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know,” she said after a minute. “What time is it?”

“About four. You slept all day.”

“Can we go for a walk? I just wanna get some air.”

“Sure, but Paul’s coming as well. He’ll walk behind, just to keep ya safe.” She nodded and went to the door to pull her shoes on. “Don’t forget your glasses.”

The walked around the neighborhood, each pointing out a place that was special to each other. They stopped for a slice before heading back to the apartment. “So, I know you don’t know what you want to do but I need you to take this.” He handed what looked like a car lock to her.

“What is it?”

“Panic button. If something happens it will send a GPS signal to the penthouse and alert us. I’m not comfortable leavin' ya on your own.”

“Do I have to leave? I mean…”

“No, ya don’t,” Bucky’s accent coming in thick. “But I want ya ta know that I’ll always take care of you.”

Belle’s lower lip wobbled but she didn’t cry. She pocketed the device and took his hand. “Drink?”

“Sure.” They headed to a local dive; Paul ever vigilant behind. They slid into a booth near the back with Bucky sitting with eyes on the door. “If you had to choose…”

“Whiskey sour." She smiled. “I like the occasional hard stuff.”

“Alright, stay here.” Bucky went to the bar to get a drink. He looked back to see a man leering at Belle. He walked back, placing himself between them. “Need something pal?”

“Just talking to this little pretty bird.” The man was large but when Bucky flashed his black metal fist, he slowly back away. “See you around pretty bird.”

Bucky then sat next to Belle. “You ok?”

“Yeah. Haven’t been hit on for a while.” She gave a half smile as a waitress brought the drinks. They sat, listening to the jukebox.

“If you went back,” Bucky started, “would you be able to forgive Steve?”

Belle looked at him. “You already know I’ve started to forgive him.”

“I know,” he replied with a soft smile. “Just wanted you to admit it.”

She sighed. “Do you think I’m overreacting?”

“No. It’s a lot. I never had the chance to meet your dad, but I did my research. He was a good man. Always wanting to do the right thing, even if it meant lying to protect the people he loved.” He gave her a knowing look.

“I hate you,” she mumbled while he laughed. She drained her glass. “Think you could take me home?”

“Home?”

“Yeah, I want to see my husband.” She smiled. “I think I can talk to him rationally now.”

Bucky kissed the top of her head. “Good. C’mon short stuff, let’s get you home.” He signaled to Paul. He threw some money down and headed out. As they walked, he pulled the glasses off her eyes. “Stark did good. Couldn’t find ya till ya hit the doorbell at Lila’s.”

“Was wondering how you did…” she started when Paul yelled out.

“Bucky! Get down!” Paul drew his weapon and fired as the first shots rang out.

Bucky covered Belle but was hit. He collapsed on top of her, blood seeping. “Belle, run,” he whispered.

“Bucky! No!”

“Run! Push the button and run!” He manages to pull himself up and draw his weapon and fired back. Belle watched as Paul was hit and goes down.

“Go now!” Bucky pushed her to the alley way to cover. She reached into her pocket and pushed the button as another round came their way. She dropped the device as Bucky took the round to the shoulder in shielding her. He handed her a phone. “Call Steve. He’ll find you. Go!”

“Bucky!”

“Run!”

Belle ran down the alley as she looked for a place to hide.

In the tower, Steve was trying Bucky again, not understanding the note he left.

Have an idea. Will be back.

“Steve, you are making me dizzy,” Nat said. She checked the computer again. “FRIDAY still doesn’t have any hits.”

“God, she’s out there all alone.” Steve ran a hand through his hair.

“She’s being smart. If we can’t find, neither can they.”

Suddenly the computer flashed a red message: Panic Button Activated

“What the fuck?” A geo-tag popped up and it pinned in Brooklyn.

“FRIDAY see if there is surveillance,” Steve ordered. “Sam...”

“I’m on it.” He jumped out the window and his wings extended as Nat had Friday send him the coordinates.

“Captain, video online,” FRIDAY said.

It was grainy footage outside a bar in Brooklyn. Several bodies were on the floor as flashing lights were in the background. One of the lights flashed and he saw Paul’s face. “Shit!”

“That’s Paul, but who’s that farther down,” Nat asked.

The zoomed over and saw Bucky laying on the floor. “Bucky!” He saw he was still breathing but shallow. He was moving his hands. “What is that?”

Nat zoomed more and saw the movement. “He’s signing."

B-E-L-L-E-D-A-N-G-E-R

“Belle’s in danger.” Steve breathed out, starting to lose focus when his phone rang.

Running through the streets of Brooklyn, Belle never imagined her life would turn out like this. Her past, her history had been leading to this. A history she was unaware of until just a few days ago. She was so angry at everyone. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Nat, all of them kept it from her. So, she ran. Now, she just wanted to be home, safe in Steve’s arms. But she ran. Why oh why did she run?

She found a diner and tried to calmly enter and sit in the back, low. She knew she needed to become inconspicuous, so she pulled her dark hair into the hood of her sweater, tapped the glasses that Tony had given her to change her eye color and look at her phone. It still had blood on it from where it splattered on her. “Bucky,” she whispered. Bucky shielded her when they were attacked. She had remembered to push her panic button but who knew if Clint or Steve was watching for it. She had dropped it when she started to run, hoping it would save him.

She scrolled to Steve’s number. “Please pick up,” she whispered.

Steve’s deep timbre answered. Isabella? Where are you?

“Steve. I’m in a diner in Brooklyn. Uh,” she looked around, “Sheila’s on 10th. Steve, Bucky…” she sobbed. The tears just streamed down her face.

Belle, we’re on the way. Just stay low. I’m coming for you baby.

“Steve, I’m so scared.”

I know baby, but I’m coming. I love you.

“I love you too. I’m sorry I ran. Please… No!” She screamed as a hand grabbed her, dropping the phone. One man held her, covering her mouth.

Belle?! Isabella?! Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic. He heard movement.

A second man picked up the phone. “You want her, Captain? Come get her.”

Welp, we have come full circle... and with Christmas on Monday, I don't know if you guys want an update or wait...

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alun1r · 2 months

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Rare Alu Rant About Fandoms bc I never say shit:

Sue me, but getting into a fandom just for the intention of becoming popular is so weird to me.

Like sure you want a lot of people to see what you make. Because making something for the fandom should be seen! That’s dope as hell.

But you’re gonna lose inspiration real fast when you find out content creation takes a lotta work but more often than not comes with little reward.

I hold firmly the belief that Fandom is for making content for the pure reason of just because you can.

✨the joy of free will to bring your delusions to life so others can indulge in their delusions as well✨ Kinda vibes? Yanno?

I never started making HL content with the idea in mind that I’d reach 9k followers on tiktok. And I ain’t gonna lie it’s daunting for me. Specially as someone whose always just made shit for whatever reason without even posting it. But The videos that got me views and followers on tiktok, were made because I was high and wanted to laugh. And I’d figured “what the hell, this made me laugh….Maybe it will make someone else laugh.” And I’m glad it did.

And now I float around just making stuff. I still make whatever I want tbh. I do my best to give credit where credit is due in what I make. And yeah I’ve done some fan service videos and writing here and there because hey it’s fun for me.

I see so many posts or peoples bios saying that they’re working towards being popular in fandom and then their posts are what other people said or made on Twitter or tiktok or Vice versa and there’s often times there’s no real credit to original creators.

Don’t get me wrong, if it’s properly credited, AWESOME. Usually it’s not though, and that’s just wild to me. Because how are you expecting to get popular under your own name when you’re just reposting stuff.

That doesn’t make you a content creator.

A historical collector guess?? Because you’re like idk collecting all the stuff people made and what not onto a new page.

Idk dude. I just miss authenticity I guess. People making stuff and just being excited to show it.

Don’t get me wrong though it’s not all terrible on here and everywhere on the internet for fandoms. I’ve made close friends with other creators who feel and see fandom much the same. Just here to vibe and escape.

I’m not saying I don’t think views and followers and likes and notes or what have you, matter. I know they do. I get a lil confidence boost when something I make pops off. I feel proud.

But man it’s the intention of “ Im trying to be a popular creator” that rubs me the wrong way. Make stuff because you like it. Not because other people will. Doing whatever to get you likes wont bring the same satisfaction. And in more cases than not I see it backfiring and causing drama because, like I said it’s usually shit that’s copied or reposted.

Who knows maybe I’m just old and don’t understand bc I also see fandom and the work I’ve contributed as something I wouldn’t like boast about in real life. Because the reaction wouldn’t be positive. Like just for enjoying Hogwarts legacy I get teased in my daily life from acquaintances. It’s not totally negative. Buts it’s enough for me to know that YEAH 9k followers on tiktok don’t mean anything in the real world LMAO because at the end of the day, offline, I am still just a nerd whose daydreaming in her bedroom to escape reality.

I’m 24 dude. And I work in news. Shit is exhausting. Read a headline and you’ll see what I mean. And I just wanted to rant about it because it’s been bugging me since I joined fandom again last year.

But due to, idk my follower count and whatnot I always felt like I can’t or rather I shouldn’t speak my mind so much for fear of SOMEONE coming for me for something. And man I hate that feeling bc this bitch has opinions and I dislike the idea of feeling like others have control over it. But tbh eh. I wanted to rant. Just speaking into the void of the internet.

If you decide to send anon hate for my opinionated rant be ready for a meme bc I don’t have the mental capacity to take anything other than my IRL life responsibilities seriously lmao.

#credit wars are wack #just credit people YALL #I don’t know or think anything I’ve made has been reposted #don’t really care bc at the end of the day what can I do #I care more when other peoples work is stolen tho #why?#dunno.#fandoms are for fun #and I just hate when the fun is ruined over drama that stems from lack of respect for one another #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #sebastian sallow #fanfiction #art #ominisgaunt #hlcreators

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mun-of-orchid-and-friends · 6 months

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A quick heads up to all Minecraft artists!!!

There is a YouTuber; sansink689 : who has been reposting shorts and videos with other people's artwork... A Warning was put out on Twitter/X if you have not seen or have a Twitter/X by Master_Closure informing everyone about this YouTuber.

(More under cut for space reasons)

I could not report for stealing artwork but I went on ahead and down voted a couple of their videos to which they used art that I know for a fact belong to Original artists here on Tumblr as well as Twitter/X. On top of that I also asked multiple questions on multiple videos and shorts... Asking basically the same questions over and over.

At the moment of typing this up I have yet to get a response but I'm expecting them to either; one: answer me with their honest opinion, or two: block me. It's already obvious that the original artists of these artworks are both here on Tumblr as well as Twitter/X and probably do not know of this... But if you already do please inform me if they had even bothered asking (to which I doubt highly they asked but...)... In my honest opinion if you can't report then at least constantly ask them about where they got the images from? who the original artists are? Did they ask the original artists?

I don't want to go into their chat and just say "hey you're scum for stealing someone's artwork!!" because it's obvious they live in a country different from where I'm living, to which in my country (Suck America USA) if you're caught stealing artwork you're immediately called out for it, but I believed they are from Russia (do not quote me I am not 100% sure) to which I don't think the rules apply to them as well but that doesn't mean you can't call them out for it by constantly asking them where the original art was from where they got the original artwork or on top of that did they ask the original artist because it's obvious they didn't do any of this artwork... they technically took it from wherever they found it and instead of looking up the original artist they used it for their videos to try and earn money... (I do apologize if this sounds rude or ugly but this is just my first opinion on seeing all of this artwork that they had taken and putting it in videos without any of the credits...)...

I don't even know what their age is, they could just be a young kid who doesn't know any better or is like "oh look at all this art I found online that I really like I want to post it on my channel because I love it so much!" And don't know that they're technically stealing the artwork from the original artist...

So if you've read this far then please at least ask them where they got the artwork or in any case if they ask the original artist... And if you ARE the original artist of the artwork in which they used in these videos, please go to them and politely ask them where they found the images and if they could take down their videos with your artwork in it... If they refuse to take down the videos or refuse to answer you about the situation then do what you must to get the situation resolved because I have no control over them just as I have no control over you... I just ask that we start this off as politely as possible to get them to understand that they need to ask before using someone else's artwork.

#others art #YouTuber using images of others artwork #trying to spread this out there #Minecraft artists

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genavere · 9 months

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I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url. If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense. https://www.tumblr.com/54prowl/696176793830506496/a-couple-of-things-i-check-to-know-if-the-person?source=share Here's a guide to take notes from, because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable. Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong. If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that. I've given you the resources so please do better.

"If you need me to do the labour for you, https://www.tumblr.com/genavere/724723129006604288?source=share here's your most recent offense."

Remember how I said there was one that I was questionable on? Yeah, that was the one. It's has now been deleted. After you politely informed me it was indeed the one, I did a google search, couldn't find the original artist to credit, so I deleted it.

Did I do my diligence on it? No. Why? It was posted in 2020 and I didn't do a deep dive of the blog. I don't check every account.

"I'm honestly not sure how you could have missed the fact that ravewood was a reposter? People have talked about it extensively, and the art they reposted never matched their url."

Ravewood was one of the first users I came across when I came back to tumblr last year and was looking for Fairy Tail content. After being on the platform again for a couple of months and getting my toes wet, that's when I took off my rose-colored glasses and realized what they were.

At that point in time, I knew no one in the fandom and was hungry.

An important note about people on the internet: Not everyone is in the loop, not everyone is in social circles, and not everyone sees the warning posts right away, either.

Is it an excuse? Yes, and I acknowledge that and the mistakes I've made.

So, now that you have schooled me, thank you for doing the labor for me.

Here is also somethings from that blog you recommended, along with the link for anyone interested:

"Also it doesn't stop being art theft just because it's funny. If you're reblogging stolen work just because it makes you and other people happy, that's still art theft and it's still morally wrong."

Regarding when what I meant by making people happy: it's the memes.

Check out this funny video that I reblogged:

It was great fun watching that. The poor guy that is shaking, I felt sooo bad for him.

How about this one about the grandson of Ulysses S. Grant writing gay vampire fiction:

Lovely information about a gentleman who has defied social norms and prejudice to be with his husband for so long and to write what he is passionate about.

"...because the post I linked here has so many blatant signs of reposting that it's laughable." "Please be more careful when you're reblogging fan art. On more than one occassion you've reblogged stolen fan art which gets spread around even more and that's so unfair to the artists."

If your original message had said: "Hey, this one [link] that you reblogged is stolen, would you mind taking it down or crediting the artist?"

I would have been like: "Oh shoot, sorry about that! Thank you for letting me know!" and taken it down. Would have been appreciative, even.

But you weren't.

Right out of the gate, you were standoffish. The tone felt like you said your piece and were not willing to have a conversation. Not willing to be helpful in letting me know which of the many stolen fanarts you accused me of.

That tone carries through into this ask.

Do I usually try to make sure I reblog credited art? Yes, and as I learn more about how things should be, like trying to attach the original tags the person put, I adapt.

Do I always catch everything? No, cause I am human and sometimes you just can't do better.

"If your fics that you worked hard on were reposted without credit, I'm sure you wouldn't be too delighted with that."

Would I be happy if my fics were reposted without credit? No, cause I would like to know what people think of them and I would not be able to see if they enjoyed them or thought they were trash.

Has this happened? Yes, and with original works, too. Happened to a book that I had self-published, which meant potential lost revenue.

Would I blame someone who reblogged from someone else it if I found out? No. I would let them know that it had been reposted without my consent and ask if they could edit their post to give credit, or take it down and reblog mine.

"I've given you the resources so please do better."

You did give me a resource, which I appreciate.

But, please note, that you could do better, too. Kindness goes a long way, and is a far better teaching tool.

On a last note, how about this one I also reblogged:

#ask answered #anon ask answered #anon #anonymous #anon ask #stolen work #stolen work resource #Is this petty?#The last one is for sure #Spent WAY too much time on this #Should I go back to sleep?#I dunno #Oh well #I guess this shows my passive aggressive side a bit #Pretty sure that Inuyasha pic made everything I said above about kindness null and void

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bcacstuff · 1 year

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Can I ask why you don’t often share the source of these videos? Do you find them all randomly?

I do not that often find these videos. It's sometimes. In the past the footage has been abused, people who's agenda the footage didn't fit, went to harass accounts, abused the footage I posted and run with it putting wrong information on it. On top of that accusing me of all kind of mischief, calling me names and discrediting my name and blog.

I take a look on IG at locations when it makes sense. It could be a fan pic which reveals the location or an Anon telling me so. I post when I find something and post it as it is. Once in a while it is very random, like how I found the running video. Purely coincidence, but even that got disputed and it's just a fun little video that doesn't expose him in any way or in a bad way. No narratives here and anyone is allowed to make up their mind about it as long as it is in a respectful way

I wrote some posts about it already, I'm too tired to look them up, so I just refer you to my archives. I regret it too that I need to put them online like this, I rather would be posting and trusting people to use it respectful. But this fandom has some corners that have lost all respect and reason, just because something doesn't fit their agenda.

It doesn't matter if someone reposts this kind of thing. I reblog a lot too, I repost pics and videos of others, but I always make sure to credit the source. It's nothing but curtesy to do so. And I would even go further saying, not crediting, okay... whatever, as long as people enjoy it. But allas, as said above, it goes that far that I get falsely accused, my name gets discredited because of other agendas, and my information gets twisted to something that was never written by me or intended the way it gets twisted around. That for me is one degree too far. I don't deserve that kind of treatment and I don't have to take it.

I'm only here for sharing the things like they are, no conspiracy theories. I'm clear when things are opinions, speculations, options, whatever you want to name it, but also clear when they are facts. My blog is a mix of opinions, discussions between people that do not have to agree with me or with each other, as long as it is in a respectful way. Tolerance! (something we miss a lot in this fandom and perhaps even in the world at itself nowaday). Unfortunately there are these groups that do not understand that kind of adult behaviour. That is the trivial thing to me.

So hope you understand. And if you don't, I feel sorry for you but it is what it is.

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sugalaritae · 2 years

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summary: on the set of the music video he has choreographed, Hoseok finds himself stressed and frustrated. He can't have the thing he craves so he reaches out to you.

word count: 1365

rating: series rating is 18+

warnings: cigarettes

a/n: after weeks of hating everything i was writing, i was finally able to get this little thing written. this Hobi is killing me and he is a wonder to write! thank you so much to @miscelunaaa and @reliablemitten for looking this over and giving such amazing advice, it truly made the whole thing better. again, @wwilloww made this absolutely fantastic banner (it takes my breath away a little). i hope you all enjoy this this is part of an ongoing series. this is the masterlist tag list: @miscelunaaa @herecomesjoon @neverendingforever

He can’t remember the last time that he danced for himself. The problem with doing the thing that you love as a career is that if you’re not careful it becomes a job. Hoseok stands behind the cameras as they film the music video. He watches the group of people dancing the choreography that he created and he is jealous of them. He can’t remember the last time that he moved his body because he wanted to and not because he had to.

“Cut!” He hears the Director call and his brain switches back into work mode, a space that he now feels more comfortable in these last few weeks. He’s not sure what that means or if returning back to normal life will be a bit of a shock considering how hard he’s been working for the last four weeks.

He looks at the screen and watches the playback. There was a mistake, no, four. At the beginning he thought it was a humbling experience to be around what the world considered professionals and watch them make mistakes, but they’ve been working at this for a week now and they should be able to have it down.

“They need to do another take,” he says to the Director, who nods in agreement.

“Ten minute break and then another take,” a production assistant yells after the Director tells her and Hoseok excuses himself. He has the mistakes memorized by the playback and he needs a break. He’d love a cigarette but he’s been trying to give it up, or rather he and Taehyung are trying to give it up. Who knows if Taehyung is keeping his end of the bargain.

He pulls out his phone as he walks through the doors to the lot. The sun is hot but it feels so good given that he’s spent the last two hours inside the studio with hot, fake lights surrounding him.

Hoseok [17:39]: Are you sleeping?

Normally he checks the time before he texts you just to make sure that you’re not sleeping. He does this with all of his friends.

His body occupying in the time zone that he sleeps, eats, and works in; while the rest of him, the part that loves and laughs, is stuck with all of all of his friends.

You [17:39]: Well since it’s 7am I am not. Just thinking about getting up out of bed and getting dressed for the day. Please convince me that it is not necessary.

Hoseok [17:40]: I would love to but you’re talking to the wrong guy. If you want someone to convince you to stay in bed then Jimin is your man.

You [17:40]: Yeah? Should I call him?

Hoseok [17:40]: You might have to.

This is what your relationship has been like for the last four weeks, a strange friendship that lives in your phones and laptops. The two of you typing words of flirtation like it’s one of those online games of pool that he used to play when he was younger and his parents were asleep, not aware that he was using the family computer to talk to strangers online.

You [17:41]: How is the shoot going?

Hoseok [17:41]: I want a cigarette. Have you seen Taehyung smoking when you went out with them last night?

You [17:41]: I didn’t go. I decided I wanted to have a night in.

Hoseok [17:42]: Why? You would have had fun! You’re supposed to be my spy.

You [17:42]: I thought the dad of the group was Jin or Namjoon.

He chuckles to himself as he leans against a wall and closes his eyes as the sun beamed down on his face. He didn’t want to stay too long but he needed to breathe something in that wasn’t recycled air and sweat from the performers. He needed to get out of his head and he needed to just remember what he loved about his job.

Maybe he was missing his friends too much and that was what was getting to him. There is something going on in this head of his; he just needs to get it figured out so that he could feel like he was breathing again. Or thinking again. He isn’t sure which one it is but he needs something. His body needs to do something to get his brain working again. Or maybe it is vice versa.

Texting you provides a certain kind of comfort that even his friends cannot provide. They fuel him but you are the spark to his engine.

Hoseok [17:45]: You are correct but I still need a spy to be able to tell me what’s going on so if they leave anything out then I can accuse them of doing so.

You [17:45]: Next time they invite me out then I will go out, I promise.

Hoseok [17:45]: They like you, you know. We all like you and that is why they invite you out.

He watches the notification that you’re typing appear and disappear from his phone, and he thinks perhaps he’s made a mistake by saying that. He doesn’t want to make you feel pressured to go out with the group. Jin told them about you when you first started to build a friendship with him and Hoseok remembers how quiet Jin had described you as. That you always left the office to go on your lunch break and spoke of the television shows like they were your friends. Hoseok wants you to become part of the group but he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re being forced into it. This has to be your decision, no one can make that for you.

You [17:46]: Jin did mention something in a few weeks.

Hoseok [17:46]: Go spy!

You [17:47]: Just call me 007

You [17:47]: But without the killing.

You [17:47]: Or promiscuity.

Hoseok [17:48]: And you call yourself a spy.

He chuckles and pushes himself up off the wall and takes the few steps back toward the door. Ten minutes is not long enough.

You [17:48]: I am your spy. Are you sure you want those things to be included?

Hoseok [17:48]: You do what you have to do to get the job done.

He can hear Yoongi’s voice in his head telling him that is something that he doesn’t want to happen, and his head-Yoongi is correct. He would prefer it if you didn’t get close with any of his friends so that he could be the one that gets to kiss you and wake up in the morning with you.

He wants to see if that comfort will be there in person. If you will be able to wrap him up and calm his active mind.

He wants to give that to you.

Hoseok [17:49]: Back to work for me.

You [17:49]: I have to get out of this bed and go to work myself. Text me later.

You [17:49]: We still need to have that meal together. So think of a time that works for you and I’ll work around it. Maybe this weekend?

Hoseok [17:49]: I’ll let you know what my schedule is like.

Hoseok [17:49]: Have a good day

He wants to be able to tell you that he is looking forward to seeing your face again. Wants to tell you that even this small exchange has helped alleviate the weight just a little. Instead, he slips his phone back into his pocket and walks over to the group that are laughing loudly on the stage. A few of them are practicing the moves but it isn’t the ones that he wants. The ones that keep making mistakes are standing together and laughing.

He tries to hold onto that feeling your texts gave him as the frustration begins to knock on his mind, threatening to take over. He can do this. He can hold onto the thought of you while he gives them notes.

“Okay,” he calls and they all turn to him. “We need to go over the second chorus again.”

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TOHOSHINKI (TVXQ) <<THE GARDEN>> IN SAPPORO/HOKKAIDO SUMMARY 5/17/22

Performances:

KYHD

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Human

Jealous

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Apparently there were fans of all ages there, even fans in their 60s and 70s, including male fans.

Sam-San was seen by fans! It’s been a while…

YH got his mask patented in Japan too!

Yunho said that it was the first time they held a fan meeting in Sapporo. He remembers shooting the music video for Road every time he comes. He said this time was fun too.

Changmin wants to eat more food from Hokkaido

Their favorite foods from Hokkaido:

YH likes crabs in all forms: Raw, grilled, or with soy sauce

CM likes Beer and sweets

YH says he also likes chocolate but not as much as he likes crabs

They played a gesture game where they tried to guess songs and things. YH was unexpectedly good. For “Something” CM pretended to pull on strings and YH said “sleigh?”

they had to guess “udon”

Bigi pretended to sip noodles.

YH: Ramen?

CM: Soba?

YH:Japchae! (YH that is Korean..)

They did a segment where they made animals that were likely to be in the Asahiyama Zoo.

YH made a giraffe, but its neck was too long and heavy so it kept falling over. YH claimed it was just “sleepy”.

CM confused zoo with aquarium and made a dolphin.

YH then told him that there were no dolphins at the zoo and that he should make a Beluga whale instead (there are no Beluga whales at the zoo either, only the aquarium)

CM then said his favorite animal at the zoo was a lion and made one.

YH tried to “invent” a seafood bowl from clay, he also used bubble wrap??

They were asked where they would go if they traveled together

CM: Las Vegas! I think both of us can enjoy if we go, it may be odd with only the two of us though.

YH: A place where you can play golf, as it is a hobby we share. I heard there is a good golf course nearby. CM agreed and said he wants to play gold in Hokkaido because the food and nature are nice

They both showed off their golf swings

They were talking about how they were as students. CM said he was good at math, but he was often scolded by his father who is a Korean language teacher. when his dad scolded him he always thought “ why is a Korean teacher scolding me about math???”

YH said he was good at P.E. CM asked anything else and YH said “I was a good student!” (YH are you sure???)

They went out to eat at the same restaurant three times in one day as the food was so good.

In the beginning of KYHD when they high-five, YH was late to his position and almost missed the high five as he was running to get up. CM almost laughed and patted YH before the song began in pity.

CM again made fun of BigEast for not being able to complain when he moved songs. He kept teasing BigEast because they were unable to say anything back to him.

YH praised CM for being more masculine than before and CM got flustered.

When they rode around in the carts YH was happy to see a male BigEast, he kept using his binoculars to see people who were sitting further away

CM again got emotional singing This is Love on the cart, he seemed to be holding back tears.

The performances were really good today! Lots of energy.

There was a cute story from an bigi who came after school, and CM asked her when he was coming around on the cart if she had skipped school to be there as she was in her uniform. She explained no panickedly and CM laughed, YH also looked amused.

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YH fancams from @W_crown26218 on twt. Please do not repost, full credit to them.

https://twitter.com/w_crown26218/status/1526548533548945408?s=21&t=0GQHODUieEgXK8WE0kYXHQ

https://twitter.com/w_crown26218/status/1526553808557740032?s=21&t=0GQHODUieEgXK8WE0kYXHQ

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Private fancams of every performance have been uploaded by @/patty2326 on twt, who has unlisted them on YouTube. To see them you must request and be accepted where they have tweets with links. Please do not repost their fancams, only watch as filming has not been received well by Bigi.

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zumpietoo · 5 months

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Now For Pressed....

I should preface this with--this arrived MINUTES after I bagged on Peepster last nite.....(but I was tired....), only further cementing just how obsessed the BB is with me.

It's loonnggg so the TWO full snips will be dragged in two parts, here!

We've already discussed this. She scabbed. And routinely violated other strike rules, because she was also desperate for attention....and I've detailed it all along. However, I AM still waiting for proof of

A) Cole is an abuser

B) Cabana Boi was in NYC....(tho that IS possible, buuuutt....funny how KlasseeereinPP didn't take a pic with him, as well, hmm??)

And it's my blog, I don't have to "shut" anything....

Actually, no to all of the above on the second paragraph. If Peepster were "keeping her relationship private", we never would've had the myriad of Power Couple pap pics she arranged. We wouldn't have had her included in videos by his friends, because those could be edited out, easily....and she would've requested as much (plus his friends all fucking hate her, so I'm sure the little we've seen was because they asked for it).

If anything? Still much moar effective/easier to argue it's a Pee Arr relationship, given how staged it is.

Plus I thought keeping your relationship private (as I already noted) was evvvollll/done cuz makes it easier to cheat? You, once again, don't get to have it both ways.

Apparently you also can't read, because I pointed out not that she's IN her family photos (few that there are), but how awkward and uncomfortable she looks in her clearly obligatory visit....oh and her general lack of interaction, even still with them. I'm sorry you're so stupid.

How exactly am I "harassing" anybody by reposting already publicly posted pics? That isn't stalking, either, because, again....they're all fully aware (or should be, after 8 years) that their pics with her ARE gonna generate moar attention than other families.

PLUS.....we're talking about the same peeps who routinely leaked and shared her, Cole and a child for clicks for fucking years. Again, don't get to have it both ways....

As for Cabana Boi? Yes, I do think it's way too soon.....but y'all didn't and are simply off weeping because of it. Additionally, there seems to have been no interaction between them for a month, now....which is what you're really upset about.

AND that she, yet again, even tho just a few hours drive/on the way to NC, didn't bother to meet his 'rents....

Errmmm....let's see....there's nothing wrong with factual criticism of anybody....but, the BB? Do in fact stalk his IG, leave pointless hate on other posts, send death threats, have freely admitted they exist, entirely to "destroy him" and their hate is obsessive, false and irrational.

Oh and hypocritical.....so, since they're like 12 billion times moar egregious, why are you kewl with them, but not me? And, again, please provide proof of anything....

Again, dude....no. Shit is shared with me in DMs. Now, do I find her assholishness to be entertaining? Obviously.....but I never "claimed to hate her", tho if I did, WTF is it to you, anyway?

And why so suddenly worried about what I do----and do you send the same the the BB for their obsession with Cole and myself?

I believe all that applies to yourself (for sending anon hate) and the rest of the BB, once again....plus, WTF is it to you and why are you here? It's untagged and nobody's forcing you. What's embarrassing is your obsession with ME

Pretty sure it's because you're legit THAT upset that

A) PP's relationship with her "nice family" continues to be increasingly strained

B) No Turkey Day Cabana Pee

PS Ummm.....nope. Nor did that person sound anything like me and I'm perfectly happy to claim credit for what I do....

KISSESSSSS!!!!

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summonhouse · 1 year

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im going to ramble abt art websites for a bit and its maybe going to be disjointed and potentially mean bc 1. i speak for myself im not here to convince anyone of anything so i dont care about sounding nice? and 2. im feeling a little offkilter lately BUT

these are no more good art websites and its a pain to see a new art website crop up every week and everyones like, thisll be the one guys! bc i dont think in this day and age its possible.

first; websites should not be profittable. ive been thinking abt this w like, twitter and tumblr and deviantart too where the problem is that people want to make more profit- they dont want to break even, theyre not trying to cover the cost of hosting and paying employees, they need an excess. it shouldnt be like this bc thats how we get the lower in quality, thats how we get this trying to appeal to third party money providers and not users and its always bad and more than that its just unnecessary. every art website that people love are the ones that remain stagnant because its reliable, people do not want continual updates to the ui of something they depend upon for posting and money. new experimental features esp on art websites are just.. useless unless theyre asked for and the garbage fed to us isnt what we asked for.

what makes a good art website? something you can post images, gifs, perhaps low quality videos on, have larger text posts for pinning and smaller text posts for status updates. id say an important feature is a gallery and featured page- profile customization is also important, at the very least have icons, text around a username, descriptions, and headers.

can you tell im thinking of deviantart? i think deviantart is the premium art website and i am so sad everyone left at eclipse- honestly not even that sad at eclipse. it was bad, it was broken, deviantart now has a fuck ton of little holes in it where pages just dont load right, ill get on the fucking new notification page and user profile later, but the way that, in the old days, it had huge spanning galleries, and it had “post type” search too! and it was annoying at the time, we hated this, trying to pick what kind of art your posts were, but it helped make searching for specific posts so much easier (now trying to find gifs on my old accs without it is impossible..). thumbs were good easy ways for ppl to spread content meant to be spread while immediately linking to the actual post- it stopped people from reposting art or using html linking the image itself without a hyperlink to take back to the post and credit, because the thumb was immediately easy to use and way easier than working around it. there was so much... community. like ok from 14-16 i was harassed hard fucking core by adults on deviantart because i was an annoying whiny kid that used dA as my support platform, because from 11-14 it really was! everyone was nice to me- my art was hot dog shit, but i dont think i EVER got a comment calling it bad. i got a LOT of comments telling me that it was good, and i really did believe that! being a preteen drawing dogs online and getting genuine support, often from other artists of my ilk but not uncommonly by artists who were immediately visually BETTER than me really really helped me get to where i am now- i never doubted myself because i was surrounded by people who were so happy to draw just like me, and people loved to see everyone elses work and characters- the joy for characters and stories is really what propelled popularity even when my art wasnt good enough to uphold this. i remember seeing a post a long time ago mentioning that like... sites like dA remained bc they werent just for visual artists which is a great point too- it hosted lurkers really well, artists were really friendly to people who commented on their stuff even if they didnt post anything, im p sure it did fairly well for people who wrote a lot of content, i know some people got popular just because they commissioned people a lot, not bc they drew anything but bc their characters and name got popular.

i miss the old dA notification page, it was SO GOOODDD the folders for where you could store old notifications, the way it was so perfectly set up to maintain a bunch of different notifications all categorized by type, the way that they took note to stop posts that were submitted in multiple groups from appearing again and again in your notifs, the birthday warnings, it was just.. so sweet! page customization too- it was just so fun finding cute little things to put on your page, and so versatile and useful too because you could get like, boundary or commission status or language stamps on there! and like, when i was 14 i had recoded my page a few times over myself, it got me interested in html coding! and now its all gone- for what? because the sleek look is modern, and modern things get more money from investors, and the platforms dont appeal to users anymore, they appeal to investors, because they want more money- they need more money. its a hole they dug for themselves, kind of- i feel like people down the line hosting THEM want more money and so it dominos.

i loved points too, ik people thought they were useless and the worth was hard for ppl to get but $1=100 points was SO GOOD like i know buying points w usd incures a fee and so ur not getting 2000 points if you spend $20 but trading between people for a lesser fee was SO FUN i got banned for doing this a few times LMAO but it really brings a community together. it encourages younger ppl without paypal to try and do commission artwork without breaking the law, and it wasnt as if points were WORTHLESS, because i know i traded usd for them!

and like, everyones like.. twitter is better. twitter is chock full of algorithm nonesense, theres ads between every post, video audio doesnt really work right (if you click on a video on mobile it just decides you will hear every video you pass now. which will be in between every normal post in the form of a fucking ad), images get compressed to hell and ive never heard any information as to how to avoid this, gifs turn into bad videos, you still cant post multiple gifs (i think youre supposed to but well it doesnt fucking work!), just fucking try and host pixel art on here, theres on way to say long form things to people easily- “use threads” real talk, as a user, if i see a thread i do not click it, its too much work if not offered to me. i am 1 person and i represent hundreds who see your tweets. if you scroll down onto any featured popular post you will see nsfw or violent bigotry. i used to report every bit of bigotry i saw and got fast reception, near immediate banning- since owner turn over, a post disparagingly saying faggot has not been responded to in the past 48 hours. the community is fucking insane and i cant blame them, its how twitter is built- there is no separation between official posts and casual posts, like on deviantart wher ethere was differences between journals and statuses- everything youd post as a status that would have gone under the radar is a big proper real post, every comment you make is a big real post as well, it forces a lot of passing commentary to the forefront of peoples attention which of course incurs drama. and ofc its an ALGORITHM BASED PLATFORM which means it REWARDS RECEPTION, inlcuding NEGATIVE- any of your posts that you intended to have as private and only for your 5 followers if it gets enough traction gets blown out of proportion and every single other user will see it only as the post itself, as a big number post which means its open for ridicule. i feel like it was host to more psyops than dA ever was? dA had a bunch of trolls but never any govt psyops like that drug minor one

anyways new art platforms dont work out bc they dont have enough people or draw- if you just are allowing people to post images and text posts, even if you have better page customization id just use twitter because despite its cons it has the major pro of, you know, having people using it- if you make a new art platform every week, theres no real point to pursue any of them, id just wait and see which one flourished- and because i dont participate, they dont get clicks, they dont continue to grow, and they ALL die. anyways moderation is impossible in the way people like- i know everyone wants to believe their niche discourse is clean cut and actually go to show deeper oppression but moderators on websites do not care- discourse is ever evolving and so heated that they cannot afford to throw out a guess and likely no one ever explains themselves, just say This ideology is something or other. and we all want it to be so simple that everyone has the Right opinion on pro/antiship, or fetishes, or terfisms, or mogai, but i promise no matter how easy it seems to you there are thousands who violently refuse and will make up their own buzzwords about how their side is right and the other is something or other. like aside from banning slurs or cruelty they really cannot do much and likely would not ban people who have a special word in their description that you and you alone recognize as a dogwhistle for x ideology. this is the problem i know a few art websites had where they had to say clearly what they would and wouldnt allow and NO ONE was happy. also to revisit that point on hosting a lot of people, an art website that is JUST an art website is like.. its not going to get community or that response i mention from other ppl. if i get on a website just to post art, why would i comment on anyone elses?

and like, dA i know it has like front page or new algorithm which spotlights a LOT of fetish content, but honestly like. you just have to accept that theres going to be fetish content, its an art website, if you want new unseen artists spotlighted you have to acccept that in the fallout of that theres going to be fetish content.

so uhmmm theres nowhere to go and nothing to do. get your asses back on dA eclipse was glitchy and sucked and showed dA didnt respect user opinion but it has not been that bad. its functional at the very least and its only ever dysfunctional because YOU all left. i cant get reception not bc dA is broken but because theres no one left to see it

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centernahas · 2 years

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selfcarecap · 3 years

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Dripping Candy [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: The first thing Peter does once he gets his own bank account, is purchase a subscription for your website. And he finds out his favourite pornstar (aka you aka Candy) is a fan of Spider-Man…

Camgirl!AU (I think at least… like doing smutty stuff in front of a camera, live, for money lol)What a better way to start the new year than with smut (in a bit of a crack fic)?

Warning: nipple piercings, porn, unhealthy relationship to porn/porn addiction?, but with the end it kind of changes, smut (mainly masturbation tbh), idk i wrote this a while ago

Word count: 4.2k

a/n: Protect sex workers!

-this is a repost of an old fic-

(gif not mine)

The first thing Peter does once he gets his own bank account, is purchase a subscription for your website.

You call yourself ‘Candy’ and for just 21$ a month, he gets to see all of your glory every single night, watches you play with your sweet pussy and tits (although if he’s honest even your face alone could make him cum).

It’s probably been a few months since he first saw that 60-second clip of you on Pornhub. It was a teaser for your website ‘go to candy.xxx for the full video’. Of course, the full video wasn’t for free and as hot as you were, Peter didn’t want to explain to May what he needed her credit card to buy something online for.

So he quickly made sure to get his own bank account where May wouldn’t see or have to approve of every single transaction and then he goes to your website.

And actually, in this day and age, you would think that there are so many people who will just screen-record and illegally post your videos somewhere. But in this day and age there also seems to be some kind of mechanism that prohibits anybody from posting anything with your face in - and Peter looked it up a lot before he could legally buy your subscription, face recognition programs and all, but to no avail.

Now that Peter has his own bank account though, he has no problem watching your videos, legally by the way, and he’s even glad to be paying you for it.

He just can’t get enough of you.

Enough of your pussy, enough of your body and how it moves with every time you twist or spread your legs further. Can’t get enough of your face and the way you moan and how you dirty-talk into the camera - he knows it’s stupid, but the latter makes him feels like you’re personally talking to him and he ignores the comments of hundreds of other people, for that half an hour a day, it’s just you and him.

Not that his ‘relationship’ and the way he sees you are alarming or anything, he’s just horny and you give him relief, even if not in real life. No problem as long as he’s single..

He’s really thankful for that ad that brought his attention to you all these months ago and he’s honestly excited to see you every night. That one-minute clip that had been enough to get him off for months, if not a whole year, he realises, seems to have been older.

Because as he watches you live, you look different in comparison to the video, positively of course.

Your hair is different, your face and especially your body had gotten even sexier and more perfect and your nipples are now pierced. Peter never really had a thing for nipple piercings, but on you they’ve become his new obsession.

It’s every night at 11pm that he gets his laptop and lotion out and watches you. It had been challenging at first, because your shows could last up to thirty minutes while Peter could cum every night even before you take off your lingerie, but the best parts are obviously when you’re naked.

It’s also then, thanks to you, that Peter discovers that he can cum three times in thirty minutes - maybe it’s because of his advanced anatomy after being bitten or maybe it’s just because you’re so unbelievably sexy.

Like every night he‘s a few minutes early for your show and he gets comfortable on his bed, you appear precisely at 11pm and the views are already going up.

When you start talking and saying hi to everyone and thank them for joining, Peter notices that your background is different (yes of course you are the main attraction but Peter notices details - he‘s been watching you in your room every night for months by now so yes he‘ll notice a difference).

“I have exciting news - as you may have noticed my background is different, that is because I‘m moving and half of my stuff is already packed. I had a few strong guys help me out and I might be able to convince them to do a show with me tomorrow before I fly to New York.“

Peter’s heart stops. When you started talking, he thought the news were that you might be doing a show with some guys - you‘re usually on your own - but you‘re moving to New York? The New York that Peter lives in? That New York?

“I‘ve always loved people from New York, I had a few friends at college from there.”

You went to college? Oops. Sometimes Peter forgets that you have a life outside of this.

Why are you doing this voluntarily if you have a college degree? Peter can’t know but it’s your own choice and Peter’s more than glad that you chose to do this.

“But now on to what you’ve all come to see.” You change your position and spread your legs to reveal that you’re wearing mostly see-through barely pink panties and Peter’s already getting hard.

But he can’t get the thought of you moving to New York out of his head. He knows he won’t ever meet you, he knows it won’t change the way that he only gets to watch you through a computer screen and has to pay for it. But you just said you love people from New York (which no one has ever said before but okay) and now you’re moving here?

Peter can’t help but feel a sense of pride that you chose his hometown to live in.

There’s so many comments that you probably won’t see his but you get closer to the screen a few seconds after he clicks ‘send’ and you eyes are fixed on the screen for a moment.

“Peter asks where in New York,” his heart flutters when you say his name and he gushes precum - how can someone have him wrapped around their little finger when he’s never even met you?, “I originally wanted to go to Queens, I know it’s not what people usually say. But the apartment I found in Brooklyn was nicer so, Brooklyn it is.” You wink into the camera and god.

First you say his name, now you’re talking about how his specific hometown is better than Brooklyn and then you winked - after answering his question and although you haven’t even started touching yourself Peter already came.

He cums another time, at the same time as you, and when you’re finished - lying in your bed with tired eyes and a slight sheen of sweat covering you, you have a small chat with the remaining subscribers.

The view numbers usually drop after you’ve cum, Peter assumes, just like him, most people are more than satisfied once you had your orgasm and then they click off. But not Peter, he’s interested in everything you say and do.

There’s significantly less comments coming in now and you even saw his comment earlier, when there were way more people, so he tries again.

You smile when you’re finished answering the previous question where someone asked about your recommendation for a sex toy for their girlfriend and your eyes wander across the display.

“Ooh, it’s Peter again and he says, can we say hi if we see you in public? You can definitely say hi, but I’m afraid that’s it. Gotta separate this from personal life. Sorry, babyboy.”

You smile again. Usually Peter thinks words like ‘babygirl’ or ‘babyboy’ are awful in a sexual or romantical context, but you calling him babyboy… It makes him feel like it’s only you and him in the world, like you’re speaking directly to him and he’s hard again.

Just from one word.

Peter’s often thought about how this might be toxic. It’s not like when normal people watch porn. He’s aware that, like you said, he has to separate porn - the only way he knows you - from personal life (although what you’re showing online is quite personal). But then you’re there and you’re so perfect and make him feel special so that he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop and he’s happy he can’t.

“You know what, there’s only thirty-one people left watching right now,” That’s 651$, Peter thinks and how he’s one of them paying but gladly so, “So for you guys, my most loyal followers, I wanna cum again and I want you to cum too.”

Peter’s already in his pyjama pants but he takes them off for you as you instruct him to. He starts stroking his cock, already hard, when he sees your ass in the air and your hand reaching into the drawer where you get all your toys out of.

“I haven’t used this before so I didn’t want to play with my pussy with it live for the first time, let’s just hope it’s good.”

You sit up, your thighs apart and you lean back slightly to attach a small pink silicone vibrator to your finger.

At the same time that you start rubbing it over your clit, Peter’s thumb travels over his tip and he imagines it was you doing it.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum, moaning out with that beautiful voice of yours, because you’re still so wet from your previous orgasm and Peter joins you with his high.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, I don’t know if the time will change after I move to New York because of time zones, but the video will be available for you to see for twenty-four hours after the livestream, as always.”

You’re just sitting there naked, upright and with your legs crossed and your shoulders back almost shyly but Peter still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl ever. He thanks the pornhub cookies and mechanism for recommending your video to him once more.

“I’ll be travelling for nearly a whole day when I move, so I might do a public show.”

Oh, Peter loves those. When you’re playing with yourself and there’s that constant thrill because you could get caught any moment, “And sometime next week I’ll be meeting up with a friend in New York and we’ll be doing a girl-on-girl show, because I know you love them as much as I do.” You do that sexy giggle of yours and you’re right. He’s not sure why but when you’re with another girl - no matter whether he finds her hot or not - and getting eaten out by her or your mouth between her legs, that always gets him to cum the hardest.

But his hard-to-beat favourite is still when you’re all alone in your pink and cozy-looking bedroom, fucking your tight little pussy that he can only imagine feels like heaven. When you do shows with men - not so much. He wants to be the one fucking you, not some random guy who won’t even show his face and doesn’t appreciate fucking you as much as Peter would.

You’ve moved into your apartment in New York and Peter spontaneously decides to comment and ask if you’re liking it in the city so far. He still hasn’t quite gotten over the fact that you even live in the same state as him.

“Yes, very much. Thank you for asking. I was visiting a friend in Queens the other day and I’m like ninety-nine percent sure I saw Spider-Man on my way home, so that was pretty cool.”

His heart stops momentarily. He’d been close enough to you so that you could see him? Fucking hell.

You laugh as you read another comment, “Yes, you could say I’m a fan. I know it’s not obvious in my live streams but I’m a sucker - colloquially and literally - for a good guy. One with a big heart who saves all these people, like Spider-Man for instance. And I know you guys don’t want to hear that, but that’s the type of guy I want to settle with one day. He has to be cool with me doing this though. I love all of you. Need a guy with a big heart but also with a big cock. Just like yours.”

And that’s how you transition to the sexy talk as your fingers start the journey on your body. Travelling from your sweet, perky nipples, all the way down down down and then to your already glistening pussy, spreading your lips.

But Peter can’t stop thinking about what you said. You basically made clear that you would settle for a guy like Spider-Man.

That’s him.

That’s Peter.

You’d settle for Peter.

But yet again he has to remind himself that this is all nothing more than watching you through a computer screen… right?

Then, the possibly best moment in Peter’s life occurs. He’s only ever had dreams about this.

Peter’s still out, three more hours until your show, but the sun is already going down and he sits high on a roof, looking out for any dangers - for example thieves.

And indeed, he does spot a thief - the thief of his heart (yes, Peter’s being dramatic). You.

You’re walking down the street and you’re even more breathtakingly gorgeous in real life - seriously, he has to catch a quick breath before he swings through the air and without thinking of what to even say to you.

It seems that Peter’s getting lucky these days because just as you turn around to face him, he sees the Google Maps app opened on your phone and he gets an idea.

“H-ey?” You greet him, confused and it takes him longer than it should to reply.

“Hi! You- you look lost. Do you need help?” Peter’s really glad he’s wearing a mask because he is drenched in sweat. He’s speaking to the prettiest woman alive. You’re not even a foot far from him and he can see you up close. The camera doesn’t do you justice.

“This sounds a bit stupid but I just moved here a few weeks ago and I kind of can’t find where I’m supposed to go, not even sure how far Brooklyn is right now?” You laugh at your own silliness but really are a bit embarrassed about not being able to find the place you live. But Peter takes what might be his only chance.

“I can bring you home! And on the way I can show you New York from above if you want?” Peter’s surprised at how confident he sounds, he’s the most nervous he’s been in his life - either way you also seem eager.

Showing you New York from above includes stopping on one of the highest roofs of the city and talking. He’s having an actual conversation with you - and you’re even better than he would have ever thought.

It’s not that he thought you wouldn’t be nice but watching someone pound their pussy doesn’t give much insight into your sense of humour or your kindness that he has discovered tonight.

If he’s honest he thought you might be intimidating in real life - just because you’re you. And you’re so absolutely perfect and no one else could come near to that.

But you’re one of the most down to earth and kind persons he’s ever met, open as well (not the kind of open he’s seen on your website) - open-minded and it’s so refreshing to talk to you and hear of your experience and opinions.

Peter feels comfortable around you (but also really fucking nervous).

And he feels like a school boy giggling at everything you say but he’s lucky his mask covers the blush on his face - although you’ve scooted so close to him he’s sure you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

You don’t exactly seem appalled by Peter either though, if he’s not completely stupid you seem to actually quite like him. You even seem to like him enough to ask,

“Can I take your mask off?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment.

“I would love to see if your personality matches your face? You’re quite cute, you know?” Peter doesn’t know why he hesitated - he’ll do anything you tell him to and he nods.

Your hands glide up his chest and his neck and he swallows until you find the opening to pull the mask off of his head entirely. Peter quickly runs a hand through his hair, aware it’s probably sticking up in all directions and looking crazy, especially with his shiny and red face but you only bite your lip in a way he’s only ever seen through a computer screen.

“And..?”

“Definitely cute… but I think saying you’re hot would do you more justice.” Peter flushes even more at your flirting and your hand rakes through his hair making his heartbeat speed up.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter.” Your arms snake around his neck as you tell him your name. Not Candy - your real name and it’s like a little symphony to him.

“So, Peter, do you wanna come to my apartment with me? Or are you not finished saving the citizens of New York?”

“Danger never sleeps - but for you I’ll make an exception.”

You bring out sides in Peter he didn’t know existed as he pushes you on to your bed. He’s not even paying attention to his surroundings - he’s always wanted to see what your set-up looks like behind the scenes. But when you whimper into his mouth he has better stuff to do than pay attention to the little decorations of your room.

Peter doesn’t stop until you’re both completely naked and already panting. You’re the most divine human being he’s ever seen and he finally understands that one Ariana Grande song that always used to be on the radio.

He could just look at you like this forever and then die happy. But you’ve got other plans.

You get off the bed and on your knees on your fluffy pink carpet, Peter following you to stand in front of you, his cock hard and leaking. “Wanna fuck my throat?”

You’re looking up at him, and you say it so nonchalantly he just says yes even when he wants to focus on your pleasure.

Your tongue darts out to lick a thick line from his balls to his tip, hand spreading his precum to lube him up. You give a few gentle sucks to the head before going all the way down on him, suppressing a gag.

Your eyes are still focused on his face, cheeks hollowed and his cock all the way in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat.

You pull away slightly when he doesn’t do anything “This okay?”

“Fuck, yes, won’t last long.” He mutters and then he’s pulling you up and throwing you on the mattress and once again he cannot believe his luck. You’re so fucking beautiful.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Show me what that tongue can do, babyboy.” You push his head further down between your legs after giving him a wet kiss.

He stops for a bit to wet your pierced nipples with his tongue and you gasp, his hand slides down your soft sides until they glide between your legs where he feels so much wet that he gets impatient and soon his face is right in front of your pussy.

And Peter gives it his all. He’s hardly ever been so eager to do something as much as he wants to make you cum right now.

He hopes it’s not wrong to be thinking of that right now, but from watching you every night, he knows how you move your own fingers or toys over your clit and how that one blonde friend of yours had made you cum with her tongue once and he mimics the movement as good as he can.

And he always thought your online name was Candy because your appearance is so cute and sweet (yes, even with an eight inch dildo inside of you) but now he gets the real meaning.

You taste nearly sweeter than life itself, like honey from mother nature.

And Peter gets so lost in you, swiping his tongue along your folds and then sucking on your clit when you tug at his hair, accidentally letting out a groan and then you tug harder.

He can’t decide whether to look at your face contorting in pleasure while you stare directly into his eyes every time he looks or, to look at your beautiful, wet pussy so he actually knows what he’s doing.

You cum and your eyes screw shut and he swears not even all of your live shows combined could ever live up to this moment of feeling you convulse on his tongue, and it’s one of the proudest moments of his life.

“Need you inside of me.” You whine and he positions himself immediately, you sling your ankle over his shoulder when he leans in for your tongues to tangle.

You shriek when you feel his cock just above your clit, quickly grabbing a condom from your nightstand and sliding it over Peter’s cock.

“Okay?” He asks a final time, his cock resting on your clit now.

“Yes, fucking- please!”

He eases into you, your eyes closing slightly but still staring into Peter’s until he bottoms out. And he doesn’t even move because you’re still looking at him, it feels intimate and he doesn’t want the moment to end.

It only gets better when you’re squeezing his cock prompting him to finally move. He pulls out and his hips snap back into your warm, wet and tight pussy and he can’t hold back

“Fuck you’re so tight I-,” he catches his breath as he hovers over you, a layer of sweat over his face after he cums, “Sorry - give me a few seconds and I can go again.”

Much to his relief (and him further falling for you) you only giggle and quickly swap the condom for a new one while he recovers but he doesn’t fail to press kisses to your thighs.

“Don’t worry.” You kiss his neck and make him lie back, straddling his hips.

You connect your lips with his in a heated and needy kiss, you find his hands and try to pin them above his head forgetting his strength - Spider-Man and all, you nearly forgot. But he senses what you want to do and lays his arms next to his head, though he’s longing to touch your heavenly body.

You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage and sink down on him, both gasping at the sensation.

This time your hand sneaks down to your clit, automatically rubbing it as you start moving up and down and just at the sight of Peter you’re already close. You don’t know what it is about him but he’s got you entranced.

You collapse on top of him after you cum at the same time, you’re glowing with the aftershocks and Peter’s arms wrap around you.

Peter’s back home. Watching your show.

You wave at the camera, freshly showered and with more glow that you usually don’t have until the end of the show - thanks to him and you’re smiling, simple black lace on.

He can’t concentrate on what you’re saying, focused on a spot on the back of your thigh where he’d given you a hickey earlier. Your hand is consciously holding your thigh covering it but your grip falters as you hike your leg up and grab a spit-lubed pink dildo.

He might be imagining things but when you start teasing your clit and finally pushing inside of you, he thinks he hears you whisper “This is for you, Peter.”

Most likely imagined it, he has to.

As it is so often with you, he cums just at those words long before your own orgasm (which he shares with you, too).

It’s as if you’re in a hurry today - usually your live stream is half an hour, today you’re done after 18 minutes.

Peter’s about to close the website when he spots an icon on the screen that he’s never seen before;

Private message?

Candy to you:

I like to separate my online presence, followers and this whole website from my real and personal life

But if you feel the same about me - I might be able to make an exception for you

His heart is racing. Of course he feels the same.

He’s about to reply when there’s another symbol.

Incoming video call from Candy…

-> part 2

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x y/n #spiderman x you #spiderman x reader #spiderman smut #peter parker #fem!reader #selfcarecap

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abimess · 2 years

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About Christmas and meeting the family

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Masterlist | Library Blog

Summary: This Christmas, you meet your girlfriend's family for the first time.

Warnings: none

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 1.491

Okay, sorry this is late, but today I went to see No Way Home!!!!! Urgh, it was so good!!! For those of you who have seen it, what did you think?! I can't wait to talk about it and to watch it again lol haha anyway, enjoy!

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You are freaking out. Actually, freaking out is an understatement.

"You need to breathe, man, you look like you're on the verge of having a heart attack." Your roommate and best friend, Kate, scoffs when she sees you trying on the fifth outfit, and you huff. "What if it all goes wrong?"

After about nine months of dating, Wanda invited you to spend Christmas with her and her family because both her father and brother would be in town and she wanted you to meet them.

You knew it was a doubly important step; first, you would spend one of the most important holidays together, and second, you would meet her family.

So, again, you are freaking out.

"It won't." She assures, her shoulder resting against the door frame, and you turn to face her. "How can you know?"

"Because I know everything." She says playfully, making her way over to you and placing her hands on your shoulders. "Do you love her?"

"Of course." You confirm without hesitation, a smile making its way instantly to your lips, and you're sure you look like an idiot because Kate gives you an amused smile.

"Does she love you?" she asks next, and you shrug. "I mean, I hope so-"

"She does, you asshole!" She interrupts, slapping you on the head, and you let out a laugh. "And that's all that matters."

"Are you sure?" You ask, still uncertain, and she smiles tenderly to reassure you. "Of course."

"But if everything goes wrong, you can always date someone else." She adds as you turn to look at your reflection in the mirror and you laugh through your nose. "Shut up."

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You knock on the door a few minutes before your scheduled time and are greeted by two smiling ten-year-old boys.

"Y/n!" Billy and Tommy say excitedly and you giggle as they look back. "Mommy, Y/n is here!"

"Hi, boys!" You greet, stooping down to be their height and pulling two gift packages from behind your back. "I have something for you."

"Cool!" The two of them comment excitedly, looking eagerly at the video games in their hands and you giggle at the adorable scene. "Thanks, Y/n."

The two approach you for a hug, and you see Wanda moving closer as you reciprocate.

"Hi, love!" She greets you happily as you stand up, and you waste no time hugging her as well. "How are you?"

"Nervous." You admit with a shy chuckle and receive a fond smile in response. "Relax, you're gonna do just fine." She assures you before kissing you, and you smile against her lips before she pulls away.

"I'm feeling better already." You comment softly and receive a shy chuckle in response. "You look beautiful."

"You too." She replies sweetly before pulling you inside and you feel your stomach sink as you see an older figure approaching you.

"You must be Y/n Y/l/n." The older man says, looking you up and down as he extends his hand, and you smile as you shake it. "Hello, Mr. Lehnsherr, it's a pleasure to meet you. Wanda has told me amazing things about you."

"If she talked about us as much as she does about you, it must have been annoying." A third voice makes itself heard and you see a man with an amused expression joining you.

"I'm Pietro." He greets you, offering his hand to you just as his father had just done and you repeat the greeting shyly.

You wonder if Wanda's family can tell that your legs are shaking at an abnormal frequency, or that your heart is about to burst out of your mouth and run back home.

Well, if they can tell, none of them let it show, and you go on to a pleasant evening.

Tommy and Billy ask to play the games you bought for them, and you and Pietro chat a bit while watching the boys playing on the TV in the living room.

Pietro is a nice and funny guy. Unlike his sister, he is very loud and exaggerated, but you like him anyway. From the way he treats you, you think he likes you too.

Afterward, you offer to help Wanda with dinner, but the redhead declines with a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you have red cheeks as you sit at the dining room table with Erik.

Wanda's father loves to talk about his past, and you do your best to follow what he says, even if he sometimes lets out a few expressions in a language you don't understand.

You try to be as polite as you can, speaking as little as possible so as not to make a fool of yourself. This last one doesn't work very well, as the older man keeps asking questions about your life.

Wanda scolds him about the interrogation, but you give a dismissive laugh, saying that it is more than understandable that her father wants to get to know better the person who is dating his daughter. Erik seems to like that.

The dinner is wonderful and no one wastes any time in complimenting the redhead's divine cooking.

You all talk a little more during dinner and afterward, and you feel that you are loosening up a bit. Maybe it's because Wanda's hand intertwined with yours under the table is calming you down as it always does.

Not long afterward Pietro says he has to leave, since the drive to the hotel is long, and Erik retreats to the guest room as well.

After the adults have left, you notice Tommy and Billy sleeping on the couch in the living room. You and Wanda smile fondly at the scene, and while the redhead sorts things out on the dining table, you carry the two boys to bed.

Back in the kitchen, you begin to wash the dishes. Wanda complains about guests not being expected to do chores and laughs when you complain about her still considering you a guest after all this time.

"I feel like I didn't give you much attention tonight." She comments as she puts away some pans in the cabinet, and you grimace dismissively. "That's not true you were busy hosting dinner. It's alright."

"Thank you for staying and helping me." She says as you both finish your chores in the kitchen, and you wipe your hands on the dishcloth before approaching her. "It's not for free, you know."

"Oh no?" She asks amusedly as she wraps her arms around your neck, and you deny with your head as you wrap yours around her waist.

"And what's the price for your services, helper?" She asks suggestively, her fingertips caressing the back of your neck and you smirk as you answer, "let me show you."

You take her into the living room then and turn on some music at a low volume so as not to disturb Erik or the boys.

Wanda laughs softly as you offer your hand to her, inviting her to dance, but soon accepts.

You sway back and forth in the center of the room, her body pressed against yours as your cheeks rest together. You smile at her scent invading your nostrils, and Wanda smiles at the warmth of your body relaxing her tired muscles.

"You know," you begin at one point, your hand caressing her lower back while the other holds her hand gently, "I was really nervous for today."

"Oh, I know." The redhead replies with amusement, making you laugh softly.

"Yeah... But spending the holiday with you, with your family, only reinforced how much I love you and how much I want to spend my life with you." You tell, and Wanda pulls her face away from yours just enough to look at you. When her gaze meets your tender one, she smiles.

"I know we haven't talked about it yet, but..." You pause, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips and, as Wanda looks at you expectantly, you take a deep breath. "I don't know if you want to get married again or not. But if you do, I would love to spend next Christmas with rings on our fingers."

In response, you receive a bite of the lip in an attempt to contain a huge smile, Wanda nodding as she says, "I'd really like that too."

"You would?" You ask in relative surprise. Wanda hums in confirmation and smiles broadly when you let out a happy giggle in response.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." You let her know and Wanda lets out a happy giggle of her own before resting her head on your shoulder, her body even more snuggled into yours than before.

And as you dance together, you can't wait for next Christmas.

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#Day 17: A welcomed change of plans (Jane Banner x Reader)

And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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babycharmander · 3 years

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If you think you have never stolen artwork, read this post.

So, art theft. If you've been a follower of mine, you've heard my barely-coherent rants about this before, but I thought it might be more productive to make a more coherent post on the subject.

If you're wondering about the title of the post here, it's because I feel like a lot of people aren't really grasping what exactly art theft is, and a LOT of people, even well-meaning ones, do it without even realizing it.

"But wait," you say. "I would never STEAL from an artist!! I never claim it as my own!" And that's all fine and good, but you're missing something here.

To start things off, what IS art theft? (It's not what deviantART said it was several years back, I'll tell you that much. *cough*)

We all know what art is, so let's talk about theft. Dictionary.com defines "theft" as "the act of stealing; the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods or property of another; larceny." Okay, makes sense, but what about that other word there, stealing? Dictionary.com defines "steal" as "to take (the property of another or others) without permission or right, especially secretly or by force."

From those definitions, we can go on to define art theft as, specifically, "taking art without permission or right." In the context of art, that typically involves reposting it (not reblogging--reblogging is different) or using it for other things.

And there, my friends, is the issue.

If something is taken or used without permission, it is stolen. Permission is the important thing here--if an artist says "oh yeah, you can go ahead and use this!" then it's not stolen. You have their permission. But if you DON'T have that, then it IS stolen. It IS theft.

"But I'm not claiming it as my own!" you say. But you don't have to claim it as your own--the act of taking it in and of itself is an act of theft.

"But I said 'credit to the artist!'" The "credit" thing is a whole other conversation, but here's the short of it: The entire point of credit is to direct people to the source of something. If you are not directly linking to where you got the art from, you are not giving credit. "Credit to the artist" is not actually credit of any kind whatsoever. (Also, Google and Pinterest are not sources.)

"But I DID link back to the artist!" Okay, now this is where it may get confusing, because you may think you're covered because you actually did give credit. Here's the problem: if you reposted it or used it without permission, regardless of whether you gave credit or not, it's still stealing.

I'm bolding this because it's a point that a lot of people get tripped up on. Let me explain it this way: If you went into your neighbor's house and took something of theirs without their permission, but you told people "oh yeah, I got this from [neighbor]'s house!" that that would still, of course, be stealing, and it's no different for art.

Another thing is that even when you credit, people don't always check the source. Very recently I found a case where someone had reposted a piece of artwork of mine to Pinterest that was deliberately made to look like it came from the source material (it wasn't meant to confuse anyone, though--the description of my original post made it very clear that it was fanart). The person who reposted had linked back to my original post. The problem? The comments had people asking if this was official, where it happened in the source material, etc. Despite the fact that the source was right there, no one thought to look at it.

Even if you link back to the source, if you did it without the artist's permission, it's still stealing, and still causes problems for us artists.

"But I just posted it to my Pinterest--" DO NOT DO THIS. DO NOT POST AN ARTIST'S WORK TO PINTEREST IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THEIR EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO DO SO.

"But this artist friend of mine says they're okay if I post their work to my Pinterest so long as I link back to them!" Good for your friend! But the fact that your friend is okay with it doesn't mean that all artists are okay with it. For me, personally, I am very not okay with my work being posted to Pinterest, and say as much on my art blog description and posts (which people tend to ignore).

The problem with Pinterest--and reposting art in general--is that we artists don't know when it happens unless we're told, or unless we find it ourselves. It causes us to lose control of our art. And because of this, our art can spiral further out of our control, because when our works get posted to Pinterest or other similar websites, people who have no grasp whatsoever on how art works will just take it as "free art" and then use it for whatever they want.

That's how a piece I spent 20+ hours on was used as a poster for a paid event, without my permission, and without any payment or credit to me.

If an artist has said nothing about Pinterest (or other similar image sharing sites), your default should be to assume that they don't want their artwork posted there.

"Well I didn't repost someone's art, but I did use it for my avatar/RPing icon/video/fic cover/photo edit--" That's still stealing. If you're using it without their permission for any reason, that is stealing. Not to mention, the artist may not be cool with what you're using their art for anyway. (Looking at you, people who use platonic art in your shipping videos.)

“I MEANT to ask them for permission, but I forgot!” This can ONLY happen if you used the artwork BEFORE you asked for permission. You can resolve this by asking for permission BEFORE you use it, rather than assuming the answer will be “yes” and using it before asking.

"But it took me a really long time to make that icon/video/cover/edit!!" How long do you think it took the original artist to draw their piece? It doesn't matter how much work you put into modifying someone else's art--if you're doing it without their permission, you're still stealing.

"But I couldn't find the original artist! I tried to find them, I really did, but I couldn't. Is it okay to use their art then?" No, because you still don't have permission, and by reposting it anyway, you’re continuing to make the artwork spiral out of their control.

"What if I found the artist, but they speak a different language from mine? I can't ask them for permission, so is it okay if I repost their art anyway?" NO!! DO NOT DO THIS!! If there is a language barrier, use Google translate or find someone to translate for you and get a hold of the artist that way to ask them for their permission. The language barrier is NEVER an excuse to steal artwork. There are plenty of non-English-speaking artists who have taken ALL OF THEIR ARTWORK OFFLINE because the art theft was completely out of control. (And this isn't just exclusive to English-speakers stealing art from people who don't speak their language. It happens artists who don't speak English stealing art from English-speakers, too, but as this post is written in English it doesn't do much good for me to rant about this here.) If you can’t ask their permission, do not use it!!

"But what about reblogging?! Isn't that the same as reposting?? Should we not reblog art at all then?" No, reblogging (or retweeting) is not the same as reposting. If you reblog art, you keep all the information that we attached to the art, including our blog name and the description attached to the art. Reblogging/retweeting actually helps us artists A LOT, so as long as you're reblogging from the original artist (and not someone who's reposting their art), by all means, reblog our art!

"What if I just want to share someone else's artwork on Discord or show it to a friend?" This one's a bit different and is not actually as problematic. If you want to share our work on Discord or whatever, just link directly to where we posted it. Please don't post the art itself, unless you're doing it alongside a link because Discord won't show a preview or something.

"What about a forum or a site like Reddit?" This one's a bit different, since due to the way Reddit functions, if you LINK to the art, you have to go directly to the artist's original page to view it. (At least, that’s what it’s like the last time I was active there.) In a way it's roughly the same as with Discord--be sure you're linking directly to the actual post rather than just uploading the art on its own--but I would also ask the artist if they're okay with it, because they may be a member of the subreddit or forum and want to post it themselves, or they might not want their work shared to specific communities. (Some communities have a function where a bot will repost the artwork to Imgur, and some artists don't want that done with their art.)

"What if I'm saving it to my computer/phone to look at later, or making it into my desktop/phone wallpaper?" IMO this is fine, since your computer/phone files aren't public, and neither is your wallpaper. It's only a problem when you post it to public places without our permission.

"What if it's art I commissioned?" Well... like... in that case, it's art you paid for, so unless the artist you commissioned laid out very specific terms for you, you should be good to use that art. Like, at most, the artist may ask you to credit them somewhere in your blog description if they drew your icon or something, or credit them in a fic description if you commissioned a fic illustration from them, or something to that effect. It's really something you should have already worked out with the artist beforehand, but for the most part you should probably be fine to use art you paid for however you like.

"What about art I requested?" This is a bit different from commissioned work. Just because the art was drawn at your request doesn't mean it's explicitly yours (unless it's like, a drawing of your original character or something). Some artists take requests more as suggestions, so the art they draw in response to a suggestion or request is still theirs. Treat this as you would any other artwork and ask the artist for permission first before you do anything with the artwork you requested from them.

“What about NFTs?” ... Okay this one I can’t really go over too much because I barely understand it in the first place, but NFTs are BAD for artists and are a form of art theft. Do not turn people’s art into NFTs. This is a crappy thing to do. (If you want more information on this one, you’ll have to look it up yourself. It’s a form of cryptocurrency and it’s confusing.)

“If you don’t want your art stolen you shouldn’t post it in the first place.” This is fascinating logic. Try applying it to something else and see how it holds up. “If you don’t want your merchandise stolen, you shouldn’t open a booth.” “If you don’t want to get poisoned you shouldn’t eat food.” “If you don’t want to get punched in the face, don’t walk outside.” Yes. Flawless logic. Truly.

"Why do you care so much, anyway?! I'm sharing your art because I like it! That's a compliment! Shouldn't you be happy?" Well, we're certainly glad you like our art, but the problem is... as I've said before, reposting our art causes us to lose our control over it. When we lose control of our art, that damages our livelihood. As I said before, other people have made money off of my artwork. As well, some artists lose jobs because when their potential employers check out their portfolio, they may find artwork that's been reposted everywhere online, so they cannot hire the artist because they believe they may have stolen the artwork in their own portfolio.

Your reposting an image you thought was cute to Facebook or Pinterest could cost an artist their job. Think about that.

So, tl;dr, keep this in mind: you need the artist's permission to repost or use their artwork. If you do not have it, it is stealing, even if you credit the artist.

I know this post is really harsh in places, but this is such an important thing for all artists, and there's so many misconceptions about art theft online. And I feel like one of the biggest problems is that when some people see posts on art theft, they ignore them, because they think they've never done it or would never do it, so that's why I worded this post the way I did. I'm not trying to hurt anyone--I just want people to understand what art theft is, how it affects us artists, and how you can avoid it. Thank you for reading.

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