#ask things lol

[jadedrrose]

Hey, about the virgin Law, what if they were like usual Law but when doing their s/o ask them to do sex for the first time, Law were like asking multiple times if it's okay when doing intercourse and was soo different than his usual demeanour. Like, idk, Law with usual demeanour is so much different when they were in sex. Maybe because Law is a virgin or he just a shy boi?

Given his background as a doctor, he’s certainly the type to understand how human bodies work inside and out. So he absolutely would be asking his s/o if they’re okay. Especially with how he’s new to this, he needs reassurance too.

Laid back on the plush pillows of Law’s bed, you stared up at him with a sweet smile, one that brought him immense comfort. Only- the circumstances were entirely different, this time.

For weeks now, he’d been trying to subtly hint at the fact that he was ready; ready for you to take his virginity. Law was incredibly shy when it came to intimacy, however, and so you didn’t really catch on at first.

He’d tried being a bit more physically romantic with you. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on yours after kissing it. Or initiating more deep, passionate kisses. Locking your lips with his wasn’t out of the ordinary, but alas hadn’t really tried using his tongue with you. Deepening the kiss into a full make out was difficult for him, but with the couple weeks that passed, he’d gotten the hang of it.

When that didn’t work, he tried talking to you. After dinner with the crew, lingering behind when he usually went straight back to work. You’d wait until everyone else had left to ask him what was up, and each time, Law’s ears would turn red. He’d stammer a ton, “um… I just wanted to see if you, um, wanted to go to my- our room and…”

You had waited with a patient smile, but Law could never find the courage to get the words he really meant out. “-and um… cuddle.”

But tonight he finally was able to make you understand. He’d been so nervous the entire day that you figured out that he was trying to communicate something; but was too shy. It took some encouraging, and Law finally opened up.

“Y/n, I’ve been thinking about it a lot, recently… I, um. I want to- uh, go even further with our relationship.”

At first you were surprised, thinking Law meant marriage. But that wasn’t it.

“I want you to take my virginity,” he finally muttered, voice quiet and shaky.

So, now here you were. You’d undressed down to your panties first and laid back onto the bed, watching Law, amused, as his face was brighter than a tomato and he struggled to even get his hoodie off. He was on his knees in front of you, chest heaving as he simply couldn’t look away from your breasts, distracting him from undoing his belt.

You giggled and reached forward, helping Law escape his jeans. The obvious bulge that he poorly hid caused you to lustfully gaze into his gray eyes.

Finally, you were both ready. Law had carefully pulled your panties off, afraid of somehow hurting you. You simply watched as he freed his cock, biting your lip before swiping your tongue out to lick them.

Law’s hands trembled as he placed one onto your hips, the other holding his member as he tried lining himself up with your cunt. As he slid inside, he gasped and whined, eyebrows tightly knit as he bit onto his own lip. When he finally bottomed out, you took his hand in yours. “Are you alright?” He asked, almost sounding terrified.

Your face did seem a bit uncomfortable, but you shook it off with a smile. “You’re, um, a bit big… but I’m fine,” you managed to say through heavy breaths.

So Law slowly tried thrusting in and out, stopping to ask if you were okay every ten seconds. After you’d said “Law, you could be shoving me into the bed while slamming into me and I’d be fine,” he finally picked up his pace ever so slightly, but then he began to act shy again.

“A-am I doing good?” Was the next repetitive question, and each time you would answer with “you’re perfect, Law.”

It took a bit more reassurance, but Law got the hang of things as he was a quick learner. He’d switched to holding you in his arms as you raised your legs up to wrap around his waist. Hearing your sweet moans and cries of how amazing he felt helped him gain confidence, and with a deep kiss that swallowed your moans, he went in even harder and deeper.

And of course, afterwards, he’d be asking things constantly; “are you okay?”, “does it hurt anywhere?” “can I clean you up?”.

His nature as a doctor simply made him the best at aftercare, unsurprisingly.

#I hope this lines up with what you were thinking? #I got lost in thought and just kept typing lol #law #ask things lol #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #law thoughts nsft #law x g/n reader #law x afab reader #virgin law hcs

[jadedxhearts]

your body swap fic is a fun read! law is such a huffy boy lmao

I’m late to replying to this (haven’t been on tumblr a lot lately lol) but thank you!!!! I was worried about it not being very good since it’s nearly 2 years old but it seems like everybody is still enjoying it! So I’m glad to hear this <3

#ask things lol

[inkskinned]

so while i was writing the book, i became violently suicidal.

this was mostly due to the fact that i had a very bad reaction to some meds and my brain stopped producing any serotonin. also i was in the last semester of grad school where it's actually illegal to feel anything but dread. so it wasn't going well.

somewhere in the fog of it i became aware i needed help. nobody was taking clients or my insurance. i didn't want to do inpatient care - it wasn't right for my needs. there's not really an "in between" stage between "inpatient" and "no care," but i was trying to do the right thing. i was trying to activate the chain of command that was my emergency plan. i knew i needed help now.

i used betterhelp.

i know, i know. i'm a straight-A student and so smart and so clever, how could i ever use something so blatantly bad. to be honest with you, i didn't feel particularly keen on it from the getgo - things that seem too good to be true usually are. also, if something online is free, the price is usually your privacy.

the thing is that there was kind of a global pandemic happening at the time and i worked 5 jobs alongside of being a fulltime student and also like writing a book on the side. it is a miracle that i even thought about getting help. i would love to tell you i had the mental wherewithal to like, process whether this was the right choice for me. mostly i was desperate. i was so suicidal that i was trying to find a reason to stay inside of fortune cookies. i was the kind of suicidal that looks like splatterpaint. i hadn't been that bad in an entire decade.

they took my data. i gave them it freely. somewhere out there, they have a dossier on me. on everything i survived. my story in little datapoints, scattergraphed beautifully.

the first woman told me that really i should be grateful, because (and this is a direct quote): "at least you're not anne frank." i said that i felt that statement was antisemitic, as anne frank's life and experience shouldn't be compared to like, a nonbinary lesbian in western massachusetts. the therapist said that i should try to use lucid dreaming to try to picture myself in an actually scary situation, like running from nazis.

i applied for another therapist. i was willing to accept the possibility that there was a bad apple in the bunch. the next therapist and i even laughed about how inappropriate that statement was. and then, in our next session: the new therapist said if i was struggling with body image issues, i should just work harder on my appearance. she spent 3 sessions in a row talking about how she was grieving, and made me memorize facts about her grandmother so "she can live on through my clients."

i am a three's-a-charm kind of person. okay, so what if the last person made me uncomfortable. i figured it was just a misunderstanding of priorities - she had felt she was sharing with me, i had felt like i had to take care of her. i applied for another therapist.

the last woman asked me to help her pray. she bowed her head. i stared at her, frozen, while she said: lord, i beg you: cure her. take the pain of being gay away from her.

i spent somewhere between 2.5 and 3 months on betterhelp. in that whole time, i was not getting the professional help i so desperately needed, even though i was fucking trying.

in the end, i survived this because i finally could get off the meds that were literally killing me. a request for a real therapist finally went through. i survived because my friends saved my life. because nick let me sob myself dry in his arms. because maddie took the razors out of my room when i asked them to. because grace slept over in my bed for like 3 weeks in a row since nobody trusted me not to hurt myself when i was alone. i survived because i got fucking lucky. because even when i was desperately suicidal, i was too old and too self-aware to take "you need to be prettier" as good advice.

the thing is that there's a 19 year old me who isn't like that. who would have heard "just think about how grateful you should be" and said - oh, i see. i would have assumed that is what it means to be in therapy: the same thing my abusers used to tell me. that i am just pretending and lazy. that i am ugly and unworthy.

betterhelp positioned itself to take advantage of an incredibly vulnerable community. it preys on desperation. it knows it is serving people who are not doing well mentally. it saw that there is a huge need for real, immediate, compassionate mental health care: and then it fucking takes your money and privacy.

i still get their ads on instagram. last night i watched as a woman in a pool pretends to talk to a different woman. they discuss her anxiety.

there's a 19 year old version of me, and she didn't survive this. she was too tired, and drowning. i almost fucking died. this thing almost fucking killed me.

in the ad, the woman playing the therapist takes a note on a clipboard and then nods once, sagely.

i have to admit it's a pretty scene. the steam and light coming off the pool water lands on the actresses. like this, it almost looks baptismal, holy.

#writeblr #the book.... #coming soon #hey so if ur someone who has ever said “you need to write a book” #i wrote the book #it's ... probably the best thing ive ever written #this is maybe too honest lol #okay to reblog thank you for asking i love u i am in love with u our wedding will be in may

[mobius-m-mobius]

Mobius + being the only one to notice

#mobius #loki #lokius #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #loki spoilers #owen wilson #tom hiddleston #the INSTANT 'you okay?' from mobius when loki timeslipped back the very first time 😭😭 #he saw he noticed he asks he CARES #the only one who does #literally became his glorious purpose and now it's the only thing in this world he can't do oh i'm DISTRAUGHT #(and also working 'what the shit are you doing' into my life as an essential but that's beside the point) #anyway. back to giffing and crying lol #loki s2 spoilers #marvel #owenwilsonedit #dianagifs

[desolationlesbian]

I am never inclined to make fun of tumblr's cheesy attempts to make money and generally support them even if you consider them cringe. Websites need money to operate and tumblr needs to find a way to make money consistently or it will cease to exist. I do not want tumblr to cease to exist, and the most common alternative method of making money is to collect and sell all of our personal data, which I do not want either. Websites that can support themselves via people willing to spend $25 bucks to commit to a bit is a sign of a brighter and more sustainable version of the internet.

#people are so weirdly averse to the idea of tumblr making money lol #like...websites need money to pay for things. your blog costs money to host and operate #the version of the world u want--where everything is perfectly free always but also never takes your data or asks anything of you #does not and cannot exist unless it's run on donations or something #and if tumblr tried to ask for donations you would eat them alive #so let them sell crabs and blue checks. this is the better universe. i promise

[sensitiveheartless]

(The rest is under the readmore!)

(Next part) ->

#breaking news: local man is confronted with the fact that if he uses dumb contests as an excuse to avoid emotional vulnerability — #then his partner is going to do the exact same thing lol #also covid update: I had a bit of a relapse and have been completely stuck in bed again the last couple days #am still definitely doing better than before but remain very very fatigued #apparently changing my bedsheets was a little much for me lol #anyway thank you to the people who have sent in asks the last couple days!! I am very excited to get to them #I just had to get this self indulgent comic out of my system first lololol #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #skk #bungou stray dogs #my art

[creekfiend]

While I'm talking about social stuff I had to learn as an autistic person

There's a LOT of social interactions between human beings whose purpose really boils down to being like that thing dogs do where they go "omg YOU'RE a dog??? I'M a dog!!!!!" And that's not a bad thing. Highly ritualized "meaningless" displays of human connection like friendly greetings and talking about things like weather actually do serve a purpose which is like idk ritualized displays birds do. YOU'RE a human? Omg I'M a human!!!! Wow!!!

And they don't have to be your favorite flavor of interaction. You can even think they're silly. But they DO serve a purpose or else they wouldn't be a thing.

#'why do people ask how you are if they dont want to know' its a ritual display. a lot of things are ritual displays #this helps ME a lot bc in other animals i think ritual greeting displays are cute #so i can just port in that emotion when i frame human greeting displays like that lol

[buggachat]

(random s5 finale musings) tbh I don't think Marinette chose to keep The Secrets™ from Adrien because Gabriel asked her to. I feel like Marinette keeping secrets like that is so consistent with her character; she hates giving people bad news, she hates rocking the boat, she hates upsetting people, she always chooses to keep any 'controversial' information to herself for as long as she can get away with (examples: bubbler scarf, telling Queen Bee she was benched, confessing to Adrien, warning Chat Noir about Scarabella or Rena Furtive, never told Chat Noir about Chat Blanc, etc) that I just totally believe she would've done it either way. She was even already having nightmares about Adrien hating her for finding out she defeated his father, so I feel like Gabriel's request was moreso giving her a go-ahead than it was a primary deciding factor, yknow?

#ml s5 spoilers #tbh half the time when thinking about it I forget that gabriel asked her to do it at all #because it just feels like such a Marinette™ thing to do to me lol #to be fair maybe I'm downplaying it? I do think Gabriel's plea struck some emotional chord with her too and helped push her that direction #but again I. totally believe she'd do it either way #and I do strongly believe that her decision is moreso ''I don't want to hurt Adrien'' than it is ''I want to honor Gabriel's final wish'' #she loves to avoid verbal/emotional problems and hoooo boy idk a worse verbal/emotion problem than #telling your boyfriend that his entire life is a lie and that he's not entirely human and that he was abused and controlled and puppeteered #all his life and also that his father was a terrorist and that she saw his mom's corpse in the basement #I mean. I don't think I'd have the emotional maturity to break that to someone either and I'm not.... FOURTEEN.... LOL

[capydoodle]

hi... long time no post

#sorry guys things keep happening to me #if anyone has suggestions for future posts pls send me asks! #it's probably obvious but i've run out of ideas lol #art #digital art #illustration #capydoodle #capybara #capybaras #animals

[jadedrrose]

With how you write Law I bet cockwarming would be something fun to do to him. Like just perched on his lap and wait if he has been working too long. I don't think it would take long for him to cave.

Get a little whiney about it too right before he caves. Especially if you just clench the muscles at random.

This ask is old and I forgot abt it until now and now I’m gonna talk abt it lol.

It somehow just lines up with his personality?? Like I can’t explain exactly why, but he’d be super into it. He’d looove just sitting at his desk, still fully clothed with only the front of his jeans undone, while you’re wearing nothing, sitting in his lap and so full of him. It barely even distracts him at first, but in the back of his mind he’s very amused at how hard you’re trying to not fuck yourself.

But as you start to unintentionally clench around his cock, he starts to lose that focus. You can see it in the way his hand starts shaking and he can’t write as well as before.

And he can’t say no to your sweet, begging voice; “Law, please… mmh- please fuck me.”

So he finally forgets about his work, lifting you in his lap to push you onto the desk, not allowing your hips to slide off of his at all. Your cunt flutters around him, clenching as if it’s trying to milk his cock. You’re a moaning, shaking mess when he finally starts thrusting into you…

#law #ask things lol #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #law thoughts #law thoughts nsft #law x female reader

[jadedxhearts]

do you think Law is a munch🤭

(What does munch mean? I’m really bad with slang 😭 sorry)

#ask things lol

[inkskinned]

crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.

i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.

in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.

i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.

i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.

plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.

the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.

we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.

i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.

a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.

today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.

loved beyond thinking.

#spilled ink #writeblr #personal #please don't ask me to talk on my experience on the spectrum lol. i hate how ppl talk to me about it #i really try not to write so specifically about it #bc inevitably someone talks to me like im a child #i think this is the first time i've ever openly identified with it but i've been hinting for years #i might delete this. feels big. #the thing is that being on the spectrum actually IS a spectrum #and if u say ur autistic #inevitably someone makes an assumption about ur needs/symptoms #please do not treat me differently than u usually would. like.... we can tell when you do #and like i mention. i do appreciate the effort. i do truly appreciate the effort. #but it still feels like... #when i was blind. sometimes people kind of did the same-ish thing. #they'd find out i was blind and start talking really loudly? #and while i KNOW they're just trying to help. it would be like. i'd be trying to find #the right way into a building (sometimes only 1 door is unlocked and i couldn't see the signs posted about where to go) #and ppl would be like ''OH UR BLIND? YES SO THIS IS A DOOR. IT OPENS INTO THE BUILDING. IT IS LOCKED NOW." #''A DOOR CAN BE FOUND IN MANY LOCATIONS.'' #and it feels like. when i admit to being autistic #someone comes screeching into my life being like THIS IS A DOOR.

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

You’re my favorite blog with an amazing costume and stellar art, so I hope to bestow upon you the small pleasure of asking you:

Trick or treat?

Thank you very much! I'm incredibly honoured to be your favourite blog! I know this is late but please accept this treat, happy belated Halloween!

#asks #fanart #tintin #adventures of tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #comic #halloween #trick or treat #i have no time to check for mistakes in this i will just have to live with them #haddock knows what a child is #i cant really imagine tintin and haddock celebrating halloween normally because it just wasnt really a thing in europe until very recently? #like im 24 and it was introduced here a little before i was born #halloween as it exists today is pretty american #i know a lot of people who arent that old who didnt even think about it growing up lol #i love halloween tho #it's a holiday that's purely optional and you can celebrate however you want it with whoever you want #alcohol tw

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!” 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #What is up with the Kents cornfield that a spaceship with alien children has crashed there twice #Clark: Omg am I an older brother now?? What does an older brother do?? #He's going to be so excited when the kids start flying too #Clark: I have eight whole siblings now! #The Kents will end up the most experienced couple in raising superpowered children #Clark: This is Jazz and Dan and Tucker and Danny and Sam and Valerie and Ellie and I love them #The Kents now have two ships hidden on their property lol #and a green glowing dog of some sort that came with one group #the phamily actually get to be kids and don't Have to be vigilantes or are parentified or anything and it's... actually kind of nice #It's peaceful #Ellie definitely doesn't hide the fact she's a clone #They're very limited when re-learning how to talk human language again #so they say some rather concerning things without giving any context for it #not that it isn't concerning even with context anyway lol #Ma and Pa kent nearly cry when they hesitantly ask if their names can be kent too #Clark cries when he goes to metropolis because the kids all cling and try to get him to stay

[wispscribbles]

I want to eat your art and writing thank you so much

Haha well I'm always happy to keep you all fed. Here, have some old sketches <33

#ask #anon ask #ghostsoap #soapghost #doodle #my art #sketch #*throws old crumbs at ya because im currenty out of gourmet feasts* #these are from various times in the last year #but yea watch wisp's art style be the least consistent thing ever as they jump from brushes and programs due to indecision :> #some old aus in there too #kid au and mw3 fixit stuff and whatever the rest of this stuff is #nrftw doodle of ghost w the guitar #and beard too #also hi Gaz!!!! he's been randomly thrown in there to be glared at by ghost. poor guy #debated giving u some writing snippets as well but i didnt want to clutter my reply lol #im working on a fic that im so excited about #its actually making me write again pretty consistently so im happy

[darqx]

Aren't you tired of being nice?

#boyfriend to death #art #idk man i just wanted to draw the whole fire backlight look again #tho the problem with colouring like this is you lose a lot of detail at the front lol #he didnt start the fire 🎶 #it was always burning 🎶 #first thing i've properly drawn in about a month \o/ #august was a bit of a clusterfuck for me for multiple reasons #on a side note i do have a bunch of asks ive been meaning to answer since months ago so theyre coming at some point #...i forgot...his sunglasses #just pretend he has them in a pocket or something