#for anon's sake i have to make it clear that this was sent before i posted the picture of nari

[goddesstrolls]

ough, there's something about how you draw that just makes all your characters so hot

MISSION SUCCESS \o/

#for anon's sake i have to make it clear that this was sent before i posted the picture of nari #i don't want to make it seem like anyone is thirsting over the bastard #he doesnt deserve it

[deathbxnny]

Have you ever heard of the saying “If you cant beat them, join them”?

…

Im so sorry Yanqing, i love you (platonically ofc) and i have nothing against you but it was a too good of an idea to waste

Im also sorry Jing Yuan but im not as sorry as i was to Yanqing

So can i request Jing Yuan and Yanqing’s reactions towards finally knowing reader’s reason for betraying them and their reaction towards reader’s death. Yes, you read this right, d.e.a.t.h. This is basically the continuation of that post.

So they both got sent a video that has reader talking angrily nonstop towards Kafka about some plan that involved Jing Yuan and Yanqing hurt, like this was not the deal they agreed on. It wasnt until Kafka revealed that they had tricked the reader that shut the reader’s mouth. She revealed that The Stellaron Hunters needed the reader’s betrayal to ensure the best future Elio can predict. And then suddenly the reader gets killed in the video by Blade. You can either make the reader have a painful and slow death or make them just have their head decapitated. Our tears are in your hands

How would Jing Yuan and Yanqing react to this video, this taunt, they got from the Stellaron Hunters?What are their reaction on just finally knowing the reason why their twin/kid betrayed them and then later just watched them die?

:)

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: This is so messed up, it's great lol. Poor Yanqing honestly. Also, thank you for the request and I hope I do well!<3

Content: TW!Mentions of Decapitations, Angst, hurt/no comfort, murder, reader dying, reader is Yanqing's twin, guns, Kafka girlbossing as she usually does

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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Yanqing and Jing Yuan were crushed by you betraying them. It made no sense to them. They had so many questions and the fact that they may never be answered, killed them inside beyond belief. They tried to move on however for the sake of their duties. They had no choice after all. It was all they could do and it worked for a while... until it one day just didn't.

It started with a video from the Stellaron hunters themselves. It was signed off by them, a taunt they didn't understand just yet. But once the video began, everything was finally making sense. It started off with you and Kafka talking, or well, you yelling at her in anger. You didn't agree with your family getting hurt. It was against your deal with the Stellaron hunters.

But you stopped, when Kafka let out a chilling, cold laugh. It was demeaning and evil, like she had just heard the most funniest joke in the world. And perhaps she had, as she took a deep breath and looked back down at you with a calm, amused smile. "You didn't think, that we'd seriously keep our promise, did you? You aren't that useful to us... or at least not anymore." She hummed, her head tilting in amusement at the surprised look on your face, as everything began dawning on you. They had fooled you all along.

You were speechless at this revelation, before you felt this looming, familiar presence behind you. Your eyes never left Kafka's, as it was your turn to let out a cold, bitter chuckle. You knew who it was. And that betrayal hurt you even more. "I trusted you." The silence that followed was deafening, the glint of a certain sword clear in the dark room. "That was your first mistake." The sword swung down, just as your eyes met the camera. You smiled, a bitter, regretful one, before your head was cut off perfectly and your body slumped off the chair. The video then came to an end there.

The silence in the general's office was loud. No one knew what to say or do. Yanqing was starring at the black screen with wide eyes, silent tears having unknowingly ran down his face a long time ago. Jing Yuan's face was blank and unreadable, not a single emotion present, except for the dark storm that raged on in his eyes. He put a hand on Yanqing's shoulder, who was now crumbling and breaking at everything he had just seen and heard. Jing Yuan had to be the strong one. He has lost a child already, he won't lose another one.

He turned his head to the awaiting soldiers and generals, who all nodded in agreement to his silent words. This meant war.

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A/N: I hope this is fine! Also sorry that it took so long and thank you again for the request!<33

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanfic #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr yanqing #hsr yanqing x reader #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr

[queer-reader-07]

op could you elaborate on the she/her muriel thing. because i totally get what you mean but i find it so hard to articulate why... its just like. mmmmm. canon they/them character. but you wont respect their prns. but then again i enjoy when people get genderwierd w the ineffable spouses. would you respect my prns if you cant even respect a fictional character. is that the same thing. idk.

hi anon! i'll try best to elaborate, but apologies in advance if it comes off a bit... intense?

to give some context to my words:

i am nonbinary

i am afab

my pronouns are they/them

most everyone with the exception of close friends and people on the internet misgender me with she/her pronouns because they perceive me as a woman.

i think the root of it for me is that muriel has no experience interacting with earth, let alone humans, before they're sent down to be Inspector Constable. and because they have no experience with humans, they most definitely have very little context for the human construct that is gender. muriel's pronouns are they/them because those are the default gender neutral pronouns in english. muriel (like the other angels and demons) is referred to with they/them pronouns because, for all intents and purposes, they don't have gender.

whereas aziraphale and crowley (and even gabriel to a certain extent) have interfaced with humanity enough to have developed some level of understanding regarding gender, and possibly even an understanding of what they want their gender to be/be perceived as.

additionally, crowley and aziraphale play with gender in a way that feels very intentional to me.

crowley has canonically, in the show, presented femme. meta writers far more skilled than me have examined how, during the crucifixion scene, crowley is very obviously dressed more like the women in the background than the men. and it's not just in the historical flashbacks that we see crowley's genderfuckery. his modern look is comprised of a combination of femme and masc pieces. he wears a woman's cut waistcoat and his "11 years ago" look features women's sunglasses. all while inhabiting a decidedly man-shaped body.

i'm also just going to remind the audience that crowley outright denies being "a lad" in season 2. he straight up told us he's not A Dude.

aziraphale's genderfuckery is definitely less obvious and some might say debatable. that being said, i would make the argument that aziraphale's tendency to dress and present in a way that results in him being almost universally perceived as not only A Gay Man, but an effeminate gay man at that, is a quintessential example of gender as performance. and i do believe that aziraphale is making a very conscious and deliberate choice to present as a gay man. for fuck's sake he calls himself THE Southern Pansy, he knows what he's doing.

also, i know it didn't actually happen, but we almost got both of them presenting femme in the 60s so like. there's that too.

so, to me, it's ok to fuck around with crowley and aziraphale's genders in fanfic and art and the like because they do so canonically. the book makes it very clear that they are "man-shaped" but not necessarily men, ie they have chosen bodies that are perceived as being A Gender but that doesn't mean they technically are.

whereas muriel does not. muriel doesn't have a concept of gender because they haven't been on earth or around humans long enough to develop one. they are only ever referred to with gender neutral language. so it just feels really gross to me when people choose to she/her them. because to me it feels like saying "well this body that appears woman-shaped to me must mean they are a woman" which is a sentiment i, unfortunately, know all too well.

muriel is a character that is canonically referred to with they/them pronouns, on a major TV show on a major streaming platform no less. so it really fucking sucks to see people disregard that because they "can't remember to they/them muriel" or because they "seem like they use she/her."

to put it bluntly, every single argument i've ever read in favor of she/her-ing muriel has boiled down to "i just can't be bothered to remember they use they/them" and if you can't use a fictional characters pronouns correctly then i have zero faith you can use a real person's pronouns correctly. all i hear when i read those arguments is "i can't be fucked to do the bare minimum of gendering trans people correctly."

and lastly, i know it's genderfuckery when people she/her aziraphale and crowley because they're "man shaped" in the book and played by male actors in the show. but i don't have much faith that it's genderfuckery when people she/her muriel because i can almost guarentee it happens for no other reason than the fact that Quelin Sepulveda is a woman.

#wow that got long really fast #i hope this provided some amount of insight and wasn't too confusing #asks #my asks #answered asks #good omens #muriel #muriel good omens #kind of good omens meta

[quinloki]

Kaido - Lust (and Sweet/Spicy)

Reader style - Afab she/her Time slot - After Hours Client Name - @anon-germany @t3arslikeglass CW: naked reader, alcohol, size difference extremely, canon One Piece Kaido size, ... oral? technically? I think.

I hope you two don't mind that I smashed these requests together, but I think it turned out well, for what I think is officially my first Kaido smut drabble.

I’ve said before I haven’t decided if I’m going to have the same size differences as OP in this Host Club AU or not. I’m leaning toward not, but I wanted to write this with full-sized Kaido in mind.

You were barely bigger than a cup, as far as the massive dragon Kaido was concerned. But you were one of his favorites, and as such you had nothing to fear.

In this particular case you were practically playing the part of cup for him.

Naked, laid out in the round red sake cup, you shivered a little in anticipation as his eyes moved over your form. His tongue slipped between his lips unconsciously, adding to the hungry look in his eyes. The cup was a little bigger than he would normally use, you weren’t quite that small comparatively, but it was just wide enough that your arms and legs still dangled over the edges.

Your arms were draped over the edges of the cup to help you stay in place, and you gasped a little as the cold liquid was poured into your little space. The scent of sake was enough to make your head go hazy. What was a sip for the dragon was enough to be a bath for you, and there were certainly certain dangers associated with that.

But Kaido only filled the cup when he was done admiring your body, and he was already bringing it to his lips. Your legs were open wide, heat flushing through your body as his lips sip the sweet liquid from between your thighs.

Kaido’s hot breath over your body sent shivers through you as it crashed against the remnants of sake clinging to you and the cup. Clear, sharp eyes watched you with an intensity most only saw when the dragon was in the midst of a fight.

Wet with drink, hot with desire, his tongue slipped out from between his lips and dipped into the cup. He licked slowly up the inside of the cup, the tip of his tongue pressing into your thighs, heavy and hungry.

He lapped against your thighs and pussy, up your stomach, flicking along your breasts. The flexible muscle twisted and slipped over and around you with ease. Your body trembled with building pleasure, and soft gasps escaped your lips as you held onto the cup, moving from one side to the other as his tongue urged you.

Eventually you were turned completely around, his tongue between you and the cup as you held onto the lip. Wet and rough it teased you so completely it was a struggle to keep hold of the cup, the rough bumps sending thrills through you as they caressed your clit and slipped over your stiff nipples.

There wasn’t a drop of sweet sake left, but he was far from sated.

“A little more,” his voice rumbles over you, cold sake splashing against you before his tongue goes back to work. One of his fingers holding the cup becomes something for you to hold onto, peppering desperate kisses against it as you whine into the thick, scaly skin.

When you cry out in surprise at a particularly well-place lick, he stills, letting you grind against his tongue. As your kisses against his finger turn into heavy moans of pleasure he brings your thighs to his lips, using his entire mouth to bring you to orgasm, again and again, until your small body leaked pleasure against his tongue enough to sate him.

#One Piece Host Club AU #December Drabble Event 2023 #One Piece Fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #kaido one piece

[thestalwartheart]

,…Well now I just gotta request a fic with Q and his cats on the day before he joins MI6 (or becomes Quartermaster)!

You have your answer, Anon! ❤️ Apologies for taking so long to get around to filling this.

You can read it below or on AO3.

Enjoy!

anticipation.

“Well,” sighed Q to his cats. They were curled up together on the other end of his sofa. “Not long now. Twelve hours, give or take.”

He finished the last spoonful of his ice cream—mint choc chip. The coolness soothed his tongue from the scorching it had received during dinner. It had taken him four hours to make a slow-cooked ragu and about four seconds to ruin his tastebuds by being too impatient to eat it.

That’s what his nerves got him, he supposed.

“Quartermaster,” he said frankly to the cats. “I’m twenty-seven, for fuck’s sake.”

His father had always told him he was twenty going on fifty, but it didn’t stop Q from being bewildered by M’s job offer. How well did it bode for the Service, really, that no one more experienced was clever enough for the job? He was in an agency of dinosaurs, and he’d be responsible for dragging them into the modern day. How horrifying.

How thrilling.

“You’ll have trouble with the agents,” M had told him while she was marching somewhere or other, him following at her heels. “Don’t let them under your skin. Remember, you’re cleverer than most of them.”

“Most?”

She smiled secretly. “Yes. Most.”

It was the most that sent him digging. He never could abide a mystery. Agents, he knew, were more brawn than brains. And he’d read M’s files. In fact, he’d hacked them without a trace using the Major’s details — the old man, bless his soul, was terribly clever with weaponry but absolutely rubbish when it came to software — and so he knew M had sent plenty of agents out into the field with the heavy possibility that they’d never make it back.

But after reading the official reports, he was no clearer on who she favoured. There were several agents she’d recruited herself—all orphans, all screaming with boredom in the Special Forces—and of them, Commander James Bond was the longest serving. Q thought he was getting close when he brought Bond’s file up, but his record for insubordination put that thought to rest.

Insubordinate or not, though, he was certainly good-looking. Q was rather looking forward to meeting him.

Q’s eldest cat made a sound, then stretched and flopped over. With the hand that wasn’t cold from holding a mug full of ice cream, he scratched her velvety underbelly. She rolled this way and that, her paws hanging akimbo.

“Right,” said Q, rubbing his index finger under her chin one last time. When he took it away, he noticed his leg was tapping up and down. Anxiety, perhaps. Sugar, much more likely. “One last thing before bed.”

He got up and poured himself a shot of whisky—the one at the top of his kitchen cupboard rather than his drinks trolley. It was hellishly expensive, and he rarely drank from it. It was for special occasions only. Good or bad.

“To the Major, God rest his soul,” he said, raising his glass to two bewildered cats. He smiled at them, and with a sharp pain, remembered the Major visiting once and meeting them as kittens. Upon seeing their little claws stretched out, he’d regaled Q with a story of some Russian woman who had a poisonous dagger in her stiletto heel. “The Russians probably designed it after the claws of these little beasts.”

Q finished his drink in a neat gulp, then poured himself another. He was less precise with the measurement this time. The high from a full stomach and the smooth burn of good whisky was getting to him.

Q cleared his throat.

”To being Q,” he said. His cats had abandoned the couch; they never left him for long. As if telling him to move away from the whisky, they curled around his ankles. “Here’s hoping I do it all half as well as he did.”

He knocked back his drink, then, with a long groan, he walked promptly to the upstairs bathroom and threw it all up. The vomit hit the toilet basin to the off-beat rhythm of competing meows.

It was, Q thought, rather comforting. If his career in espionage went tits up after all this…well.

At least there were the cats.

#00q #not really but i don't know what else to tag it as! #james bond #my fic

[goldenavenger02]

Cant rlly decide which one but what ab the ninja helping each other tend their wounds?

I put a lot of thought into this (and if you're seeing this and sent an ask, I'm working on the rest of them. I just don't really have time to write except at night right now) so I hope you enjoy, anon!

“Guys, do you feel that?” 

“Feel what?”

“It's so warm.” Jay sighed contently with a smile on his face and despite rolling her eyes, Nya still wrapped her arm around his hip and pulled him closer to her.

PIXAL couldn’t help but wonder what had happened in the Never Realm without her assistance but, given the bright pink tint to all of their cheeks as well as the gash across Lloyd’s forehead and bruising on Cole’s arms, it looked as though it had not been a very pleasant experience.

In fact, the only one who looked somewhat normal was Zane, who she had been unable to stop herself from jumping into his arms and yet, even he looked worse for wear; something in his bright blue eyes ached of a sadness that she couldn’t understand nor wanted to dissect in front of the others for his sake.

“While I am glad to see all of you,” Wu finally broke the greetings, turning all of their attention towards him, “perhaps all of you making your way to the medical wing would be a good idea.”

“In the nicest way possible,” PIXAL added, her hand grasped tightly around Zane’s, “all of you are looking a bit worse for wear.”

“Good idea.” Kai agreed, his vision obviously fixated on Lloyd and Nya despite his raw palms, which was only made more clear by his gentle nudging against their shoulder blades.

Jay and Cole followed suit with Wu trailing behind them, leaving the two of them alone in the courtyard, her hand still tightly gripped in his.

“Are you in need of repairs?” She finally asked as she let go of his hand to fully focus her green eyes on him, trying to look past his blue eyes to figure out just what was bothering him.

“I do not believe so.”

“Good. Are you able to be of assistance with the others, then?”

“I’m afraid not,” Zane shook his head, “I need some time to myself, I think, to regain my bearings.”

“Very well. But, when you are ready to talk, I am ready to listen.”

“Thank you, PIXAL.” Zane nodded before making his way towards his sleeping quarters which gave her no choice but to make her way toward the med bay and the workload that lay before her in the form of varying degrees of frostbite at the very least.

It wasn’t unusual for Kai’s concern over the others, especially Nya and Lloyd, to echo throughout the hall leading to the medical wing; after the haunting silence that had filled the monastery for the last couple of weeks, the ruckus was welcoming.

Sure enough, when she stepped through the sliding doors, Kai was sitting on the edge of the cot that Lloyd had taken residence in with Nya and Jay sitting together on the one a few beds down with Nya resting her head on Jay’s shoulder as her glance was firmly fixated on Cole, who had already taken one of the pillows and covered his eyes with it.

Despite the circumstances, seeing all of them together made her smile for a moment before she ran her hands under the running water and donned a pair of nitrile gloves; she turned away from the counter and made eye contact with the five ninja as she asked, “who’s first?”

After some insistence on everyone’s end, trying to get someone else to be the first one, PIXAL decided on Cole so he could go ahead and get what looked like some much needed sleep; he had been uncharacteristically quiet since he had stepped through the portal but she also knew that if she needed to know what was going on in his mind that he would come to her in his own time.

Despite having been a part of their group for a few years now, she still did not feel comfortable pressing any of them to speak to her. Not that she usually had to, with how often they would come to her and vent their individual issues to her as she repaired yet another vehicle or mech.

Maybe it was the fact that she spent a good chunk of time behind Zane’s eyes, with no one speaking directly to her except for Zane until she uploaded her subconscious into The Bounty’s computer while she continued to rebuild herself into the best version she could be.

But Cole didn’t have any severe injuries and was sent out of the med bay to go lay down almost as soon as she started to prod at his unnaturally cold skin. The same was true of Jay, who was the least injured and exhausted of the group, and Nya, who had the familiar dark circles of exhaustion weighing her under eyes down.

Kai’s eyes followed Nya as she walked out of the room, but he quickly snapped his gaze towards PIXAL when she started to examine the red, puffy skin that covered his hands and tried to pull away from her.

“I’m fine, I didn’t hit my head on a tree trunk after being in a different realm for less than twenty four hours.” He insisted, his gaze pointedly on Lloyd as he pointed out the comparison, who flipped him off in return as exhaustion weighed heavy on his face.

“I will address Lloyd’s injuries as well,” she insisted as she pulled out the tube of burn cream and started to apply it to Kai’s injured palms, “but these need to be wrapped up if you do not wish for them to become infected.”

PIXAL didn’t mention that the look of guilt engrained in Lloyd’s features was making her wonder if she knew what had resulted in Zane being so distant when he stepped through the portal after weeks of being alone in a cold, foreign realm.

It didn’t take long for her to wrap up the burns that made their way up Kai’s lower wrists, despite how extensive they were, and send him to his room to get some much needed rest with a promise of checking on how the wounds were healing in a few hours.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Kai said to Lloyd in a whisper just loud enough that it hit his ear before making his way through the sliding doors and leaving the two of them in the room alone; she was quiet as she worked, gently wrapping his cold fingers in loose bandages, cleaning the gash on his forehead and checking the dilation of his pupils which revealed a mild concussion.

It wasn’t until she asked if he had any other injuries and he tugged off the top half of his jade green gi that she found herself holding back a gasp of shock.

The rest of the ice that had remained from the Never Realm had been white and tinged with snow, but PIXAL recognized blue-tinged ice all too well; it was the ice that came from her boyfriend’s fingertips, proving her correct in her hypothesis about Lloyd knowing why Zane had been so distant.

When she finally found the courage to make contact with the green eyes, she could see the regret spilling off of him as she spoke while gently examining the sides of the burn that trailed down most of his right side.

“I think it would be wise for you to tell me why this burn was caused by elemental ice.”

“It’s not-” Lloyd flinched away from her gloved hands with a hiss through his teeth while he gripped the side of the cot tightly in his left hand, “it’s not my place.”

“Lloyd, you are injured and I am doing my best to help you heal,” she explained calmly as she pulled her hands away and approached the counter again to soak one of the compresses in warm water, “that being said, knowing how you obtained the injury will allow me to determine if there is a need to be on the lookout for internal damage.”

He remained quiet as she continued to prepare the compress, making sure that it was warm enough to rewarm the skin but not so hot that it would only cause more harm than good; while she worked, she couldn’t help but wonder why.

Why had Zane attacked Lloyd? Just how distraught was he when he was finally found by the others? And to her, possibly the most worrying thought that made its way to the forefront of her mind was how upset was he with the others now?

“It wasn’t his fault,” Lloyd blurted out with another hiss of pain as she pressed the compress onto his skin, “all of it, it wasn’t…he was lied to.”

“Please, Lloyd. I wish to know exactly what happened, for everyone’s sake,” she stopped to maneuver the compress so it covered the entirety of the burn, “and it’s not like you do not have the time to speak to me.”

It seemed to PIXAL that her words were the final push that Lloyd had needed to finally give her all of the details. About the Ice Emperor, about the final message he found in the cave and about Vex and how he had twisted Zane’s erased mind into a ruler set on destruction and control.

“That’s how I got this,” Lloyd finished with a gesture to his side, “I was trying to stop him and because he had that scroll, I…I wasn’t able to keep him busy for long.”

“I never did like holding that scroll.” PIXAL pressed her lips together tightly in order to keep her thoughts about what she would have done to Vex if she had followed them to herself, all while gathering the supplies to loosely wrap the burn.

“You and me both.” Lloyd’s chuckle was dry as it hit her ears but not surprising, given what Nya had told her about both Lloyd’s experience holding the scroll as well as the mirror that sat inside of the Explorer’s Club.

“I require you to sit up, if you are able,” she spoke, unable to keep herself from gritting her teeth in sympathy as he pushed himself upright with his brows furrowed in pain, before she was able to start wrapping the large burn loosely, “I will speak to Zane if you wish, he might be more receptive to my interpretation of the situation.”

“Which is?”

“That he was brainwashed into going against his programming and that I have some very strong choice words for this “Vex” for what he did to him as well as the others.”

“Good inter-” a yawn cut him off, “interpretation.”

“You should get some rest,” PIXAL insisted while pulling the clean, white sheet over him, “I shall return in around an hour to see if I need to continue to treat your burn with the compress. Would you like me to ask Kai if he will keep you company?”

“Nah, he needs the rest.” Lloyd mumbled as he rested his pink-tinted cheek against the white pillowcase, his hair sprawling around his head.

As soon as she could hear the snoring, however, PIXAL knew she couldn’t rest and made her way out of the medical wing of the monastery towards the individual sleeping quarters.

After all, she still had to speak to Zane.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #whump #angst #my writing #fic #lloyd garmadon #ninjago pixal #zane ninjago #kai ninjago #season 11 #secrets of forbidden spinjitzu #injuries #pixane

[midgardian-witch]

mirror with steven😭😭

I am so sorry for taking so long to respond to this, anon. I do hope you'll enjoy this even though you sent in this request a while ago. (This drabble did turn out slightly longer than my usual ones. I just got really inspired by that prompt apparently)

Mirror, Mirror

tags: established relationship | self-image issues | innuendo | sub!Steven and Dom!Reader if you squint | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

[MIRROR] Person A puts Person B in-front of a mirror and points out each part they love about Person B. 

I wish you could see yourself the way I do - you've heard that sentence many times, in rom coms, in song lyrics. It's a bit sappy to be fair. It's certainly not a sentence you'd ever thought you would ever use in your life. And yet it does feel rather fitting right now.

Here you are, watching your boyfriend get dressed for your date. You’re almost salivating at how adorable and cute and fucking hot he looks. At the same time you can hear Steven muttering to himself, how he doesn't look good, how he 'looks like a knob', getting more and more frustrated with himself. 

Steven is the type of person that just doesn’t see himself the way others do. And it perplexes you time and time again. How can he not realize how gorgeous he is?

Swiftly you push yourself off of the chair you’re sitting on and make your way over to Steven. You don’t let his muttering perturb you as you lay your hands on his strong shoulders and look over them into the mirror in front of him. He startles for a moment before he realizes it’s you and his lips that a moment before were turned into a displeased frown curl into a soft, besotted smile at the sight of you.

“Heya, love. Just give me a moment, I’ll be ready as soon as I get this done,” he says, lifting the half-done tie up a little for emphasis. You hum thoughtfully, your hands kneading his tense shoulders. He leans into your touch intuitively before he gently swats your hands away. “If you distract me then we won’t be on time. I know I am not much to show off but I want to at least try,” he mutters and then tries to play things off with a laugh. His smile is strained and it almost breaks your heart.

You shake your head, unbelieving. What happened that he would even think that about himself? You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him back towards you. “You’re wrong. And this won’t do,” you say as your hands take hold of his tie and undo what progress Steven had made thus far. He opens his mouth ready to either complain or ask what you are doing but you don’t let him get far enough to know for sure. “No. It’s my turn to talk now, baby,” you tell him in a stern voice you usually reserve for more intimate scenarios. Steven clears his throat and you can see his cheeks start to flush at your tone of voice. With a pleased smile on your face you continue to unravel the tie and then continue by opening up the first few buttons on the crisp white shirt he had put on for tonight. 

“You know you look amazing, right?”

Steven waves you off. “Of course you say that. You’re biased, love. I will admit I don’t know why you went for this,” he gestures towards his own body before continuing “But I am happy for it. Doesn’t mean you have to lie for my sake.”

You can see Steven struggling not to comment on your actions, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion by what to him must seem like you undoing all the work he has put into, well, looking put together for you.

You enjoy the sight for a moment: your loving boyfriend in your arms, cheeks flushed and shirt undone. With all your willpower you drag your thoughts away from how much prettier he would look if you tussled him up a bit further and instead focus on your initial, if not at all well-thought out plan: Show Steven that he is indeed a very attractive man. 

“So this is how this is going to go. I will talk and I don’t want to hear another bad word about yourself.”

Steven swallows hard and nods hesitantly, his eyes focused on your reflection in the mirror. You grin, your hands gliding teasingly over his (for now) clothed torso before you wrap your arms fully around him and pull him into your embrace once again. 

“Let’s start with your face,” you begin. You’re describing your favorite parts of his pretty face: how his eyes have this beautiful deep brown color that you just want to look into forever, how his nose scrunches up so adorably when he dislikes something, how his full eyebrows remind you of a muppet and you think that’s cute. At that last comment he gives you the aforementioned nose scrunch of displeasure but doesn’t say anything in protest. You continue talking about every small detail that you like about his face: the shape of his strong nose, his very kissable lips, the way he blushes so beautifully, his jawline that is cut like a greek statue and even his ears. With every new part you mention you can see his cheeks flush even brighter.

Your hands travel over his torso up towards his shoulders. You make a show of looking thoughtful for a moment before kissing his cheek. Steven turns his face towards you, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, just begging to be kissed. You smile at him and lean forward, capturing his full lips in a kiss. Meanwhile your hands make quick work of his shirt, opening his buttons with skilled fingers and finally pulling it half way off of his shoulders. As you pull back from the kiss Steven lets out a confused whine. It takes him a moment before he realizes that you have slowly undressed him while you had him distracted with that kiss.

At the confused look on his face you give him a small laugh. “Oh baby, we are not done yet,” you say teasingly, “There is so much more of you that I love besides your face.”

You continue talking about the different parts of Steven’s body that you adore: his strong shoulders, his arms that feel perfect around you when he hugs you, his hands that just fit perfectly in yours, his chest which is the ideal pillow to fall asleep on, his nipples that are so responsive to your touch. Steven gasps, holding back a moan, as you tease his nipples gently for emphasis. You decide to have some mercy on him at least and drop your hands from his chest towards his stomach. “I love that you’re still soft here even with your muscles. Makes cuddling so much better,” you admit before your hands travel down even further.

Steven keens as your fingers glide over the slowly growing bulge in his pants. You lean in closer towards him, your lips all but brushing the shell of his ear. “I love this too, but I think you know that, don’t you, baby?” you whisper as you cup his clothed cock in your hand. “You have such a pretty cock. It’s the perfect size. And you make me feel so good with it too.”

Steven moans, unable to hold back anymore, as his hips start to move without his permission. You see that the flush of his cheeks has long since traveled down further and you are sure that if you were to take off his pants you'd see his cock flushed just the same. He whimpers in protest as you let go of his erection and instead grab his very shapely ass with both hands. “Oh and this too. Your ass is fantastic, baby. Nice and round, soft yet firm. Not to mention all the fun things we can do with it too.”

As you look back into the mirror you can see in his reflection that Steven is ready to just bend over and let you have him. Gone is the look of utter defeat and displeasure with himself. Instead before you stands a gorgeous mess of a man, skin flushed, cock pressing painfully against his pants and eyes so full of adoration, love and lust that it takes your breath away.

“Do you see it? Do you see how beautiful you are?”

Steven squirms against you, mouth opening and closing uselessly before he nods. “Y-Yes, love.”

Slowly your hands find their way to the front of his pants again. “I don’t want to go out for our date anymore. How about we stay in tonight?” you offer with a grin as you pop the bottom of his dress pants. Steven nods frantically. As you take off his pants and underwear with one swift motion you take a moment to admire the beauty that is your boyfriend before you eagerly drag him away from the mirror towards your bedroom.

#steven grant/reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #moon knight/reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #fran-writes

[respectthepetty]

Hii, i have been occupied and wanted to come back to watch BLS, my last one was naughty babe. So what's are your current obsession!?

Anon, you have missed a lot in the last six months! BL Land has had several shows in that time, and, of course, I've consumed most of them. My capability to become obsessed with a show is unparalleled, and as I mentioned in my last obsession list, I can be obsessed about several things simultaneously. Since you've been out for a minute, let me recap some of the shows I sent a Valentine's Day card too.

Note: These are NOT recommendations.

Shows I liked for color reasons but wasn't obsessed:

Twins

Pit Babe

Middleman's Love

My Dear Gangsta Oppa

Bake Me Please (* I AM obsessed with the lead actor, Guide)

Shows I liked for the colors AND the plot but wasn't always obsessed with:

The Sign

Perfect Propose

I Cannot Reach You

7 Days Before Valentine

I Became a Lead in a BL Drama

Shows I should've been obsessed with if I was normal:

Cooking Crush

Love for Love's Sake

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

So now that we recapped some of the shows I was mildly normal about, it's time for me to reveal the shows I'm currently so obsessed with that I cut off some of their hair while they slept and now I'm attaching it to a cloth doll in hopes of binding us together.

For. Ev. Ah.

Dead Friend Forever (forever, forever, ever, forever, ever?)

Obsession Level - Buying us matching BFF necklaces with vials of our blood attached to them after my therapist tells me my relationship with it is unhealthy, and I need to take a step back from it.

It just ended, and it isn't a BL, but I have no words. If I tried to explain why I'm so obsessed with this show, people would be really worried about my sanity. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't want to stop thinking about it. I hate all the characters. I love all the characters. I want them all dead. I want to raise them from the dead and make them do it all again. I want to heal them. I want to make them worse. I want to be in that house with them.

Unknown

Obsession Level - Holding pictures of it close to my heart while I lay in bed even though it is laying right next to me in the same bed because I need it to fully grasp just how crazy about it I am and have been.

It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about "brothers." And if you looked at my previous obsessed list, you know those three items are a clear path to Obsession City for me (Looking at you, Kiseki: Dear to Me).

Anti Reset

Obsession Level - Baking all its favorite sweet treats and sitting them on its porch early in the morning then running away even though I know the security camera is filming me each time (which is why I wear cute outfits when I do it).

It's Taiwanese. It's color coded. It's about a robot. It doesn't hit all the points on my obsession scale, but it's part of Vidol/VBL's universe, so it has my attention and a little bit of my heart.

Lady Boy Friends

OB. SESSED! Level - Knowing it's expired and toxic, but I can't stop eating it because if ending up in the hospital is the price I have to pay and possible death, then I guess that's the sacrifice I gotta make.

It's a remake of a 2015 series, it dropped with no promo, and only one episode has aired, yet this show is hellbent on being a whole ass problem, so of course my trashy ass loves it. There is transphobia, homophobia, sexual harassment, colorism, elitism, and every other -ism that it could pile in because the entire show is begging to be everyone's trigger warning. There is a love story in there somewhere, but I don't give two shits about it when the skinny femmes and the fat femmes are fighting, and the one pictured above is about to enter her villain origin story. The subtitler is doing the Lord's work, and I feel truly blessed with this hot ass mess.

But please remember, one person's trash taste is not another person's treasure, so THESE ARE NOT RECOMMENDATIONS!

#my current obsessions #dead friend forever and ever and ever ever #unknown #anti reset #lady boy friends #NOT RECOMMENDATIONS #I'm trash and I know it

[book-place]

Melody

Warnings: implied violence, slight cursing, mention of weapons, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Gladers x reader platonic

Request: Hi, could you make an imagine of Maze Runner, where the creators send an electric guitar and the reader plays and wows the gladers and asks him to play at the bonfire? Thank you very much💕

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: When a guitar is randomly sent into the glade, it felt as if a puzzle piece was clicked into place

A/N: Short one for y’all

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Why do you think they sent it?” Everyone whispered to one another, all peering in awe at the opened box down below them.

“What the bloody hell are they all looking at?” Newt asked, walking over to where you, Minho, and Alby stood in the back of the group.

The first in command looked over at him with a shrug, “Couldn’t get close enough to see.” He admitted.

You and Minho grinned at one another, “Maybe it’s some new weapons!” The boy exclaimed, you nodding your head vigorously in excitement.

The other two looked over at you with wide eyes, “For all of our sakes, let’s hope not.” Newt shook his head in disappointment at you.

Alby cleared his throat, seeming to have enough of the gawking boys, “Alright! That’s enough! Back to your jobs, all of you!”

Everyone reluctantly spread out across the glade, leaving the four of you alone, who all had the day off from your own jobs.

The group of you shuffled forward until you could stare down into the wooden box to see what the big deal was about.

“It’s a guitar!” You exclaimed in surprise, eyes widening at the instrument.

The leader and second in command exchanged a look of disbelief, “Why would they send this?” The british boy questioned.

The other boy shrugged in return, “Who knows why they do anything!” He exclaimed with a scoff, throwing his hands up and turning on his heel, “I have more important things to do then ponder the same question we all think about every day.”

You and Minho looked at each other with shit eaten grins, “I call playing first!” You each exclaimed at the same time.

Both of your eyes narrowed at one another in a challenging threat, “I call it.” You hissed at him.

“It’s mine first.” His voice was dangerously low.

Newt rolled his eyes at the duo, pointing a warning finger between each of you, “You two bloody idiots better not break the thing while trying to figure out who can play it.”

You stretched out your neck while Minho cracked his knuckles, “Don’t worry, Newtie,” You teased with a smile, “We have other ways of settling this.”

The boy rolled his eyes and released a tired sigh, turning around and going the way Alby had went, “It’s not my problem,” He mumbled to himself, “I’m not going to get involved.”

Right as you were about to lunge at the boy and vice versa, Frypans' voice rang out, bouncing off the stone walls, “Dinner!”

Both of you halted, eyes flickering down to the object before you, silently trying to come to a decision.

Minho was the first to step back, hands up in surrender while shaking his head, “Nah, man, it’s not worth missing Fry’s cooking.”

With that, he jogged off into the direction of the kitchens, leaving you grinning in victory because you had eaten a late lunch, therefore weren’t hungry.

As you picked up the guitar, a feeling washed over you. Holding it was just right. Like the sun on a hot day, or salt and pepper. It felt like it was a part of you.

Unconsciously, your hands moved to hold it in a way you somehow knew would work. How you knew, you didn’t know.

Perhaps in whatever life you had before entering the glade, you had played the instrument. It felt as if you had done it hundreds of times before, like nothing had changed from then to now.

A small smile tugged on your lips as you ran your fingers along the strings, letting a note loose.

-•-

Laughter filled the air alongside the smell of firewood, making for a rare night for the gladers.

You sat a little farther away from the large group, softly humming along to the unknown lyrics you quietly played.

“Hey, play us something!” Minho's voice drifted through the crowd, making you perk up in his direction.

All eyes were suddenly on you, your own widening when you realized he was talking to you.

“What?” You asked in disbelief, not understanding why he would think it was a good idea for you to play in front of everyone.

He smirked in your direction, leaning back against a log doubling as a bench, “I gave it up, so I think it’s only fair you play me something.”

You rolled your eyes, “You didn’t give it up, you just decided that you wanted food more.”

He shrugged, “Same difference.”

Silence fell over everyone, the only thing breaking it being your sigh of reluctance, “Fine,” You gave in.

After hesitating only a moment, you began to once again move your fingers across the strings majestically, releasing the beautiful sounds that it had to offer.

Simultaneously, everybody’s jaws dropped as they all gawked at you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, focusing on nothing but the melody that you produced, allowing the feeling of calmness that came with playing flood over you.

When the melody came to a stop, it was silent for a whole moment before a voice shouted out, “Play another one!”

And with a smile upon your lips, you did just that.

Bloody Shanks 💉- @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #teen reader #maze runner x reader #the maze runner #tmr #tmr x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho x reader platonic #tmr newt #tmr newt x reader #tmr newt x reader platonic #tmr alby #tmr ably x reader #tmr ably x reader platonic #tmr frypan #tmr frypan x reader #tmr frypan x reader platonic #gladers x reader

[shipcestuous-two]

Fallout (spoilers!)

@bourbonthesecond: The new Fallout show has canon incest. The lead has been fooling around with her cousin but breaks it off for an arranged marriage. It's apparently enough of a feature in Vault life that they have laws against it but it seems to be fairly culturally accepted. He's heartbroken and rebounds with her best friend.

Anon:  I imagine you must have gotten a number of asks about this by now but!! I just watched the Fallout show with my partners and I'm not over the canonical cousin-incest that takes place in Vault 33 lmao. Episode 1 has characters casually talking about fooling around with their cousins as kids (before moving on to "real" relationships for the sake of procreation), and the protagonist's cousin is openly in love with her. She turns him down, but to me they felt like that had more chemistry than she did with her actual love interest lol.

I really enjoyed Fallout (a couple things about it make me scratch my head but I enjoyed the ride either way) and I’ve seen it twice now. 

It’s clear that, at least in Vault 33, fooling around with your cousin is no big deal. I’m not familiar with the games, so help me out here if you know for sure, but the vaults seem to have 100-200 people if they’re full. While I can see how that would lend itself to cousins fooling around, from lack of selection, it’s also not like there wasn’t anyone else she could be with. 

Lucy states that her reproductive organs are intact and she maintains good hygiene, but she hasn’t been able to find a suitable marriage partner in their vault. 

So, except for Chet being her cousin, and she agrees that cousins shouldn’t have children together, she considers him a suitable marriage partner. (Given their limited gene pool, cousins really shouldn’t be having children together in that context, probably. But how long before they’re all cousins anyway? Maybe it’s a pointless delaying of the inevitable.)

She tells her friend Steph that after ten years of “cousin stuff”, she’s ready for the real thing. It’s unclear if she and Chet were having sex, it kind of sounds like they weren’t doing the kind of stuff that could have gotten her pregnant. But ten years! That’s a long time. 

This whole thing was a little strange, because it’s played for laughs, but there’s just a little more to it than that. Chet is in love with Lucy, it wasn’t just fooling around for him. And Lucy says that everyone knows he’s in love with her. No one cares about that either, but they all follow the rule that she and Chet can’t marry. So that was interesting point #1. Interesting point #2 is that Chet is one of the main characters in the Vault 33. He’s secondary character overall. He could have easily just been a throw away character never mentioned again. Interesting point #3 is that Chet being in love with Lucy gets mentioned again, a couple of episodes later. In a rather sad way, when Norm suggests that Chet came with him to investigate Vault 32 because he’s still in love with Lucy and being with Norm reminds him of Lucy. It’s like, ok, make me cry. Why is this so sad!

While it isn’t discussed explicitly after that, it’s pretty clear that Chet isn’t happy with Steph. For more than one reason, but probably mainly because he’s still in love with Lucy. 

I assume, given the circumstances, that Chet is the maternal cousin of Lucy and Norm. While Chet and Norm spent quite a few scenes together, I didn’t like that they never referenced that they were cousins, too. This is a tangent, but when Chet was sent to live in Vault 32, Norm called him a coward instead of being like, “Bye, Cousin. I’ll miss you!” But I think he was just bad at showing that he felt abandoned and that now he would be alone with all of his questions. But what I’m really getting at is that Norm had lost his mother, his father, and Lucy, and then his cousin gets sent to live in the other vault and they’ll only see each other every three years, if even. 

I also wanted to note that Norm calls Chet a coward, which was really hypocritical since we know Norm feels guilty about hiding during the big fight, but which also isn’t fair because when Lucy wanted to go to the surface, Chet wanted to go with her and she had to drug him to stop him. 

I really can’t believe that the show has a tortured canon cousins relationship, with sympathetic unrequited love and the two of them forbidden from marrying. 

While of course Lucy has a canon love interest on the surface and likely won’t be back to Vault 33 anytime soon, it is kind of fun that her arranged marriage, her “real thing” ended up being a man who tried to kill her. It’s like, Chet is looking pretty good right now, isn’t he? 

#fallout #lucy x chet #first cousins #canon #first post #asks #nr #chet and lucy

[lovelaetter]

Sometimes im writing idol smut and then i just question the morality of what I’m writing- in the sense that, this is a real person, is it okay to write stuff lewd things about them with their consent.? But i still do it. Often i want to give up. I know a lot of kpop fans in general are against idol!smut but many read it but won’t admit because it’s taboo, but there is even less of us who write for it idk i just often question if what i’m doing is okay? I guess i know its not but? It’s not directly harmful like we write for idols of age etc, but idk what do u think?

you know, you have a really good point, anon, i actually suffer from this a lot! and it’s a line of thinking that has me somehow not judging those who sent me hate, y’know? cause, let’s be real, it is weird. that doesn’t mean i’m okay with receiving hate you fuckers i hate u all

the point is… most people are doing it in a way or another, with idols or anyone, the difference is most do it only inside their heads — and it in no way affects the way they think of people, cause it is what it is, a fantasy.

i like to “soothe” myself with the thought that they won’t read any of the shit i write, they’re too busy with their lives, same way i don’t waste my time thinking about if someone around me thinks about fucking me. besides, like i said, whatever i or anyone writes won’t change people’s perceptions of said idol, it doesn’t even changes mine, and these things i write are my thoughts! i know how to draw the line. if someone doesn’t, it’s not up to me! also, i think that’s what people fail to realize: i think about these things, i write about it but that doesn’t i would ever do something against these people. do you think i would force karina to kiss me if i saw her? no, for god’s sake, i would shake and cry and do what any other fan would 😭 i just happen to be a woman who is her fan and also thinks she’s very attractive which leads to occasional sexual thoughts and choose to talk about it online cause it makes me feel less weird knowing there are other people with the same thoughts.

so yeah, it is fucked up, especially in my case when it involves hard kinks, but it’s also sexual attraction to another human being, is it that disgusting? rpf exists for years… or are going to pretend that the 1D imagines on wattpad (and here on tumblr even) era never existed?

i hope i managed to make my point clear :) i don’t think it’s not bad, but i also don’t think it’s the most immoral thing in the world, the secret for it is to not think much about it — like right now, i will stop talking before things start getting in my head 😃

#simi.txt #talks

[badlydrawncreepypasta]

Serious: Regarding the Sanityisforlosers situation

Trigger warning: the following post discusses grooming, stalking, sexual harassment, SA, necrophilia, anorexia and generally mature topics. Please read this post at your own discretion. If the aforementioned topics upset or trigger you, I strongly advise for you not to read.

Hi, everyone.

This isn't the sort of post that I wish to be making, because I prefer keeping personal problems and things such as online drama away from this blog. After all, this is the place I go to unwind and simply fool about.

However, things have gotten so bad that it has severely affected not only myself but everybody involved. For this reason, I can no longer afford to remain quiet on the matter, primarily for Sanity's sake.

It's no secret that I am close friends with Sanityisforlosers. I acknowledge that as a result, personal biases may rear their head and this post is, in fact, primarily defending him. However, the main purpose of this post is to clear up misinformation that has primarily been spread by the people calling him out.

If anybody is familiar with the characters Julius the Dressmaker and Killian Lynch, or has written for the character in any way, they may have received anons such as the following:

All the claims made by these anonymous messengers are entirely untrue. Arguments below:

However, before I go into this I wish to state EXPLICITLY: do NOT harass any of the parties mentioned within the post. These people have already been through enough, and I strongly implore for you to leave them alone about this issue once and for all.

"Sanity is a liar, having lied about MysticalSorcery being a groomer"

Untrue. Sanity made a callout post claiming that MysticalSorcery had minors in her server. This is far from claiming that MysticalSorcery is a groomer and this claim came to be due to a grave miscommunication between himself and a user named the-catcake, causing the spread of misinformation that Sanity did not intend for. A big reason for this is that Sanity was acting irrationally and emotionally, which does not make him running his mouth right, but the fact remains that the base claim was NOT MysticalSorcery allegedly being a groomer.

By now it has been established that MysticalSorcery did not have minors in her server, and that this idea came to be due to a conversation between Sanity and a third party which he felt he could trust, IvyDarkRose.

The callout by snuffbomb-awareness claims Ivy never explicitly confirmed the presence of minors, but this screenshot clearly states otherwise. As a result, Sanity had every reason to believe that there were minors present in nsfw spaces.

He has since apologised for making this claim, and MysticalSorcery has accepted this apology.

I will continue to reinstate: Tori/MysticalSorcery is innocent. Do not harass her and bring these claims up to her again, as they now have been disproven. She has done nothing wrong.

"Sanity is a stalker."

There is no evidence of this whatsoever, and word of mouth claims should not be trusted.

"Sanity claimed to be SA'd by Jesterca, Candy Pop's creator"

What Sanity claimed was that he was sexually harassed, not sexually assaulted. Jesterca sent them an unsolicited image of a bare ass (presumably a 3D model).

To claim this is sexual harassment is by definition correct, because unsolicited nsfw imagery falls under sexual harassment. Mind you, this all happened because Sanity pointed out that the parties opposing him are openly friends with Jesterca, who has already stirred up controversy due to queerphobic views.

"Sanity lied about his friendship with Krisantyl and made her uncomfortable."

I understand that because a screenshot was provided in a callout by Tumblr user snuffbomb-awareness, it is difficult to disprove this claim, and because what I am saying is word of mouth you have every right to take this argument with a grain of salt. However, this sudden change in stance strikes me as odd, as I have personally seen exchanges held between him and Krisantyl, and the both of them engaged very amicably with each other. Of course, all I have is my word of mouth, and for this specific case you are free to make up your own mind.

Additionally, I would like to address a few more wrongfully made claims brought up in the callout by snuffbomb-awareness:

"Sanity's OCs are a bad and fetishistic representation of MLM"

This claim, in my personal opinion is one of the most outlandish. Sanity is a pansexual man. He is quite literally mlm himself. With this I would then like to ask: on what basis is the relationship between Julius the Dressmaker and Killian Lynch a fetishistic depiction of mlm? Is it because one is feminine and the other masculine? Because the more feminine of the two feels more inclined to take a sexually submissive role?

These are dynamics that very much exist in mlm relationships. If one believes that this makes for an inherently fetishistic depiction of mlm, that says more about them than the person who wrote the dynamic. I say this myself as a bisexual man (and I understand that mlm can all have different opinions).

"Sanity glamorises SA, anorexia and necrophilia through his works and OCs"

Once again a claim that upon closer inspection simply is preposterous.

Killian Lynch and Julius the Dressmaker both are characters who engage in sexual violence and necrophilia, yes. This is not a secret. However, these actions are not painted out to be a good thing and are supposed to be bad and horrify you. They are horror character, after all. A prime example of this is an extreme horror piece which Sanity posted a while back of his character, Killian.

Not only is there a disclaimer right at the top of the post, Sanity additionally triggered tagged this post appropriate.

As for anorexia, this claim also is blatantly false and even borders on being offensive, as Sanity once again not only doesn't make Julius' anorexia out to be a good thing; he has always been vocally pro-recovery as well.

Not only this, but Sanity suffers from anorexia himself and has been using his own experiences grappling with the disorder in order to write this accurately. This online debacle has caused him to relapse.

Closing Statement

Sanity is many things. He's brash, hot-headed, impulsive and an asshole. What is isn't is what these people claim he is: a liar, stalker, harasser, fetishiser of mlm.

I can agree with the notion that a lot of this could have largely been prevented if communication had run more smoothly. I do not agree with the way Sanity handled his accusations towards Tori. He was emotional and approached the situation incredibly irrationally, and no, I don't believe it was right for MysticalSorcery to be compared to SnuffBomb.

You would think that because Sanity has publicly apologised and this was accepted, that people would stop spreading misinformation now, but within just a day of the apology being issued this has only worsened. It is for this reason that I am writing this post. Please let it rest now. Tori wants no more of this. Sanity wants no more of this.

Whoever the anon may be who has been spamming the inboxes of Julius fans, stop. You have stressed people out and you are not behaving productively.

This post may be edited to add additional evidence. Additionally, I would appreciate for people to spread this through reblogging. I simply wish for the truth to be brought to light.

#serious #not a request #long post #slenderman #jeff the killer #marble hornets #creepypasta #julius the dressmaker #killian lynch #jason the toymaker #I'm sorry for tagging it like this. however the callout was tagged this way too and I need this to have reach

[yooniesim]

honestly for your mental health you should probably not be so invested in every. single. bit of drama in this community. every time there’s drama you’re a big player in it. you’re usually not wrong haha, i’m just saying it seems exhausting for you.

Apologies for the book I'm about to inflict on you, nonny. No worries if you don't read it.

The thing is, I'm honestly not. And haven't been for a long time now.

If you'd said this to me six months ago, i would've actually agreed with you, nonny. I've said myself that that is a hole of negativity that is easy to fall into, and it is an exhausting one. I've done it before, I'm aware of that, and I'm sure as hell not going to do it again. So I can't quite agree with you now. There's so many things on my dash I just pass by & don't comment on. My drafts are full of text posts that I write that I purposefully save and delete rather than post. There's so many incidents and receipts of them I just try not to remember. And I've blocked so many people now to keep it all away, and thankfully for the most part it's clear now. Just scroll through my blog through the last few months- I've barely said anything. My first long post of the year was a few days ago and it wasn't even about "drama" lol. And you kinda sent this while I'm coming back from a break taking myself away from tumblr for the most part, for the sake of my mental health.

But if I ever say one thing... even if it's just one thing... somehow everybody and their mom is suddenly making a vague post about me, or lying about something I never said or did despite there being proof otherwise. I mean actual bold faced lying. I've even seen my own totally unrelated personal text posts (not about simblr or drama whatsoever) being commented on/manipulated/reposted. Even when I was on hiatus and posting 99% sims content. But I haven't been talking about it. I've been blocking the blank blogs and the anons that send me asks without replying (except the two from Thursday), I've been blocking people here that are clearly just trying to goad me into arguing, I've been ignoring the vague posts. Y'all don't get to see all of that, because I don't show it anymore, but it's been happening.

With this last shit that happened, I made only a few responses, and 1 of those was to immediately disengage with the person when they seemed upset, and I wasn't even the main person speaking with them- and yet my name was still the one in everyone's mouth, I was the one put on everyone's dashes, the one lied about and then subjected to white supremacist rhetoric. My childhood abuse was brought up like some quirky throwaway comment, for no justifiable reason. No one else was mentioned. Despite me barely being involved. Why? If you ever take a moment to notice, it's always the same people doing this. Because they constantly watch me/stalk my blog for some reason I can't comprehend. And analyze anything I've ever said, comment on my every move. In "private" and publicly. Even though I've blocked them, they continue to do this over and over again. One of the people that started this recent thing about me? I blocked them a while ago for trying to coax me into an argument and cursing at someone else in my replies. One of the others blocked me just for unfollowing them, and has been angry ever since. Another has been emotionally invested in my every move for about a year despite me barely knowing anything about them besides their username. They have an axe to grind, I suppose. I truly can't comprehend their motivations.

But sadly, whether I comment or not, whether I try to be positive or not, it honestly doesn't matter at this point. And I don't think it's right for me to just... never be able to comment anything of my own opinion on my own blog. So I'm still working out how I need to proceed with this. It isn't fair for me to have to be afraid of it something I said is going to be twisted and misconstrued- but going out of my way to comment on every issue we have here wouldn't be good either, just like you're saying now. Hell, that's never something I wanted to do- y'all didn't see any of the actual hundreds of asks in my inbox about drama and people here that I've just ignored or deleted, after all. My inbox is going on 500 deep because people still send me these things. I even still get criticism for not "using my platform" to address issues here. But like I said in November, I don't want to be that type of blog. I don't want to focus on negativity all the time. It's a freaking simblr and I wanna play sims! But I'm still a person, and this is my blog. I should be allowed to have emotions and to speak sometimes. The problem is balancing what should be posted and what shouldn't- that is something I'm working on.

As far as mental health goes, I don't think anyone here knows how absolutely crushing it is to not only be a target for the usual suspects (racists, transphobes, etc- I can deal with those, they're expected) but then also be attacked by people I considered reasonable, normal. For those people even to side with bigots just to attempt to "one up" me for some strange ego fueled reason. The people that have said I'm not even a bad person in their eyes, just annoying to them. Yet they throw such hatred and contempt my way, wish for my "downfall", and for what? A few more likes on their hateful text post? To feel better than me, better than people like me? To win some imaginary high school game they never could in real life? I know even this post you're reading now will be screenshotted and posted in a server or two, and someone will send me the proof within a day or so. Even if you do it in "private", I still see it- maybe especially if you think it won't get back to me, it will. Nothing on the internet is private. But I don't even share the proof, I just look at it and think, why? If you don't even think I'm that bad, then why? Why are you stalking my blog and making fun of me and calling me out of name? Do you honestly feel good about what you're doing? Does it make you feel satisfied somehow? How do you justify it? Is it just because I'm not your friend? Or is it really because I've simply disagreed with you in the past? Is that worth the resentment you're holding in your heart and then putting out into the world? It's not even hurtful to me, it's just confusing at this point. I don't understand it. I can't comprehend it. And that's one of the most influential reasons I don't comment on many things here anymore; I just don't understand simblr. Other than the fact that it's a social game parading as a moral one. And perhaps I'm bad at navigating it because of that.

But I guess what I'm saying ultimately is, no, I'm not invested in every drama here. And you're right in saying I shouldn't be, I agree wholeheartedly. But sometimes it feels like it doesn't matter, it'll come to me anyway. Like if maybe someone else said the exact same thing I did, they wouldn't get the same reaction, because they're not me. I'm aware of it now, and I'm honestly not sure if it'll ever stop, unless the people doing it move on. Until then... I suppose I've decided to just not care, to do and say what I want as long as it isn't harming my own mental health or happiness. I'll play the sims, I'll have my opinions, I'll post them. And just see how I feel, I guess.

#asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #negative

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

In a way, there are more mysteries than tragedies…

Our WIPs/Taglist-Reading Blog/Ko-fi

DNIs

Minors | Not System Friendly | Furry Haters | Anti-self-diagnosis | MAPS | Transphobes/Homophobes/Bigots | JKR supporters | Don't give proper TWs (this is for our own safety, thank you!)

We have zero tolerance for drama. If you don't like someone's work, block them and move on.

We practice reblog karma. If you reblog a game from us, please send in an ask! We always do our best to return the favor when it comes to asks and reblogs.

Welcome!

With that out of the way, welcome to our writing blog! We focus on mainly horror, romance, and mysteries, though dabble from time to time for fun. The main people on this blog are myself, Essie, along with Mel, Meyer, and Desmond. Please specify when sending in asks and read our Carrd linked above if you want to know more about us and our WIPS! Our main project right now is Infernal Serenade, a four-book series we're gradually working through to edit them together for the sake of continuity.

Why Carrd?

Well, unfortunately, and especially with the new updates, it's harder to find original posts, links break all the time, and having the information here essentially means we'd be stuck with a URL from now until the end of existence (which would be fine if we weren't so indecisive lol). So, it's just easier to have all the information off-site in one easy-to-manage place so that when Tumblr gets weird, people can still access information on our stories. It also means we'll have an easier time building on it based on information people seem to want to see!

Below you'll find an "Ask Guide" but, to summarize, just don't be a prick and know that if you have any questions or concerns, our inbox is always open! Specify who the ask is intended for when you can!

Ask Guide

Pretty much the "don't send" list is pretty obvious; anon hate or anything that seems to be sent with aggressive intent will be deleted. Any asks that make us uncomfortable can and will be deleted. Any bigotry or hate against our fellow writers will not be tolerated for any reason.

We are completely fine with being asked about our own plurality and speaking on it. Under the condition you do not ask any overly personal questions or use said information irresponsibly. We can only speak on our experiences, and understand it can be a very different experience for others. We can never speak for others, only ourselves. Don't be rude or try to psychoanalyze us, that will get you an immediate block.

It is extremely important to understand what you are seeing are drafts, meaning characters and elements of the plot are yet to be finalized, things may be smoothed out in editing, etc. along with general writing ramblings, with no promise of stories being publicized in the near future (or ever if I decide the story is best kept private).

However, we understand the sensitive nature of writing minority characters, and want to make it clear our inbox is always open to those who want to offer critiques or speak on their own experiences. To be clear, we will be doing our own research as a part of the writing process, and will always involve sensitivity readers before any story is publicized just to make sure. But, we want to make it clear this is a safe place for other minorities and that they will be heard.

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writeblr reintro

[lavenoon]

Specialty as a fanfic writer, let's go!

(Here I am taking that post very literally, so I'm gonna choose a specialty that is relevant specifically to it being fanfic, because I think it's an interesting way to think about it instead of just general writing, and I hope to explain myself well kfdjhgskñjgh)

I am assigning you "never forgets the fun! "

(And here I'll say, I really need to learn from your example on this one fjkhgkjsh)

Because Luce, literally following what you come up with is so much fun!

And that's what fanfic is! Fun! A hobby! Something that can be frustrating at times, but also is supposed to make us happy! And I just love that about what you make, because it's so clear how much you enjoy it. And just for the sake of clarity, you are an awesome writer! These are not mutually exclusive, of course, and in fact I think these aspects work so well together for what you do! You have so much fun creating your story, you know your characters so well, that placing them in a dozen variations of the same premise is absolutely no problem and I would (and have) read each and every one of them! You care so much about the connections between characters and the themes you explore and you have a blast while doing it too! And I have a blast witnessing it!

When someone makes an offhand comment and you suddenly go "Oh?", I just can perceive the little lightbulb turning on above your head and I just know we are in for a treat! Because what you make is just so genuine and heartfelt that the enthusiasm is just contagious! All the things you explore, be it by drabbles, or multi-chapter arcs, or your comics (comics are literature too and no one can change my mind on that XD), and the way you just opened a gate for other people to have fun with your AU too, it's just all so wonderful! The possibilities are endless and they're all there waiting for you to choose which ones inspire you the most!

What you make just represents the spirit of fanfic so terrifically and I am all for it, all day every day!

(and... if I'm being a little sappy for a moment here, I've always been just a bit too selfconscious about truly indulging and having fun so freely and trying stuff like this at all and I have some trouble coming out of my shell sometimes, so following along with AU and all the discord shenanigans has just made me feel the tiniest bit better about joining in on the fun, so you get a very heartfelt thank you from me for that <3)

I was gonna say the post said "on anon" but yknow, if you had sent this in on anon that would not have been anonymous anyway GFHDJS <3 That being said...

I'm blaming the fact that it's early but I really am just a little weepy and it took me like three times of reading to finally formulate some thoughts but most of them are just blubbering and or happy keysmash

Wanted to say that I just can't not explore things - but I realize I could. But where would be the fun in that? Fun has me in a chokehold and I'm never even considering not to indulge!

It makes things hard to follow and I'm self-conscious about that at times, which may make the weepiness partly out of relief/ reassurance. Always happy to hear that it's fun to follow along wherever my adhd brain takes me, and it is fun to explore - I love doing it!

I write fanfic for my fanfic, and apart from those bouts of "oh god no one's gonna be able to follow this mess of an AU" I'm so so happy to do it! There are so many different ways things could have gone, and I'm a huge sucker for the "soulmates in the 'in every universe, I'd choose you' way" trope - they choose each other, again and again and no matter how they meet, it turns out okay! Even the (discord exclusive (so far) because I wasn't confident enough to post Glamrock stuff before) version of AU where Robin works for Abra Fez with the Glamrocks - they still get to have fun with their boys! There's a happy ending! (and lots of shenanigans on the way gfhdsj)

The dynamics change and that's a lot of fun, and yeah I really just. Have to agree with your judgement - except I think fun would never let me dare forget it gfhdjsk

I love seeing what other people come up with - fanart and fanfic and the agentsona shenanigans, I always intended for this AU to be a sandbox to play in! I do it at any given moment, and it's so much more fun with other people enjoying themselves too! It can be silly, it can rely on so much suspension of disbelief, as long as it is fun! That is the most important part, and I'm glad to deliver!

(Also very glad to coax you out of your shell - it can be scary to be self indulgent when you feel so observed! Cringe culture is dead but its effect lingers! But I'm always gonna be very vocal about my support for self-indulgence because it is so much fun, that's even more dynamics to explore! It's nice, it's fun, and hurts no one - so I wish you heaps of self-indulgence in your future <3)

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #ask game #technically still fghdjs #also yes this took me an hour because of distraction and also just. the above mentioned mental blubbering and keysmash #tbh I think. I think that whatever break I took from writing publicly helped immensely #The only thing I wrote during that time was many many self insert fanfics #sometimes with the same character but different premises #so many dynamics #so I just got used to that and now refuse to rein myself in #and why would I if it gets me asks like this? #feel good #;v; <3

[dwn024]

i love uuu im so sorry you had to deal with that guy

thank you anon have i made it explicitly clear that i straight up was only regularly talking to him for maybe about six months before he asked me out and All of our interaction at that point had been within the context of RP or talking about OCs like i barely knew this dude personally and vice versa before he asked me out, then a week later i was like "actually i don't think i'm ready for this and would like it if it stopped" but in response he went "noooo let's try to make it work:(" and then got mad at me when it didn't

he also repeatedly assured me he would be patient and understanding about the AvPD thing but then that was his primary reason for ending it and actually might've been basically the Only reason now that i think about it?? idk i don't have the Fucking Essay he wrote memorized and i don't want to look at the discord DMs in case he sent more shit after i blocked him. also seriously he literally sent a whole goddamn multiple paragraph essay that did not have even the Slightest indication he would accept blame for anything He did wrong too like it was 100% "you suck as a person you are completely the only one at fault for everything going wrong you're childish i can't believe you wouldn't get over a personality disorder for my sake and was too busy with animation crunch to look at DMs for a second"

sorry i don't mean to vent about it so much but i literally have been keeping my mouth shut about how miserable i was with him The Entire Time cuz i was paranoid about him stalking my tumblr and Hey Guess What Happened. also i was mutuals with one of his friends who almost definitely is the one that was like reporting back to him about shit i was posting on my close friends instagram story or posting At All on tumblr so i have had so much goddamn shit bottled up i'm sorry for unleashing it all suddenly right now in multiple paragraph form and taking up the whole dash if the readmore doesn't work i'm putting a readmore beyond this point but tumblr has been breaking readmores lately so i hope it actually works and i deeply deeply apologize in advance if it doesn't

like the INSTANT not exaggerating INSTANT i agreed to go out with him (which by the way i only agreed to because at the time for the first couple days i genuinely did think it was mutual attraction but in hindsight it was Definitely just being happy to have a friend i interacted with semi regularly that's literally it he was just the Only Person i spoke to with that much frequency and 100% of it was talking about OCs or RP) INSTANTLY he suddenly increased the interaction frequency by like 400% and constantly nonstop DMed me every single second he was awake and ALL of it was extremely intimate lovey dovey shit like to an overwhelming degree i was NOT prepared for the friendship to suddenly turn into "actually now i want all your attention all of the time and i am going to message you the instant you pop online or start posting and it's all going to be Way more personal intimate shit than you're used to with me" like i probably overreacted but that shit scared me off BAD that's why i wanted to break it off after a week i had to stop using social media and pretend i was just Not Active for a few days just to get a break from him constantly messaging me and even then he'd still be like "hey i notice you're not online yet today but i'm gonna message you anyway^_^"

like granted he eventually Realized he was probably overwhelming me and agreed to back off a bit but that was in exchange for Not Ending The Relationship Immediately, like i TRIED to break up with him at that point because i got soooo scared but he didn't want to, he Agreed to stop demanding 100% of my attention all the time and said he understood why AvPD might make that more difficult and that's STILL the reason he wanted to end it!!!! because i was too busy with animation crunch to keep paying attention to him!!!! we literally talked about it and he said he was fine with it!!!! if something changed there and he Stopped being fine with not getting 100% of my attention all the time he should have told me instead of getting mad at me for ignoring him when i was fucking working!!!!

and he would always start really REALLY sexual conversations with me in semi-public discord servers that i Was Not Comfortable With granted i totally should have maybe asked him to stop but i didn't want to be the weird one for being uncomfortable with NSFW conversations happening in a designated NSFW channel it was just like. daily, and other people could see the messages DMs exist for a reason i really wish i had the spine to have asked him to not do that it kinda makes my skin crawl in retrospect

there's also the whole "constantly treating my self insert OC like shit in RP specifically as punishment for the OC showcasing AvPD traits that i have explicitly and repeatedly stated are me projecting my own AvPD traits onto the OC" thing. like the worst i've done to that character is made him get forced to eat a lizard and there's a running joke of him getting mugged all the time but my ex literally and unambiguously had his own OC beat the shit out of mine for apologizing too much and being a spineless pushover that got freaked out making decisions for other people and never wanted to state any of his own opinions in case they were the wrong ones, that is all shit i have stated repeatedly i was projecting onto him and my ex's OC berated and again Literally Beat The Shit Out Of Him for. and this wasn't just One of my ex's characters every time my OC had an AvPD moment no matter which of my ex's characters he was interacting with they would Always shit on him for it that does not feel good

i know there's other shit i've been bottling up i just can't remember it at the moment my memory totally sucks in general. uh he asked for my address after like two months of regular conversation and then again when i moved to my current apartment that feels weird i think that's too quickly to ask for an internet acquaintance's address

#again sorry if the readmore doesn't work i'll try to edit after posting to fix it if that's the case