#made this all in the tags and not a real post because its not fully developed

[winxwannabe]

Winx Season 9/Reboot Leaks

Okay here's the tea: earlier today a twitter user by the name of Cataclysm_Power started posting a video they claimed was from the new Winx season/reboot. When pressed for further information, they linked to a telegram chat with what appeared to be assets from Rainbow (17 screenshots/2 videos). After some C-grade internet sleuthing, I am here to give my (worthless and possibly wrong) opinion on which ones I think are real and fake.

A note before we jump in: I'm not posting full images on my blog, because again I do think some of these are real and if the leaker is to be believed, they hacked Rainbow to get them. You can look yourself through the telegram link, or others who've posted them on the Winx Club tag. I also think the leaker themselves is scammy because they've tried charging for Miraculous leaks before. Do NOT give them any money if they ask.

Real: Bloom, Stella, and Icy's asset sheets, Bloom Full Body Pose

A lot of these leaks are 3d modelling assets, and these 3 are the ones I'm totally convinced are real.

The biggest clue of their validity is the bottom banner. All 3 sheets have them, along with the same episode code and notes in Italian. They're all also linked to the same person: Pasqualino Masciulli is Rainbow's 3D modelling supervisor, and has been with the company for at least 9 years. He's done videos on Rainbow's youtube channel as well, using his shortened first name Lino. My main point is that's way too niche for someone to fake just to make some convincing leaks, and it would make sense for the assets to be tied to him.

Likewise, there's a full-body frame post of Bloom with fucking ugliest denim leg warmers credited to a g.riccobono. This is likely Giulio Riccobono, who is listed on Linkedin Italy as a Rainbow employee.

Probably Real: Tecna's asset sheet, Bloom's detailed asset sheet

Both of these are likely real but have weird things about them that make me pause. Bloom's more detailed asset sheet is missing the name, date and episode reference on it, and the notes are in English. Tecna's is missing the bottom banner entirely, and there's some weird cutting around her head that makes it look like someone hastily made a png and stuck it on there.

Unsure: Computer File Tab, MD Concept Photos, Videos

There's a screenshot of a folder with both 2D and 3D assets of all the girls. in the files. I'm not sure if this is from a computer at Rainbow or the hacker's personal folder, so it goes in unsure. I do think most of the assets in it are real - it's low res but the eyes on the 2D sketches are so similar to the ones on Rainbow's newer images of the girls I think they have to be connected.

There are also some full body concept photos for Bloom, Aisha, and Stella. They all look pretty legit (as they're updated version of images we've already seen) but Stella's has other images for 'possible pallets' included. She's the only one with it and the images look like they came from a flash dress-up game, and it gives me pause.

Lastly, the teaser videos of Bloom are probably real based on the outfit, animation and that stupid fucking Bloom shelf being in the background, but I'm placing it in 'unsure' because of the bandicam.com logo burned into the top. If it really came from Rainbow and everything else was downloaded, there was no reason for the hacker to not get the raw file. I think it's real, but I don't know if it came from Rainbow.

Something Ain't Right: Group Shot

What gives me pause in the fully-rendered group shot (even though its shown in the computer file tab) is it shows transformation we haven't seen teased and has a 'Lorem Ipsum' placeholder text. Aisha's hair also looks like it was done with AI - the back of her wings clip through the hair, and parts of it look copy-pasted. I'm stupid, it's the end of her braids. The 'Lorem Ipsum' thing still stands, but I'm re-filing this under 'unsure.'

Probably Fake: Darcy and Damien's asset sheets

I'm showing things from here on out because I'm so convinced it's fake please let me be right. Unlike the other character sheets, the ones for Darcy and 'new character' Damien have no bottom banner, are marked as 'Winx Club Season 9' with an outdated Winx logo, and have notes written completely in English. Darcy's has a bit of 3D modelling, but it's too different from Icy's. Maybe they're super early concepts for Darcy, but Damien...go home, buddy.

You're in the Wrong Place: Rainbow Pants Girl

I'm convinced this girl is from a different show and was saved to the 'Winx Club' folder by accident. Different clothing, hair, and shading. May you end up somewhere better than this reboot, Mystery Girl.

#winx club #winx #winx reboot #winx season 9 #whoever gave Bloom DENIM LEG WARMERS turn your location on I just want to talk #winx 9

[the-kipsabian]

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#idk if this is angsty or not so im just gonna throw it in the tags #but like. i fully know what my problem is. and how i could fix it. and literally the only thing making me sad and upset is myself #why? because my choice of medium is writing. because that makes it incredibly difficult to get anything out there and get people interested #in my creations. cause visual media is preferred so much over written anything cause its so much easier to consume #it doesnt help that i dont work with popular characters or ships (literally my current work im most excited about is for a ship only *i* #have contributed to so far. like.. we are talking that level of unpopular choices here) #and like. i dont say this to shame or blame anyone. this is obviously my choice. ive decided to do both of these things when i could have i #so much easier. i wouldnt be better at it if i did visual shit still. im way worse at that than writing. ive always been a writer first #but.. honestly seeing the difference with interaction and even in general interest due to these factors... #idk man. again i know this is entirely self inflicted like i chose this. i chose all of these things. and continue to do so #ive literally seen all of this. im not making it up. im not talking about just in general im talking this has happened to me personally #that rare time in june i made and posted art? do you understand the amount of ppl that said 'ive missed your stuff'? #the same people that dont consume my current works due to their form and have never went on the lengths to say the same thing about #my writing? when i took a two year hiatus from all of that basically? but a few months of visual arts? #idk fam im just. i understand all of this but im hurt. you know? #cause i know it doesnt matter. and its so much more difficult. i know there are people out there who love and appreciate what i do #and who understand how important this is to me compared to other stuff and before and whatnot #but at the same time the negatives (that are mostly in my head but they are still real things and they still hurt) are so much louder #i dont know where im going with this. im just thinking. excuse the brain barf #or dont. whatever. im just.. acknowledging my recent feelings. there is a reason i had a breakdown few days ago and yesterday was so rough #i should probably go to bed. sorry about this #its not gonna change anything in how stuff is viewed or how im gonna act about it but just.. you know. putting this out there #the inequality of how art is treated just has me thinking. that maybe im not made for this #maybe i should just be the below mediocre visual artist that does things that give them no happiness just cause it gets more attention #idk. just. yeah #good night #night is an absolute mess on main

[everythingne]

all american bitch -- ls2

After a successful concert in Miami, your twin sister is caught having a little moment with her boyfriend outside a club. Most people jump to conclusions, but you have a way to shut everyone up (and give half of the F1 community a heart attack in the process)

logan sargeant x singer!reader

warnings/notes: cheating allegations, cursing, so many sexual innuendos, sexual lyrics, terribly written lyrics should count as a warning... also I wrote this to celebrate logan 2024 <3

fc: gracie abrams

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logansargeant: thank u williams for the incredible season and for trusting this american guy and taking a chance on me. thank u @ urusername for being my rock. see u all next yr 💙

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extratv: While rumors are spiraling of potential cheating allegations against Y/n L/n, she was spotted with Taylor Swift at a local park in Miami after day two of her residency in the Kaseya Center. Has the checkered flag waved for the American 'It Couple' of F1?

user1: bro its so over for us.

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user3: people see taylor and think its an immediate break up. taylor literally helped y/n start music bc their moms are besties idk what y'all are on.

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"Do you see this shit?" You turn to look at Logan behind you, who currently has his face smushed into what was previously your pillow as he attempts to recover sleep from his season of traveling just about everywhere. You would be in the same boat as him if you weren't being hounded over doing your skincare and such everyday for tour. Because of that hounding, you had to take off all the makeup you had put on for dinner as soon as you got home. The dinner was with all your family and friends to celebrate the end of a season and the end of the first leg of your tour.

"No?" Logan blinks open his eyes and you cross the room from your shared bathroom, he lifts the blanket so you can slide in next to him in the bed as the fleeting Florida sun nips warmth into your skin before his warmth envelops you in the comfortable blankets you have across the bed as the fan above rotates on high.

You flip your phone, showing him the pictures of your sister people were using to say you cheated on Logan.

"Oh be so serious." He groans into your side as he looks at the photos, arm draped lazily over you before he plucks the device out of your hands and drags you fully under the blankets with them.

"Don't worry," He murmurs, sleep in his voice, "It'll blow over if we just ignore it."

"Logan they're trying to cancel me on Twitter." You deadpan, rolling into his embrace and snuggling against him.

"Write a song about it like everyone thinks you're doing with Taylor, play it on tour or something.'' He mumbles into the skin of your neck before giving you a soft kiss.

You hate how enticing the idea is.

"You're gonna have to review the lyrics before I post it, because I might make it absolutely filthy." You warn and Logan's eyes widen as he perks up from where he's cuddled into your side.

"Oh please, please, do." His little shit eating grin makes you burst into laughter as you nod, pulling out your notebook from your bedside table and a pen as Logan adjusts so he can watch you scribble down ideas.

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logansargeant: i apologize in advance to my pr team

williamsracing: logan please.

oscarpiastri: some times i wonder about u two. and then i hear about you and it makes me wish i never asked.

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[runaeveena]

Your dashboard if you were in a d&d fantasy world still involved in fictional erotica discourse part 2

⛰️ berenicesblade Follow

now that the new Mountain Angel volume has come out can we please tag spoilers, some of us are still waiting for our pigeon mail

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

you can access the volume in full on TomePlane!

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until TomePlane acknowledges that its interplanar storage is made possible by binding aboleths to the plane and killing them then we are going to continue not using that platform, thanks

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

aboleths killed my cousin who was a royal cleric. ill never understand why theres a whole movement to protect abyssal creatures when theyve caused so much damage to our kingdoms. and disliking a pocket dimension which provides thousands of people access to books? your attitude reeks of anti literaturism and mal-aligned virtue signaling and im not sure which is worse

🫒 tenthday237 Follow

Aliizya gets pregnant on page 62

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banished

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🏰 finchtruther Follow

okay but the way that faelor finch writes every song that perfectly fits pennbiel liiike its giving closet fangirl

🧭 waywardwarlock

seriouslyy!! like what else is "give me your unmarked hand / in the shadowfell we won't be a secret" supposed to be about if not pennipher and corabiel

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yall please dont fill up the unseen servant tag with your super fucking weird smut posts im just looking for tips on how to find my unseen servant

🪡 scç-writer

the search function on tomeblr does need to be updated but we dont have to kinkshame :)

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the site is being overrun by virgin degenerates

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

sounds like you need Wilam the Wizard with Wandering Hands to help you summon the unseen stick in your ass

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🗝️ crypt-princess Follow

so whose going to be the first to commission a painting of that scene with Aliizya and the beholder 👀

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i already asked my local artisan he said he's gotten two other commissions for the same scene lmao

🐁 softbarbarian

girl i commissioned a tapestry

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friendly reminder that devil deals are a real thing that a lot of people fall victim too and that demons are malicious and do destroy peoples lives if theyre not careful so please be careful when consuming works like Hellionfinity which romanticizes devil deals and fiendish soul contracts

🌾entangled-farmer Follow

imo any work of fiction that involves a romance between any type of fiend is not just problematic but harmful

🕯️ andersfirelight Follow

i used to be indifferent to books that had devil romance interests because like thats their whole thing theyre seducing people to get their souls and the mc overcomes it, but reading through the replies i see that Hellionfinity actually ends with the devil character as the main romantic lead which is super problematic in terms of power imbalance and the fact that he has a redemption arc is so out of touch especially since our military is finally recovering from the azgurian assault

🧚🏻‍♂️arms-of-faelor

helliofinity also has a scene where the main character uses a soul coin that an imprisoned mortal gave him and he uses it to bring the devil out of avernus so he doesnt fully die and no one in the book mentions it or talks about how messed up it is to use soul coins and we never see the now bound to hell prisoner ever again

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hellionfinity officially cancelled on my end!

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moment of silence for all the customers waiting on drink orders while the tavern wench gets her back blown out by a new guy every night ✊😔

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the gods work hard but Girthy Gladys gets worked harder

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🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

paladin and warlock romances are OUT! cleric and necromancer romances are IN!

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the only thing a cleric should do to a necromancer is beat him to death so she can revive him and kill him again

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i think we need to analyze why we're so quick to place women in categories of devious seductress or healer in romance novels as if that hasnt been the pervasive trope that holds magic-touched women back in our actual society

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

why do you assume these fictional tropes are mf couples only? can a gay cleric not beat his gay necromancer boyfriend to death?

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and off! beat him off cmon guys

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yall ever be talking or whatnot and feel like no one understands you

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say that shit fr (<- looking around clueless)

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remember when that person made a call out post for the author of ilairepeler for using a ghost writer and it turned out the author was an actual ghost. writing. like a literal ghost writer. like.

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arent you the dwarf that fucked a slaad

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how would you like to become a ghost so you can write more witty comments like this for eternity

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#round two please laff i did this at work #fantasy dashboard #tumblr dashboard meme #dungeons and dragons #d&d #bg3 #dungeon meshi #my post

[mistyresolve]

| His Foresight - Simon “Ghost” Riley X Medic!Reader (Part 1)

Word Count - 3k 

Summary - Doc (y/n) is a medic at a base camp when they meet Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley, when they meet for a second time it is because he’s been injured. During the two weeks it takes him to fully recover they develop an unspoken friendship. Simon’s next assignment is to escort a convoy across enemy lines, which would have been a walk in the park if they weren’t a part of that convoy. Even worse is when his worries and fears become real. 

Tags/Warnings - Blood and Injury, Depictions of war and violence, Explicit Language, Character Death, Trauma, Opioids (they’re prescribed but i just want to add this in case), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut  

A/N -  im working on part 2 rn but it may take a little time for me to finish and upload but im in the middle of finals and have been busy with studying so please forgive me  

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The first time Ghost came through your tent he was bringing in his comrade, Soap, for medical attention. It was a gunshot to the arm but nothing detrimental. A clean shot and the bullet had gone right through.

Ghost had remained quiet and observant but answered any questions you had about the wound. 

“When did this happen?” 

“Half an hour ago. Give or take.”  

“Any meds?” 

“Shot of adrenalin.” 

You had sewen up the gunshot and nursed Soap back to health. However, Mr.MacTavish had been a difficult patient and after a week you discharged him early just to get him out of your hair. On multiple occasions you caught him trying to escape, claiming he was fine and ready for combat at least once a day. Most special ops were deluded like that, most thought they were superhumans. In a way, they kind of were with the speed at which they recovered. You would never tell them that. It would just go to their head.   

Your tent has since been upgraded to a deployable field hospital. With a total of 50 beds and 15 staff members. 

The second time Ghost made his way your way was on a stretcher. It was a deep and disturbing stab wound to his side, and if it were even an inch deeper it would have punctured his lung. It took you the whole two weeks he needed for recovery to get the full story out of him. Apparently, it was a series of unfortunate events which resulted in a hand-to-hand scrabble. He’d dominated his opponent and came out victorious but not without injury. He’d been all on his own for hours before finally making it to Exfil. In those few hours, he lost a lot of blood and was without any sort of analgesic until he was in the helicopter on his way here. Whatever the field medic had given him for the pain was enough to completely incapacitate the beast of a man. All the same, it was doing its job and controlling the pain. Your team had to do an emergency surgery at the base camp because he wasn’t stable enough for a medivac to a major hospital. 

The man was in a foul mood when he awoke the next day. He wasn’t rude and uncivilized, but he made it clear the last place he wanted to be was bedbound in a field hospital. When it was mentioned he was going to be sent back home for recovery, he downright refused.  

Strangely enough, it was also the first time you saw his entire face. When he first came in you were so amped on adrenalin and stressed that you didn’t register that his mask had been removed. It was immediately established that no other personnel apart from the small 3-man team already working on him would be allowed to interact with him to ensure his identity remained confidential. It was more for their safety than his if everyone was being candid. Even in his charts any identifiers were redacted and replaced with “John Doe”. 

Two days post-op he insisted he be relocated to his barracks because he “could handle his own”. You compromised and told him you’d allow it under the one condition that he lets you come and check on him at least once a day. He did, but he didn’t exactly have a choice either because you would have shown up anyway. 

That was where you were right now. 

You knocked and waited for a response before letting yourself in, your supplies and kit in hand. It was just after noon when you arrived. You scanned his room. It was clean, almost barren. His blinds were half open, and the window cracked to let in the cool, fresh air. The clothes he was wearing when he came wounded were still in the biohazard bag we gave him when he left. The tray of food on the desk beside his bed was left untouched, and judging by the food variety it was from breakfast. 

Upon hearing your arrival Ghost had forced himself into a sitting position. His face flushed with the change of position. His dark eyes were rimmed red from a lack of sleep, and his facial hair was growing. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants with the insignia of his old company and a plain black shirt. The shirt was loose and thin, but it did nothing to hide the muscle hiding underneath.   

You rolled your eyes, blew out a breath, tossed your bag onto the bed beside him and pulled out the rolling chair at his desk to sit in front of him. 

“You look like shit,” you knocked his elbow in a silent demand to lift his arm. 

He grimaced but did it without complaint, “Ya, well I feel like shit.” 

You lifted his shirt to get a look at the bandage underneath. There wasn’t any shadowing or blood seeping through so you gave him a quick nod before dropping the shirt, “Have you taken anything?” 

He jerked his chin to the little orange bottle on his desk, “One of those.” 

You picked it up to read the label, Oxycodone 10 mg OD.  

“Nice, but you should be taking it with food,” you tilted your head in the direction of the untouched food. He merely shrugged, his eyes weary. His eyes turned the same golden brown of a whiskey glass in the sunlight.  

You discreetly took his respiratory rate before moving on, “Any side effects? Nausea? Headache? Upset stomach?”  

“Nope,” he said in exasperation. He leaned back onto his elbows, his long body stretching out across the width of the bed with his legs still hung over the side in preparation for you to change his dressings. 

You gave him an unimpressed look, before pointing to the garbage bin he had at his bedside. There wasn’t anything in it but it was placed here in preparation,  “If you aren’t going to be compliant I’m going to bring you back to the infirmary.”   

“It came and went already. I’m fine,” he moved to lift his shirt, hinting at you to hurry up get the dressing change done and leave. 

You scooted the chair closer, preparing your materials and supplies on his bedside table. When you removed the bandage and revealed the stitches you clicked your tongue, he hadn’t pulled any of them but the fact that it was still bleeding made it apparent he’d been more active than he should have been. 

“How’s it lookin’ down there, Doc?” He rolled, his gaze following your movements with predatory grace. You glowered at the nickname. 

You hummed, “Mhm.” and started cleansing the wound with saline before donning gloves and cleaning it more thoroughly. He hissed at the contact and you looked up, he had pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. His body tensed, and his muscles taut. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. Alluring even. Especially when he was in this position, and had that look on his face.  

“Are you going to survive?” You asked pulling back slightly.

“Just cold s’all.” 

He made it through the rest of the dressing change without so much as a flinch. In fact, he might have fallen asleep near the end for a second. He didn’t open his eyes until you finished securing the gauze with the last piece of tape. His lids were heavy and his mouth was pulled down into a slight frown. 

“You going to eat lunch?” you tugged off your gloves and threw them into the bin beside you. 

He nodded sluggishly and laid back on the bed, folding his hands over his abdomen. Maybe the Oxycodone was making him drowsy, but he looked like he desperately needed rest. 

“Did you sleep well last night?” You rolled back on the chair, giving him space. He shook his head. You quickly finished cleaning up any remaining supplies or trash before filling out his chart, “Maybe if you didn’t keep reopening your wound you’d be healing faster and sleep better.”     

He replied with a quiet, almost boyish chuckle, “I’ve been behaving, don’t worry.” 

“You’ve been nothing but extra paperwork,” you retort, tapping his leg with your foot. You stood with a snap of your notebook. “What do you want to drink with your lunch?” 

“Just water,” his eyes remained closed and you made your way for the door, bringing his cold breakfast with you. 

You returned with a new tray of food, this time you picked foods that would be easy on the stomach. The damn fool must have smelt it as you walked down the hall with it because before you could knock he was opening the door and stepping aside to let you in. 

“Such a gentleman,” you tapped his shoulder as you passed. 

He seemed to perk up at the brief contact, “As always.” 

You placed his tray on the table before picking up your bag to get ready to leave for the day, “Any last request?” When you turned to face him your cheeks heated at the way he regarded you. His face softened, melting into something akin to respect. He was so expressive and you didn’t think he was aware. Perhaps it was because he had grown accustomed to the protection of his mask. You almost didn’t wait for his answer before taking your leave, making an excuse that you needed to report back. You did, but it wasn’t anything urgent, you just needed to get out of his room. Away from him. If only to remember how to breathe. 

The process for the following two weeks was the same, only each day you stayed a little longer. You talked a little more. Despite his reputation, he was… normal. He was a little aloof and standoffish at times, and horribly, criminally unfunny, but he grew on you. You were slightly upset and maybe even a little scared you’d never see him again when you officially discharged him. Even worse, you were scared to see him again. Only, every time he returned from a mission he would come to pay you a visit. You might have considered calling him a friend. Might have considered wanting more from him.  

Soap would sometimes occupy Simon, having made a connection with you of his own. A different type of connection, but a wholesome one. Soap had made a jest about just recruiting you as the 141’s personal field medic instead of bothering you at work every other week. Simon had shot the idea down like water on a fire, and the topic was never brought up again. He simply stated, “Never letting that happen.” 

He had his reservations about you entering an active warzone, let alone going on assignments with a squad like the 141. He’s never outright said it but he developed a soft spot for you. Over the months he had unintentionally carved a hole in his chest just for you; a place where he could protect and watch over you. His fondness for you only made it all the harder when he received the 141’s next assignment. It was a regular convoy escort but he felt sick when he read your name on the list. He even went so far as to double-check the itinerary with Captain Price. Went so far as to try and get you removed from the assignment. When you learnt of what he was doing you cornered him and chewed his head off. You understood his trepidations and his actions, but both of you knew he was out of line when he tried getting you booted from the mission. 

The convoy, mainly consisting of medical personnel, equipment, and supplies, would be moving right through enemy lines to get from your current base to a new one a few towns over. It would be dangerous, you weren’t naive, but you were your own person. You were simmering, but you couldn’t help the twinge of regret for yelling at him. 

In the days leading up to the mission Simon had grown distant, but remained watchful of you. He kept quiet, but you could see it in the shadow of his eyes, and in the muscles between his shoulders that he had a lot to say. 

There was a total of 5 medical personnel that were being transported, yourself included. You would be a vehicle with Butters, who was elected as the head medic for the new base, and your driver was going to be none other than Captain Price. 

As everyone was preparing to leave and loading up the last supplies, you caught Price and Simon in a quiet conversation, you couldn’t hear their exchange but you could tell it was heated. Price rolled back on his feet, fixing Simon with a tight-lipped smile before shaking his head. With that Simon backed away from him, pointed a finger at him saying one last thing before he turned and stalked towards the vehicle he would be in, obviously unsatisfied with Prices’ response.   

Butters sidled up next to you, his pack slung over his arm and offering you yours in his other hand, “There has been a slight change of plans,” he sighed, “Our voyage is now split into two days, we'll be staying overnight in a town in between. Our route hasn’t been completely cleared yet.” 

You turned your attention to him, your brows furrowing, “So they want us to have a sleepover behind enemy lines?” You almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it. 

Butters shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the turn of events. Butters always seemed to keep his thoughts and feelings close to his chest, but it was clear very little invoked thoughts and emotions out of him. He enlisted when he was 18 years old; he was 32 now with a wife, 3 kids, and another on the way. There was a high probability he would be asking for leave in the next couple of months so he could be there for his next child's birth. It sucked because he was the only other medic you were close with. You’d miss him. 

Butters and you jumped into the back seats of one car with Price, you’d be in the middle of the convoy, Ghost, Soap, and another medic in the other would take the rear, and Gaz and Roach would be in another vehicle at the front. There was also a total of five transport trucks. The convoy would be a giant target as we passed through, which is why the 141 was tasked with our protection.   

Price explained that the ride would be slow-moving and briefed the two of you on what to expect. He instructed you both to stay alert and that there was a chance of running into a hostile.   

The first couple hours were incredibly boring, but Butters alleviated some of it by tasking you with going over the manifestation of everything you guys were hauling with you. You also made conversation with Price about his last leave, he had returned home and “sat on the patio and smoked cigars” for two weeks.

 The sound was louder than anything you ever experienced in your life. You didn’t even have time to scream before the force of the detonation knocked you unconscious. 

It couldn’t have been longer than a couple of minutes when you finally regained consciousness. The vehicle was now completely upside down, the wheels still spinning as they faced the sky. The seatbelt was the only thing keeping you from landing face-first into shattered glass and rubble. 

In front of you, Price was already pulling himself out the window and onto the street. He looked back into the cab and for you and said something. 

Nothing was processing right. Not his words. Not your thoughts. Not the sight before you. Everything was foggy, as if it was a dream. 

Price reached back for you, bracing you with an arm before releasing your seatbelt. Your knees cracked as they hit the roof, the glass ripping through your uniform. The pain didn’t even register. Price hauled you out with him before going back in for Butters. 

Only he didn’t. 

Instead, he returned with his gun. Before he could stop you, you crawled back in for Butters to get him yourself. 

You froze. There was no saving him. There was almost nothing left. 

He was on the same side the anti-vehicle mine went off. 

You slowly backed out, shaking your head not believing your own eyes. 

Price was crouched beside you, his back to the vehicle, his eyes revealed no emotion. 

You looked back down the road you had just come down and the transport truck that was tailing you had stopped before entering the intersection. Beside them was the truck that Ghost and Soap were in. Ghost was jumping out, his gun drawn. Soap slid from the passenger seat to the driver's side. The medic they were escorting jumped out the back and ran for the transport truck. 

It was then you noticed that Price was shooting at something down the intersection. You could see the flash as the bullets left the barrel and smell the gunpowder, but you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t hear anything. 

You brushed your fingers to your ear and when you looked at them they came away red. Blood.

The sheer force of the blast ruptured your eardrums. 

You watched as Ghost applied suppressing fire and sidestepped in time with the truck as Soap rolled it into the intersection.

Price looked over his shoulder at you, his mouth moving. You could see it in his eyes the moment he connected the dots and caught that you couldn’t hear he turned to Ghost. Who jerked his head towards you and met your gaze. His eyes were wide, panicked. He ditched the cover of the truck and sprinted over while Price took over the covering fire. He slid into you, his gloved finger coming up to grab the sides of your face. He was gentle but urgent as he turned your head from side to side to inspect the damage. 

You caught your reflection in one of the side mirrors, and couldn't recognize the person staring back at you. Their expression cataonic. Blood leaked out their ears, down their neck, and blood dripped out of their nose. Their teeth had gone through their bottom lip from the impact of the blast.  

A low ringing began as sounds started to come back to you. Then it turned into an agonizing peal like you had stuck your head in a fire alarm. Ghost didn’t give you a chance to cover your ears because he was already pulling you into his chest, pressing one ear into his chest, and covering the other with his free hand. Using his remaining hand he raised his gun and pulled the trigger. 

Soap pulled their truck up next to yours, making a barricade with them. He slid out, being careful to keep his head down and ready to join the fight. 

Ghost started walking back towards the buildings behind, using his body to shield you from stray bullets. He smelt of gunpowder, sweat, and dust. He smelt familiar. His hard body against yours felt familiar. You felt the reverberation of his voice in his chest as he yelled something. You stumbled back with him as he moved, but he was practically carrying you at this point so you wouldn’t fall. His gun dangled at his hip. Soap was at the door to the nearest building, kicking the door open, the lock shattering. 

The ringing in your ears was still present but you make out their muffled yelling as the rest of them filed in. Ghost sat you down at the far wall and behind rows of shelving units. Price and Soap guarded the entrance.

Price started talking into his radio, “Gaz! We got enemy fire coming from southwest of the fire hall. We’re down one and another has been wounded. We are fresh out of wheels, they planted fucking mines,” he yelled into his radio over the sound of oncoming and outgoing gunshots.  

“We’re on our way,” Gaz’s voice replied through the Ghost radio that was attached to his shoulder.  

Ghost then knelt back down in front of you and swore. His hands shook as he reached for a rectangular pack at his hip, a little red insignia printed on the front. A med-pack. He dumped its contents onto the floor, rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for. 

He lifted your leg and started wrapping your thigh, but not before you saw what he was swearing at. There was a two-inch gash in your leg exposing raw flesh and muscle underneath. 

“That’s not good,” you breathed. It felt like your throat was torn to shreds; as if you had inhaled the explosion itself. 

“You’re fine,” he didn’t look up as he wrapped. It was tight enough that it hurt and you could feel your heartbeat crashing against the pressure. Despite that, the bandage wasn’t going to last.

You choked a laugh, “You might want to get out your, ‘I told you so’s’ while you still can,” You meant for it to come off as nonchalant but your voice quivered. 

“You’re fine,” he repeated. 

“I left a kit in the back seat,” You sucked in a sharp breath when he pulled the gauze one last time to tie a knot, “I don’t know if it survived though.” 

Because it was right next to Butters before the mine tore through the side SUV he was on.

Before I could say another word, Ghost was moving towards the door. Requested for an update, then asked for covering fire before exiting the door. He returned moments later with the kit. When he brought it over he made sure to place it behind him so you couldn’t see the condition of it. You imagined it to be macabre. 

As the adrenalin pumping through your body drained it began to tremble, cold rushing into your bones. Blood was already starting to dot the surface of the bandage. 

“Powder,” You instructed Ghost. He moved fast, cutting the bandage away with the blade he pulled from its sheath at his thigh, and tearing open the packaging. It was a quick-clotting powder used to stop the bleeding. 

You were no doubt in shock because you couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He rewrapped your leg; somehow, it was even tighter than before. You heard Gaz give an update over the radio, asking for more details and you could hear Price relaying the plan. 

Your breaths became shallow and sedated, your strength ebbing away. You fought the urge to close your eyes in fear of never opening them again. 

Ghost tapped a hand on your cheek, “Don’t be falling asleep on me, now Doc.” 

You were barely able to ground out a “Sir, yes, sir,” before your chin hit the front of your chest and succumbed to the darkness pulling at you.

Part 2 

Masterlist  ❤︎ 

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley fanfiction #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #MW2 #mw2 x reader #cod ghost #cod x reader #cod fanfic #soap mctavish #captain price #MistyGhosties

[mamawasatesttube]

Tbh it’s kinda stereotypical that a lot of people view Tim as gay and Kon as bi when canon evidence suggests it’s the other way around

Tim has had several relationships with girls that show a lot of love and care even if they don’t work out. But all of Kon’s relationships with girls have been performative in some way (or were like one date with a lesbian)

But since Kon has the super strength people view him as more masculine so they make him bi, and Tim is more academic and has a lithe frame and is often made gay in fics and is given a more feminine role. Tim being a mistreated damsel and Kon being his savior is very common. It’s literally them being assigned top/bottom aka masculine/feminine, it’s just heteronormativity in a different font

YEAAAAAAH ANON GO OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its literally so true ive bitched about this exact thing to my friends before. it's both the homophobia implicit in the idea that a more "traditionally masculine" man (esp one who's not twink-shaped) must be available for m/f ships and cannot possibly be gay, plus the biphobia of the notion that bisexuality is this "half gay, half straight" midpoint default setting for any character who doesn't fit the ~gay archetypes~ or whatever.

like to be clear i have absolutely nothing against bi kon hcs. but i REALLY find the narrative of gay kon compelling (for the same reasons you state!! he has never had a real relationship with a woman) and yet. the one time i made a post about this, SO many people in the notes were like yeah bi kon is good too though. oh yeah you can have this narrative but i like him bi. as if that's a) the default setting and b) the ONLY option, because gay narratives and bi narratives have no distinctions. it was... pretty grating to be honest. it's a shitty way to treat both bisexuality And gayness.

also reminds me of the time someone left hate mail on my fic bc i described kon wearing heels and fishnets lkdjalksjdl like i laugh at it but it was. definitely someone who couldnt handle him being written as an actual queer man lmao. he HAS to be the manly man in the timkon relationship. or whatever.

ANYWAY all this to say, i fully agree with you!!! it's so pervasive and so annoying. also compounded w the number of people in the timkon tags who simply have never touched a kon comic tbh (goes back to bisexuality as being treated as a default not worthy of actual thought or consideration). alas :/

#answers #timkon #<- being brave and actually tagging it. mostly bc i want it in my own tag but haha oh well

[celosiaceo]

Taste of Normalcy (You Can Always Find Me)

Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46189747, minor edits have been made here

Tags: MC/reader’s gender unspecified, fluff, mild hurt, a lot of comfort, handholding, crying, hugging, overwhelmed MC/reader, first person POV, slight divergence from Leander’s red choice branch

Word count: ~2100

Fire.

A power so fascinating that it makes the head spin. The element that flickers with madness, waiting to spill destruction the second it can leave its bounds, but also one that offers comfort and solace, protection, and security. Does a moth know when it drifts toward a cozy lamp, and when it reaches deadly flames? Does it feel safe while hopelessly fluttering towards an open flame, fascinated with the radiating light and warmth seconds away from being devoured by it?

Where you decide that, despite being so overwhelmed by something small, you want too much of a good thing, regardless of your own reaction.

A hand was offered to me, holding out something I’ve always longed for, something I’ve wanted more than anything my entire life. Normalcy . The ability to free me from my bandage-made prison, to not hide away, to not feel like a flame about to burst onto dry branches with a single touch. Never could I have thought that my wretched, all-wrecking hands could ever feel the softness of another’s skin.

Even though I’d already felt Leander’s hand once prior, seeing him reach out once more made me dizzy, my chest tightening with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety at the memory of the first time this happened. My hand hovered over his own, now in disbelief and hesitation, before resting in his palm. Leander’s tender gaze fixed on my hand as he carefully unwinded the bandages. The glowing gold cracks on the soot-dark skin of my arm slowly came into view and got wrapped up by the warm air of the bar. The green eyes occasionally darted up to check on me, and Leander paused every such moment. A nervousness crept up my mind, but all of it disappeared with the sight of a soft smile and the feeling of a gentle squeeze over my monstrous hand.

“No one will notice”

For a moment Leander separated to tug his glove off with his teeth, and once again he held his hand out to me. “There you go. Hand holding on demand.” His lips curved upwards into a soft grin. “Whatever you want.” Leander’s next words soon followed in a whisper.

Perhaps it was because of the gin, but it was hard to focus. What do I want..? For a moment I stared down at my lap, thinking. But as I glanced up into the tender, slightly tired, and alcohol-softened emerald eyes I could barely stop my hand from reaching up to rest against Leander’s face instead. My arm trembled in the air, I felt my chest ache with a quickened heartbreak and my face heat up. “Can I touch your face..?” Despite not having a reason to, I felt a fear of having a knife stick into my back, the inviting light of the bar, the almost drowned-out lively chatter, Leander leaning in and reaching out for me so invitingly — it all felt too good to be real. But with the fear, there was undeniably desperation. A desperation for it to be true, and Leander probably saw it too.

Despite there being no reason for that, it was unexpected to me that he allowed me to go on. I hesitated, it felt like my hand was about to break an invisible barrier before would faintly graze Leander’s jaw. I still couldn’t let myself fully indulge in my own request, and it seems he noticed that also.

“That tickles. It’s fine, you can just…” Leander chuckled, eyes closing for a moment as he beamed. Instead of moving my hand away, he covered it with his own, angling it to press his cheek into my palm. I saw red dusting across his face, matching me now. The warmth surrounding my cursed hand, the kindness in the green gaze fixated on my face... A shiver ran down my spine, I felt a lump of emotions pressing at my throat, the tactility was so new, so pleasant, so addicting, but ever overwhelming…

Against the cold of my hand, his face was warm, even softer than his hand, but a fraction felt… different. Rougher, colder — the darker scar which trailed down from his cheek, to the side of his neck, to hiding under the collar of his clothes. As a blush pricked at my face all over, my fingers brushed Leander’s cheek in small circles. My lips quickly curved upwards into a smile, I saw that he was returning a reassuring dimpled smile of his own. Cautiously, I ran a finger down the rough scar. Leander shuddered, making me feel a momentary pinch of panic, and his earring jingled against my knuckles.

“You’re getting awfully bold...” Leander teased with a quiet laugh, his eyes darting away momentarily before returning to looking at my face with a lidded gaze. My pulse thumped in my ears, and my heart raced. It got harder to breathe, my head spun with jarring excitement as an almost suffocating warmth spread through me. My fingertips weren’t cold anymore, on the contrary, they were now warmer than usual. Leander slowly ran his fingers along my hand, both soothing and overwhelming me. By now I forgot we weren’t really alone, the chatter and the music in the Wick were completely drowned out by my pulse echoing in my ears. Despite my head spinning, despite feeling too hot in my own skin, I wanted to be even closer.

Even though I felt overcome by craving more, I pulled my hand back, as the hammering of my heart became too much to take. Almost instantly Leander’s smile fell to an expression of concern. I could barely hear anything through the pulsing pounding in my ears, but I could somehow make out Leander asking if I was alright, to which I mustered a nod. Without really thinking, I said something about being dizzy.

Just as quickly as before, Leander went back to giving me a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling before closing for a moment into a bright smile once again. “You’ve had a long day. You deserve some rest. Luckily, your room is just upstairs. Want me to walk you back?” As always, Leander’s first instinct was to offer me help, just like he always has done today. Again it started feeling like it was too good to be true, just now I was a moth that got burnt by a fire but still had a chance to move away to a safe distance.

And, just like a moth would, I hovered right back in to be consumed by the addicting light entirely.

With a hum of consideration, I slightly narrowed my eyes while bandaging my hand back up. As I got to catch my breath, the thumping subsided and my mind cleared up moment by moment. Looking back up at Leander with gratitude, hesitation, and a pinch of desperation , I gave a faint nod. “I… I’d be very grateful.. thank you.”

“Your wish is my command!” With a hearty laugh, Leander tucked his glove over his belt and hopped out of the booth to hold his hand out to me, which I gladly took while getting up myself. It’s not even that I felt that weak, not anymore, but the extra contact was something I couldn’t refuse.

As we walked up the creaky stairs, Leader held an arm around my shoulder, just in case, and matched my walking pace. While going up the steps I figured that I underestimated my fatigue, still, a pinch of guilt and embarrassment washed over me for having to slow the two of us down that much.

Soon enough we reached what was going to be my room for an uncertain amount of time. I turned the key in the lock, the wooden door creaked open to reveal a dark room. It was a relatively small room, but it had everything essential — a bed, closet, desk, bedside drawer, and door to what was probably an adjacent bathroom.

“There you are.” Leander patted my shoulder before pulling his arm away from my shoulder, and running it across my back. It dawned on me that I still haven’t thanked him for everything, most importantly for being this willing to help me find my cure, to be my solace. With a sigh I let my eyes fall closed, and the sensation of my heart racing came back again. I gathered my courage to turn to Leander and open my arms to initiate an embrace, and before I knew it I was surrounded by the now-familiar warmth once more.

I held my breath, and shortly I felt my whole body heat up, not just from the hug itself. I nestled my face in the crook of Leander’s neck as my now trembling arms wrapped around him in return. My eyes slowly fell closed as I tried to quietly breathe, keeping my racing heart at bay. I could feel the calming, slightly faster rhythm of Leander’s heart, despite its effect only more blood rushed to my cheeks to paint them red.

“Are you comfortable? We can stay like this as long as you’d like.” Leander’s gentle voice came out in a honey-sweet whisper. I nodded, but soon drifted into thought, as hard as that was. I’d like to stay like this for way longer than I could, as being surrounded by the welcoming warmth felt like my heart would burst out of my chest. I felt safe, I could tell that Leander was strong, but right now it felt guarding and secure instead of crushing and betraying.

Suddenly, tears pricked at my eyes. I squeezed them shut, my lip began to tremble as small drops squeezed through my eyes. I couldn’t possibly let Leander see me like that, so I hid my face, cheek pressed against his chest while my grip on his coat subconsciously tightened. His attempts to calm me down rang through my ears, but their effects were significantly smaller than I’d liked.

All hope I may have had to calm down disappeared like the green lilies earlier today when Leander’s hands slowly rubbed my back in circles to further lull me but ended up doing just the opposite. Though it was not from causing me any pain.

Why am I crying? I can’t show myself like this!

Despite my best efforts to keep the overwhelming happiness at bay, I felt dizzy again, a lump quickly forming in my throat. An evident tremble came through, I bit my quivering lip as a warm streak of tears streamed down my hot cheeks, soaking into the fabric of Leander’s clothes. My knees felt like they’d give out any moment, I barely noticed how Leander’s heart sped up a little before he pulled back to look at my face. His expression was painted with concern once again, he slightly leaned down to see me as I looked down at the floor, hands covering my face once we separated.

“There there, I’m right here for you, there’s nothing to worry about,” Leander reassured, his tone still quiet and soothing as he gently moved my hands away from my face. Closer to me than ever, I could see the details of the crinkles of his tired-looking lidded eyes, the dimples of his small smile, and the blush that still hasn’t left his face. With a sniffle and a shaky breath I nodded, trying to calm down, yet another pair of betraying tears slipped from my eyes.

My eyes only cracked open when I felt two bigger hands cup my face, thumbs brushing off my tears. I pushed a weak smile back, faintly leaning into the hands before sighing out, my breath still shaky. “Thank you… for everything.” I whispered; using a voice any louder would make it crack mid-word.

With an airy chuckle, Leanded reached one of his hands to pat my head. “There’s no need. I did say I’d do what I can to help, and I keep my word.” I finally managed to start calming down while Leander affectionately carded his hand through my hair, his expression welcoming and patient. He waited until I looked back up at him, giving a small nod before separating. Leander’s warmth lingered all over, it was indescribably comforting.

“I… I should get going, I need some rest after all…”

“Yes, I won’t disturb you, then. If anything troubles you, you know where to find me.”

“Good night, Leander.”

“Good night!”

Even as I went to my room and turned to close the door behind me, I could see Leander smiling with his eyes closed, waving me farewell for today. My heart soared as if we never parted in the first place.

#leander #touchstarved leander #touchstarved game #touchstarvedgame #leander x mc #leander x reader #touchstarved fic #reposting from my ao3 #wanted to show my writing progress (if theres been any fjjsjd) #hoping yall like this tbh… not sure how i feel about my older writing #i love this unhinged mans a lot #let’s pretend he really is just a sweetie for a moment<3

[iintervallum]

some tma and tmagp meta and thoughts, disclaimer that this does contain some more negative critique

i think i realized why i still think about tma despite not actually fully loving the podcast. i like a lot of the lore and the workings of the avatars and the meta narrative around power structures,and many of the themes it discusses and disects through the subtext are intriguing, it has a very interesting tapestry of the inner workings of it's universe

but the actual way the podcast tells it was, at some points, repetitive and a little bit boring, i would have to relisten sometimes to episodes just to remember what was happening even though i was listening to a lot of it in the same time span and should have remembered, i havent felt as much of a need to revist the story as i have with other audio dramas ive listened to. I do want to say that i genuinely enjoy tma its just not something that ive latched onto as i have with other shows.

side tangent -> and seeing how volatile the fandom was in its peak i don't want to be involved further lol. I'm someone who has a bad habit of looking at discourse and critical tags because i like fandom history and I'm nosy, and seeing posts about jmart being "too fluffy" and the ending of tma having "no impact" and how they were "pandering" right next to posts about how "traumatically tragic" the ending was and how jmart was "extremely toxic" and they made them "do terrible things how dare they" was really funny. there were legitimate critiques of things there as well but the divisive nature of s5 is amusing to me as an outsider that came in late additionally some stuff with how fandom centers whiteness and white narratives, as nice as it that there is a widely adopted fanon of Jon as a person of colour, specially a brown asian man, i think the fandom still didn't really decenter whiteness at all, like sure you're solving the sexy man problem by making them non white but have you done...any thinking into the deeper implications of it? i have, being south asian myself makes it impossible not to. tangent over

I guess some aspects did not feel as tight as they could have been, with some themes the show deals with being hits and misses. i think the structure and the statement format as iconic as it is, restricted the way the story could be told, if i'm making sense? (and the decision to go with more realisitc and more grounded horror that intersected with real world issues are a part of said hits and misses from my perspective, some things i feel didnt fully work from a narrative standpoint but thats a subjective thing that i wont get into)

thats why i'm enjoying tmagp a little more, i think they took what worked well with tma and expanded on it with a fuller cast from the offset,the inclusion of the non statement parts that tma had (the interpersonal relationships and conflicts) and intergrated it without fully losing what makes tma intriguing to listen to. tmagp so far seems to balance the cases and the character interactions well. it doesnt feel like we're just going with the same format and its not too unfamilar either.

like one thing i'm looking forward to is the guest writers, specifically a few of them since ive listened to their work and loved them, and it will be really interesting to see how their writing would work within the tma universe.

and an aspect which makes tmagp intresting as well is if you have proior knowledge of the tma universe, we know much more than the characters, and have our own perceptions of what is going to happen to them based on our previous understanding of the series and the events that transpired. we're just waiting for the characters to catch onto what we know, and all the foreboding tragedy and devastation that will come with it.

some part of me wonders, if this season will be about how tragedies like the universe ending in the way it did in s5 are unavoidable, how even in an alternate universe where the circumstances are different the same things are bound to happen again. no matter what its inevitable, the mark of what transpired cannot ever be reversed,

like there are parallels to be had with how jon was ultimately pulled into everything against his will and had not that much agency in what happened to him, even if he did make the decision to use the power he had(for both good and bad reasons), it was forced onto him in the first place. meanwhile we have sam who is desperate for a connection to something greater, as a part of his self worth is tied to being chosen, even if we know that being chosen is not what it seems, hes willing to endanger himself if it means finding out more with his curiousity overpowering the risk factor. i wonder if the outcome of it all will be the same because that would be very very interesting.

either way the tighter nature of tmagp seems to work well for it and i hope that the momentum continues till it's conclusion, and even if not I had a decent time with it so it still would have been worth it

#aster.txt #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus protocol #tma spoilers #tmagp spoilers #meta #fandom meta #critical #tmagp theory

[existslikepristin]

This is dedicated to all the people who guessed wrong on this post, because nobody guessed correctly. :soojinbully:

Anonymous editor is back at it again for this one!

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Twice, Jeongyeon, gender-unspecified reader because it's still rainbow month babyyy!, fingering, heavy make outs, a bit of embarrassment, more prose-y than normal for me, don't worry there's no actual horror in this one, voyeurism I think?, wow I spelled voyeurism right on the first try

Not Summer Yet

Jeongyeon's face, barely illuminated in a sea of pitch black, contorts in terror. Slowly, a hand rises to clasp over her mouth. Her fingers are crushing yours, grasping desperately to them like a lifeline thrown to a drowning casualty. It's not slow motion. She's just stuck that way, eyes widening slowly, like portals to some unknown hell.

You've waited for this. Yes, this terror is your fault, and exactly what you wanted. Even now, as she clings to you, fully aware of your orchestration and yet unable to deny her attachment to you, you regret nothing. A smile creeps up your lips. Yes… this will do.

The basement door opens…

Jeongyeon shrieks, and drops the mostly empty bucket of popcorn.

~~~~~

"Oh my gosh, that was so scary!" She says for the seventh time since leaving the theater.

"Ha, right?" You chuckle. You've already told her about the first time you saw the movie. Old, black and white, and so masterfully directed as to cause suspenseful dread so many decades later. It's no wonder it still occasionally gets a real theater showing.

"Sheeeesh. Well… here I am," Jeongyeon gestures at the apartment building's front door. You stroll off the street with her and get an unexpected hug. It's awkward and from the side, but with a little finagling, you twist around in her arms and return it.

She nuzzles your shoulder and drapes her chin over it. Here you are, just a couple of cuddling hamsters on the sidewalk. The smell of her perfume reminds you of your first date together. You barely caught a whiff because you weren’t sniffing her like a weirdo, but it was distinct, musky, ever so slightly fruity, an unripe grove, but the kind growing the organic stuff. You’re not sure if you could say you enjoyed the excessively salty hot pot you ate together, but that matters so little, and you found out so much you have in common, at least as far as taste in all-you-can-eat ingredients is concerned.

“Do you want to come in?”

It’s a good thing Jeongyeon’s chin is over your shoulder, because you’d be pretty embarrassed at how far your eyes are popping out if she could see them. “Yeah, sure,” you say immediately to avoid the appearance of hesitation.

A key code is punched in, a door is opened. No monsters or serial killers behind this one, but you feel some amount of suspense anyway. Jeongyeon has not made any suggestions like this yet, so the presumably sexual proposition… Maybe it’s not sexual. Seems like a stretch, but it’s best to err on the side of caution, as they say and as you definitely adhere (note: that is sarcasm).

Jeongyeon guides you through the apartment. You’re not exactly unfamiliar with its layout, but you’d rather not recall your second date dammit here you go you can’t stop it. That was when you discovered that Jeongyeon was an idol, and that you were an idiot. Several of her friends tagged along. It was sort of a triple date kind of situation. You saw them and you asked Jeongyeon, “OMG, you’re friends with Twice?” and she said, “I’m in Twice.” You then spent the rest of the evening with a glowing red face while Nayeon, Jihyo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, and Mina explained in excruciating detail all of the sex they’d already had with you up until that point. Jeongyeon was unbothered, and asked you out on a third date once the wine tasting was over. The unwitting eavesdroppers sitting at the adjacent tables, however, looked very judgemental.

You snap out of that devastatingly traumatic flashback as Jeongyeon sits you down on a bed, in her room, with the lights set quite dim. She sits next to you and her fingers entwine with yours. This adorable piece of shit must think she can win you over by being cute and wholesome, and she’s correct.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks.

You don’t need to be asked Twice (get used to it because this stupid joke will be used several more times tonight). You get on that faster than Nayeon getting naked, which is a measurement of time you have experience with. Don’t think about your second date again. Think about the third.

That was the first time Jeongyeon held your hand. You were on the roof of one of the JYP office buildings, looking out over Seoul. It was perhaps the least fancy date you’ve ever been on, and barely even counted as one, according to Yeri. There was no food, music, or dancing. There were a couple bottles of mediocre beer, a couple of lingering touches, and a couple of minds exchanging deep thoughts about the secrets of the universe. It was mostly her thoughts that were deep, you’d admit. You’ve been avoiding universal secrets whenever possible since Halloween.

It’s so electric when your lips touch you think you might need to make a call to the apartment’s manager to file a safety complaint. It’s as if you’ve known her and waited for this for years… which isn’t entirely, technically inaccurate. It’s wonderful.

Her kisses are as slow as the multi-month build up to this moment. Sitting side by side as you are, you don’t have much choice, but it’s nice. Despite the initial thundershock popping you with that ten percent chance of paralysis, you’re feeling comfortable. Her nose brushes your cheek, her wistful breath puffs off of you, and her fingers curl onto your shirt sleeve.

You respond to it all in kind, resting your palm on her knee and caressing her jawline. She’s soft, and yet you’re the one who feels like you’re melting. Maybe she’s feeling the same way, but given how smoothly she pulls you down until you’re both on your backs with your legs hanging off the bed, you suspect that she’s feeling more like a marshmallow hovering over a campfire. Soft and cool, but she’s got a s’more to warm up for—That’s a horrendous simile and we’re moving on to reminisce about your fourth date.

That date was a walk in the park, literally. It was in the middle of the night, so it felt like you and Jeongyeon were the only two people in the world, hopping onto the playground swings, hand in hand, with just a pair of nearby streetlamps keeping you from tripping over the end of a slide and face planting.

“Hey,” she’d started, “Stop me if this is weird.”

Rather than quip about how you’re friends with Yerin so nothing’s weird anymore, you kept your mouth shut.

“I have a really hard time saying things like this, but I think I kind of like you.”

Back in the present, Jeongyeon’s kisses are only barely more insistent, her breath a little needier. Your instincts are teetering back and forth between flipping her over and taking the lead because you think you know what she wants or begging her for more because you’re pretty sure you know what you want. Normally you’d have so much better of a read on the situation, but Jeongyeon is like a prescription signature.

She sneaks her hand under the hem of your shirt, lightly stroking your stomach as she pushes up. Her breath gets shaky, and she lifts herself away from you.

“Sorry,” she whispers, “I… shouldn’t…”

Just like on the swings, words don’t feel right. You touch her cheek, gently guiding her to look into your eyes. Once there, you glance down at her shirt and back up, then carefully take the uppermost button of that shirt between your fingers. You hope she’s looking for permission, because that’s what you want to give her.

Good call, that was. She quickly unbuttons the rest, from the bottom to the top. Her shirt falls open and she falls onto you, all lips and hushed breaths. Your poor shirt gets stretched near to the point of ripping as you and Jeongyeon try to pull it up and out from the middle of your crushing embrace. Both of you give up at a point, unwilling to separate from each other and satisfied enough by the skin to skin contact of your stomachs.

Such a dramatic kiss is not doing wonders for your hair or hers, as your fingers clutch at each other's heads.

Besides your head, she seems to have a particular fondness for your shoulders, and you’re obviously loving the freedom you've been given to explore her back. You aren’t even sure how you managed to unclasp her bra one-handed, but at some point or another you did. The loose, stiff fabric quickly becomes a point of discomfort, but is handled just as fast. Jeongyeon sits up, thrashing an arm to throw off one of her sleeves and half of the bra. You don't get to see much as you're busy yanking your shirt over your head, but you find yourself unable to care when she catches your mouth immediately as it becomes available again. 

Full upper-frontal contact has been achieved and you wonder how you survived this long without it. Jeongyeon’s breasts are some of the softest you’ve ever felt. Perhaps the softest. And you’ve felt a lot (including but not limited to half her roommates but let’s not get into that again). Maybe the marshmallow simile was… no, still feels weird rolling off the tongue in your mind.

On the note of tongues though, Jeongyeon is getting bolder and bolder, opening her mouth a bit more with each kiss, and lightly brushing her tongue across your lips.

Your first kiss had been significantly more chaste. It was your fifth date, and she’d invited you to a board game cafe. Unluckily for you, most of Itzy was there too (invited by Jeongyeon (your theory is that she prefers group dates as they deter her from delving into, and burning out on, deep conversations)). The two of you picked Ryujin to be on your team, which meant you got your asses carried to an absolute victory, crushing Yeji, Lia, and Chaeryeong’s spirits. The three of them proceeded to retaliate by embarrassing you, recounting their less than wholesome and more than sensual past encounters with you to Jeongyeon. Chaeryeong dropped another unexpected knowledge bomb though, recounting her less than wholesome past encounter with Jeongyeon. That one shocked everybody at the table, but you didn’t make a deal out of it, since Jeongyeon had at that point given you the same courtesy Twice.

The kiss had been on your cheek, barely tapping the corner of your mouth. Come to think of it, she hadn’t asked back then. Must not have been as planned as this make out session.

This make out session, speaking of which, is becoming less modest by the second. You’re not sure exactly when it happened—perhaps during your fifth date flashback—but your hand managed to get inside Jeongyeon’s jeans. You haven’t gotten very far, but your excitement ramps up as she breathes in through her teeth and shifts herself upward, pushing your fingers past and under the elastic of her underwear.

“Is this okay?” you mutter.

Her shaky, shallow breaths syncopate with her hurried nodding, and she plunges back down to you, her kisses suddenly giving off a distinctly desperate vibe. They’re a little more spread out now too, occasionally hitting your jawline and neck, sucking gently, encouraging you.

Your hand is soaked well before you actually reach Jeongyeon’s clit, but when you do, she has to back away from you to take in a full, shuddering gasp. She unbuttons and unzips her jeans quickly before dropping back into the make out. How considerate of her. That will make this a lot easier on your wrist, and gives you a tangential reminder of how fantastic her ass looked in these pants. She’d said as much herself, and pointed it out while you were in line for the movie earlier tonight (which was/is still your sixth date). Up until… well, up until right now… it was the closest—only—thing to a sexual comment she’d made to you. You briefly wonder if you should take back your prior thought about her winning you over by being cute and wholesome, but that is definitely still the case. Her restrained grip on your shoulders is undeniably and unequivocally still adorable.

Jeongyeon’s face, barely illuminated in a sea of pitch black, contorting in pleasure and only millimeters away from your own, suddenly becomes a lot more illuminated.

“—and I told him as long as I get some solid—” Jihyo gasps, loud and over-dramatic.

Jeongyeon sits halfway up, eyes screwed shut, lips tight, and shoulders hunched. “Fuck,” she whispers quietly enough it was probably not meant to be out loud.

Jihyo’s footfalls thunder down the hallway. “Nayeon, guess what!”

“I am… I’m so sorry,” Jeongyeon groans, placing her fingertips to her forehead.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you tell her, taking her hand away from her head.

She sighs and glances back over her shoulder. You follow her gaze to the door and see a barely hidden, peeping Tzuyu. Jeongyeon drapes her shirt onto her back again. She doesn’t button it, just sort of hides behind it.

“I guess…” she starts. She hangs her head like a wilting flower. Some mix of pensiveness and dejection, the depths of which you can certainly estimate, emanates from her. The last breath of spring has come and gone, and summer has arrived, beating fields down with too much heat and light. A hardier plant will be in her place soon, happy to provide color and aromas. “I guess maybe next time. I didn’t mean for—”

You take her chin between your thumb and forefinger, lifting her just a bit to look her in the eye. You like the mud and the mossy smell. “Don’t worry about it. It really is okay.”

Jeongyeon stares, half-lidded, for a few intense moments, and lays back down on top of you. Your mouths meet once more. Her passion is somewhat reduced, but you can feel it speeding up from its pause again.

Well, this is not quite what you meant by “it’s okay.” You were just trying to make her feel better about being interrupted, not suggest that it was cool for her roommates to watch your spicy make out session. You suppose it’s fine… Yeah, fuck it.

You snake an arm between the two of you and Jeongyeon shifts a little to the side to allow you access to her breast. This is the first you’ve gotten your hands on it, and you can fucking cut it out with the marshmallow shit. This has happened Twice already. Her tits are soft. You don’t recall the last time you even felt a marshmallow. The texture is completely different. You know marshmallows are dry as hell. You don’t need this explained to you. This is in your head. Oh, and it’s a damn good thing Jeongyeon’s not a mind reader because you’re thinking like a fucking idiot right now. Marshmallows. Fucking hell.

Jeongyeon’s tits are the tittiest. Forget this nonsense and squeeze.

It's not easy to ignore the whispers and clambering just outside the open bedroom door. Four hushed voices. Now five. This apartment is ridiculous, but deep moans bring you back into the moment and focus your mind, drowning out the other voices not with volume but sensuality. "Please?"

You don't need clarification, since Jeongyeon is already gently guiding your wrist down and back to its place inside her pants. You take it from there, getting yourself snug underneath her. Dampness becomes wet again, and her folds form an easy path to her clit when you overshoot.

Strained breaths, knitted eyebrows, and desperately grasping fingers are her unsubtle clues that you're on the right track. Her legs open wider as you circle her clit. Such a tiny button.

She kisses you. Of course there's more kissing, but it's a lot less controlled now, less accurate. Whether that's because her eyes are closed or because she twitches every time you stroke with your whole finger, swiping over her entrance while continuing the clitoral stimulation you started with, you can't tell. Either way, her lips end up all over your mouth and neck, and she makes it sound like she needs these kisses more than you.

Jeongyeon hunches down, pressing her face into your chest. Her ever-quickening, heavier breaths tickle your sternum. It seems she’s losing touch with the world, fingers fluttering over your shoulders and neck as she repeats herself in staccato whispers, “Please. Please. Please.”

And please you do (or pleased you are, or perhaps she is). You keep up the pace, almost going off-course from how slick she’s become. Flinging an arm around her back, you hold her in place, where you can kiss the top of her head, and take in that most her of scents, buried in her hair, taking you out to the woods where you can smell the soil giving of its life to the weak and strong alike. It’s only right that you give some back.

Jeongyeon shakes, and the immense restraint she was displaying fades. She collapses on top of you, her forearms crushing you into her from below. You didn’t even realize how much strength she had in such a soft body. Her breath holds at first, but croaks from her throat in tiny bursts before she can’t take it anymore and bawls it into your neck.

It takes some time for her to come down, her chest bouncing against yours in a pattern you’d definitely mistake for sobbing if she wasn’t still peppering your throat with kisses and her eyes weren’t so dry. Though, what little makeup she was wearing is now smeared across some combination of her cheeks and your torso.

“That was…” she says, then continues after a gulp of air, “Amazing. You’re amazing…”

You can’t help but smile and say, “No, you.”

Her lips twitch up until she’s smiling back, and she gives you a deep kiss, reminiscent of every flower you’ve ever seen bloom. “Stay here,” she mumbles against your cheek, “Okay?”

Without waiting for your response, Jeongyeon peels herself away from you, onto her feet, and toward the bedroom door. One pair of footsteps thunders away (probably Jihyo again), but you can still see multiple heads peeking through, blushing furiously, and one that isn’t blushing at all (Chaeyoung’s).

One small fist reaches past the door, which Jeongyeon quickly bumps with her own before she gently pushes it away and closes the door. The room becomes even dimmer, but with your mostly adjusted eyes you can still see Jeongyeon turn to face you again. Her form is merely outlined by her open shirt and pants that are barely hanging on to her hips.

“May I return the favor please?” she asks politely.

You can’t imagine denying her.

#kpop smut #fanfic #twice smut #twice x reader #twice x you #jeongyeon #jeongyeon smut #gender neutral reader

[horseimagebarn]

hello and welcome to the horseimagebarn weekly interaction recap where every friday i respond to all the fun reblogs and comments and such from the past week

first off another bit of housekeeping which is that if you mention me somewhere or tag me or comment or something it is likely you will not receive a response because i do not like to clutter my blogs feed with public responses so i wont reply to every single thing as i feel it takes away from the purpose of this account which is horse images and also i cannot comment as this is a secondary blog so if you wish to contact me and receive a response please dm me whatever you want to as my dms are always open or use the ask function if it is a question or statement you think is humorous or suitable to be published to my blog and if you are not comfortable with this that is okay because rest assured i read every single notification i receive and i wordlessly appreciate each one

apologies to continue the trend of a little announcement at the top this is something that has been plaguing me as i dont want anyone to think i am ignoring them or did not see that they were thinking of me as i always do see it and am always honored to be on the minds of others

i will also now be responding to asks here that i deemed not essential or didnt answer because i didnt want to spam so now is a time of excitement and joy

but i think they like it

i stand by the belief that no man could conjure up the idea of a horse without any prior knowledge of one they are fully unique and real and are unable to be made up just because of the broadness of their concept

one might say there is something morally reprehensible about humans tearing down environments to create spaces of inside where only humans and their chosen pet creatures are permitted and anything else is considered a pest or intruder that is to say i believe horses should be allowed inside if they want to go inside

though i know taste is subjective and that all fruits of nature are beautiful and deserving of enjoyment and that i ought to keep my personal opinions to myself on the horseimagebarn account i will stand by my statement that apples are in fact yummy specifically red delicious apples are my favorite

redraws or edits or anything of the images i post are always permitted as i do not claim ownership of any image i post as i am not the original photographer of any of the images though i wish i was because what a life it would be to live taking so many humorous pictures of horses

i do not have autism i think but i appreciate you friend

i can assure you i do exist in the real world i am not just a tumblr bound entity however i would prefer a hug over a kiss as i am already spoken for

this comment is from the picture of the horse with its head stuck in a tree and i can reassure you dear viewer that the horse is not dead according to multiple articles reporting on the incident

i see many people comment on this so fun fact the neighhhh tag i use only for the horse images i post so that when perusing my account or archive if you wish to only see the horse images and not any reblogs or asks or similar non-horse image things you may sort via the neighhhh tag and also if you were not aware the reason the horses are often tagged with a strange word or emotion is because the horses are sorted based on 10 emotions being love friendship sloth lament anger cursed indulgence whimsy intelligence and joy so you can more easily find the emotion youre looking for when on the hunt for specific horse images

shoutout dalton

#horse #horses #horseimagebarn weekly recap

[quodekash]

guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

[blipblepbloop]

ok i’m dying to know what ur realism gripe is about the body that you mentioned in the tags of your reblog of my post about it

BAHAHA ty for noticing my commentary hidden in the tags so i can make this rant post about it lmao

first off, im aware its a tv show and some things need to be dramatized or exaggerated for the purpose of achieving a certain effect in the show. especially in an episode like the body, a lot of choices went into very intentionally setting a tone for the episode. however, that being said-

towards the very beginning of the episode, buffy calls 911 and a couple of paramedics show up. they tell her that her MOM is DEAD, get another call, and UP AND LEAVE. and in real life they would absolutely NEVER FUCKING DO THAT and it drives me INSANE every time i rewatch it.

take this with a grain of salt because the extent of my medical knowledge is first aid and lifeguard training, but according to everything ive ever been taught about BASIC FIRST AID they absolutely should not have left her alone, because they weren't done treating every patient on that scene. buffy is quite VISIBLY in shock, which requires treatment just as much as a physical injury. yet all they do is tell her to sit down, ask her if there's anyone else coming, and then leave. like they don't even at least make sure she's sitting down or confirm in some way that somebody's coming before just leaving. maybe protocols and training with that sort of thing was different at the time that the ep came out, but i kind of doubt it. she could have fainted, she DOES throw up, and just...who actually thinks its a good idea to just leave someone whose mother just died and is clearly in shock completely alone?? certainly not trained medical professionals.

again, i could potentially be wrong about this, and im also fully aware it was for that dramatic intense effect the audience gets from her being left completely alone to deal with the fact her mom just died, but today at least that definitely is not how that would go down. at least one of the paramedics would have stayed behind and talked with her and made sure she was okay at least until giles got there. and it mostly just makes me upset for buffy because she should not have been treated like that lol.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #cw medical talk #emetophobia tw #throwing up mention

[safetycar-restart]

TENDER IMPERFECTIONS [SEBASTIAN/CHARLES/READER]

DISCLAIMER: This is an NSFW Charles/Sebastian/reader imagine with submissive Charles and Sebastian and dominant reader. If that's not your vibe or you're a minor, do not click read more and simply scroll onwards.

I originally posted this as part of my poly month challenge, but since it ended up being a full length imagine, I decided to post it on its own with the correct tags for exposure. If you like what you see, then come check out the rest of my blog :))

It all starts one night when Charles had had a little too much to drink and confessed to Sebastian the real reason he never manages to keep a partner long term: he cums too quickly.

He said that and then immediately ordered two more shots for himself and disappeared for the rest of the evening. When Seb saw him again, he wouldn’t look him in the eye so Seb knew not to bring it up again.

But it bothered him. It bothered him to know that no one had ever really tried with Charles, made Charles feel like he was good enough.

Maybe a few years ago, before you, Seb would have ignored it. But now that he has you, has a Dom that makes him feel truly seen and accepted with for all his flaws not in spite of them. And he wants Charles to experience the same, can’t stand the thought that no one has done that for him yet.

And yeah okay there’s also a part of him that’s hidden deep away that just really wants to scene with Charles and love him and submit with him.

Charles knows you’re his Dom. Seb let that slip on purpose after Charles’s confession, both to show Charles that he too had sexual secrets and also to see his reaction to hearing you were a Dom.

And Charles had looked so… wanting? Like Seb has just described his inner most desires.

When Seb brings up his idea to you, you immediately like the sound of it. You knew Charles enough to know that he would make a beautiful sub, would love to be taken care of. And the knowledge that no one has done they before…. Yeah you’re more than willing.

Charles is hesitant when Seb suggests it. Not because he didn’t want it, but because it sounded too good to be true. He was sure that you and Seb simply didn’t understand how much he would disappoint the two of you.

But he knew he’d never get an opportunity like this again, and he knew he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t try this.

The first time he cums, it’s in his boxers before Seb has even had time to remove his clothes. You kissed softly and whispered praise in his ear and palmed him in his boxers and he was gone.

And fuck he looked so pretty? Whining and crying and leaning fully on you because he can’t hold his weight. He collapses against you when he’s done.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbles, “sorry, tried to hold it.”

You sush him instantly, calling Seb over to help you and the two of you shower him praise, thank him for cummings so beautifully and promise him that he’s done nothing wrong.

He clearly doesn’t believe you, but fuck he can’t deny how good it feels so be loved on after he cums. No partners have comforted him like this before, had held him and praised him and given him soft kisses as he caught his breath.

“Finished?” You ask him, kissing his cheek again, “or do you want to carry on? Or Seb and I can carry on and you can watch?”

Charles wants to carry on. He absolutely wants to carry on.

You have Seb open Charles up with his tongue first and his mouth second. You hold Charles tight while Seb does it, praising him and encouraging him to cum as much as he wants.

He gets all squirmy in your arms, but you realise it’s the wrong kind of squirmy. He’s uncomfortable.

“Charles?” You ask, motioning for Seb to stop, “what’s wrong, honey? You can always safeword out, you know that.”

“No no no,” he’s quick to say, panicked, “I don’t want to stop!! Please don’t stop!”

You soothe him as best you can, reassuring him that you won’t stop if he doesn’t want that, but that you need him to communicate if there’s something he wants differently.

You stroke his face as you say it, watching his expressions, and as you say he must tell you what he wants…. He just takes your thumb into his mouth?

“Ah I see,” you say, “you want to suck on my fingers?”

He nods so quickly it’s almost comical.

“Of course you can,” you tell him, moving your thumb and giving him two of your fingers instead, “you wanna suck on my fingers while Seb opens you up? Good boy.”

And holy fuck he’s so happy then. He sucks on your fingers, letting out muffled cries as Seb slowly opens him up, but he’s so comfortable and it’s so obvious that this is what Charles has always wanted.

Seb, meanwhile, is overjoyed. You’ve never seen your sub looks as content as he is right now, pleasuring Charles and slowly grinding down on the bed.

It’s not surprise that Charles cums the moment Sebastian inserts a third finger. His cock is completely untouched this time, spilling all over his belly as he cries out and hides in your shoulder, his hips bucking up into nothing.

You praise him again, “such a good boy, cumming so nicely for us,” you say softly, kissing his cheek and looking down at Seb. Seb starts praising him too, kissing his inner thigh to comfort him.

You fuck Charles with a strap when he’s ready. At first you choose missionary, thinking that Charles will like the closeness. And he does, but you can tell he’s a little uncertain again.

“How about you get on your hands and knees for me, and then you can suck Seb off at the same time?”

He smiles so wide, “Yes! Please! Please can I suck seb? I’ll be good I promise!!”

You kiss his nose, insisting that he’s already being a good boy and that of course you’ll let him.

And Seb is in heaven? He gets the perfect view of you fucking Charles from behind and Charles is sucking his dick?

Charles cums a third time with seb’s cock in his mouth. His arms give out when his orgasm is done, and he ends up face planting into seb’s groin.

“You got another one in you?” You ask him, pausing inside of him.

He nods, “Think so…”

But you can tell Seb is getting close, you want this to be good for your own good boy too. So you make Charles make Seb cum before you carry on fucking him. You keep the dildo deep inside him though, because something tells you he’d start crying if you made him be empty.

And fuck Charles adores making Seb cum. He doesn’t complain about not being fucked at all, not when he’s sucking on seb’s cock. You grab Charles’s hair and push him down onto seb’s cock, making him choke on it as seb cums down his throat.

He’s just gone by then, cum all over his lips and chin and tears down his cheeks and hair messy and sweaty. He falls back down onto the bed, head on the mattress as he softly begs to please be fucked again.

Seb doesn’t move as you fuck Charles, keeping a hand on Charles’s hair to comfort him as he fuck him hard and fast. He cums the moment you touch his cock, and by this point there’s barely any cum leaving his cock because he’s so spent.

He can barely even lift his arms by the end, just curls up in seb’s lap, not even caring that he’s resting in a pool of his own cum.

His aftercare takes hours, Seb and you cuddle him and praise him and handfeed him and make sure he stays the night. But in the morning, Seb is clinging to him and asking if he wants breakfast and clearly not wanting him to go yet.

And well… Charles will stay as long as he’s allowed.

#charles leclerc #Sebastian Vettel #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc x you #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[lacefuneral]

also this isn't directed at anyone, it's something that i just remembered. i forget if i've made a post about this before or not? or if it was just a draft

but like.

"pillow princess" is not a synonym for "submissive" or for "bottom" or "slutty"

a pillow princess is a derogatory (but sometimes reclaimed) term that refers to a very specific type of sex, known as stone sex.

stone sex usually occurs between a stone top and a stone bottom, but it can also occur between a stone partner and a non-stone partner that respects the boundaries of their stone.

to put it in a very simplified way: stone sex is when one partner does all the giving, and one partner does all the receiving.

this is done specifically because of boundaries. often, stones are individuals on the asexual spectrum, or individuals that have experienced sexual trauma in some way, or simply just prefer the stone dynamic. stone allows individuals to have sex in a way that distinctly feels Safe to them.

in real life, boundaries will differ from stone-to-stone. but in general, stone tops prefer to remain partially (or fully) clothed, to not have their genitals touched in any way (they often use fingers, a prosthesis, their mouth, or a toy to please their partner), and to lavish attention upon their bottom. they receive pleasure vicariously through their partner's pleasure.

stone bottoms (pillow princesses), inversely, enjoy to be pleasured by their partner, but do not feel comfortable returning that pleasure directly. instead, they will praise their partner, pet their hair, scratch them with their nails (consensually, of course), and make their partner feel safe. often, they try to put on a show for their top, trying to make sure the top knows that they are doing a good job.

stone sex, while not traditionally reciprocal, is still reciprocal in its own way. and it's a dynamic that allow many people to enjoy sex that may not enjoy it otherwise.

when you write about stone sex, know that "pillow princess" doesn't mean "slutty" or "open for anything." and it also doesn't mean "lazy" or "selfish." and keep in mind that the purpose of stone sex is safety. if you tag a fic as "pillow princess" and have the bottom deepthroating the top, you've missed the entire purpose of the stone dynamic, and you are misusing terminology that stones use to find themselves in literature.

(i'm speaking from experience btw. i went to read a fic i thought was stone and ended up getting triggered because i wasn't in the headspace to read about "traditional" sex)

so yeah. do some reading about it. i will say that a lot of resources usually talk about stone dynamics as they relate to lesbianism, but people of all genders and sexualities participate in stone dynamics and have stone sex. it's VERY, VERY common in trans people, especially.

#''jay are YOU stone'' #still figuring that out! #i do know that i have a lot of physical limitations due to disability #which would make me a de-facto stone prince - something i'm not super jazzed about #but also - i don't have the experience to know if i would /want/ traditional sex #regardless - i find that reading about stone makes me feel more at ease with myself #and i would like to see more writing about it! #and i think people who /do/ know for certainty that they are stone deserve that representation too

[artinthedark83]

To the pro dom/me chat bots.

Dear Sir, Ma'am, or whatever your programmer wanted you addressed as. You are receiving this copy paste response because you sent me a copy paste introduction.

Hey, Hey you, Hello, Hello sissy, Hello faggot, hello sub, hello sissy cumslut, hello bitch, and other such pathetic attempts to endear yourself to me are SUPER weak and obviously not genuine. Seriously do you actually think you can just walk up to someone and say that crap and be taken seriously? Who the hell does that?

Oh and if you have the word 'goddess' in your name / handle then I automatically lose 100% respect for you, and since you probably opened with 'hey bitch' then you're waaaay into the negative / red in terms of respect. You're just too self absorbed to be taken seriously.

IF you are actually a human being and not a chat bot AI then its possible you may feel offended by me calling you out on your bull $#!t, you may be thinking that you made a post that I liked and that somehow gives you permission to contact me. Let me clear that up real quick, if I 'liked' your post, then it was for the photo you posted even though you do not have any claim of ownership to that photo.

Stealing some ones artwork or photography and then adding some BS tag to it about your only-fans, your Instagram, or your other money grabbing scheme is pathetic and you should be ashamed of yourself.

I made it very clear in my profile that I am not looking for or interested in giving you my money, my time or my attention.

I am fully encouraging everyone here on Tumblr to save a copy of this and use it to respond to you and all the others like you. No you're not alone, you're not unique, you're not original and honestly you're not even trying.

Oh, and Im also reporting you for spamming. I know its not really effective but I do soo love the thought that you'd finally managed to trick someone into your schemes and are close to getting their credit card info, and then having your account suspended because I and others lke me have reported you for being the human shaped filth that you are.

Have a wonderful day and dont choke too hard on that bag of dicks!

SINcerely, EVERYONE

[roseburning]

I want a Good!Tom Riddle that is NOT Tom X Harry!

I recently read Chamber of Secrets for the first time and, as someone who watched the movies first, I was genuinely surprised about how much I relate to Ginny Weasley!

Tom Riddle is incredibly charming and, just like little Ginny, I completely fell for it (even though I knew he was Voldemort all along). I just couldn't help it, he plays the role of the sweet, innocent Golden Boy too well!! I genuinely felt sorry for him when he started blushing while talking about the orphanage he lived in 💔

Obviously it's just a facade, a mask he wears to manipulate people and not his real self. I'm not at all trying to somehow justify the actions of Lord Voldemort. I'm just saying that, like Ginny and Harry, I fell for him.

But when I decide to search online for Alternative Universes where he was actually this prince charming with a heart of gold (*hyperbole*) that he pretended to be, I only found disgusting Tomarry smut.

I do understand that this is a crack ship that shouldn't be taken seriously, but damn, I must say I'm deeply disappointed and sad. Apparently, Tom Marvolo Riddle can only be "good" when the author wants him to fuck Harry James Potter.

And those fanfiction don't even base his "good side" on what we actually see him performing in the book, but apply the most generic and cliche 'cold, no feelings boyfriend and only y/n can made him love again' personality, but y/n is just called Harry.

I'm deeply mad at this fandom. Tom Riddle could be such a layered and complex characters if we consider his Golden Boy Persona as real, or at least something he's trying to be.

I know that J.K. Rowling dives more deep into his past in later books and I currently only read books 1 and 2, but from I could see, good!Tom Riddle (canon based + a bit of my headcanons): Comes from a negligent (possibly abusive) household that he much rather not go back to;

Tries to be the perfect boy in school, in a desperate quest for acceptance;

Tries to do what he judges right, even if it hurts other people or himself, it's for the greater good;

Does not have actual friends because he can't bond with people (and some people think he's just a show off);

Is a Teacher's Pet because he subconsciously wants validation;

Spent 5 years trying to learn more about who he and his mother's family are;

(Probably has a pet Basilisk — who might or not have killed Myrtle);

Gets along better with snakes than humans, because he doesn't need to try so hard around them.

Speaks Parseltongue in his sleep.

I'm fully aware that it also sounds very cliche, and I the need to say that as I, myself, don't ship Tom and Harry at all, I'm not here to hate this ship or on its shippers. “Ship and let ship.„ You do you, guys. I can understand how the whole Dark Mirror situation could have been appealing to some.

I just wanted to vocalize my frustrations about this damn ship basically monopolizing the "Good Tom Riddle" tag on Ao3.

I'd love fanfiction recommendations about it if you have some <3

(I also think we should talk about more about the friendship between Tom Riddle and Ginny Weasley, but this is a talk for another post. Anyway, if you got some platonic recommend for them, I'd love to read! <3)

For the love of Merlin, fanon is not canon and this doesn't justify Voldemort's actions at all.

Love ya!

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