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[joshsjipple]

Brother's Best Friend, pt 2

JOSH KISZKA X FEMALE READER

A/N: Hey my loves! Finally posting this and wrapping this little blurb up! Just wanted to say Tumblr isn't letting me reply to your comments, but I am seeing them! I seriously appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. I'm so happy you guys are enjoying my content:) This is also heavily unedited!

Word Count: 3.2k

WARNINGS: 18+ graphic sexual content! unprotected sex (wrap before you tap people), teasing, dirty talk, praise, oral sex (m/f/rec), choking, language, minor cock warming, p in v, throat fucking, gagging, dom/sub (switches), use of vibrator, spit play, feelings, and light fluff. Sorry if I missed anything!

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

When a knock on your front door appears and causes you to falter while putting dishes away, you check the clock. 10:30. You’re a bit concerned at who would be at your door this late, but nonetheless, you patter over and look through the peephole. You wouldn’t have been super surprised if it was one of your friends or even Henry coming to assure you’ve forgiven him, but seeing Josh with his hands stuffed in his pockets was last on your list. 

“Josh? What are you doing here?” you ask once you’ve opened the door. You try to hide the annoyance in your voice but you can tell by his knitted eyebrows that it didn’t work.

It’s been three weeks since you and Josh hooked up. Three weeks, and not a single word from him. You should have been fuming at the fact he was standing in front of you right now, gleaming at you with puppy dog eyes, but you didn’t try to contact him after the fact either.

“I know it’s late, but I just got back from New York and I needed to see you.” he says, pushing past you into your apartment. You scoff and follow behind him, slamming the door behind you.

Your heart leaps at the fact that him being away was probably the reason he didn’t reach out. “Oh. How long were you gone?” you can’t help but ask.

“Only a week,” he rubs the back of his head. 

“Oh.” you feel your expression drop back into its subtle annoyed pose. “So you don’t have an excuse?”

He stares at you, trying to decide what you mean. “An excuse for what?”

You bite your lip and shake your head. “Gee Josh, I don’t know! Maybe the fact we shared an intimate moment and then you told me you wanted to be with me and then ghosted me?”

“I know, Y/N. I know, okay? But you didn’t reach out either. I just figured you needed time.”

“Yes, I did, but three weeks?” you stare in disbelief. “Whatever Josh. Can you just go? I have things to do.”

“At 10:30? What could you possibly have to do this late?” he tilts his head. 

You take this as a challenge and rummage through your mind for an excuse. Only one thought pops in your head and you bite your lip as you decide if you should use ir or not. “I need to relieve myself.” You watch as his jaw falls open slightly, showing his white teeth. The skin of his cheeks turns into a soft shade of pink as he soaks in your words. “So I’d really appreciate it if you left. Right now.”

“Woah, wait a second.” he resists against you as you try to guide him back to the door. “You don’t want me to help?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. 

“How do I score an invite?” he tries again. You sigh and try to push him back to the door, but he holds his ground.

“You don’t. Now go home.”

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” he rasps. You remove your hands from his shirt and stare into his big brown eyes. No man should ever look this desperate to please a woman. Paired with his teeth tugging at his bottom lip and his hands settling on your waist, he puts up a good fight. “Do I need to beg?” he asks, tugging your shirt up with his hands. 

“Be my guest,” you say, pushing away from his warm body and disappearing into your room. 

At first, you’re unsure if he’ll even follow you there. Josh was huge on consent, and you didn’t exactly say yes. Your worries vanish after a few seconds when you hear his footsteps approaching your door. You stand next to your bed, hands folded across your chest. When he finally appears, he shuts your door and stands a few feet from you.

“Where do you want me?” he smirks.

“Right there is fine,” you say, pointing next to your nightstand.

Like a puppy, he does exactly as you say. You have to turn away from him to hide the blush on your lips as you remove your shirt. Wearing nothing under, you toss the material on the floor and begin to shimmy your way out of your pants.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he huffs from behind you.

“You can watch.” you say through a grin.

Without turning to catch his reaction, you wander to your dresser and dig in the top drawer. Finding your pink vibrator, you clutch onto it and crawl on your bed. Josh smirks at you, obviously enjoying the show you’re mindlessly putting on for him. 

“It’s pink. How cute.” sarcasm oozes from his mouth.

“If you touch me this is over and you leave my house, got it?”

He opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it, deciding a nod would be better for his current situation. You turn on the device and the hum combined with Josh’s eyes staring into your soul makes you squeeze your legs together. Shaking away the shivers, you prop yourself up on your headboard and begin to open your legs.

“That’s it baby… spread your legs.” he begins to palm himself through his jeans.

Immediately, you snap your legs shut and sit up. “Don’t do that,” you growl defensively. “I’m in control here.”

“Right,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “I’ll let you have your moment.”

“On your knees,” you direct him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. He obliges, falling to his knees right in front of you. “Good. Just sit there and look pretty, mk?”

You watch his fingernails dig into his clothed thighs as you run the member through your folds. You make sure to spice up your reaction, rolling your eyes in the back of your head and letting out a soft moan. Josh sits there, as he’s told, a glimmer in his eyes. You continue sliding the device through your slick, biting down on your lip when it comes across your clit. He adjusts himself, letting out a groan as he searches for friction through his pants.

“Jesus, fuck Y/N. Do you want me to beg? Cause I will.” he growls. 

You pull the vibrator away from your heat and think for a moment. It’s a nice visual to imagine him on his hands and knees begging to get you off, but you sweep it from your mind. Holding his gaze, you flick the utensil over your throbbing clit. Your hips grind up into it, a long breath leaving your lungs.

“Please, Y/N. I need to taste you so bad,” he begins, a mischievous shimmer in his eye. Your guard shatters as he slowly crawls to you. Your breathing hitches as he makes eye contact with your heat. “Open up for me. Let me see you.”

Shamefully, you do just that. His tongue darts out and traces his bottom lip. Your skin flourishes with goosebumps as his cool breath reaches your center. “How do you plan on ‘being in control’ if you can’t touch me?”

He smirks, obviously having a plan. He shrugs and says, “I don’t know, mama. Wanna find out?” You nod quickly and he lets out a low chuckle. “I thought so. Now touch yourself.”

You falter for a moment, but begin to drag your fingernails across your stomach. Squeezing one of your breasts, you toss the vibrator to the side. You drag a finger over yourself, relishing in the feeling of actual human skin causing you pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut in hopes of escaping his glare, but you feel his eyes lingering on your skin. You squirm, imagining his finger teasing your clit. It’s stupid, considering he’s right there and would gladly do it for you.

“You’re so pretty when you’re like this,” he hums, blowing cold air across the nipple that’s not threaded through your fingers. Your back arches involuntarily at his words. “I wish I could touch you, baby. I’d make you feel so good until you’re crying for my cock.”

You circle your clit quicker, earning a low grunt from Josh. “You wish.”

“I do,” he responds without a pause. “I wish so bad.”

You add another finger and work your bundle of nerves furiously. Josh’s hovering above you, not a single piece of him touching you. It’s driving you insane and there’s nothing you want more than to feel his tongue sucking your clit. The image of him between your legs in the car pops into your mind. His cheeks were red, his chin covered in your release as he stared at you through hooded eyelids. You use this image to help resist the urge of letting him win.

When you arch your back even farther, your chest nears his face. He breathes out, the warm air coating your body. “Say the words and I’ll make you cum harder than you ever have before.”

You groan. “No.”

“Your funeral,” he smirks, sitting back on his ankles. You don’t know when he crawled onto the bed, but that thought was the farthest thing from your mind as he began to unbutton his pants. You scoff at him, perching yourself back up on your elbows. “What? You said I couldn’t touch you.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Says the girl who’s getting herself off for my own personal torture,” he bites as he works the fabric off his legs. 

“You should have called, Josh.” you hiss, working your fingers back over yourself. 

You drag a finger to your entrance and slowly slide it in as Josh removes his last layer. His cock is hard as a rock, precum leaking from the tip. Your body jerks at the sight of a vein protruding from the side. In one swift, fluid motion, he tugs the shirt off his back and tosses it to the ground. He returns to his cock and it looks painful as he takes it into his hand and begins to fist himself. Your heart nearly explodes as he does the most vile thing a man could ever do; spit on himself. You moan his name as you watch him begin to jerk himself. You begin to move your finger in and out of you faster.

“Add another,” he demands in a hoarse tone. 

Your body shakes as you slide your ring finger back into yourself, along with your pointer. Sloppish noises fill the room as you and Josh both work towards your climaxes. Your eyes are glued to Josh’s cock, his glued to your dripping center. 

“Give me that,” he stops his motions and snatches the vibrator from beside you. When you open your mouth in protest, he stops you. “You only said I couldn’t touch you.”

“Stop cheating, Kiszka.” you growl, your stomach muscles tensing as your fingers pound into you.

“Let me touch you,” he tries one last time.

“Not happening,” you say, removing your fingers from your entrance. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” you say confidently, knowing damn well you’re screwed. 

He flips the switch on and settles between your legs, careful not to let any part of himself touch you. He holds the device in the air and presses it to your clit. You jolt from under him as he abruptly pulls it away from you. Then, he flicks it off before sliding the tip of it into you. Your hands grip your bed sheets as he pathetically slides the tube in and out of you, just fast enough to keep you stimulated but too slow to get you anywhere. 

“Josh,” you whine and buck your hips against the toy.

“Nope,” he teases. “Your turn to beg.”

Anger splashes through your blood as you bite down on your lip. “I’m not begging.”

“Just surrender already. You’re so difficult.” he whispers. 

“Please touch me, Josh.” you pathetically say, your words strained. 

As soon as those words leave your mouth, he removes the vibrator and abandons it on the bed next to you. You expect to feel his lips sucking on your clit immediately, but he starts at your ankles. Placing delicate but wet kisses along your skin, you grip the sheets tighter. He nips at the inside of your thighs, tugging and sucking on your skin. You have hope when his lips brush across your folds, but they abandon that idea and he kisses your belly button instead.

You grab his head of curls and push him back to your heat. “Either make me cum or leave.”

“So demanding,” he rolls his eyes before diving in.

Immediately, he takes your clit into his mouth. His lips knead the swollen bundle of nerves and when he tries to pull away, your hand holds him in place. “So fucking hot.” He continues to lap at your clit. “I could cum just from getting you off, you know that right?”

You clench your teeth before saying, “Get on with it.”

He giggles against you, the vibrations causing an extra wave of arousal to rush through you. Luckily, Josh can tell and quickly reattaches his mouth to your soaking core. His tongue teases your entrance as his lips work around. He acts like a starved man as he devours your pussy. 

“Do that again–shit–just like that, baby. So fucking good.” you shiver underneath him. 

His hands grip your ass as he forces you farther into the heat of his mouth. Your thighs squeeze around his head and he pulls a hand from under you to hold it down. The unrelenting force of his mouth draws you closer to the edge and your legs begin to shake as stars appear in your vision. With your hand fiercely tugging at his curls, you thrust into his face. Josh welcomes it, humming in pleasure. 

That motion sends you into oblivion. You become a withering mess, your body jerking from side to side as an orgasm rips through you. His name, along with a dozen profanities, leave your mouth. Josh doesn’t stop his motions of licking, sucking, and stroking until your body stops shaking and your release coats the bottom half of his face. 

Gathering your strength, you blink motionless at the ceiling. He kisses your thighs, gently licking up any access cum he didn’t catch in his mouth. Once you’re cleaned up, he crawls over your limp body and falls against you. His arms wrap you in a tight hug and you can feel his cock twitch against your leg.

“You okay?” He says as he kisses your ear.

“I want to make you feel good, Josh.” you say in a hushed tone, snaking your hand down to the shaft of him. The contact makes him jump and thrust into you. He whimpers into your neck, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. “Sit up for me, pretty.”

He listens and you crawl over his outstretched legs. You run your tongue over his belly button, tracing his happy trail all the way down to the patch of hair resting below his hips. You kiss his soft skin, earning sweet moans. His hand finds your hair and he massages your scalp. You take him into your hand again, pumping him a few times as you lick up his balls. When you pull away from him, a sheen of sweat has covered his rosie cheeks.

“Go on, mama. Suck it.” he quivers, his thumb running over your plump lip. He uses the tip of his cock to brand you with his pre cum, spreading it across the skin like lipstick. “Open.” 

You stick out your tongue and allow him to slap himself on the muscle before you slide him into your mouth. Josh pushes your head down until every hard inch of him is buried in the back of your throat. Your lungs burn as tears form in your eyes. 

“Breathe, mama.” he soothes you, his fingers massaging your head. He doesn’t move an inch, forcing you to focus on your breathing. You fight back a gag as his fingers brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You look remarkable with my cock down your throat, love.” He pulls you off of his length, his eyes meeting yours. He wipes drool from your lip with a smirk. “You take me so good. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he asks.

You nod and he quickly shoves himself back into your mouth. He uses his hand as a makeshift ponytail as he plunges up into your mouth. You gag as tears spill down your cheeks. You focus on his chest. His chest heaves, his stomach flexing with every thrust. You feel him twitch in your mouth and he quickly removes your lips from him. A trail of saliva is all that connects the two of you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” he groans, using the pad of his thumb to break the line. He dips it in your mouth before pulling it back out. Manhandling you, he pulls you to the edge of the bed so he’s standing between you. “Are you still on the pill?” you nod. “Do you want to use a condom?”

“No, Josh. Cum inside of me. Please. I need it.” you cry. 

He groans from above you, sliding the tip of him through your slick. You wrap your legs around your waist and one of his hands keeps you in place as the other angles your ass higher. Without warning, he stuffs himself inside of you. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your mouth as his hips snap in and out of you.

“You’re so tight, darling. Fuck–taking me so good.” he whimpers from above you.

His hands grip your tits as he continues to fuck your cunt. Your legs tighten around him, hands clawing at his back as you take everything he has. Pleasure already builds in your lower abdomen, and you try to fight it off, not ready to let him go. His strokes deepen inside of you and you feel yourself sliding back. Josh places his hand on your neck, squeezing enough to take your breath away for a moment. 

“Josh,” you rasp through the hold on your neck.

“Yeah? Say my name again–fuck.” his grip tightens and you grab his wrist with your hand.

“Josh, I’m gonna cum.” you warn as the tip of him brushes against your G-spot once more. 

He repeats the same move until your body shakes violently from under him. His eyebrows are knitted together tightly as another mind blowing orgasm controls your body. He follows soon after, panting and crying your name as he fills you up. He’s warm inside of you and you want to feel this way forever. 

He collapses on top of you, burying his nose in your neck. You both pant as your bodies recuperate. His hand eventually finds your cheek and his thumb strokes the soft skin. He wipes hair out of your face before kissing your collar bone. He kisses a trail along your face, planting a giant one of your forehead before connecting them.

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits, hands massaging your scalp. 

“I love you Josh. I want to be with you.”

He pulls away and stares at you with his big brown eyes. His eyes crinkle as he smiles. “I’m eternally yours, sweetheart.”

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van fleet smut #josh gvf #josh kiszka fic #sam kiszka gvf #josh kiskza fanfic #josh kiskza smut #gretavanfleet #gvf smut #gvf #sam gvf #jake gvf #danny gvf #daniel wagner #smut

[candyredappledragon]

h-hi! the name is kieran. nice to meet you! ive been here for a bit and uhm.... sadly figuring out how to use this site! ( kind of afraid of interacting with others especially but im trying my best to not be easily scared ! ) i am not familiar with technology and or online things/words so please be patient with me. i know there are other kierans here too and honestly theyre pretty cool! ....d-dont tell them i said that. im not really a battler so if you are trying to look for one then im sorry to say that you will be disappointed but you can ask the others though. really sorry

..uh thank you for checking my blog— furret youre on my facEXSFDGCVHH

🍎 Please no genuine anon hate, nsfw, or anything really bad. ( You can be mean to Kieran! ) Pelipper mail is okay ( but malice is off for now ). Sapient Pokemon or the likes of interacting are fine too, Kieran is too much of a goofball to notice it. Please don't give him Pokemon the thought is appreciated but if you do they'll turn into stickers lol.

Please don't be weird. I'm serious. As well PLEASE be patient with me and not be pushy. I'm trying my best!

This Kieran is in AU as to what happens if Florian doesn't lie to him about Ogerpon and whatnot! Kieran still doesn't get Ogerpon and is fine with it ( kind of, as in this made him feel inferior to having friends and will always be chosen over by other people. ) His way of thinking is that maybe he should try to be nice and kind to others so that will help him get friends as he sees Florian do this the same to others. ( The only thing Kieran thinks he's not good at is having a funny personality. He is very awkward in person. ) Blueberry Academy was hard on him as he was almost practically as ignored and students tend to forget he is the champion because of his cowardly personality. Florian took over later as champion. Okay there.

(By the way this is a summary please don't hurt me. 💔)

Plus I will try to draw for asks but they won't be the best but surely will motivate me to draw! If there are no asks then I'll just draw daily things with Kieran so it's a win-win for me!

💥 This Kieran doesn't like to get involved with stuff so feel free to drag him into antics! He isn't the one to approach people either so if you are wondering why I don't start convos with other blogs with asks that's why. ( I'm shy too. ) He's a bit of a coward online and in person but he won't shy away trying to be friends with others.

🍎 Posts are tagged to make things easier! Feel free to block one of them to make your experience smooth!

Art related: art tag , art reply , daily Kieran art

Text related: text reply/reply text , text ask , text post , ooc post , reply reblog

Other: long post

Anything you want to be tagged? Please let me know! :)

"Can we use your art?" Feel free to use the art or whatever! Don't need to credit and I prefer not to be credited. You can edit it too! Idgaf just no bigotry. :,] "What do we call you and do you have pronouns?" Uhm, you can call me Eight or any other version of the number 8 itself. [ Ex: Ocho, Hachi, Acht, etc ]. No pronouns! Refer me to by name or just call me mod or some other third thing lol. "What art program do you use?" Clip Studio Paint! "Are you okay with collabs?" Of course! Please feel free to message me anytime. :] "What time do you post art/responses?" Uhm....... anytime to be honest? My sleep schedule is ABYSMAL. I am very much online unless I'm busy doing comp. "Are replies time sensitive when interacting with this blog?" Nope! Take your time with your replies. I am pretty chill and everyone is pretty busy with real life. Fair warning I'm a ditz. :( "Why did you make this blog?" To draw Kieran a thousand times over until I'm dead lol. ( Even if it isn't posted on this blog!) And world build my stupid au. :u I'm just currently on a small burnout on drawing. I'm sorry. :c

"Is this a sideblog?" Yeah, you are never going to find out my main!! It's very cringe ( it has different media art ). I will interact with my other sideblog with thoughts and reactions at times. [ if you are curious @/hahahasquib ]

"Do you like Kieran?" No. ( Yes. A normal amount. )

#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pkmn rp

[anxious-witch]

This post specifically goes for my mutuals/followers who have been struggling lately. I see you and I don't always have something encouraging to reply, but if you have been feeling down recently, I hope this will help.

TW for mental health talk, mentions of suicide (this is an encouraging post, but please don't read further if anything of the sort might trigger you. Keeping your mental health intact is more important ❤️)

It's so very easy to get in the spiral of "I am not doing enough, all these people that I love would be better off without me". And convincing yourself those same people would forget you and move on quickly.

It's not true. I understand the sentiment, I really, really do. I used to fully believe that myself. But that's a lie. Mental illness reshapes the way we think and perceive things. And our brain and wired to remember bad things more than good ones. But when you'd write down everything that happened every day, I'd honestly be surprised if all of it was bad. Of course there are bad days, but even then, depression tend to focus on things you did wrong instead of those you did right.

But I am here to talk about the fact that I'd miss you if you were gone, too. Which seems ridiculous. "Rio, you follow 1000 blogs, you wouldn't notice". *loud incorrect buzzer* wrong! I would notice. As long as we ever interacted, as long as you liked and/or reblogged my posts, I'd notice.

When someone gets busy and I don't see them in my notes for over a week, I hope they are okay and just doing something more fun irl. I am not always great at remembering usernames, but as soon as they like one of my posts again I'm like yes!! They are back! I am glad you are okay!

"But I don't even contribute to the fandom!" No? Do you think creating content is the only way to contribute? Even just lurking and liking stuff counts. And I know some of you send really lovely anon messages that have made my day more than once. It DOES matter. Notes help other people as encouragement to keep posting. That absolutely counts.

"We barely post about the same fandom anymore" ah! But I still see you! I have a mutual that I have been following since 2016-2017, I believe. I have no idea what the hell he posts about these days. I can't rven accurately tell you why I originally followed him in the first place, it was either LOTR or Twilight, but fuck if I remember, because neither of hs posts about it!

And I still care. Because his journey ended up helping me. Seeing people's posts about their little achievements always makes my day. And even if you don't feel like you achieved anything in awhile, that doesn't mean you won't in the future. My point is, you are loved more than you know.

And this is only about online stuff. People notice when you walk down the street. Maybe someone likes your hair, or some detail of your outfit. Maybe someone saw you feed a stray and thought how nice you are. Maybe someone takes the same public transport as you every day and takes comfort in the fact you share the same path, if only for a few minutes.

This tumblr post perfectly described it, actually:

So please, if not for your own sake, for the sake of all the people who love you silently, keep going. It will get better. You might be just a bit further away from getting better. But you won't know unless you keep going.

So let's find out together, shall we?

#rio rambles #mental health #tw suicide mention #I think I might be getting way to ahead of myself #but I have seen posts and heard second hand about a lot of ppl struggling rn #so if this makes even one person feel a bit better it's worth posting

[oscconfessions]

Sigh... I'm gonna add my two cents about the Balloon arospec drama(I'm AroAce BTW) and by my two cents I mean I'll mention it two times and just talk about something else related. I'll also be providing some knowledge about AroAceness and all that.

For those of you who don't know,

Aro: Aromantic - Little to no romantic attraction.

Ace: Asexual - Little to no sexual attraction.

Aro+Ace are spectrums and aren't just "every Aro person doesn't feel any kind of romantic attraction" or "every Ace person can't feel sexual attraction." I feel as tbough people forget that all the time so I wanted to remind you lot haha.

I'm noticed this kind of drama a few times, where people argue about a character on where they are on the AroAce spectrum. It's difficult for me to put what I think into words here, but if a character(either canon AroAce or not) doesn't have a canon placement on the spectrum then whatever, go wild.

To help with my previous statement, I'll use SakiK from... SaikiK. People generally agree he's AroAce, yet people argue about where he is on that spectrum(mainly the Aromantic part). Since it's not ever stated where he is on that spectrum(or even if he is AroAce but SHHHSHSHHSH 🤫🤫), everyone has their own interpretation of it.

I believe it should be the same for Balloon, unless Balloon comes on screen and says "I am *insert very specific thing here* " as he points to a picture of the Aro spectrum then its to to you. Obviously, don't make him a sex crazed fiend or constantly searching for love, you eejit, but it should be up to interpretation.

A little off-topic here, sorry, but I wanted to bring up umbrella terms in both the Aro and Ace spectrums(I'm included ace because eh why not! This is for my people who HC Balloon as Aro AND Ace 🙏🙏)

Here are some terms under both the aro and ace spectrums. I feel as though you guys and many, MANY others tend to forget that there are umberlla terms for AroAce. I'll define them below:

Ace umbrella:

Aceflux: someone whose sexual orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the asexual spectrum

Greysexual: only experience sexual attraction some of the time, and sometimes not at all.

Demisexual: An individual who does not experience sexual attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Aro umbrella:

Aroflux: someone whose romantic orientation fluctuates but generally stays on the aromantic spectrum

Greyromantic: Some may feel a strong emotional connection with others but do not desire romantic relationships, while others may feel a weak romantic attraction to some people but not all.

Demiromantic: An individual who does not experience romantic attraction until after a close emotional bond has been formed.

Now, there are MANY more, feel free to add in the replies or the reblogs (o: !

Also, my apologies that this post was very long! Also also, my personal opinion on Balloons arospec thing? Idfk, lmao. TBH, this was kinda an excuse to just talk about stuff I like and am interested in so... 👍I've seen the tweet where one of the people who worked on II said yes, Balloon is meant to be Aro, but I couldn't tell you if they went into specifics about it. Sorry for constantly saying AroAce instead of just aro for Balloon, I felt like it was still important to include all my asexuals out there and educate others about it.

(BTW! Any inaccurate info, PLEASE, PLEASE correct in the replies)

Anyway!

TL;DR:

If a character who is just stated to be AroAce(not demi, grey, flux ETC) and never has their place on the spectrum explained whatsoever, it's okay to have a little fun experimenting with it IYKWIM. As I've stated, we all have our own interpretation of the AroAce character and there's no point arguing about it and getting mad because that's fucking stupid, unless they start actively getting rid of the AroAce rep then burn them to the stakes! /j

I know how wild you mother fuckers can be, so don't shank me please. If you disagree, take a deep breath and remain calm because getting all pissy about this isn't gonna do shit. Try to go about it calmly and reasonably. <3

I'd love to see others' opinions on this, remember to be respectful! 🩵

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#confession #/ii #/ii/balloon

[matan4il]

I went back and forth on whether to make this post. I guess what made me decide I probably should post it is not wanting anything to come as a surprise or shock to anyone following this blog.

In my 613 meta post, I kind of got nostalgic about how I started posting my weekly meta in 3b, and I mentioned that if it hadn’t been for people asking me to, these posts would not have existed. I’ll add, without those supporting my meta posts weekly, they wouldn’t have continued either (same goes to a degree for my ask replies). I’ve had my share of moments when I’ve seen engagement going down, leaving me with the impression that what I write must not be good enough for people to read, to reblog, to like, so I considered stopping.

But every time I did, I thought about the kind words I’ve read from people in reblog tags, I remembered those who told me that their enjoyment of the ep is increased by reading my meta posts, I thought about the people who enjoyed the meta posts enough to reblog them, and of the likes left on these posts, and I just couldn’t let all of these people down. I am not kidding when I tell you I probably would have stopped posting two years ago if it hadn’t been for the kindness you’ve all shown me.

But I also started recognizing that there’s a good chance engagement will continue to go down. And I don’t want to become bitter or angry over it. I’d rather quit before I get to that point. So earlier this season, I decided on an arbitrary cut off point for myself. If engagement drops below that, I will stop. I enjoy writing the meta posts, but I’d like to feel like I’m enjoying them together with others. And if that’s no longer the case, I wanna be able to say my goodbyes elegantly and without any hard feelings. I’m hoping this won’t happen before the end of s6, but I thought I’d share this now, to be on the safe side.

Why am I sharing it? At the end of the day, this is all up to the people who read my meta posts. If you like them and would like to continue reading them, please let me know by supporting them, by engaging with the latest (614 meta) or older, maybe even ask your friends to do the same, but ONLY IF you feel like it. And if engagement does eventually drop to the point where it no longer meets that cut off point, I don’t want anyone to feel surprised or hurt. I want you to remember that all of your kindness matters. That every post from me you’ve enjoyed in the last two years? If you’ve supported these posts, then the credit goes to you. I want you to remember that YOU and your choices matter, always.

Have a good day and take care of yourselves, lovelies. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #fandom love #kindness #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[yooniesim]

So, I got this pretty gross anon last night, right. And me being me, on reflex I start answering it, I go through each part, etc. And then all of a sudden I look up and realize, it's late, I'm tired, and I spent almost an hour writing this reply. I said to myself, dude, what in the fuck are you doing? Why are you wasting your time again? Are you really going to post this vitriol, knowing this person likely doesn't give a flying fuck what you have to say anyway, and their bigoted words could hurt your followers that see it? You know better than this. I just reblogged something yesterday about not dignifying bullshit with a response, and there I was doing just that. The anon was already blocked, so I deleted my post I started. And it felt damn good.

Instead, I think I'm gonna say some of the more important things I was thinking about in a more general way. Cos there are a few things I wanna lay down so there's no misunderstanding or any hope that I will do anything different in the future.

First and foremost. From this point on, I won't be accepting or answering any opinions on who or what I am, identity wise. the fact of the matter is, you don't define who or what someone is. you don't tell me what I am, I tell you, and you either accept it as the truth or you leave. your opinion doesn't determine my reality and never will. I'm at the stage of my life where I'm simply not entertaining any bullshit from observers any longer. I will call myself whatever I please and speak on whatever I feel I should as the person I am & the life I've lived, and you will either deal with that or you just won't be around me. period. the block button is my friend now, and I've taken on the mentality that if I block you, you just don't exist to me anymore. you live your life, I live mine, I just never look at your blog or acknowledge you again. any mature person would do the same.

Secondly, I recently mentioned my features (lips, nose, etc) because I wanted to emphasize I am proud of them despite being mocked my whole life for having them. I've even been mocked for them on here in a bigoted manner because like I said before, my pics have been posted plenty. and there was just a debacle recently with a simblr mocking thick lips, because anti-blackness is a constant undercurrent in simblr. that's why I mentioned them. I emphasized that because I want everyone to know that I'm not ashamed of who I am and never will be, despite the fact that some on here fight tooth and nail to try to make me feel I'm somehow less worthy. they will never succeed with me, but I don't want anyone else to feel ashamed of themselves for how they look either. these features are beautiful and worth being proud of and uplifted.

Finally, I'm going to say again: to all my poc followers, mixed or not, you're worthy, and you should be proud of yourselves too. don't let opinions from terminally online people with no actual life experience cause you any shame about who you are. who your parents are, your genetics, your percentages, it don't matter I couldn't give any less of a fuck. you tell me who you are and your struggles and your pain, and I believe and support you. I'm in your corner, and I can only hope I can give back half the love I've been given during this time. You're valid and your voices are important. That's the most important thing I wanted to say, and if this subject comes up again, that's what I will emphasize repeatedly.

#ceci speaks #nonsims #text #negative #long post #racism mention

[idv-ask-the-showman]

✨🪷The Wedding Ball Had Return🪷✨

Hello hello!

It had been a while since the last ball I hosted no? I remember all your lovely faces enjoying the last one and I truly missed those beautiful priceless smiles on your faces not to mention that there are now new faces who didn't get to have the fun of the ball!

SOOOOOO~ I WILL HOST ANOTHER ONE SOON, YAAAAY! there would of course be some changes here and there but the concept overall would still be the same and the rules the same. ya can go and try to find your partner for the ball or you can come without any, whatever suit you best! Have Fun~

📝{Rules}📝

pls use the #IDV-WeddingBall tag so me and everyone can see ya post and use #IDV-WB-RP when you start one and only use it again when you finished with that one rp.

The event may be a wedding theme but you don’t have to dress as a bride or a groom for it, you can simply dress any other role if you wish!

The kids of the event can still attend and wear pretty dresses by any colour but please don’t let them wear what resembles a Groom/Bride outfits. The kids would even be able to take the role of The Flower Girl/Boy if they want.

In the event you can either come alone or pick a partner to come with you.

Please put in mind that you can’t keep asking or forcing someone to be your partner after they refuse in the event or else you would be a nuisance to other and would be kick out immediately! be respectful to other people’s boundaries.

Gender rules doesn’t matter here, if you a boy and wanna wear a dress or a girl who wanna wear a suit or None-binary who wanna wear a mix of the two, THEN DO IT!!

Please keep it age appropriate tho.

Please do not cost any distribution to any of the other guests in any shape and form and if you have some kind of a huge plot idea for the ball pls tell me first in DMs so I can give you the green light to go for it or not, this is a event for fun and not too much drama! Do not get me wrong I would not mind drama here and there but there is a limit to it soooo- YEAH! Drama between two or few characters are okay but for the whole ball nah!

If you have some event in your blog that may hold you back from joining the ball, do not worry! You can separate the two events from each other, having your blog’s event still going on its own while also joining this ball as a side one if ya get what I mean.

Ya do not need to have an idv ask blog to join, ya can use any other blog to let ya OCs join!

if you have any problems during the event pls dm me!

🎊{Event Activity}🎊

The event would last for a whole month (but maybe longer if needed) so take your time and have fun with everyone who joins in, from drawing together to RP and so forth!

As before If you already have a partner use 💐 if not and you looking for one use 🌸 if you don’t want anyone at all use 🥀

Do not hesitate to flex your outfit by either drawing or just posting photos of what you may wear, I would may even reblog it!

I may suddenly send you guys some random scenarios in your inbox and you can reply to how you act during those scenarios! It's not gonna be just me sending scenarios in your inbox only, I may even at times make a post with scenarios writing in it and ya can reblog it with what ya gonna do!

Of course~ there would be some special events and scenarios that I would send to you or post with a “❗️” and depending on how you answer them, you would gain points, lose points, or lose or gain nothing at all! What are those points for?… well~ the ones who has the most points would have me draw them! It would be up to 3 winners so keep tabs on your points and do not cheat for I would also gonna keep tabs!

However, keep in mind I am but one person, and I may not be able to send it to everyone so I may need help to send those scenarios if anyone is willing to help it would be nice!

There of course other ways to gain points, like writing small stories yourself and I would Grand each one 5 point of course ya can not abuse this power and you can only use it once. as for rps is the same but only once for each rps that is started and finished, if you started a rp you gain 5 point and when ya done you gain 5, making it ten!

also pls make sure to type down your points maybe in your bio or post so it would be easy for me to know!

#IDV-WeddingBall #identity v #identity v oc #identity v ask blog #idv #identity v hunter #phineas smith #ask blog #ask #identity v survivor #the showman phineas

[call-sign-shark]

Hi Shark! I hope you’re doing well🤍

I’ve read the new HYE chapter (sorry again for the essay I wrote in the reblog, btw😅) AND IT WAS AMAZING and I have a question that’s been lingering in my mind for a while regarding Heaven’s relationship with Tommy. I love how it’s developing and evolving chapter by chapter, and I wonder: if Grace had been alive, how would things have been between Tommy and Heaven? Again, they have such an interesting relationship and I wonder how different/similar it would have been with Grace in the picture

Hi Reb, I'm doing well this week I hope you do too. Please don't ever apologies for your comment because I am still recovering from it. It was just so perfect I'm not lying when I tell you that I've been re-reading it a hundreth of times. I can't fucking wait to reply to it properly, but let me thank you again: you made my whole week better for real. I just want to squish you so so bad. 🥺🖤

This is such an amazing question dear, thank you so much!! If Grace was alive i would have been drastically different. While Tommy would still have been hostile to Heaven due to his brother's obsession and her criminal records, I think he would have let her breathe — which he doesn’t do. Now, I am not saying they would have loved each other because Tommy would still be genuinely frustated by her untamable nature and her rebellious attitude but he wouldn't have been such a horrible bastard with her. And for sure he wouldn't have fantasized about owning her either. A lot of his unhealthy attraction to Heaven comes from the pain of losing his own wife and drowning in loneliness despite sleeping around. I think he finds it unfair that Arthur get to have what has been cruelly taken away from him. Besides maddening envy and jealousy, Tommy might also see a little bit of Grace in Heaven in the "mysterious and dangerous blonde coming from nowhere" vibes as well as having falsely convinced himself that Heaven could heal his heart as she did with Arthur. That, and the ego boost it represents to own and tame her.

As a conclusion, with Grace in the picture both their relationship and dynamic would have been different. No visceral hatred, no sexual innuendos/vibes, no envy for Arthur's marriage. Nevertheless, Tommy would still have disliked Heaven because 1. she's a witch 2. she's a murderous bean and 3. she is rebellious and always finds a way to get under his skin. Or maybe I’m wrong and there would still be that weird thing between them, who knows?

This post is related to the ongoing Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes. Your troublesome romance with the eldest Shelby brother starts now.

#Peaky Blinders #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby x Reader #Arthur Shelby #Heaven in Your Eyes #Heaven Shelby #HYE Squad

[tarabyte3]

A few months ago, I ran into an issue with another user on here where they frequently made me uncomfortable as both a person AND as a fanfiction writer. Long story short, there was a strong disregard of boundaries that eventually lead to me blocking this person. Since then, I've been thinking a lot about boundaries. So I figured I would state mine clearly so there isn't any confusion in the future.

Here is what I, as a fanfiction writer, am comfortable with:

Likes/Kudos! 💖

Comments on either Tumblr or AO3. They can be as simple or as indepth as you want/are comfortable with. I will roll around in them like they're catnip either way.

Reblogs with tags OR with a comment/reaction reply!

Asks! Including anon! Feel free to send me comments, questions, headcanons, predictions, keyboard smashes, thirst, etc!

Follows! I will be so glad to have you here and also I apologize ahead of time.

AO3 bookmarks. Specifically, I love it when people put unhinged comments on them, it makes my day. So don't worry about being too much!

If any of my fics inspired you to make something (moodboard, playlist, art, meme, another fic, etc) you can absolutely send it to me or tag me! I will cry.

If a post or something similar made you think of me or my fic, feel free to send it to me or tag me there as well!

What I'm not comfortable with:

Sending me a DM. What I mean by this: 1. Sending me a message to discuss my work in relation to any trauma you might have while also trauma dumping without consent or warning. (Fanfiction can absolutely be therapeutic to read or write, but I am not comfortable being put in that position with someone I don't know, nor am I a therapist.) 2. Messaging me to tell me how my fic inspired sexual dreams or thoughts about the character. (Yes, I write smut, but that doesn't mean I want to be cornered and exposed to something like that without consent or, again, with someone I don't know. Please understand how a DM is much different than a saucy comment in that regard.) 3. Messaging me to make what I've written completely about you without acknowledging that I wrote it. (Meaning not even a single comment like, "I enjoyed this!" or "It was good!" etc, before launching immediately into talking about yourself.) Please don't do any of this. Especially if you have not done ANY of the things listed above. You're taking all of the time, effort, creativity, and passion I put into my writing without supporting me in any way. You're also removing the community aspect of fan works. And most importantly, it makes me uncomfortable!

Being mean to me :(

My work is here on Tumblr and on AO3.

#fanfiction #writing #fic writing #boundaries #for real just be normal to authors #treat us like people #i beg you #posting fic or art is also not an open invitation for you to say whatever you want #you are a stranger #come on

[wedontdeservethestars]

hii!!!! assuming ur still takin requests for that writing game, could u do cingulomania w/ ethan winters?

LOVED the heisenberg one btw I'm abt to reblog it and express my adoration for ur writing it is soo good <333

and so u don't have to go look through that whole big post, here's the definition for u :] "cingulomania: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms."

Hi there! First off I am SO sorry for how long this took for me to churn out, this ask got sent around the time I started tech week at my college for a show and then, of course, the show itself overtook my life. Oops lol....anyhow!! I decided to go a more hurt/comfort route with this so it got a little angsty, hope that's okay!! Still has a happy end (because God knows our poor guy Keithan Splinters deservers it..)

Also plot note: reader somewhat takes the place of Mia in the Resident Evil timeline (sorry babygirl), this drabble takes place post-RE8

CW for themes of identity crisis, self-hatred, and things like the such

((Send me a vocab word and a resident evil character and I’ll write a little drabble!!))

“Can you hold my hand? Please?”

Ethan’s tone surprised you. You yourself felt rather sunny. It was hard not to, what with the baby blue sky brushed with cottony clouds and a summer breeze that just tickled your skin enough to be pleasant on such a warm day. The scent of fresh sandwiches and fruit slices and homemade cheesecake (Ethan’s favorite) wafted by on the wind. What made the day even more perfect was that the two of you had somehow managed to secure this spot alone. Despite the field you settled your picnic in being near a public hiking trail, there wasn’t another soul in sight. Usually Ethan enjoyed this. People weren’t his thing, especially not as of late. He much preferred spending his time with just you and Rose, who was fast asleep in her baby basket beside the two of you, her little nose scrunching up when it caught pollen on the breeze.

The day itself was planned out as perfectly as you could hope. Along with lunch, you packed books and a deck of cards to play with later on and you wore a neat little outfit. Ethan was dressed similarly in a blue-dotted button-up and earthy slacks, but despite his trimmed appearance, you could tell how distressed he was. That, and the mere cadence of his request. He seemed so despondent. He had been, ever since returning from Europe to the states. You really couldn’t blame him, after what he’d endured just to get Rose back. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been through a lot, either, but Ethan had arguably suffered just as badly, if not more. 

Especially since he learned of his genetic reform. 

“Sure, bug,” you murmured, stretching your hand towards him. 

Ethan, with glazed eyes that couldn’t quite reach yours, grazed his skin against your fingers. You pulled him fully into your grasp. He didn’t feel cold, but he definitely didn’t feel as warm as you expected him to. He just felt stagnant. 

“You okay?” you poked, searching his face for any hint of what turmoil lied behind it. 

“Mm.” Ethan replied curtly. You sighed. By now, you were used to his non-responses, but it didn’t change the fact that you were still saddened that he wouldn’t talk to you.

“That doesn’t sound very okay,” you murmured, trying to be gentle but also, and quite frankly, fed up with him closing you off like you hadn’t been married for literal years. 

When Ethan remained silent, you felt your heart sink like stone and let go of his hand–that is, until he tightened his own grip. When you looked back at him, there was the unmistakable red glow of tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. Immediately, you felt bad for dismissing him before.

“Ethan?” you asked. 

“I’m afraid.” 

You brushed a stray tuft of blonde hair from his face. “Of what, darling?” 

This time, in addition to a trembling breath, you got a full sentence. “What if I’m not me anymore?”

A frown tugged at your lips. “Of course you’re you. What are you talking about?”

“I’m not human anymore.” Ethan’s voice was quiet. It was tinged with palpable tension.

“You’re human enough,” you assured him. “Maybe not anatomically. But you can still move and talk and think, can’t you? And love.”

“And hurt.” It sounded like something was stuck in his throat. “I-I don’t know what I am anymore.”

“You’re Ethan,” you said decisively. “Nothing else matters. You still feel like yourself, right?”

“I don’t know.” Ethan looked up at you suddenly, his piercing eyes wide and wild. “I don’t remember how I’m supposed to feel. Do you know how many times I’ve been cut and stabbed and shot and-and ripped apart, only to be-to be fucking stitched back together like some freakish monster? I haven’t felt like anything but a monster for years!”

A silence had overcome you. Even the gentle sound of the breeze felt like an intruder. You wet your lips and averted your gaze. Ethan had let go of your hand again at was staring at his wrist. The first place he’d been destroyed.

“I’m…sorry,” you finally settled on. What else were you supposed to say?

“You weren’t supposed to know that,” he said.

“Why not?” 

“Because you can’t fix it. Fix me.” You watched his fingers flex back and forth. You could still make out the numerous scars and scratches forever etched deep into the fungal layers of his skin, even if they had grown fainter with time. 

“You’re right.”

Ethan looked at you, startled at your agreement.

“I can’t,” you continued. “I don’t think anyone can fix you. I think that you have changed. But so have I. And so has Rose…all of us are different after the Baker house, and the village, and Evelyn, and…everything. Did I ever tell you about my nightmares?”

“Your…nightmares,” Ethan wracked. You laid your hand over his.

“I dream about the Bakers every night. Even after all this time, I still see them in my mind. That’s my scar.”

“You…” His mouth had gone dry. Feeling like you had guilted him a little harder than you meant to, you backtracked.

“My point is, we’re both different people. But what matters is that, in the most important ways, we’re still the same. I still love you, just like when we met. I hope you love me the same.”

“I do,” he said quickly. “More than anything.”

“So you’re still Ethan.” Your hands gravitated towards his strong jaw, and you smiled. For the first time in a long time, you saw a lightness enter his eyes. 

“Maybe…” It wasn’t a full confirmation. But it was something. 

“Besides,” you teased lightly, “I like all of your scars. Makes you look like an action hero.”

“Gee, thanks. I’ve always wanted to be one of those stunt guys.”

“There he is,” you giggled. “There’s that sarcastic guy I fell in love with.”

Ethan huffed, but the deep creases of his face had softened, and you aided their slack with a kiss to a pink cut across the bridge of his nose. 

“But seriously,” you murmured as you laid your lips along the other marks on his face, “I will kiss every single scar and scrape on your beautiful body if I have to.”

“And what would that prove, hm?”

“That I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what you look like, or what you are, or whatever’s going on with you. You are so, so perfect, Ethan Winters. And I love you more than anything on this godforsaken earth, even if it doesn’t seem to love you back.”

Ethan chuckled softly and squeezed your hands. 

“Thank you, honey.��� He planted a kiss just on your forehead, and you smiled. “I love you, too.”

#poor poor ethan #boy deserves some kissies #i would very happily kiss his scars btw i love ethan #wedontdeservethefics #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #re7 #resident evil 7 #resident evil biohazard #re village #re biohazard #re ethan #re ethan winters #vocabulary event

[randomfoggytiger]

No Drama: Just Clearing Up Some Misconceptions

For the past few weeks, I've noticed that a few gif making blogs have been blocking me from seeing their posts... and I had my suspicions but didn't want to assume anything.

I'm crushed (no joke) to report my suspicions were correct.

A few weeks? months? ago, @jewish-mulder and I had an exchange which i thought was completely bantery and in good faith, see post here to determine for yourselves. The context was laughing over screenshots from DD's old skit with Gary Shandling. Anna/jewish-mulder read it through a bisexual lens-- which is a-okay to me! (the exchange is still in my archives here, for reference.) I saw it through DD and Gary's original intent-- Gary accidentally interpreting DD's actions as sexual interest rather than DD being a Weird Man TM; which is really funny to me. Regardless, either way is hilarious.

Soon after our exchange, I returned to the post to see if my last comment was responded to... and found the comments muted. Immediately after that, I noticed I could no longer reblog her gifs. Which... hurt; because, frankly, I was one of the mutuals that foamed over her new creations and supported (still do) her when she was debating putting watermarks on her gifs (because theft is revolting; and she has every right to protect her property.)

I had a prior incident that I thought was Tumblr weirdness: after joining tumblr, @jewish-mulder and @baronessblixen were my inspirations; and I loved (love) their creations. The first time I got blocked, I chocked it up to Tumblr weirdness (the first wave of the porn bots wrecked havoc); and, after contacting jewish-mulder through anon/Ao3, etc., she was just fine reinstating me. I had so much fun with her as a mutual. And it's okay if I'm not her cup of tea-- no one is everyone's! :DDD If she had needed to block me, that was okay in my book. So, when she did, I thought it was either Tumblr shenanigans or personal taste. If she wanted to refollow, she'd see my work and hop on later. In essence: I moved on.

BUT the timing always made me wonder worriedly... and my worst suspicions were confirmed when I noticed other gif blogs started blocking me.

So... I activated Anon Mode and found this post about me (screenshots below):

What's even more... crushing? is that I checked her replies and... yeah, it turns out I WAS blocked intentionally the first time.

I don't know why the first time, either, so I can't lay out proof. Didn't even have a suspicion on my part then, honestly.

(Gonna be honest: my "uwu" was something I use exclusively for this fandom because I felt accepted and included, sharing a space with fellow fans of a show that pulled me out of a COVID depression. I guesssssssssss I should dial back on that.)

Here's my response:

Anna, why didn't you just ask me? Why did you block me, never communicate, and secretly tell others to block me as well? I've never and will never do anything to hurt or marginalize anyone. Why did you not give me the curtesy to defend myself?

I am not a bigot. I condone hate of any kind; and I wish everyone to live their lives in their happiest way possible.

I want to have fun on my blog, laugh at my own things, and appreciate mine/your/everyone's humor. Your sexuality has nothing to do with my estimation of you as a person; and I'm both sorry it came across that way and hurt that you'd assume so about me.

Truly, I do hope this is all a misconception. I don't bear any ill will, I'm sorry if there was hurt because it was unintentional; and I don't want to pit you and yours against me. Keep making awesome things; and if our journeys are separate, then I wish you a good one, regardless.

Thank you to anyone who read this. Please don't cause her problems, etc.-- I don't think you will XDDD just had to put it out there-- and feel free to keep on keepin' on with Anna. Mutually enjoy each other to your hearts' content! I welcome everyone and don't want to draw lines, because your fandom or interpretation experiences are your own.

But I can't tolerate misunderstandings or... lies? To this day, her work is an inspiration to me; and I'll still read and enjoy her fics that drew me to Tumblr in the first place. And it really, really hurts to think I'd never have known about this if I hadn't followed my gut.

If you think there's something I'm missing or have missed out on, feel free to tell me-- comment, tag, anon, or dm. I'm always open.

#txf #life #this is whole situation is... harsh #but I need to get this out #I've been wondering why everyone has been quiet on my TL #and why the fandom net has been closing in a little #follow/block whoever you want #but that's.. not fair how you did it #this is awkward #and I'm a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit shaky about posting this #this community means a lot #I don't want to lose anyone #but that's not up to me #draw your own conclusions #and-- most importantly-- have a lovely week #and if you unfollow this blog then have a lovely time enjoying people you love. If I can't be that for you that's okay~ #No Drama: Just Clearing Up Some Misconceptions #tagging this as #drama #so others can avoid #jewish-mulder #iwtb-scully #BananaChef #anders-hawke

[ephemyrals]

「 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 」

# 𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 .     ━━          a private writing blog featuring muses from multiple fandoms including genshin , hsr   &.    bsd as written by mona  (       25+ years  ,   she / her     )    .    please check the rules before interaction , you can find them below the read more  .    heavy    &.    dark themes will be present on this blog  ,     follow at your own discretion  .

❛❛  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  .    stories tell about love  ;    about its mythical properties  ,    the way it changes people  .    connections are what makes time on earth worthwhile  ,    is what they say    ━━      more than bustling chatter carries in the background  ,    gazes lingering from afar  .    more than a brush one another  ,    a gentle caress   (       ephemeral     )    ,    fading alike dust in boreal breeze  .    maybe  .  .  .    it is more  .    but why come to care  ,    𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲  ,    right from underneath the tips of your finger  ?        ❜❜ 

[  ❀  ]     closely intertwined with : @gemkun , @raytm , @starspurn @taiixuan , @scrtilegii / @furiaei

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

i . i am highly selective  ,     mutuals only  .    i might not always follow back  ,    for whatever the reason may be  .    basic roleplay etiquettes apply  .    please do not involve my in ( dash ) drama  ,    writing is a hobby for me    &.    i am just here to have fun  .    my activity is sporadic  ,    sometimes replies might take longer depending on how busy life is  .    you can nudge me if you think i have forgotten or when you are thrilled to continue our thread quickly  .    this helps me with direction  ,    please be kind about it  .    i do not reply to my threads in order received  ;    i generally reply faster for characters i have muse for    &.    to my mains  .

ii .    i do not often post starter calls  ,    since i prefer plotted threads  .    feel free to shoot me a message  ,    either on tumblr ims or discord  .   you can also turn a meme reply into a thread if you wish to    (        it is even encouraged        )    ,     please do so in a new post    &.    do not forget to tag me  .

iii .    reblog memes  ,    art    &.   poetry from their source  ,    unless i have tagged you in it  .    don’t reblog threads you are not involved with  .    it helps me keep track of what i have got coming in  .

iv .    i love writing ships  ,    which includes any sort  :    romantic  ,    familial  ,    enemies etc  .    of course it is chemistry - based  ,    but feel free to just barge into my ims    &.    say you want to ship    (        within appropriate age range        )    . pro - shippers dni .

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𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

❀ tbhk  :   minamoto teru .

❀ hsr : aventurine , blade (request) , kafka , sunday , acheron , robin .

❀ genshin : childe , aether , kaveh .

❀ dgm  :    lavi bookman &. nea d. campbell .

❀ alien stage : luka &. till .

❀ miscellaneous , request only  :    vanitas (vnc) , hiiragi shinya (ons)  ,    cloud (ff7)  ,    komacine machi &. kurapika (hxh)  , cheng xiaoshi (lc) , gojo satoru (jjk) , zoya (ptn) .

blogroll : @fiyres (khr) , @autymns (bsd)

#＊ ˚⋆* 「 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 . 」 / ❛ isn’t it lovely . . . all alone ? #do not interact with this post

[catboy-dummy]

Intro Post: ✨

Hello! I wish to not use a name on here. But some things i like to be called are good boy, puppy, dummy, and prince (will update if I find a liking to other ones too!). I also use it/its when im getting dumb (NOT in a misgendering way, don’t touch me with that)

Im 21 and my pronouns are he/him, I’m a bisexual trans man, lovingly taken <3.

A lot of what I post and rb is fantasy

Backup is @dummy-catboy-moved

DNI:

Minors, this blog is 18+

No age in bio

Detrans and misgendering, don’t want to shame it’s really just not my thing

Ageplay, sissification, r4pe kink (this one is a weird field because cnc tags keep overlapping with it so idk, I have mixed feelings), feeder, incest, and trauma blogs

Usual DNI stuff

I will update this if/as I need to. Please also note I will also just block whenever I feel like my boundaries are invalidated or I just feel uncomfortable

My Kinks:

Hypno

Brainwashing

Resistance play

Dumbification

Corruption

Edging

Denial

Breeding (not the birth part)

Hucow (maybe just a little bit)

Milking

Cnc (huge emphasis on consensual)

Drugging/Aphrodisiacs (also consensually)

Intox (fills in with drugging but adding anyway)

Free use

Teasing

Overstimulation

Objectification

Degradation

Praise

Royalty (as a treat)

Limits:

-please don’t talk about me interacting with your genitals unless we’ve had a prior conversation/consent about it. It’s a huge overstep

-this also goes for involving other ppl that I interact with in ur ask without any real prior conversation or consent on it. Again it kinda puts me in a weird uncomfortable position with the other person that I’m interacting with :(

-unless initiated, please don’t tell me what you would do to me either. Unless it’s initiated it brings me out of the mood immediately

-don’t ask for pics/ audio anything of the sort. Also don’t ask invasive questions or ones that are too personal

-if you send me any pics I’m blowing you up

-if you ever try to overstep my relationship I’m also blowing you up

- if an ask or a dm makes me uncomfortable I will not answer/ reply to it (or I might but it won’t be in a positive way). I might also block out of sheer initial discomfort. (I do understand miscommunications can happen, but unless communicated I will probably just assume the worst out of safety/personal reasons)

-just because I post or reblog something it doesn’t make in an invitation to be creepy. Don’t do that. (Unless specifically mentioning it, but even then don’t be creepy)

Asks / Dms:

Asks are open! Just please don’t be an asshole. Maybe even encourage me to rub and cum my brains out (or make me edge my mind away) so I can become a good, empty, cockdumb boy. I always love pretty spirals or words filling up my inbox

Spiral maker if y’all wanna make a spiral for me to stare at

Go ahead and also just ramble and talk in there, as horny as I am I love normal interaction too :3

If you anon a lot feel free to claim an emoji or name so I can tag u and recognize you more :3

Dms are open to mutuals! Feel free to message and just talk about anything or do hypno related things. Might open them up to everyone someday if I feel comfy doing so. :3

Additional: I’m pretty sure I’m on the spectrum (I’ve been looking into it for years now. So if I’m a little ehhh sometimes I’m probably overwhelmed or overthinking stuff or just unsure of something and I’m getting uncomfortable. Tone indicators really help sometimes because I’m awful at reading tones of stuff.

Anon tag claims: 💜, 📀, 🕸, 🐾, 🐐,🎩,💙,💛

Extras:

I’m new to all of this so I’m sorry if I sound nervous or awkward at times.

Whenever I write “sweet boy” or I’m thinking about my bf, but I also write these in a way so anyone can interpret the scenario as they wish! But I also just wanted to clarify :3

[mint-yooxgi]

You are welcome to publish this or not as you see fit but please understand my point is about detaching your criticism of my recommendation style which you are welcome to make from the list of authors. Their names do not deserve to be dragged around on a post where you are in a completely one-sided beef with me.

I removed the link to your masterlist because I no longer felt comfortable sending readers your way. While the quality of your stories has not changed, I take the whole presence of an author into consideration. You asked me to see you as a person not a product and this is me doing that. Reading over your asks about the "cringe anon" (even once corrected that it was not about me) still left me saddened to see you joining the askers in making fun of someone's assumed talents, spelling, and denigrating "hoes" when here we are reading stories celebrating people who sleep around. These are not attitudes I wish to expose my readers to in the service of sending them to a story they might like.

From the very beginning of my reaching out to you as a consideration once I was aware you would like to know you have been spoken of positively, you have been wrong about my motives every single time. I will not go into the multiple reasons why I actively choose not to ping writers because you have not seemed open to listening that there could be a reason for my decision equally grounded in being respectful to writers.

I really liked the stories of yours that I had read but will now never be returning to. You lost a reblogging fics with multiple paragraphs reader enthusiastic about your writing over the aggressive way you have spoken to and about me. Please know that despite this I still sincerely wish you well although I am no longer among your followers.

Elizabeth

I still feel like we're missing the point here. I asked for basic respect for all authors on that post regarding properly tagging us beside links showcasing our own writing. At this point, NONE of those authors have yet to be tagged, so I doubt they're being "dragged around" as you've so put it here. My bet is three quarters on the list don't even have a clue about what's going on, and I bet most of them would agree with me about appreciating a tag beside their hard work.

Taking the whole presence of the author is completely valid. I understand that. Like I said before, I asked to be seen as a person through a proper tag, and explained my reasonings why on your post. I'll reiterate them here. Oh wait, I explicitly stated being seen as a person vs. a product on this post: Why You Should Tag Authors in Your Fic Rec Posts. A general post, not aimed at you, but as a general callout to people who don't tag authors in their fic rec posts. I'm sorry you believed that was directed at you, but honestly, at this point... if the shoe fits, don't wear it.

Additionally, I never once thought, implied, or suggested you were being the 'cringe anon'. You were the first person to bring that up, to which I replied to immediately both to your original comment, and with a post. Here's a link to the post, where you can also find the original comments which I provided as screenshots.

I feel like it's also important to mention that this is my blog. If I get a rude anon telling me that my writing is "cringe" and then another anon following it up by calling ME a "dumbass hoe", I have every right to reply to it in a manner that I see fit. Whether it's by making a meme out of it, because honestly, it was utterly ridiculous, or by replying with something else, that's entirely up to me. You definitely don't have to agree with how I handle it, but you also have to recognize that if someone comes onto my blog and shits all over me, I'm not going to take that lightly. My friends won't, either. Whether you agree or not... okay, sure. Good to know you believe I should let people who send hate anons walk all over me and my writing without sticking up for myself.

Never once has a conversation been opened by either or us, and I do take accountability for myself for not reaching out, to discuss why you won't give the basic curtesy of tagging authors in your fic rec post. I just assumed it was such a basic thing, that I didn't think such an issue would arise from it. To me, it takes the same amount of time to add a comment tagging me to a post my own writing is linked on, as it does to actually tag me properly in said post. Then again, I actually think making a comment is more time consuming, especially when the post already exists and is already formatted.

I truly don't understand what's so difficult about adding an @ in front of an author's username. Yet, here we are. All this says to me is, "I don't want to tell writers I'm sharing their work, fuck letting them have this sort of feedback." It's even stranger when I know you had no issues previously reblogging my fics and adding beautiful paragraphs of feedback to them. I guess tagging on a fic rec post is too difficult. Oh, well.

Was I aggressive in my tone. Probably. I did my best not to be, and I do apologize if it came across that way. At the end of the day, I know I'm not the only author upset by this whole ordeal, and honestly, since it's turning into such a big deal to offer authors basic respect, you have my regards.

#ask

[llliiinnnaaa]

Reprisal | Chapter Four | Part Two

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reblogged and liked, or even just read the previous chapters I’ve posted. It really means a lot!!!

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Enjoy!

     Ma Plinth damn near shouts as she examines the apartment, commenting sweetly on every little thing she possibly can, acting as though it’s the grandest home she’s stepped foot in. 

Seeing Dyess Crane drink up her kindness makes Coriolanus sick. 

Tigris helps Tawny finish up the table before announcing, “Okay, everyone, dinner is served!” 

Moments later, the sound of scraping silver across the dinner plates is all that’s heard along with the sound of Tiberius and Strabo’s laughter as Mrs. Plinth smiles warmly at Tawny. 

“Mrs. Crane, you truly do have a lovely home. It’s beautiful.” She says after swallowing a bite of roast. 

Dyess cautiously keeps an eye on the exchange, paranoid Tawny will lose her manners and lash out rudely to their guest based off the fact she simply doesn’t like that the Plinths are district. 

But he’s been nice to Coriolanus, so if he can tolerate Snow, she can tolerate the Plinths. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Plinth.” She maintains her best behavior, grinning at the woman adorned in a floral printed dress.

“Please tell her it would be even more beautiful with the sound of little feet pitter-pattering down the halls.” Minerva adds, sipping the wine she’s clearly had too much of already. 

The focus quickly becomes Tawny as everyone absentmindedly looks at her. 

“Mini.” Tiberius says, raising his brows. 

“I’m just saying.” She replies, motioning to Dyess. “Dyess agrees with me.” 

Tawny snaps her head to her left to look at her husband who grins at his wife. 

This is quickly becoming a conversation their guests feel should not be heard by them, Tigris coming to the rescue to say, “This weather has been horrific,” referring to the downcast of rain that’s been hounding the Capitol endlessly. “We passed by three different vehicle accidents on the way over.”

“I know it. My hair was ruined this morning before we even got inside for breakfast.” Minerva states, rolling her eyes.

“That reminds me, we need to get a new set of tires, Sweetie. The tread’s damn near gone.” Dyess says to Tawny, to which she mutters, “Language, Dear,” while he continues, “We’ve probably worn it out with our back and forths to work lately.” 

“Do you two both still work at the Citadel?” Strabo asks, cutting into a carrot. 

“Yes.” Tawny says to him. 

“Oh, they are very accomplished scientists, aren’t you, Dear?” Tiberius asks his daughter, the pride radiating off of him. 

“If you say so, Dad.” She humbly retorts, earning a small wink from him as Dyess finishes off his drink and pipes, “Mr. Snow, that reminds me…” 

Coriolanus stops his eating, looking across from himself to stare at Dyess while Tawny’s breathing stops as the two men look at one another. 

“...I heard from a little birdy ,” He deliberately puts emphasis on “birdy”, Snow’s lip nearly curling, but he keeps himself together, “That Ravenstill is going to be honoring those whose cases are chosen to be presented in the Hunger Games with medals of Resilience.” 

“What?” Tawny’s now looking at Coriolanus, along with Livia, the two of them just as confused. 

Snow takes a sip of his drink after swallowing his food. 

“Your birdy is full of it.” He refutes the rumor – though it’s not a rumor in the slightest.

But it is confidential information. 

“Hmm.” Dyess hums flatly, wearing a smug smirk.

“That would be a handsome incentive, though.” Tawny’s mother states, earning a, “Oh, yes,” from Mrs. Plinth before the woman adds, “Do you all work together in a group?” 

“No.” The four of them all quickly state, everyone’s eyes looking to them as Ma says, “Oh…” 

“Ma, Dyess, Tawny, and Livia create the different mutations of animals and plants in the arena you see. It’s my job to sort through those and incorporate them into the Games.” Snow adds sweetly to the woman who is practically his adoptive mother. “Each Gamemaker is paired with at least one scientist to collaborate with each year the last few months leading up to the Games to examine their work and pick out what they would be interested in incorporating.” 

“If they have something worth incorporating.” Livia adds, eyes flickering to Tawny before Snow’s nudging his wife’s leg with his own, silently telling her to knock it off. 

“Oh, I see.” Ma nods. 

“And to think I tried to get her into finance.” Minerva chuckles, running a fingertip along a strand of her light brown hair to push it back in place. 

“Tawny’s gotten the pick of the litter, right, Snow?” Dyess asks next, Coriolanus raising his brows. 

“If you say so.” He doesn’t entertain whatever it is Dyess is trying to get at, feeling that he doesn’t mean it genuinely in any way, shape, or form. 

“He’s too humble, really. Everyone knows he’s the best Gamemaker we’ve got aside from Dr. Gaul.” Dyess goes on. “And Tawny gets him all to herself.” 

The way it’s worded sends a tick up the spines of both Snow and Tawny. 

“Isn’t that right, Dear?” He nudges his wife with his elbow while she takes a long drink of wine. 

“I’m very fortunate, yes.” She mutters. 

“What do you do with the creatures or plants you don’t use?” Tigris is quick to once more change the subject. 

“Put them down, file them away as a success so we can go back to it if we need to have the notes and instructions there to do it.” Dyess interrupts when Livia goes to speak. 

“That seems like a waste.” Minerva adds in. 

“ It is .” Tawny states, almost bitterly, recalling Snow tearing into her for wasting their time, money, and resources. “Is it not, Mr. Snow?”

“Yes, Dr. Crane, it certainly is.” He doesn’t miss a beat before replying, and she immediately avoids talking about it further when she looks to Tigris and asks, “What about work for you, Tigris, do you have any ideas yet?”

“I’ve always gotten ideas, Tawny. It’s getting the idea to translate in physical form the way I’d like it to that’s the difficult part.” She responds, lighting up when asked about her work. 

Tawny can heavily vouch for that frustration, but she doesn’t say a word more about her own work. 

“Dad, Tigris was the young girl who helped with my wedding gown, remember?” Tawny asks her father, realization coming to his face. 

“That was you?!” He asks, a wide smile on his features. 

“Yes, sir.” Tigris replies. “That was what got me the job working with Fabricia.” 

“I still won’t wear the suit she did for me. I’m scared to mess it up, it’s so fine.” Strabo jumps in, Tigris grinning as she replies, “I’m glad you like it, Mr. Plinth.” 

“So, you do fashion?” Minerva questions, trying to get a tipsy grasp of the conversation. 

“Tigris is the best designer we have in the Capitol, Mrs. Gaul. I can’t ever get myself put together for an event without her.” Coriolanus explains, giving his cousin a soft smile. 

“How much money do you make doing that, Miss Snow, if you don’t mind me asking?” Minerva questions, Tawny’s face falling in horror at her mother’s question, Tiberius going to speak but Tawny beats him to it. 

“Mother, don’t start badgering our guests about what their checks look like.” She doesn’t even try to hide the hiss in her tone, irritated beyond measure at this point. 

“It is a reasonable question as fashion is not as stable of a job as what the other four of you do.” She motions to Tawny, Dyess, Livia, and Coriolanus. “I hear that most designers struggled to make ends meet up until the last couple years. A lot of them had to sell themselves — ”

Tawny’s clattering fork against her plate as she drops it and interrupts her mother’s words that are slowly starting to slur. 

Awkward silence falls over the whole table, the air so thick and uncomfortable that Snow contemplates grabbing Livia and Tigris and getting out as soon as he can. 

“…Let’s change the subject, Mini, alright?” Tiberius patiently suggests to her, seeing the way she’s glaring at their daughter who is glaring right back at her. 

Mrs. Plinth looks at Coriolanus with worry in her eyes. 

“My wife meant no offense, Miss Snow.” Tawny’s father says politely to Tigris. 

“No offense is taken, Mr. Gaul, I assure you.” Tigris says gently, trying to help ease the tension. 

“My daughter is just easy to get spun up.” Minerva says, next. “It could be remedied with children as they make one’s heart more patient and kinder but she refuses.” 

Coriolanus keeps his mouth shut despite his confusion. 

Did Dr. Crane have a child or not? 

She said it’s the only reason they got married, but there is no kid between them, apparently. 

“Why would I want to create more targets for rebels to hit?” Her composure  has left her, sighing out the words with her brown eyes closed, dark eye makeup illuminating in the soft glow of the dining room light. 

“Tawny —” Dyess mutters only for her to cut him short. 

“—I did have daughter. A damn good one. And she was blown to smithereens. Though people can’t seem to remember that because they can’t quite place their finger on which Games it was exactly that she died before. Nor do they recall I didn’t want her to go anywhere near that arena in the first place but you insisted.” Tawny now looks at Dyess, her voice shaking with the threat of tears. 

Livia digs her nails into Snow’s leg as if begging him for them to please go home, but he can’t move out of his chair, memories flooding his mind. 

The tenth Hunger Games, the arena blowing up with him and his classmates, and tributes, in it. 

The scarring on his back from the burns that he’d told Tawny came from a terrible accident with the fireplace. 

It slowly trickles in that, yes, he does recall hearing something about one of Dr. Gaul’s family members getting fatally injured in the explosion, outside the arena looking around when it happened. 

He flinches. 

Tawny’s daughter had to have only been about four years old. 

“Tawny,” Dyess starts, Snow’s eyes finally looking at them instead of the table as everyone else has appeared to stop breathing, “It was a very horrible situation, an accident…can you please stop hanging it over my hea—”

“—Your stupidity got our daughter murdered !” She outbursts, she herself having too much to drink, clearly. 

She doesn’t give him time to get up before she’s forcing her chair back, screeching against the floor, as she hoarses out, “Excuse me,” to her guests, leaving the dining room and going to the guest bathroom off the hallway by the front door — the furthest place from her husband at the moment. 

     Tawny takes in heaps of fresh air, the tip-toes of her heels standing on the solid back of the toilet, elbows resting on the high window sill that almost touches her collar bone as smokes blows past her lips and into the Capitol night life. 

The rain has somewhat subsided for now, leaving a heavy haze of fog and humidity. 

Her hair is probably ruined with frizz but she doesn’t care.

She looked like a raccoon when she got in here, the tears that fell as soon as she left the prying eyes of guests smeared her makeup. 

Her goal is to stay in here until everyone leaves, anyway, so it’s not like anyone will be seeing her like the way she now does. 

Mortified doesn’t even begin to describe how she feels for her outburst. 

Apology cards will definitely have to go out. 

She doesn’t think herself mad or mentally unwell, truth be told she’s been doing much better than what she was when it first happened — or even better than she was a few years ago…or months ago.

Refusing to acknowledge that working with Snow had helped her, she shakes her head and takes another drag of her cigarette. 

Smoking was reserved strictly for emergencies — she hadn’t smoked one in over a year. 

This was an emergency. 

A faint knock at the door pulls her attention, more than likely Dyess or her mother. 

She’d throw herself from the window before opening it for either of them. 

“Dr. Crane.” She hears Coriolanus lowly, not bothering replying, but she does move from the toilet to tip-toe to the door. 

 A moment passes and she thinks perhaps he’s decided to leave her be, until he says, “ Tawny ,” in a rather stern whisper. 

Shit, she thinks to herself, unlocking the door and opening it as quietly as she can. 

They look at one another through the small silver of the open door, and he looks at her as it to say, “Really?” Unamused with her. 

She opens it enough for him to fit in, closing and locking it behind him before moving right back where she was, standing on the toilet, smoking out of the window. 

“You’re ridiculous.” He whispers it, trying not to laugh at the sight of her acting like a teenager trying not to get caught by her parents. 

She turns to look at him, plucking the cigarette from her mouth, extending it to him. 

She’s sure everyone in the apartment needs one right now. 

Snow declines her offer. 

“I don’t smoke.” He says, the smell of it wafting to his nose as smoke curls in the air. 

It reminds him of his father. 

“Have you read over the case I gave you?” He questions, seeing the muscles under the skin of her back tense for a moment. 

“Yes, I did.” She whispers back, blowing more smoke, looking at him. “It’s not going to work. Everything I touch goes to pot.” She reminds him. 

Everything you touch your husband fucks up , he wants to correct her but he can’t.  

“You won’t be doing it by yourself. I’ll personally keep an eye on it, so will Dr. Gaul. We really want you to be a part of these Games this year.” 

She finishes her cigarette, Snow extending his hand to help her down, and she glares at him. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He defends himself, honestly. “I’m just trying to be a gentleman and help you down.”

She sighs and grabs his hand, getting down, and leaning against the counter beside him. 

“I’m sorry about all this, Snow.” Tawny apologizes for tonight, humiliated with herself. “It was unwelcoming and embarrassing.” 

“Things happen when people have a little too much to drink.” He shrugs, glancing at her when she scoffs. 

“Don’t we know it?” She mumbles, staring off for a moment before Coriolanus is saying, “I’m sorry to hear about your daughter.” 

“My mother and my husband keep pressing me to have another.” She admits. “‘Your biological clock is just ticking away’,” she mimics her mother and he smiles just a little bit at how accurate she sounds. “Dyess just wants to screw me without a condom. He doesn’t care if I have another baby or not.”

Snow just looks at her, letting out a soft, “Hmm,” the corners of his mouth twitching to smile but he won’t. 

He can’t say he blames her husband for scouring for any excuse to have her fully. 

His expression practically shows what he’s thinking, eyes roaming over her as the wine she’d drank tonight starts to send her thoughts into a bad place to be. 

The last thing either of them need is Dyess or Livia trying to come in here and find the two of them together. 

“They’re all on the roof.” He tells her, as if reading her mind. “Everyone decided they needed fresh air so they’re having their after dinner drinks up there since the rain eased up.” 

“Oh.” 

She has to get out of this close space with him, they both have to, his hands staying to himself by his sheer willpower not to grab her. 

“Let me show you something.” She offers, walking to the door. 

They leave the bathroom, and he follows her to the hallway on the other side of the apartment that holds the bedrooms. 

Down the hall, the very last door that’s shut, she opens it and flicks on the light. 

The walls are a soft pink, shining gold accents scattered throughout the room in the form of  knickknacks and picture frames. 

Toys scatter the floor that’s covered with a fluffy cream-colored rug, the bed looks as if someone had rolled out of it without making it, the cream bedding appearing a very slight shade of yellow. 

He follows Tawny completely inside, glancing at the pictures on the rich wooden chest of drawers by the door. 

All of which contain pictures of Tawny —one of which has a younger Tawny holding a newborn baby, then another she’s got a toddler that’s seated in her lap, in front of a cake with two candles on top of it. 

Another shows where the same child is older, holding a rainbow colored snake with Tawny assisting her, crouched down beside her in her lab coat, a big smile on both of their faces. 

No, not just smiles. 

The picture had captured their laughter. 

He has to pull his eyes from the photo, recognizing the snakes all too well. 

Snow looks at her, studying her expression as she looks at the photos. 

“She died a couple days after that photo.” Tawny states. “Dyess had wanted to take her to look around the arena. It’s treated like a tourist attraction more times than not, as you know. I begged him not to, I didn’t want her to be around all of that…I didn’t particularly enjoy the Games themselves. I thought them to be cruel, but still necessary…” She trails off, taking in a breath. “He was off that day and had told me he wouldn’t take her,  but I felt like he was going to, anyway, so I just ignored it as best as I could.” She continues. “Next thing I know I have a Peacekeeper telling me that my child, Tullia, has been identified as one of the casualties of a rebel bombing at the arena.”

He looks at the floor. 

“If he would’ve been there when I first found out…” She adds, referring to Dyess, “…I probably would’ve killed him, Snow. I was so angry with him.” 

“Rebels killed my father, out in Twelve.” He states to try to ease the rage slowly starting to bubble in her. 

She looks at him and nods, saying, “I know. My dad lost half his leg trying to save him.” 

He hadn’t realized Tiberius served with his father, though he supposes it doesn’t come as a surprise. 

Dr. Gaul was so heavily interwoven with Crassus Snow, of course Tiberius knew him, too. 

“I thought he walked that way due to his age.” He adds, earning a smile from her.

He liked seeing her smile. 

She was pretty to look at. 

“No, no, there’s a chunk of prosthetic under those pleats.” She informs him. “He’s too proud to admit to himself, still, though.” 

“He seems like a good man.” He admits, taking a liking to the old man.

He carried himself well. 

“He is.” Tawny is fast to confirm it. “A very good man. A very, very, good man. He’s wonderful. He truly is.” She adds before saying, “I hope my mother didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

His eyes bulge and he scoffs.

“She’s…” He trails off, recalling those sharp green eyes staring at him hungrily.

“She really likes men.” She outright says it, no other way to put it than that. 

“Yeah.” He agrees, able to tell it without her confirming it to him. 

“She sold herself when dad was off fighting to make ends meet.” She confesses, swallowing the lump in her throat. 

Coriolanus thinks of Tigris…

“I didn’t judge her when I realized what she was doing. I couldn’t. Everyone was starving and scared and she did what she felt she had to do to keep me alive while dad and my brothers were away.” She explains. “Dad didn’t know about it, but then the war ended shortly after he got injured, and he got home, and she didn’t stop seeing other men — although by that point they didn’t pay for her anymore. She just wanted to be anywhere else but home with anyone else but my father.” Tawny rolls her jaw. “She’d stay gone for days at a time and we would go look for her.” 

“Why didn’t he leave?” Snow questions, furrowing his brows. “They would have granted him a Dissolution of Marriage on grounds of infidelity.” 

“He didn’t want to leave.” She shakes her head. “He told me, ‘War changes people…and it rarely changes them in ways we like. That’s just the order of things’.” She says. “I think he felt guilty that my brothers were killed, and he couldn’t be home to support her in her mourning. So he couldn’t leave her for being desperate to get her mind off of things.” 

He can’t imagine loving someone so much that he’d tolerate them embarrassing him in that way. 

He doesn’t know if it makes Tiberius a good man, or a fool. 

“My mother used to sleep with inappropriate men when she was stressed.” She says it as a realization, looking at him and he picks up on what she’s saying. 

“They do say the older women get, the more they turn into their mothers.” He states humorously. 

“Promise me you’ll kill me before that happens, please.” She says it in a half-laugh, half-serious tone. 

“I promise.” He assures her casually, not saying anything else as she looks up at him and expects him to keep speaking. 

She needs him to say something and fill the silent void because the longer they stare at one another, the heavier her breaths get, the more her chest heaves and catches his eyes, the more he wants to rip her top off of her…

“I, um, I need to clean up.”  She tells him, “They’ll probably be coming back inside soon.” 

She moves to leave the room, and he follows her, waiting patiently for her to shut the door and step in front of him to the dining room to help collect plates and clean off the table. 

“Thank you,” she says as he takes the last of the wine glasses to the sink. 

She wipes the table off and replaces the cloth on it, before she turns to head back to the kitchen only to be stopped when she sees him leaning against the door frame, staring at her. 

Perhaps it’s the little bit of wine that he had himself, or the sight of her leaning over the table as she smoothed out its cloth, or the sob stories she had confided in him earlier that makes him somewhat pity her more than he already had, but when she backs up to the table while he slowly steps to her, he has to fight against the urge to unbuckle his belt, undo his pants and have her. 

Instead he settles for her tongue mixing with his, her legs wrapped around her waist, grinding against the bulge in his pants as soft breaths sigh out in his ear, his lips leaving her own to trail along her neck. 

He wants to taste her, fumbling with the top of her silkie pants but she pushes his hand away, stopping him. 

“We can’t they’re—” she can’t speak, mouth falling open at the feeling of him between her legs, the two of them moving against each other desperately. 

She wants him inside of her, tired of picturing him when Dyess touches her, exhausted with trying to touch herself the way he does and being completely unsuccessful. 

She wants his hand around her throat, or in her hair, his spit in her mouth, his bite marks along her skin, his cock taking what he wants from her. 

His hand goes between her thighs, feeling the fabric is slick with her, the feeling making her hips buck into him, her head falling back as she relents,“Okay.” 

He rips at her pants, the button that had been secured with a small string falling to the floor but neither of them care. 

She has to bite her wrist when two of his fingers push past her skimpy panties and go into her, his jaw going slack with the way she tightens around the digits, his pants painfully strained. 

He has to be quick with this, so he is. 

She damn near crawls away from him when he sucks her clit into his mouth, fingers continuously hitting against that spot inside of her that has her wrist falling from her mouth, hand threading in his hair. 

“Fuck,” she whispers in a squeak, “ Coriolanus .”

He grins at the sound, no more professional “Mr. Snow,” or casual, “Snow.” 

Not when they do this. 

She grinds against his face, heels kicked off her feet as her back arches, tears at the corner of her eyes. 

Her mother was right. 

She is so easy to get spun up. 

She fists the lace table cloth in her hands to avoid messing up his hair, the less evidence of this atrocity the better. 

Her stomach knots up, painted toes curling as Snow twirls his tongue around her, pistoning his fingers in and out harshly, making her nearly see stars. 

“I —” she goes to speak but can’t, unable to breathe when he groans into her, more of her slick coating his tongue, making his own eyes roll back. 

Her legs shake, tensing up, her abdomen tightening along with her cunt. 

She hits her peak, nearly trying to push him off of her, it’s too much at one time, and it’s messy when she cums. 

Perhaps it is the thrill of the risk of being caught, perhaps it’s the fact her husband is just above them, but he keeps his fingers moving in her, allowing her to ride out her high on them as he captures her lips with his own, her tongue licking her own spend off of his tongue. 

“It feels so good,” She whispers to him in a whimper, his fingers still curling inside of her. 

“Does it?” He asks huskily, heaving out a breath when she palms at his cock through his pants. 

“I want more,” she begs, wanting to shove him on the floor and sink down onto him. 

“Not here.” He doesn’t want to go that far.

He digs his fingers against her walls once more, her eyes fluttering shut, forehead falling to his shoulder as she allows him to pull another orgasm from her. 

She clings to his shoulders, shaking and trying to control her noise level when she cums again. 

“We’re going to keep doing this .” He tells her, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him as blue eyes stare  down into brown. “Because I want to. And I’m going to keep looking at you because I like looking at you.” He adds. 

It doesn’t affect work, it doesn’t affect their marriages. It’s just them using one another to feel good. 

“Okay.” She nods, his lips pressing to hers before his teeth sink into her bottom lip, her gloved hands holding either side of his face gently. 

He pulls away after a moment, letting out a heavy breath as he calms down, noticing movement in the corner of his eye. 

Tigris’s blue eyes widen to the size of saucers at the sight of them tangled together, and all she can muster is a very quick and stuttery,  “Th-They’re coming back inside.” 

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x gaul oc #coriolanus snow x oc #young!coriolanus snow

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blog rules!

Hello! Thank you for checking out my rules. The mun is 25+ and my birthday is November 6. My name is Brittany, or you can call me Britt, and my pronouns are she/her. I live in Canada (EST).

I use small text for basically everything, I use icons (80x80) for all muses, I use italics and bold as needed for emphasis in my writing.

This is a roleplay blog, a multimuse that contains all original characters. All muses are always available, but I do have a main muse; the favorite.

NOTE: some of my muses are able to speak different languages. I do not, I only speak English. So if this ever comes up, I will be using google translator, so please be forgiving of errors.

Below the cut are my rules and how I run my blog. I apologize for it's length.

First, a little bit about me! I am autistic and have adhd. Forgive me if I occasionally have trouble understanding something or if I'm socially awkward. I don't intentionally want to upset anyone. I can only offer my best. I am a huge animal lover and I may post pictures of my service dog here and there.

I don't mind NON-roleplay blogs following me. Feel free to reblog memes, quotes, images, gifs, I prefer that you reblog from me. DO NOT reblog my roleplays unless you're the recipient, my headcanons, answered asks about myself or my characters.

Hub blogs; more than happy to write with you! But preferably I would follow just the main blog as a "this is me saying I'll write with any of your muses but I'm not following all the blogs." I just prefer not to follow a bunch of sideblogs all connected to one main.

Don't follow if you have no patience. I'm here to have fun, I'm not a writing-machine. Do not pester for replies.

Take your time. You are worth waiting for, don't apologize for it. I'm always available out of character to chat, and I have a discord that I will give out on request. I will never rush you, please don't rush me.

My blog is strictly 18+ due to the themes that will be present here. Not limited to: violence, blood, death, gore, horror, weaponry (guns, knives), drugs, alcohol, harm to people and animals, hunting for food, profanity, ghosts, werewolf and other beast-like creatures, dogs, wild canids, cats, dragons, taxidermy (thylacines). If these topics make you uncomfortable, you follow at your own risk.

Please tell me if you need a trigger warning. I rarely use trigger warnings, especially given that my blog is dedicated to dark themes and characters. So it can be difficult for me to really understand what needs one. I personally have no triggers.

I am always accepting memes and questions! Answers vary in length. I will not always answer everything sent, please don't take this the wrong way. Sometimes I just don't know how to respond.

You do not need to specify my muse when sending memes. Please specify your muse if you're a multimuse. Feel free to send memes or questions with "your choice," but don't be disappointed or ask me to change it if I respond with a muse you "didn't want." If you want a certain muse or range of muses, specify the name(s).

I love continuing asks! Even if it's short, it can still be fun and it gives us both extra bits and pieces of depth into our muses. Sometimes a meme can spark an idea for a great thread. I LOVE multiple threads! I am greedy. Give me all the threads!

I continue asks from the ask itself. The trim reblog system allows the ask to be trimmed away. If you want to continue an ask with me, reblog my answered ask.

I will no longer be posting chain-asks, and I likely won't be sending any either anymore. Though I deeply appreciate that you thought of me, the chain-asks get to be too much. If I want to spread love to a blog, I will do so with my own words.

I am embarrassingly bad at plotting. Please don't come to me thinking I am going to have all these awesome ideas... It's extremely unlikely that I will. I don't hate plotting, I'm bad at it. I will try to plot if you want to, but this is a fair warning that I struggle with the concept of plotting. Please don't get mad at me if I can't provide ideas.

The best way to start a thread with me is: Sending and continuing asks. Starter calls and responding to open starters. Tagging me in random starters.

Open starters are always open. It doesn't matter if it was posted today or five years ago, or if it's been responded to. Open starters are always open!

HATE FREE BLOG. I don't give haters attention, look for the attention you want elsewhere. My muses are not a reflection of me. I'm a mess who requires peace.

Do not tell me you know nothing about my muse(s). The information is right there in my pinned post and blog description; a link to my muses where each muse has their details linked. If you need help accessing the links, let me know.

I am semi-selective and open to writing with non-mutuals. I try to give everyone a chance, but sometimes things don't work out and that is okay. If you followed me first, give me a couple days. If I haven't followed back by then, I likely won't.

Please soft block to break mutuals with me. If I fail to notice you've unfollowed, I may still continue to interact with you. Mutual checker does not work on sideblogs. I soft block to break mutuals. I do not like hard blocking people unless they've made me uncomfortable.

Feel free to drop a thread if you're no longer feeling it. You don't have to tell me; I'll assume anything not responded to is dropped, or I may ask. Want to continue it again down the road? Sure! There's no pressure here. Just have fun!

I am open to shipping my muses romantically, I love shipping, but I do admit I don't have a lot of experience writing romance. I am open to all relationships; friends, familial, enemies, etc. I am multi-ship. Each thread is separate, each romance is separate.

Pre-established ships, unplanned feelings that lead to a ship, easing into a ship. My/your muse has feelings but your/my muse doesn't. All is good. What matters is the mun not forcing a ship.

I am not comfortable writing smut and will not participate in that sort of writing. I will utilize a fade-to-black.

I have certain muses that are non-shippable, these muses are: Bailey (a child), Alpha, Delta, Miso, Rex and Vesper (animals).

No power playing. Moving along a small scene is okay, but don't control my muses' actions, words and don't assume that my muse is unable to dodge a move by yours.

I don't want to write with a "mary-sue." This means a muse that is deemed "perfect" with zero flaws; everybody loves them, they never make mistakes, they know everything there is, can do everything, etc. It's just not fun.

Quality over quantity! Replies don't need to be long to be good and fun. I only ask that you try not sending me one line if I write a large paragraph.

I only roleplay on tumblr. No exceptions, sorry, I will never write on discord or any other text messaging platform.

I do not send "passwords" or anything of the sort. I don't follow without reading rules. If I followed you, I have looked over your rules and muse(s). But do understand that on top of my memory problems, I read a lot of rules and muse bios. Things will be forgotten. I do often re-read prior to writing, but mistakes happen.

THESE RULES ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS NEEDED!

#moved my rules from a separate link to this tumblr post! #RULES