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baldval · 3 days

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Can you do a Vox x reader where we comfort Vox after Valentino broke his screen?

please and thank you!

TO BE HUNTED!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox x gn!reader (stablished relationship)

warnings: implied violence from valentino (not mentioned explicitly)

wc: 608

a/n: tried to make this short and sweet, also i don't know how to fix screens??? i just talked about it as if it was average human skin.

"sit down." your tone is crisp, an order, not a request.

you walk not towards him but to the freezer as you speak, and when you turn around, there is a bag of frozen peas in your hand.

"i'm okay," he tells you, but he can't stop the hiss of pain that emerges when you press the bag of peas - gently, and wrapped in a paper towel - against the left side of his screen.

there's a slight sting too, enough to make him think that the glass might be broken.

"sure you are." your voice is dry and when he chances a glance up at you, you're actually rolling her eyes. "that's why you're going to have a black eye the size of Jupiter in the morning." you lift the bag a little, pursing your lips at what you see: a huge line going from his right eye towards the left part of his mouth. "i have some paper stitches upstairs in my med bag; you might need them."

when you press the bag back down, there's another sting. his screen was definitely broken. he's expecting the pain this time so he keeps the hiss back. his hand is warm against yours when you take him by the wrist.

it's not romantic , you're just checking his pulse, however, you can't help but feel certain butterflies in your stomach as you feel the contact of his skin against your fingers.

"where else?"

it's on the tip of his tongue to tell you that he's absolutely fine but the look that you give him has him rethinking that notion.

"ribs," he admits. "left side. i'm pretty sure they're only bruised…"

"let me be the judge of that." you kneel down beside him, fingers making short work of the buttons of his shirt, lips pursing again when you see the livid red marks shaped like someone's boot.

your hands run across the marks, probing and pressing and it's hard for vox not to squirm because not only are your hands cold but also because usually when your hands are moving across his skin like this, it's very much not in a medical capacity. which is something that his body doesn't seem to recognise, even if he is in pain.

as you straighten up, you look back into his eyes, a relieved look on your face. "nothing broken," you confirm. "but I wouldn't be doing anything strenuous if I was you."

he can't help himself. he reaches out his free hand, cupping your cheek. "aw… shame."

he's not actually being serious, but amusement flickers across your face. "you cannot possibly be turned on by this scenario." you tease.

vox drops the bag of peas on the kitchen table, pulling you onto his lap. you go easily, looping your arms around his neck.

"i think you seriously need to reconsider the effect that you have on me at all times," he tells you, bringing his lips towards you for a kiss.

it doesn't last as long as he would like, his own hiss of pain being the main cause of that, and your reaction is half resigned, half 'i told you so'

"so, doctor," he asks as you drop your forehead against his, "what's the prescription?"

"bed rest." your reply is prompt as your hands slide towards his, threading your fingers through his and pulling him up.

"lots of lots of bed rest…" there's a twinkle in your eyes that he's very familiar with and loves to see. "while i see what it takes to kiss you better."

vox thinks that the answer to that particular question is 'not much'.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #vox x you #cursed cat alastor #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin vox

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vivwritesfics · 3 days

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Kisses

Can anybody think of a better way to spend an afternoon than helping one of their boyfriends help cover their other boyfriend in kisses?

Basically, @finnydraws showed me some of their incredible art of Bob covered in kisses and I had to write it for our boys

Rooster x reader x Bob

Bob Floyd had never not felt loved in his relationship. He knew he was loved when it was just the two of them. And when they introduced Bradley Bradshaw into their relationship, the love only grew.

They never did anything to make Bob feel less loved than usual. He didn't get any less kisses than what he was used to. No, the love in that relationship was free flowing and plentiful.

But still, Bob couldn’t help but feel left out sometimes. He didn't mean to, knew deep in his heart that he was just as loved as ever. But it was when he saw her with Rooster, their Sunshine laughing as Bradley's moustache tickled her.

Bob knew he could have joined them, knew he could have sat on the other side of Bradley as the three of them exchanged kissed. Deep down he knew that they would have been so happy to have him there.

But still, Bob sat back and watched.

It was heartwarming in a way, watching the two of them. Bradley held her so gently with one hand, the other tickling her sides as she laid in his lap. But they interrupted each others giggles with kisses.

Bob wanted to join in, but he couldn't help but feel like he was intruding. Nothing they'd done had ever made him feel this way; he just did.

But then Bradley looked up from his place on the sofa. He looked right at Bob and halted his fingers from tickling her side.

Why did Bradley have to look at him with such pretty eyes? That small smile of his was only just visible beneath his moustache. "What're you doing all the way over there, Floyd?"

The relationship was still somewhat new. Maybe that was why Bob felt such trepidation as he walked over. It had been easy for her to get used to kissing both boys, but Bob and Bradley couldn't help but dance around each other.

It took so long before Bradley and Bob kissed each other. A moment of bravery on both of their parts as Bob threaded his fingers through Bradley's hair. Bradley knocked his glasses slightly with his nose, but it had ended with them giggling against each others lips.

Bob sat on the other side of Bradley. As soon as he did, he was looking down at her, in Bradley's lap. "Hey, Bo," she said softly as she reached for him.

She pulled him down first, but Bradley had his turn just after. And then he turned back to the girl in his lap. "I dunno, Sunshine," he said as he placed his arm around Bob's shoulders. "I think we should cover our boy in hickies."

Bob blushed a brilliant shade of red. But he didn't stop her when she climbed into his lap and pulled his yellow shirt over his head.

She and Bradley were on him in an instant, pressing kisses to every available inch of skin. At first it was so cute, Bob a blushing, giggling mess. Under the touches of his loves, he was simply melting, putty in their hands.

But then Bob felt teeth. Hers at first, he knew them well. As she sucked a mark against his chest, Bradley gently bit his shoulder.

Small whimpers left Bob's lips. His chest, neck, shoulders and stomach. Anywhere they could get to.

"Look at you, Floyd," said Bradley as he sat back to admire their handiwork. He grabbed a hold of her, pulling her back into his lap so she too could look at Bob.

A small gasp left her lips. "Oops," she said, reaching for her phone as Bradley softly pinched her hips. She opened her camera and snapped a few pictures of him, looking so delectable sitting there, covered in their marks. "Do you think we went a bit overboard, Roos?" She asked as she leaned against Bradley.

Bradley reached out to touch one of the many marks on his chest. "You look so pretty, Floyd," he said softly.

Bob tried to look down at himself, at the marks. But there wasn't a lot he could see. "D-do I really?" The dusting of red hadn't left his cheeks, and he was sure it wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon.

She pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to his cheek. He really was pretty, and they were gonna make sure he knew, make sure he felt loved.

a/n: here is the art that inspired this (holy fuck look at him he's so cute). Tumblr and twitter can be found, but be warned the twitter is NSFW

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tragicdruid · 2 days

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Angst with Scara please, using this line!

“Is it too hard to love me back?”

Lost Love (1)

Pairings: Scaramouche x Reader

Contains: Angst no comfort (?), established relationship, break up, minor Archon quest spoiler

Word Count: 600+

Part 1 | Part 2

Scaramouche was different now -- or perhaps he had always been this way. Ever since he'd successfully taken the electro gnosis, his mind has been dead set on a singular goal; becoming a God. Everything else had fallen to the wayside. He abandoned the Fatui and, in some ways, it feels as if he's abandoned you.

You were still at his side during this venture, following him loyally as a lover should. But love...it felt as if it was slipping through your fingertips. So focused on godhood, it was as if he'd forgotten you. Or rather, you were no longer of any importance. He cared more about a single worshiper than he did his lover. At least, that's what it felt like.

As you stand in the Joururi workshop, staring up at the giant mechanism that Scaramouche is attached to from within, your expression becomes pensive.

"Is this really what you want?" You ask, head tilting as your eyes search for his visage behind the combination of intricate metals. When was the last time you saw his face? Felt his touch? Weeks? Months?

"What kind of question is that? Of course it is." His voice echoes out into the space, full of disdain and judgement. As if you were nothing more than a dog.

In truth, you missed him. It was as simple as that. Sure, you were in the same space, but things were different now. It wasn't as if the two of you had a normal relationship to begin with, but it feels as if the fragile thread that connected you both was on the verge of breaking. And it's not like you weren't supportive of his plans. You just wonder if the consequences were worth it.

"Well...once you become a God, where does that leave us?" You hope that there will still be an us.

Contemptuous laughter fills the space and you feel your stomach drop. "What do you think? You will worship me like everyone else," he sneers, and you can practically feel his cold gaze through the machine.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," you reply quickly, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. "You know I love you. Is it too hard to love me back?"

You earn a scoff of disbelief before he chuckles coolly. "Love? Is that what you thought it was? Mortals are so simpleminded."

Your chest clenches at his words, wanting to believe that he's just being disagreeable to irritate you, as he often did. The power must be getting to his head.

"Yes, love. Aren't we enough? You don't have to do all this to prove yourself."

"Hah, I don't need to prove myself. This is my birthright. If you think I'm going to stop just because you think you're special, think again."

Immediately, tears begin to well in your eyes as your voice gets caught in your throat. You want to argue like you always do, but you know this is different.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Scaramouche was always one to twist the knife, but you had hoped that he wouldn't be so cruel to you.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you blink away your tears and glare at the mechanism that was to be his new form. "I guess we're done then," you mutter bitterly, turning your back to him.

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings? You'll come running back like you always do."

His taunting laughter fills the chamber as you walk away. You don't come back.

--------🍃

A Wanderer walks alone through the marketplace. You pass him with groceries in hand, your scent familiar and expression serene. He is unfamiliar to you, but as your eyes meet, you catch a glimpse of yearning in those stunning indigo orbs. The stranger tilts his head downward, the rim of his hat blocking your view as he continues on his path.

Pausing for a moment, you turn your head to stare at the stranger's back. With a shrug, you return home, wondering why that wanderer looked at you with something akin to love.

#scaramouche x reader #balladeer x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #td;writing #td;genshin

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piftamere · 1 day

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part twenty-three - something stupid (wc : 0.4k)

“what do you want to eat?” maki asks you, as you both stand in front of the colorful food stall.

“um let me think,” you reply, tapping your chin while examining your options as if you were making a life-threatening decision, “how about candied strawberries?” you finally suggest, your face lighting up.

maki seems to ponder for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly before a small smile appears onto her face,“yeah, that sounds good.”

you hand over the money to the vendor and receive two sticks of shiny, ruby-red candied strawberries.

“i don’t think we’re gonna have a good view of the fireworks from here.” you say as you inspect your surroundings, sounding a little disappointed.

she looks around and then back at you with a determined expression. “let’s look for a better spot then, hurry they’re gonna start soon,” she grabs your hand firmly, “i won’t loose you this time.” threading her fingers through yours and leading you into the crowd.

you trail behind her, focused on trying not to stumble as you match her pace, though the feeling of her warm skin on yours is a little distracting.

finally, you find a perfect spot with a clear view of the sky. settling down on the grass next to her, still holding hands.

“i’m glad you and megumi are cousins” you mutter matter-of-factly, as you hand maki her candied strawberries.

she looks at you with a puzzled smile. “that’s a bit random, but ok.”

you chuckle, “i meant that i’m happy you and megumi are cousins because that way i got to know you. i’m really glad i met you.”

her face softens as she gazes into your eyes. “i’m really glad i met you too.”

you sit in silence before maki speaks up hesitantly. “can i confess something?”

“sure go ahead” you turn to her, your curiosity peaked.

“i never really liked strawberries…” she admits, barely above a whisper.

you stare at her, then at the strawberries in your hands. “why didn’t you say so?? i would’ve bought something else! or we could’ve eaten different things!!”

she looks down at the snack, a small smile on her lips. “you seemed so excited, and i wanted to share with you… turns out strawberries aren’t as bad as i remembered them to be.”

you bump your shoulder into hers, laughing lightly “you’ve gotten soft maki.”

she bumps you back, but she doesn’t move away, instead resting her head on your shoulder and sighing contentedly as the first fireworks light up the sky. “i guess i have.”

[tl:dr : you buy snacks, run through a crowd to get to a spot with a better view while holding hands, and watch the fireworks]

fun facts

maki and y/n rented their yukatas after spending all afternoon the day before the festival trying different ones on, in the end maki picked y/n's and y/n picked maki's

kugisaki didn't comment on y/n's "possible feelings" since y/n's feeling down but she's taking notes, and pulling her hair out at their stupidity

the song maki mentioned was written by y/n alone about how confused she's been feeling lately, especially because of her feelings and relationships

author's note

megumi needs to grow up fr

can you tell i like holding hands? i feel like i always end up incorporating it lol

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

Part twenty-three - Next

rbs and interactions are highly appreciated <3

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zoeythegoodgirl · 2 days

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Good Girl, Bad Girl

A bit later than usual, you walk through the door and enter the living room. It was a little busier than usual today, so you ended up staying a little longer than normal. You toss your bag down on the floor next to the door. You begin to call out but stop yourself when you see your wife on the couch. You also notice another familiar face; she’s invited a friend of hers to come and hang out with the two of you that night.

“Oh hey,” says your wife, excitedly. “We were just talking about you! It was getting a little late, so we were thinking whether we should call you or not.” You apologize for not letting her know, to which she responds, “Hush, now, my love. It’s okay! I promise.” She gives you a kiss on the cheek before skipping back over to the couch. “Come join us! We’re watching a movie!”

She pats a space between her and her friend, into which you settle and begin to snuggle into your wife’s embrace. You notice she’s wearing one of her nicer perfumes, but don’t think too much of it. The movie is nothing special, and you almost begin to fall asleep when you feel a hand gently sliding up your thigh. “Babe,” you tease, “she’s right there. What if she sees?”

“Oh, I think she’ll be just fine.” It takes a second, but you notice that it wasn’t your wife who said that. You turn and see her friend looming over you, her hand drifting ever so slightly up your thigh. “You can’t expect me to behave when you look so tempting like that, can you? I just have to have you.”

You turn to your wife, who gives you a gentle shush and a kiss on too of your head. You know she’ll take care of you if things get too heavy, so you relax into her body. Your legs spread almost by instinct, as if they know to expose the treasure between them.

“Oh, you naughty girl! You think I’ll just give you what you want? No, babe, you have to earn it,” your wife’s friend teases. The stern tone in her voice elicits a quiet whine. “What was that, dear? Are you complaining?” You shake your head in response.

Your wife grabs your hand and squeezes gently. “Let’s take this to somewhere more fitting,” she says gently. Her friend grabs your other hand and pulls you up roughly, almost dragging you towards the bedroom. Her clear eagerness makes you skirt tent noticeably. Suddenly you find yourself pinned to the wall, a hand grabbing the bulge in your skirt. Your wife’s friend kisses you roughly. “You’re gonna be a good girl and give this to me, aren’t you? Give me what I want,” she growls against your lips.

Your wife kisses her on the cheek and grabs your hand, pulling you gently away from the rough need of her friend and guiding you towards the bedroom. “She will. Now come, let’s get situated.” You follow her closely like a timid puppy. When you get to the bedroom, your wife gestures for you to undo the zipper on her dress. You do so, and she lets the dress fall to the floor. Underneath it is just a pair of lace panties. She climbs into the bed, and pats the space between her legs, inviting you to come lay between them. You go to remove your own clothing, a blouse and pencil skirt, but a slap leaves your hands stinging and recoiling. “We’ll take care of that. Get in the bed. Now,” barks your wife’s friend.

You comply and feel your wife’s arms surround you. You let yourself sink into her, almost not noticing the mattress shift as her friend climbs in. Your wife begins to undo the buttons on your blouse, slowly and gently. In the meantime, her friend tugs at the waistband of your skirt. You hear the threads ripping and know you’re going to need to get that repaired. But right now, you let yourself sink into the haze.

With the sound of more fabric tearing, your panties are suddenly gone, exposing your cock, thick and hard with need. You gasp, moaning somewhat as you do. This kind of feral, animalistic desire is new, but you’re enjoying it. Intensely. You look between your legs to find your wife’s friend frantically removing her top. Her bottoms were gone before she got into the bed with you, but you didn’t notice until now. What you do notice, however, are her breasts, smaller, but big enough to fill your hand when you cup them. You reach out to touch them but catch yourself. You forgot to ask permission. As if sensing what you’re about to ask, you hear your wife say, “Go ahead. They’re really nice, aren’t they?” You can only whimper in response, but she knows you agree. You give one breast a gentle squeeze, relishing the feeling of flesh giving way to your grasp. You pinch her nipple between your fingers. You can feel how hard it is in your hand, and moan softly.

Your wife’s friend pulls your hand away from her breast, almost tossing it aside as she slides down your legs. Your hips are suddenly pinned as you feel her mouth on your balls. You moan and involuntarily try to buck your hips, but they’re held firm in her strong grip. You feel your cock being almost swallowed when she takes it into her mouth. You moan loudly, and your wife puts two of her fingers in your mouth. You immediately begin to suck on her fingers, just as her friend is sucking on you: with deep, almost primal need. Your moans are stifled into quieter whines. “Hush, now, baby,” coos your wife behind you, “Isn’t this so good?” You’ve never felt anything like this before, but you can’t help but love it.

After a while, your wife chimes in again over your whines. “Now, now. Don’t be greedy,” your wife chides her friend, gently, “We both know what she really wants. And I think she’s earned it, don’t you?” The pressure between your legs is lifted, but the respite doesn’t last very long. Your wife’s friend climbs up your legs until she’s straddling your hips. You feel her on your cock, wet and hot with desire. She grabs your shaft, lifting her hips up just enough to lower herself back down on you. She places her hands down on your shoulders to steady herself and begins to roll her hips. You wife pulls her fingers from your mouth, and her friend’s lips meet yours in a rough, almost brutish kiss. She’s not in control anymore, having given in completely to her lust and desire.

After what feels like hours, she lets up on her kiss, and you gasp for air before getting lost in the sensation again. You look towards your wife’s friend, and see her eyes are shut tightly, her head tilted down. The intensity of her need is so great that her body won’t let her take in anything else. You feel her clench around you, and her hips shudder, but only briefly let up their roll. As soon as her orgasm is over, her hips bear down on you again, hungrily pulling more pleasure from your body. You hear your wife’s gentle voice behind you, “It’s okay, love. Just let it out. You’re being so good for us.” She wipes your cheek, and you notice that the growing pressure between your legs has begun to overwhelm you to the point of tears. You turn your head to look at her, trying to take comfort in her soft countenance.

Suddenly, though, your gaze is shifted forcefully back to her friend. She’s grabbed your chin and turned your face back towards her. “Did I say you could look away,” she growls. The roll of her hips is unrelenting, and you begin to beg for release. “Please,” you plead, “it’s too much. Please let me cum, Mistress!”

From behind, you hear your wife chide, “Babe, I love your begging. But don’t you think you’re begging the wrong person?” You turn to look at her, a cheeky smile on her face. She’s been in charge this whole time. Directing her friend, grounding you, guiding you both through this whole scenario. “I’m sorry, Miss,” you whine. Tears are still building in your eyes. You’re so desperate, but you still haven’t gotten permission. “Please, I don’t want to be bad,” you cry, “I can’t hold back much longer. Please, Miss, let me be good for you.”

“Oh, but I think you can,” she replies, “and you will. Won’t you, sweetheart?” Tears erupt from your eyes, falling like raindrops down your cheeks. Desperate pleas shout from your lips as the pressure between your legs overtakes you. The effort of containing your orgasm is almost too much to bear, but all you hear from behind you is laughter. You feel another clench around your cock, a shudder in the hips, and almost burst from the intensity of your need. After a length of time that you have no idea of passes, you finally hear your wife say, “Go ahead babe. She asked for you, and I told her she could have you. Give yourself to her. Your lust, your need, share it for me.” A dam bursts between your legs, and your cum pours out of you like a river as you finally allow the orgasm to overtake you.

Your wife’s friend pulls your body tightly into hers. You feel her breasts pushing against her chest, her arms squeezing you, and your cum leaking out onto your balls as more continues to jet its way from your cock. You feel more clenching, as if her body was aching to pull as much of your cum as deeply into her as possible. You bite into the skin where her shoulder meets her neck, screaming from the strength of your orgasm.

When the aftershocks begin to fade, you fall against your wife, and her friend falls on you in turn. “Good girls,” you hear, “that was so good to watch! We’re gonna have quite a mess to clean up here, though. Can you two walk to the guest room?” You feel the weight on you lessen as your wife’s friend stands up. A huge glob of your cum falls from between her legs onto the bed, mixing with the puddle already there. “On second thought,” your wife giggles, “head to the shower. I’ll be there in a minute to help you clean.” With gelatin legs, you make your way to the bathroom, leaning heavily on the wall for support. You and your wife’s friend sit on the edge of the tub as soon as you get there, giggling as you look upon each other in shambles. After a while, your wife walks in, and chides playfully, “Who said you could cum that much?! Those sheets are completely ruined.” You offer a weak apology, which she dismisses as she starts a bath. “Alright, in. Both of you.” Your wife’s friend enters the bath first, and you snuggle up against her afterwards. The rest of the night passes in a blur, and you fall asleep in the arms of your new partner, your wife cradling the both of you.

Before sleep overtakes you, the last thing you hear is your wife cooing, “That’s my good girls.”

#zoey needs

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stupidphototricks · 2 days

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It's interesting re-reading Sir Terry Pratchett's books in a random order, because there are connections that I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. I read Johnny and the Dead immediately after The Wee Free Men, and these two passages struck me in a similar way:

And what there was about the Queen's voice was this: It said, in a friendly, understanding way, that she was right and you were wrong. And this wasn't your fault, exactly. It was probably the fault of your parents, or your food, or something so terrible that you've completely forgotten about it. It wasn't your fault, the Queen understood, because you were a nice person. It was just such a terrible thing that all these bad influences had made you make the wrong choices. -- Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

The words would fill up the hall until they were higher than people's heads. They were smooth, soothing words. Soon they'd close over the top of all the trilbies and woolly hats, and everyone would be sitting there like sea anemones. They'd come here with things to say, even if they didn't know how to say them. The thing was to keep your head down. But if you did keep your head down, you'd drown in other people's words. -- Terry Pratchett, Johnny and the Dead

Both of them describe dealing with an adversary who is smooth-talking, articulate, eloquent; someone who is apt to win the argument by saying things perfectly and making you look stupid and silly and wrong, no matter how right you actually are. Someone who can even make you question whether you are right.

I feel this in my bones because in pretty much any situation, no matter how much I believe in my own opinion I can never coherently explain it to anyone else, if they don't already agree with me. I stammer, and get confused, and can't find the right word, and lose the thread, and give up. It doesn't matter, I think.

Of course the stakes are a lot higher for Tiffany and Johnny in these books. And of course (spoiler, but not really) they find the strength, and the words, to not be overridden and out-talked and silenced and gaslighted (gaslit?), but to push back and say what they need to say.

I wonder if Terry Pratchett drew on his own experience with having a speech impediment, here. I imagine that there were a lot of occasions in his early life where people talked over him, didn't take him seriously, didn't let him finish what he was saying. And, well. We all know that as it turned out he was extremely worth listening to.

Just because someone has difficulty speaking doesn't mean that they don't have something worthwhile to say. Be patient.

Just because someone is eloquent and well-spoken doesn't mean that they're telling the truth or have your best interests at heart. Practice critical thinking.

And most importantly your opinion matters, and you should express it, however imperfectly.

#terry pratchett #terry pratchett gnu #discworld #tiffany aching #johnny maxwell #the wee free men #johnny and the dead

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literary-motif · 1 day

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Can I request a hurt/comfort fic with a listener who's dealing with anger issues? Where the listener never told Andrew they suffered from those problems?

The listener goes to therapy for it but still has those moments where they just blows up, and in one of those moments they just blow up in front of Andrew(maybe not at him but that's your choice and I don't mind it).

And it would be interesting if it happened right after(or during) the second date, where Andrew was publicly humiliated by that girl😒

Srry if this is too long of a request! Or too demanding, I hope I didn't come out that way /gen

Not at all! Hope you enjoy <3

Injustice

Andrew Marston x Reader

The walk to Andrew’s apartment was quiet. Neither of you felt like talking after what had just happened.

The scene replayed in your head on an endless loop, the stranger walking up to you, spitting accusations and insults for all to hear until she ran out of breath and threw the drink in Andrew’s face. The gasp of the other guests, Andrew’s hurt expression, and the tears glistening in his eyes that he blinked away as he got up.

Once your thundering heartbeat calmed in the night air and the adrenalin died down, your shock slowly bled into anger.

It was quiet at first, resentment and disappointment lodged inside your chest, but with every time you saw that girl throw a drink in Andrew’s face, with every time you remembered how you had scurried out of that restaurant — running from the people that would throw judgemental glances and spread even more rumors — you felt your chest tightening.

By the time you entered the apartment, you were boiling with rage.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Andrew said quietly, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it for a moment. He was tired. The ordeal had exhausted him and he could not help worrying about how this would further besmirch his reputation and put a strain on your relationship.

“This is so unfair!” you exclaimed, raising your voice. The last thread of your self-composure had finally snapped, and you could not help but vent your frustration. “How could this happen? Why the hell can’t we even get a quiet evening!”

“I know, Darling,” Andrew said, pushing himself off the door and walking towards you, “Such is life, I suppose. We need to deal with—”

“Shut up, Andrew!” you screamed, whirling around to face him and pointing an accusing finger at him. “I don’t want to ‘deal with’ anything. I’m not the problem. We did nothing wrong! The world needs to get a grip and learn how to leave us alone. It’s them, not us, you understand?”

You were panting heavily, hands clenched into fists that were shaking with rage. This was not fair. The feeling of injustice made your blood boil, clouding your mind until all you could focus on was this overwhelming anger stealing your breath and making you see red.

“Breathe,” Andrew said, placing his hands on your shoulders. It was grounding, slowly anchoring you to the present and directing your thoughts away from the restaurant.

“Remember to take a breath,” your therapist’s voice echoed through your mind, “if things feel overwhelming, it can be helpful to step away from the situation. You can close your eyes and just breathe for a minute, or take a walk to clear your head and recenter yourself.”

You shook your head furiously, looking at Andrew, “I don’t want to breathe, I want to— I want them to leave us alone. I want to take you out to a restaurant! Why shouldn’t I be able to? I want— I—”

He sighed, slowly pulling you into his chest and giving you ample time to draw back. You let him wrap his arms around you, holding you securely as he guided your head to rest against his shoulder. “Focus on my breathing,” he said calmly, taking deep breaths for you to follow. “It’s alright.”

“It’s not,” you said, beginning to relax against him as you tried to match your breathing. “I can’t believe this happened.”

Andrew hummed, tracing small circles on your back and turning his head to place a kiss on top of yours. “I know, but we’ll get through it. This is just another challenge for us to overcome.” He paused, feeling your arms sneaking around him. “Do you usually get this angry over things?” he asked softly.

“I’m working on it,” you said, running your fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “I’ve gotten better with my therapist’s help, but sometimes things are a lot and I can’t control my anger issues.”

“I see,” he said, “Tell me if I can help you in any way.”

You chuckled, raising your head and drawing back from the embrace to look at him properly. “You’ve already helped,” you said, straightening his glasses that the hug had turned askew. “You did it quite instinctually. Anyway, you should go take that shower.”

“Will you be alright?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Yes, don’t worry,” you said, patting down your coat to make sure you had your wallet. “I’m going to take a walk and pick up some food on the way. I think I need that. I’ll be back before you’re done.”

He nodded, smiling as you kissed him before disappearing through the door. Nothing would come between you. He would make sure of that.

#sakuverse #zsakuva #andrew marston #andrew marston x reader

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vid-writes · 6 hours

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Takuma Ino x Female Reader

I know you guys wanted the Kento fic first but I've wanted to write this for a few days so you get this one first. Don't worry I'm getting to that Nanami fic

There really aren't any TWs other than sexually explicit content so no one under 18 needs to interact with this.

You and Takuma Ino had been together for almost six months now, but you guys hadn't had sex yet. His job as a sorcerer kept him so busy that when he got home, he was always tired and crashed right after he ate dinner. Tonight was one of the nights you were staying over and as much as you enjoyed cuddling with Ino you really wanted to escalate your relationship more.

As you were finishing up dinner, the door to his apartment banged open, and he called out, "Babe, I'm home." You giggled as you plated the food and waited for him to round the corner into the kitchen. When he did, his jaw hit the floor. Instead of the cozy pajamas you usually wear when he gets home this late, you wear a new bright yellow summer dress.

"Welcome home," you said as you rounded the small island in the kitchen and pulled him into a hug. I've missed you." His arms snaked around your waist, and he kissed you deeply.

"I don't know what I did to deserve coming home to you dressed up, but I'm going to make sure I keep doing it," he said as he finally pulled back from his greeting kiss. You smiled and playfully smacked his chest.

"Would it make you feel too terrible if I said this is because of something we haven't done," you whispered as you felt heat creeping into your cheeks. Takuma pulled back more and studied your face for a few seconds before his eyes lit up.

"No, because I actually got a day off tomorrow. I even told Nanami I'm turning my phone off to spend the day with my girlfriend," he said before he kissed you deeply again.

"Well then, let's eat dinner, and whatever happens, happens," you replied as you tugged him by the wrist over to the two-person dining table he had tucked into the back corner of the kitchen.

"So tell me about your day," Takuma inquired as he poured wine for the both of you, making sure not to fill your glass the "wrong way." Once the liquid was millimeters from the brim of your glass, he set the bottle down.

"My day was incredibly boring compared to that of a sorcerer," you teased as you both dug into dinner. A few minutes of comfortable silence ensued as you guys ate, but it soon turned tense.

"My day really wasn't all that great. I nearly let a cruse escape and got lectured by Kento for over an hour," he grumbled after he drained half of his glass of wine. You offered him a soft smile and squeezed his hand, which was resting on the table near yours.

"Now, Ino, you know that doesn't make you a bad sorcerer," you soothed as your fingers drew senseless patterns on the back of his hand. A warm smile crossed Ino's face, and then heat filled his cheeks.

"Can I confess something to you?" He asked and laced his fingers with yours.

"You know that you always can, Takuma, my love," you replied and squeezed his hand.

"I have had sex but only once before, and it was a long time ago," he whispered as he made to pull his ski mask over his face. It was in the key bowl near the front door, so his hand threaded into his hair instead.

"Can I confess something to you?" You asked, and he looked up at you through heavy lashes.

"Always Y/N, my dear," he replied.

"I've had sex before too. A few times with my last boyfriend, but he wasn't any good," you admitted as you felt heat creeping into your own cheeks. He lifted his head with a shy smile on his face, and you returned it.

"I've been scared that you wouldn't want to be with someone who has been with someone before. That's stupid, I know, and we never discussed our histories, but that's just how I felt," Ino said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You laughed softly and drank some more of your wine. This night was going according to plan and not at all at the same time.

"Takuma, I've never cared about that; I just want to share that special connection with you," you admitted. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up with his hand out to you.

"Then let's go in my room so I can find out if you're wearing panties underneath that pretty little dress of yours," he said as his face turned redder. You put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet. The answer to his curiosity was dangling on your tongue, but you swallowed it as you followed him to his bedroom.

In the room, Takuma turned to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His bed sat against the wall to the right, and across from it was the door to his bathroom. A few posters hung on his walls from movies or manga, and some other furniture filled his room. It could really use the touch of a woman, but moving in with Takuma was still another six months away at a minimum. Nerves seemed to be making him hesitate, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.

You climbed up onto the big plush mattress with your hand still in his so he had no choice but to follow you up. You scooted Ino, so he sat against the headboard and then straddled his lap, making sure your dress still covered your pussy.

His hands settled on your hips, and you slowly kissed your way from his ear, across his cheek to his mouth. Not wanting to rush him or make him feel like you were judging his skills, you planned to take your time. When your mouth finally met his, you could feel the desire burning underneath his skin. His hands tightened on your waist as he pushed his tongue between your lips. Takuma's taste filled your mouth, and you moaned as his desire flooded another one of your senses. Your tongues licked at each other as his hands slid up and down your sides. Moans slipped from your throat as Takuma sucked your tongue into his mouth, and you scratched his chest a little bit. He sucked your tongue more as his hands slid down to your thighs. Keening sounds of pleasure spilled from your mouth as you scratched down his chest more, and he licked your tongue while still sucking it.

"You really like that," he panted when he finally pulled his lips back from yours just enough to speak.

"I've kissed two other guys, and neither one ever did that. Hell, I've kissed you before, and you've never done that. It felt so fucking good, Ino," you moaned as his hands squeezed your thighs. Blush filled his cheeks again as he pulled back more to look at your face. His eyes searched yours and found nothing but desire darkening them more and more.

"I really want to take this dress off of you, but I don't want you to be unfairly naked if it's all you're wearing," he whispered as his hands pushed the dress up your thighs. You bit your lip as his hands moved the dress up to your hips. Without saying anything, you raised your arms above your head. His eyes danced with conflict before he pulled the dress over your head. And, like he guessed, you were naked underneath. Your small breasts hung freely with hardened nipples, and your recently, but not freshly, shaved pussy was on full display since your legs were on either side of his.

"Fuck I don't know why I waited so long. You're gorgeous all the time, but seeing you naked is damn near religious," Ino murmured as he shifted you off of his lap. He slipped off the bed and stood. Quietly, he faced you and pulled off his shirt. Defined muscles lined his chest and stomach. You only had seconds to take those in because his pants and underwear were pushed off at the same time. His cock stood half-hard in front of him, and your mouth watered. Even from here and half hard, you knew Ino's cock was your favorite kind. Six, maybe seven inches and thicker as you went down more. You might have only had sex with one man, but you never lacked new toys to masturbate with, and being small meant you had a thing for smaller dicks.

"Takuma, promise me you won't let me out of this bed tomorrow," you said as he climbed back on the bed. He laughed and claimed your lips in a deep kiss in response. As he parted your lips with his tongue again, he leaned his weight into you until your back was against the bed. Your tongues danced together as you lightly scratched down his back. His hands brushed the underside of your breasts a few times before cupping them both fully in his hands.

"Your breasts are the perfect size," he groaned as he kissed his way to your ear and kneaded your breasts in his hands. Your nails dug deeper into the skin of his back as he rolled your nipples in his hands. He kissed down your neck and along your collarbone as his weight slowly shifted down a bit. When his mouth claimed one of your nipples, you arched into him.

"Mmmmmm, so good, Ino," you purred as his tongue and fingers worked your nipples into hard points. Your hips rutted up into his as your hands squeezed his ass. He moaned around your other nipple, and your pussy throbbed. Men who made noises were your favorite. So you squeezed his ass again, and he moaned again.

"Please keep making those noises," you nearly pleaded as his mouth left your now-wet breasts and trailed further down your body.

"I'm going to make you make beautiful noises first, dear, and then I promise I'll moan right in your ear the whole time," he murmured as he kissed across your stomach. Your pussy throbbed again, and you nodded eagerly. A sultry smile crossed his lips at the same time he blushed. It seemed you had a thing for shy men, too, because your ex had been overconfident, and you had hated it. Ino's lips met the soft fuzz covering the mound above your core, and you threaded your fingers into his hair.

"Have you ever done this part before?" You asked. He shook his head as the blush spread to his ears.

"That's alright, I don't mind guiding you a bit if you need it," you reassured him as you ruffled his hair. He grinned and kissed your mound again. His next kiss landed squarely on your clit, and your hips bucked up into his face. Gently he pushed them back down and kissed your clit again.

"Lick right there in slow and deep strokes," you guided Ino as your breath started to catch in your throat. His tongue hesitantly licked up your clit, and a near-guttural moan tore out of your throat. "Yes, Takuma babe, just like that. It feels so fucking good."

Feeling reassured by your words, he licked your clit again just as you had instructed, and your moan filled the whole apartment. His fingers dug into your hips as he held you into the bed, still licking your clit slowly and deeply. You were writhing and tugging his hair as you moaned. The heat and pressure of your impending orgasm were building quickly.

"Suck on it to please, babe," you whined as your pussy started to ache from the incoming release. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked tightly as his tongue continued to work it in deep and slow strokes. Pleasure nearly blinded you as you came hard and fast, hips bucking up so hard that Ino had to dig his nails in to keep you down on the bed. His teeth dragged across your clit as he pulled away from it, still sucking, so when it left his mouth, a whine left yours loud enough to echo.

"Please, Takuma, I want more. Your mouth is so good; you're such a natural at eating pussy," you panted as he licked down your folds. His response was to shove his tongue into your gushing core until his mouth was flush with your lips. A groan from his throat vibrated your pussy as Ino started to tongue fuck you. His lips and teeth moving as if he indeed intended to eat you.

The combination of constant stimulation to your whole pussy made you cum again so suddenly that this time you screamed out Ino's name. Despite trying, he was unable to keep you pinned to the bed as your thighs closed around his head. After a few seconds of grinding your pussy into his mouth, you collapsed into the bed, still writhing. He pulled his mouth away and picked up his shirt from the floor to clean his face.

"Don't even apologize; that was incredibly hot, baby girl," he said as he kissed his way back up your torso slowly. His mouth claimed yours as his cock pressed against your mound. You rutted into each other as your tongues danced together in between your mouths. His cock dragged through your soaked folds, making you whimper in his mouth. The kiss turned fervent as you tried to angle your hips, so he slipped inside of you without notice.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Ino asked as he pulled his hips and mouth back from yours. Another whine tore from your throat as you lifted your hips to try to meet his.

"Please, Takuma," you pleaded as he pinned your hips to the bed with one hand.

"Please, what, baby girl? You've done so good guiding me thus far; don't lose your words now," he teased as he kissed you softly.

"Make love to me, Takuma," you whispered, and he pulled back further so he could see your face.

"Make love to you, huh? I can definitely do that, sweetheart," he said as his hand moved from your hips and wrapped around his cock. You lifted your hips to meet his and felt the head of his cock push against your entrance. The need to writhe filled your body, but you held still as you locked your gaze with Ino's. He moved his cock inside of you slowly and let go with his hand, which he used to grab yours. Your fingers threaded through his and landed on the bed next to your head. He wasn't pinning you. He was holding your hand.

Ino's hips bottomed out into yours as you both moaned. Neither of you had yet to look away from the other. His mouth claimed yours again as he slowly slid out to the tip and started to move in slow, deep thrusts. Your tongue stroked his slowly as he continued his slow and deep thrusts. This time, the heat and tension in your stomach were building at such a slow burn that you thought it might drive you crazy. He pulled away from the kiss and stilled his movements.

"I love you," he whispered, "and I know you're probably not supposed to admit that for the first time during sex, and I know it's way too-"

You cut him off with a deep kiss as you squeezed his hand, which was still holding yours. "I love you too, Takuma," you whispered against his lips. He moaned softly as his hips resumed their previous pace. Slow and deep. Your tongues tangled again as his other hand snaked between the two of you and rubbed slow circles into your clit. Not deep enough to make your orgasm come faster but just enough that every nerve in your body lit up. You writhed and moaned into Ino's mouth as he continued to make love to you just as you had requested.

His hips never once quickened or stilled as his mouth trailed kisses up and down both sides of your neck. His hand holding yours never left, and the one teasing your clit never let up. Seconds felt like hours. Minutes felt like days. All of it was heaven on Earth, and Ino was worshiping you like you were holy. Your mouths met again as the tension in your stomach broke, and you came so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes. Walls clenched and body shaking, and yet Ino's hips never stilled. His fingers on your clit never deepened. The orgasm seemed to last forever.

"I know you're not on any birth control, and I should have worn a condom. Should I pull out?" Ino whispered in your ear.

"Takuma, please cum where ever makes you feel most comfortable," you panted out as his hips struggled to maintain rhythm.

"Then I'm going to unload right here in your warm and sinfully wet pussy," he said as his mouth claimed yours again. Tongues danced as his fingers on your clit deepened and quickened. It seemed that Ino was going to make you cum again before he did. The orgasm built and hit all so fast that you nearly missed him cumming at the same time as you. Hips stuttering as he came inside you in thick hot ropes as the pulsing of your pussy tried to drive him out.

"I really do love you," he panted as he pulled out and nuzzled into your neck. His weight draped over you like a warm and sweaty blanket, but you didn't mind.

"I really do love you too, Takuma," you said as you kissed his hair.

As always no one has any permission to reupload my works anywhere else. I have sites where I upload my work to if I choose to.

#writing #writeblr #writers #writer #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #my writing #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk #ino takuma #takuma ino x reader #takuma ino smut #ino jjk #jjk ino

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I've always wanted to learn bookbinding, ever since I was a wee little nerd, but there are a lot of things I've always wanted to learn, and this one has both a daunting upfront materials cost and a daunting upfront research cost. however, my sister is a jewel among siblings and gave me for christmas last year a handy dandy bookbinding manual, a block of good paper, and a little bag of tools.

but I still didn't have a suitable workspace, nor any of the many important tools and materials that she didn't include in her gift. so I just read the manual and pined. until maybe a month ago I got fed up with pining, flattened a cardboard box for a cutting mat, and went to town.

and I'm real proud of myself, so here's me rambling, plus photos!

I went to the thrift store and got glue + some fabric to bind the cover, went to Michaels for a paintbrush (and later went back for a metal ruler lmao it's amazing how useful it is to have a straightedge for cutting the paper), and...could not find material for the cover boards. so I went home and pined some more. but the urges were too strong, so after a couple hours of moping I got a stack of printer paper at the grocery store (I could not bring myself to use the good paper for my first, inevitably weak attempts, I just couldn't do it) and started making a little booklet. which was a great idea, it turned out, since it makes for good practice with cutting the paper, measuring things, punching holes in the signatures, etc.

I have a big box of greeting cards from Michaels, which I used for the covers. it didn't feel like I was making a Real Book, so I got some colored paper from the stationery store and used that for end papers.

so fancy~

galvanized by this success, I ordered a stack of chipboard online to use for cover boards; and once I was confident that I could cut paper without making it look too stupid (getting that straightedge ruler sure helped lol), I made signatures out of the good paper, left them under some heavy books overnight since I don't have a book press, and then punched holes in them! (huzzah for this nice video on getting the holes right)

my sister's gift included good linen thread. it's unwaxed, but after some poking around on r/bookbinding it looks like that just means I'll have to be more careful to avoid tangles and keep good tension. I am fine with this. I can be extra attentive. (I considered just running it over a beeswax candle, but one commenter said if your wax has paraffin in it, it could melt in a hot car, ruining the spine. I can't guarantee my candle is 100% beeswax, I didn't make it, so maybe we just move on.)

I don't have good linen fabric to use for the tapes, but the important part there is that the fabric be thin, sturdy, and not stretchy. the probably-cotton I got from the thrift store fits the bill, so it'll do!

this is a french link stitch, which I got from this exceedingly good tutorial. apparently it's strong enough on its own that for a book of this size, I don't actually need tapes, but I'd already cut the things so eh here we are. and tapes plus french link will make it a stronger binding still (according to a friendly redditor on r/bookbinding), so we carry on.

specifically we carry on to the gluing step. now as I mentioned, I do not have a book press, and you....kinda need one for this step. you need to hold the book block in place with the signatures facing upwards, pressed together hard enough that the glue won't run down between them and stick the pages together (though you do want the glue to get between them just a little, just for like a 16th of an inch). you at least need some clamps and a couple boards to sandwich the book block with.

but you know what? I'm not a professional, this is my first ever book, if it's a little bit off it'll be fine. so we grab all the heaviest books off the bookshelf and improvise.

it's fine! I'm sure it's fine! and just in case it's not, I've tucked a bit of cardboard underneath to catch any glue that drips down so it won't land on the floor. see? I'm prepared! I'm acing this.

and actually, it really was fine. I used clear elmer's glue, applied with a flat paintbrush from the art supplies aisle at Michael's, and frankly I liked the way the flat paintbrush let me slip glue in between the signatures. I did poke around on a couple bookbinding sites to see what kind of glue I should use, and the gist is that although there are better options than this, elmer's glue is perfectly serviceable, and the main downside is it's not archival grade. but I don't need my first bookbinding attempts to last 200 years, that's fine.

the next step is to add the mull. mull is a specific type of fabric – extremely loose-weave linen – and the idea is to paste it down over the spine to essentially hold the tapes and signatures all in place in relation to each other.

but I don't have mull! so I'm using more of the thrift store probably-cotton, because it's thin enough and not really stretchy at all. I'm sure this will be fine too. I painted a layer of glue onto the spine, then left it to dry a bit while I measured and cut the fabric, then painted a generous stripe of glue down the center, where it'll affix onto the spine. then I added a bit more glue to the spine, just to be sure, and pressed the mull into place, rubbing it thoroughly to make sure it's firmly affixed to every signature, with no creases in the fabric or air bubbles beneath it.

honestly I might have overdone it on the glue. I've never done this before, I don't know! I think it's okay, though – I tried not to ever let it become a thick layer, just a slight coating, since the danger of too much glue is that it might crack once dry and weaken the spine.

and now we leave it in the press overnight to dry, and pick up the next step in the morning!

#finx rambles #bookbinding #finx makes stuff #technically this is the second hardcover book I've made #but it's the first I'm making using Approved Techniques™#instead of watching a handful of half-relevant youtube videos and making up the rest #which was fun!#but did mean that once I was done I didn't know where to go from there #and at the time I couldn't find better resources #(I really wanted better youtube videos! just didn't know how to find them idk)#but now I have an abundance of good sources #and I'm determined

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pniik · 7 months

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😈 ( ouija board ) → darcy @ pik obv bc she's a menace sry >:3

▬▬▬ honesty/meme day; halloween/fall prompts !

send 😈 to invite my muse to play with an ouija board with your muse

not all the way on board. never all the way with these things. ouija boards were, in layman’s terms, mouths for the dead, not all friendly [ . . . ] but darcy insisted. so, the plan was, then, to clear a path for her, keep any unfriendlies off of her as she calls out into the void. keep. her. safe. so, that’s what they were gonna do. holy hues graze over the game, flicker back to the daring witch. fingers stretch over the planchette, signal they’re ready with a small nod ▬▬▬ but she seems just a little hesitant now. pik bends their neck, browns try to meet browns, hand reaches for hers. ❛ ❛ hey. i’m right here. you’ve got this. ❜ ❜ didn’t need to be said ? surely. she knew it. surely. still wanted to. hand sets back on the planchette.

[ /@hlcynsouls ]

#/_ ¿ .hmd #darcy_cortéz.hmd #hlcynsouls #darcy_cortéz.rel #dofshdsggdpg #we love menaces in this house ??? 💓💗💛💞#so................... we can turn this into a thread #we can 1 shot it #entirely ur call #but. [insert screaming beaver here]#this was fun 😝

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14dayswithyou · 1 year

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PSA ! I'm turning anon back on so all y’all attention-seeking assholes can direct your hate towards me instead of harassing indie yan devs who just wanna have fun and interact on this platform.

Also!! Here's an article you should read once you're done bothering game devs! It's really interesting and definitely applies to all of you

#Feel free to reblog if you've been getting anon hate!!#I grew up on tumblr + had an entire lolcow thread dedicated to 14dwy so nothing can hurt me lmao #But anyways...... This is why we can't have nice things #Like I was fully expecting to have all of this cool content to catch up on once I was done with my exams #But it turns out y'all can't go a day without harassing someone for having FUN #*Jesse voice* Go eat dirt #And go touch grass while you're there #🖤 — shut up sai.#💖 — 14 days with queue.

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lady-bee-holmes · 7 months

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Back by request with a new update on the whales, this time with this lad’s Final Ultimate Form!

The edging is done with size 11 glass seed beads. There’s two couched outlines and one picot edging. Needless to say, couching takes a very, very long time, lol 🐋

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madeimpact · 6 months

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Y'know I think it could be interesting to write a thread where my little man just gets to go completely apeshit. The problem is it takes a LOT to get him to that point. But it can be done

#like we have SEEN what angry sora looks like in canon #and that would be so juicy to write in a thread #but like.......i think smth i see a lot of in fanon that i disagree with is like #��hm. this sunshine boy needs more brooding!”#which like.............can a protag just be allowed to hold onto their hope in spite of all the shit they've gone through?#i'd say that's what MAKES sora sora yanno?#and like he ABSOLUTELY can have and has had his low points. but narratively he IS that light that never goes out #even if it flickers from time to time and threatens to go out completely sometimes #anyway this is a very long winded way of saying it's so hard to straddle that line LMAO #i sometimes worry that i'm too vanilla on this blog and my portrayals come off as one-dimensional bc of that #but i don't wanna veer too hard in the other direction either #i've got shinji for that /j ( he's JUST as complex but that's a diff rant )#anyway hi i'm neg and i find protags that find hope in spite of all their bullshit WAY more compelling than brooding for its own sake #this turned into a WHOLE tag rant sorry. this was meant to be a wishlist post KWJHEFLKAJWSKGLBHFLHJKG #❛ ooc: wishlist.#rant in tags #❛ meta: sora.#yeah this can go into that tag for the. tags rant.

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kxllerblond · 10 months

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Happy Tuesday everyone, I will now be unloading unsolicited opinions about the RPC.

People take 'This is a hobby!!' way too far to the point you are not taking into account other real people also exist and are only thinking about yourself and it can come across as scummy and self-absorbed and a lot of people use the 'just a hobby!' to excuse this shitty behavior and an inability to communicate with other hobby enjoyers like adults.

No one should get mad at people for dropping threads or not being active, but it's also super shitty to just ghost people and go 'teehee just a hobby so you aren't allowed to be upset!'. Like, yeah, you have limited time and a real life but so does?? everyone else on here?? It's super not cool to just invalidate people who are upset their limited time is, in their view, being wasted.

Obviously, I'm not defending people that don't just unfollow or block and move on and who get passive aggro about it all. And I'm also not calling out the people that don't do much but are like PRESENT to some degree even if it's just ooc shitposting.

I mainly mean the people I see who refuse to do threads, to answer asks, to communicate when stuff is being dropped to some degree, to participate and be social in any capacity and then get kinda pissy when no one wants to send them shit anymore. Like you are entitled to exist and participate in this hobby as you see fit....but it is a social hobby. You HAVE to give to get and if people pin you as someone who only takes, they're going to stop giving. None of us have little meow meows that are so interesting that we can just expect people to frolic to them and gush about them and shower them with interaction without some sort of reciprocation.

And, frankly, I don't think there's room to complain when that happens. You can't have your cake and eat it too in this scenario. You can 'this is just a hobby!' your way through things how you like, but you also have to realize the consequences of that and you can't be upset when they come down on you and your blog.

#like I KNOW there are ppl here i am chill with who do not interact with me as often as before because i am a notorious thread dropper #and not everyone can do that short thread. drop. new thread. drop. manner of rapid rping #and thats FINE. i accept that consequence.#and there are ppl im chill with who i dont send memes to much anymore because they never answer them or never return the favor #doesnt mean im mad about it doesnt mean i fault them for it. ppl have lives. but that the consequence and it involves me redirecting my tim #and energy to send memes to ppl who DO engage in return etc #there's just been this sudden surge in like....entitlement ive noticed. and it's just sort of co-opd what used to be a message #directed at ppl that were being demanded to reply to things the same day etc like it was a legit /good/ message #now you cant even like unfollow someone without them being like ITS JUST A HOBBY HOW DARE YOU UNFOLLOW hostility because someone is choosin #to take their business elsewhere so to speak so they can have fun with this hOBBY. its so...weird ykno #we dont owe anyone anything but a lot of ppl forget the second half of that which is #yeah but other people dont owe us anything in turn either #cw long post #cw negativity #well i mean only if you see urself in this post i guess OOP. otherwise man idk #dont get pissed at ppl for not hobbying to ur speed or standards #but also dont be surprised to learn ppl are different and have different paces and shit and WILL move on #if theyre not getting enjoyment out of the pace you're hobbying at #ur not entitled to their attention just like they're not entitled to urs ykno

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