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90svan · 1 month
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yellowjackets prompts
prompts from season one, episode one (pilot)
so, what do you think really happened out there?
all i know is that what happened was a tragedy.
we're gonna be late.
we're going to motherfucking nationals!
just trying to survive, i guess.
i'm sorry, do we know each other?
five minutes. that's all i ask. if you don't like what i have to say, i will leave you alone.
i think we both know there's a bit more to it than that.
is this really how you thought your life was gonna turn out?
i don't give a shit what you meant, you smug little bitch.
you don't know a fucking thing about my life.
it's true. violence is never the answer. but that doesn't mean the anger you're feeling isn't useful.
purpose. find a purpose.
after they rescued us, i lost my purpose.
i'm not nervous.
told you i was terrible at this.
it seems like you don't even care.
oh, yeah? what's your plan then?
get your shit together.
you know what? fuck this.
okay! apply pressure to stop the bleeding!
oh, god. i'm gonna throw up.
is there any way you could put the phone down for, i don't know, ninety seconds and try to have something resembling a meaningful conversation?
jesus, what crawled up your ass?
what am i doing here again?
i don't need you to defend me.
you have more fight in you than anyone i've ever known.
your smile makes me feel happy every time i see it.
are... are we cool?
you're the best friend i've ever had.
you want some fruit by the foot? i've got, like, a mile of it.
i know. i'm basically the best.
sorry i'm late.
we agreed. say no more than we have to. stay out of the public eye.
if someone's digging, we are all fucked.
don't fuck with me.
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otomegamesandme · 4 months
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I know for the past like 5 years this has been an otome only blog, but what if I started to post the occasional content on shoujo/josei stuff as well-
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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The Red Woods
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: Steve tells you a story as he keeps you warm by the fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Implied sex, spooky story (violence), attempted scare, humor, Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #5 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense belongs to Lumberjack!Steve thanks to this poll winner. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The moon and stars lit up the night sky, beckoning you to go outside and bask in the beauty. Cold settled into your bones as you stepped outside and shivered. It was chillier than you expected and you debated going back into the comfort of the cabin. Steve had already started the bonfire nearby though and you knew the heat from the flames would warm you up.
So would your lumberjack.
Steve carried an extra load of wood from the shed as you walked toward the fire. He set up a spot for you to sit beside each other, but you had a feeling he'd have you in his lap as the night went on. He liked having your body close to his, whether it was after a long day of work or coming home after a mission. You enjoyed it, too, because he enveloped you with his love.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he said, catching the slight tremble in your body as you took a seat. "When I suggested the fire, I didn't think it would be this cold."
"It's okay," you assured him as he added another log to the fire. The rich and powerful scent from the smoke soothed you as you stared into the flames. "But what made you so adamant to have one tonight?"
"No particular reason," he replied casually, wiping his hands before he sat down beside you. It was a bit too casual, but the red and orange from the flames dancing along his face distracted you. The urge to reach up and touch his beard was strong. "Wasn't something I really got to do in the city."
Part of you would always love the city. So would Steve. There was always something to do and inspiration could be found around every corner. It didn't mean it was home though. It was a place to visit, to remember. Your place in the woods with each other was where you were meant to be.
And the love of your life provided plenty of inspiration if you ever needed it.
"I don't remember ever having a fire there," you said after thinking about it. There weren’t many places to have fires. Your old apartment didn’t even have a fireplace.
"Hardly ever saw the stars," he added.
You nodded a little, your fingers scratching along his chin. If your touch was too cold, he didn't make a big deal out of it. "I didn't really get to appreciate the stars from my old apartment either," you said, tilting your head to look up at the sky. "But out here? It's like they serenade us. It's a chorus that resonates with the moon until the sun comes up."
Steve wrapped an arm around you, allowing your body to heat up more. He was your own personal heater. "Even when you're not writing, your words are beautiful."
You couldn't blame the fire or his body for the heat that filled your face. His opinion on your writing meant the world to you. "You're just saying that to get in my pants," you teased.
He chuckled as his mouth moved close to your ear. "I already did that this morning," he whispered.
You exhaled, remembering the two of you tangled up in each other. Lazy, soft kisses and lingering touches as he made love to you. His large body pinning yours to the mattress, his hips thrusting in a slow rhythm like the gentle waves of an ocean. You nearly sobbed when you came, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he quickly followed.
You had lovers before Steve, but he taught you the true meaning of making love.
"And I'm sure you'll do it again before the sun comes up," you whispered.
"If I have my way," he said, pulling you closer. Your hand fell to his shirt, gripping the flannel. Your super soldier was insatiable some days, but you weren't going to complain when you both reaped the benefits of his appetite.
"It's too bad the gang isn't here. Otherwise we could tell spooky stories," you said. Maybe you could invite Bucky and Jewel over another night for dinner. It was nice that Steve had one of his best friends not too far away. Sam also didn’t mind making trips to visit.
"Well, you and I can still tell stories to pass the time," he said, kissing the top of your head. "How about I start? Even though I’m not the best storyteller."
“That’s a lie. You’re a great storyteller,” you said, lifting your head and seeing a hint of a blush in his cheeks. With his deep, commanding voice, the man could read the phone book to you and you'd listen. You teased at times that he could do a podcast if he wanted to. Or erotic recordings. "And I don't scare easily, but you can try."
You didn’t mind a healthy dose of fear now and again. It was natural and helpful in some situations. It was also fun and exciting in the right setting, like this.
"I'm sure you've heard all sorts of different stories about creatures and spirits who live in the woods," he began, which earned a nod from you. "Local legend says there's a spirit right here who controls part of the forest: The Lumberman."
"Wow. A lumberjack is telling a story about a lumberman? How original," you said, your deadpan expression dropping when he pinched your side. "Hey! I was kidding."
"Let me tell the story," he said, brushing his lips against the top of your head again as an apology. "They say long ago that a lumberman lived in the deepest part of the woods. He had no family or friends and mostly kept to himself. He only ventured into town to sell the wood he chopped down."
"A loner," you said, already invested.
"Yeah, he was. Not unfriendly. Just a quiet man. And all was well until a local woman went missing. The town searched everywhere for her and couldn't find her. It was like she vanished without a trace. Her family demanded answers, so people shifted the blame to him," Steve explained, a slight breeze rolling by.
You frowned as you listened. It was just a story, but you knew how dangerous mob mentality could be. "What happened?"
"A group of men confronted him in his home and demanded to know what he did with her body. He swore he didn't know what happened and that he would never hurt a soul, but they didn't listen. They were out for blood,” he said, sadly shaking his head. “When he still refused to admit to any wrongdoing, the men took turns hacking him up with one of his axes and burned his cabin to the ground. They even brought the axe back as some sort of trophy, stained with his blood."
"Jesus," you whispered, scooting a bit closer.
"It was only after they killed him did the girl show back up in town alive and well. Not a scratch on her. She had gone a couple towns over to meet up with some guy," he said, rubbing your arm.
"So they condemned an innocent man to death," you said.
"They did," he said, nodding toward the trees. "Most of the townspeople didn't venture to his part of the woods out of fear that his spirit would seek revenge. And they were right."
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
"Over the years, hikers and locals who were brave enough to go on his old land went missing. Their bodies were never found, but people say you can hear their screams echo through the air if you get close enough,” he said, pausing to look around with a somber expression. "And that they became part of the trees."
Glancing around as well, it was difficult to make out the trees in the darkness. "They became part of the trees? How?"
"As you get closer to his land, you can see faces twisted in pain in the bark if you look closely enough. Some even say there’s blood in the sap and dripping from the branches. They even renamed that part of the forest the Red Woods since the paths have inexplicable red dirt, like blood had seeped into the soil," he said, lowering his voice as if to tell you a secret. "It’s like a warning to turn back."
"That is not why they call it the Red Woods," you argued, though you weren’t completely sure now. You actually had no idea why the area got that name.
"That’s how the story’s told."
"So an innocent man was hacked to pieces in his home," you said slowly. "And now he kills anyone who steps into his territory?"
"Condemned to a terrible fate. Just like he was," he said as simple as that. "And people still go missing to this day."
You smiled a bit. There was nothing at all uplifting or funny about the story, but Steve spoke with such seriousness that you almost believed the tale was real. "Okay, but why is he still haunting the woods? If it's revenge on the men who killed him or the townspeople in general, he wouldn’t go after random, innocent hikers."
Steve’s head tilted as he looked at you, something a bit more sinister in his gaze. "Isn’t it obvious? They took his axe. He’s waiting for someone to return it."
A heartbeat passed before you huffed. "Of course, he is. The axe that the men brought back as a trophy," you said, gesturing toward the toolshed. "It’s too bad you don’t have it. You could help put his soul to rest."
"What if I told you I do have it?" he asked.
Your heart rate increased before you huffed again. "You’re a great storyteller, but a terrible liar, Beefcake."
His eyes shot to yours, maintaining eye contact as he reached beside him. You raised an eyebrow when he held up an axe. You had to admit, you knew his tools well and that was one you didn’t recognize. "See? Still stained with blood," he told you, holding it closer to the fire so you could see the blade. "Should we go into the Red Woods and return it?"
You didn’t admit that your stomach turned a little as you brought your hands up and slowly clapped. "Bravo. You went all out for this story. And, no, I’m not going into the woods when it’s this cold out," you said before a snap from a twig nearby drew your attention, making you tense up. "What was that?"
"What was what?" he asked, setting the axe down.
"Oh, you had to have heard that. Your hearing is ten times better than mine," you argued, standing up and narrowing your eyes to try and see when you heard another twig snap. You froze before you began to giggle. "Okay, Bucky! Come on out! I know Steve put you up to this."
Steve jumped to his feet and pushed you behind him. He wouldn't let anything happen to you. "Buck isn’t here. He's at home with Jewel," he said in a hushed tone.
"Wait, you didn’t convince him to come out of the woods to try and scare me?" You asked, placing your hands on his back when he shook his head. "Okay. It’s probably just an animal then."
SNAP.
"I don’t think an animal did that," he whispered, guiding you toward the cabin. Maybe it wasn’t a joke after all. "I think we should-"
"Give…" you stopped at the sound of a demonic voice just beside the toolshed, your heart thumping. "Me…" a man stepped out of the darkness, dragging his left foot behind him. "My…" His decayed skin was caked with blood as he lifted a hand. "AXE!"
Your eyes widened before you snapped out of your stupor. "Oh, fuck this," you muttered, pulling away from Steve who called after you. Grabbing your shotgun from the porch, you brought it to your shoulder and cocked it. "I don’t have an axe, Lumberman, but I’ll shoot you in your fucking face if you take a step closer."
"Whoa!" Steve shouted, holding out his hand for the "zombie" to stop. "Don’t move. She’s serious!"
"Fuck," the zombie muttered, tapping the side of his neck. "Seriously? I really thought I’d get you," the demonic voice fading to a normal tone.
"CLINT?!" you guessed, lowering your gun. The former Hawkeye nodded. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"For the record, this wasn’t my idea," Steve said, an innocent look in his blue eyes. "And I told you she wouldn’t get scared. I don’t know why you insisted on this."
No wonder he wanted to have a fire tonight.
"Okay, okay. It was my idea. Everyone is off doing their own thing and I just wanted to have some fun," Clint explained, walking closer toward the fire as he began to peel the makeup away and toss it in to burn. "This didn’t work on Jewel either! She grabbed one of Bucky’s knives and almost stabbed me."
You laughed a little. No doubt Bucky was both proud of and scared for his girl for that move. "Maybe because, I don’t know, in the story Steve told the Lumberman was hacked to pieces and you’re clearly not. There was also no indication that the Lumberman could leave his territory. Everyone went missing on his land. So why would he be here?"
Clint exchanged a look with Steve. "She has a point," your husband said.
These men are defenders of the universe.
"Yeah, okay. Thanks for that," you said, putting the gun back where it belonged. "I have to ask though, why prank me? And why prank Jewel?"
Clint shifted a bit on his feet. "So the guys could be heroes? But seeing as how you grabbed a gun and Jewel grabbed a knife, I think you two are good."
You had to smile as you turned your attention back to Steve. "You wanted to be my hero and protect me from a zombie?"
With a sheepish smile, Steve nodded and scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I did," he said in a small voice. "It’s stupid, right?"
Your man, a true hero who saved hundreds of lives, simply wanted to protect you from anything bad. You never loved him more. "It’s not stupid. I think it's kind of sweet," you assured him. "Clint, please, put out the fire and get the hell out of here. Steve, get inside so we can have sex and get warm."
Clint coughed into his hand. "Can I at least get a coffee before I go? I was out there for a while and it’s a little chilly."
Steve ignored his friend as he gave you a smile. "You’re really going to sleep with me after we tried to prank you?" he asked, looking at his feet for a split second. "And you know I’d never want to scare you, right?"
"Yeah, I’m really going to sleep with you. And I know the last thing you’d ever want to do is frighten me. All you want to do is protect me," you smiled. You weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure, especially since you were starting to get cold again. "But for the record, this is pity sex for failing your prank and not grabbing the gun first," you added, giggling when he took two large steps toward you.
Clint stared after you as Steve grabbed and pulled you toward him, fastening his mouth to yours. "So, is that a no on the coffee?"
Your friend eventually got his coffee before he went on his way. After Steve thoroughly wore you out, he promised to stick to cuddling in front of a fire moving forward. Making love in front of a fire was also on the table, whether it was in front of the fireplace or outside under the stars. Though he never did tell you where he got that axe or why it really looked like it was stained with blood.
But maybe you could convince Clint to take that axe into the Red Woods and show Steve how to really scare someone.
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Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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wanderingblindly · 3 months
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hi liquid!! suzzzzuka here, on anon bc sideblog functionalities suck lmao.
☰ for the ask game? with let’s say… ybmctg & enemies to lovers?? <3
suzzzzuka darling!!!! hello!!!!! ((also can i just say i was so excited when i saw u were on tumblr after i read your landoscar office AU oh my god))
This is a CHALLENGE but I'm into it, let's go!!!
☰ send a fic and an unrelated trope and I’ll remix it
I have no idea what this is, but I wrote a thousand words of something!! It's almost, in a weird way, a preface to YBMCTG?
Concept: Oscar fucked up their first meeting when he started working at the bar; Lando's held a one-sided grudge ever since, and Oscar has no idea why his coworker hates him so much.
Jenson hadn't warned him about this.
Admittedly, he's not entirely sure what Jenson could have said. 'The talent's hot, by the way. Be cool 'bout it, yeah?' wouldn't have prepared him for this. 'This' being the man sitting dead center at his bar, an aura of otherworldliness emanating from him like a halo. He’s not like anything Oscar’s seen before – not in the streets of his suburban hometown, not in the ungodly boredom of his seminars. He’s something that can only exist here, in the spaces drenched in alcohol and debauchery. 
Oscar’s gaze quickly flicks down to his shoulders, his chest, hardly covered in anything more than fishnets.
The man’s eyes are icy in their intensity, fixated on Oscar's hands as he grips the necks of a couple beers between his fingers, popping the caps efficiently. Before Oscar can open his mouth to ask what he's drinking tonight, he beats him to it. 
"Archers and lemonade, pleeeeease." Oscar's eyes are glued to his lips, stretching into a lazy smile as he leans over the bar. The glossy shine of his lipstick looks dangerous in the dark bar, beckoning to him like a siren's song.
He's quiet for just a beat too long, brain running in every direction besides the sorry excuse for a mixed drink on his to-do list. Oscar moves quickly to compensate, the pours brief and easy. 
"I see you've met our star of the night." Jenson smiles as he slides next to him, grabbing the drink out of Oscar's hand before he can place it in front of him. The musician makes a noise of offense, flashing Oscar a look that makes his stomach churn. He doesn’t know what to do with this, with black-lined eyes clearly asking him for something as his boss sits right there. Another drink? Telling Jenson off? 
“So you’re in the band?” Oscar finally manages to say something, keeping an ear out for his response as a man flags him down for another round of shots. 
“Lead singer, at your service.” He does a faux salute, Oscar notices the broad span of his palm with entirely neutral feelings. 
Oscar slides him another archers and lemonade, hopeful that Jenson is adequately distracted by Sebastian to keep away. “What kind of music? You look very…” Oscar wracks his brain for any band to reference, realizing he’s accidentally put himself on the spot. “KISS.” He hopes they're still relevant to anyone besides his dad.
The singer’s eyes darken as the track shifts, Oscar’s sentence exposed in the moment of dead air.
“Thanks for this,” He hops to his feet, tone flatter and mesmerizing lips tighter than when this all started. Sebastian looks over with a raised brow at the sudden movement. As Oscar opens his mouth to reply, the musician reaches out with a steady head and places his fingers on top of the glass, eyes trained on Oscar’s face.
And pushes.
“Oops.” He faux-winces as the drink spills across the bar, splashing Oscar’s shirt in its force – he jumps for a rag instinctively, grabbing the glass before it can roll and shatter. “Sorry ‘bout that.”  
Someone needs another mezcal old fashioned, someone’s drunkenly calling for sex on the beach, Sebastian is looking at him with a look he doesn’t understand –
And the musician is gone.  
“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Jenson whispers into Sebastian’s ear, stopped in his tracks by a deceptively strong grasp on his thigh. 
“No, you won’t.” Sebastian smiles, the one that sends a shiver down Jenson’s spine – trouble. “We’ll see what happens.”
Maybe this job isn’t working out for him. His bosses are fine, if not a little odd, and the crowds are vaguely well-behaved. Surely it’s no worse than any other bar in London, definitely better than the proper dives closer to campus. 
The main problem is right in front of him, unavoidably sitting in the center of his bar. Again. 
“What d’you mean y’don’t know how to make a hitman?” Lando asks, the heavy black around his eyes making him look vicious in the low, shifting lights. It’s the same conversation they had last week, the week before – Lando asking for a drink Oscar’s pretty positive doesn’t even exist with the confidence of a seasoned mixologist. 
“Tell me what’s in it, and I got it.” Oscar replies, sparing him a glance as he dumps a few glasses into the dishwasher. His glare makes his stomach twist painfully, like being flayed and gutted by someone seeking vengeance – not someone well-acquainted with delicacy. 
He rolls his eyes and yells towards Sebastian, half occupied with whatever concoction Jenson is creating between their two drinks. “Ya gotta hire someone more comp…” He furrows his brows, “good at the job, Seb.”
“He is perfectly competent,” Sebastian calls back, reaching out to pat Oscar’s arm gently.
Ignoring the sting of his invisible wounds, Oscar moves down to figure out what the bickering gaggle of French speakers need. 
Can someone be beautiful because they’re mean? Or is it always in spite of it? 
Oscar’s eyes, against his better judgment, gravitate towards the stage. But perhaps that’s just inevitable, eyes following Lando when he’s steps above everyone else, bearing down on them with the sheer force of his presence. 
His voice, usually spitting something acidic and pointed at him from across the bar, is raw – vulnerable – as he grips the microphone with both hands. They envelop it, smothering it, as his lips press against it and he croons out the opening to a ballad.
Goosebumps break out across his skin as the bass creeps in, lifting Lando’s voice up like a prayer over the crowd. 
The lights, flashing their usual pattern of red blue red blue, reflect against the summer-bleached gold in his unruly curls – another halo. 
“KISS doesn’t do it like that, do they?” Lando says, rough voice almost haughty as he sits down in his seat – black shirt completely unbuttoned, chest glistening with sweat and metal. 
He puts a glass of water in front of Lando immediately, dropping in a black straw. “Uh, I guess?” Oscar replies, not entirely sure where Lando’s going with this. But he’s being less abrasive than usual, the glare in his eyes a bit less pointed. “Don’t really know KISS all that well, mate.”
Lando stares at him, narrowed eyes blowing wide. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
Oscar pauses, hands freezing around the martini shaker he’d grabbed for the girl to Lando’s left. “No?”
“You don’t know KISS.” He doesn’t say it as a question. Like there’s some connection Oscar isn’t making, some red thread on a corkboard he can’t connect, Oscar looks at him in confusion. 
“...No?” Oscar’s stopped moving all together now, other patrons temporarily forgotten as he watches the range of expressions dance across Lando’s face. Surprise, maybe? Something like shock. “Why?”
“I… hate them.” Lando says simply – if not a little absentmindedly. “Sorry about, um. Well.” He puts down his glass, hand visibly shaking; before Oscar can ask if he’s ok, ask what he’s even talking about, Lando stumbles off his barstool and paces over towards Sebastian. 
He watches as Sebastian laughs, clapping Lando on the shoulder and waving cheerily towards the bar. Oscar flashes a weak wave back, uncertain, before noticing that Lando’s looking over as well – his face is red. Not just from the lights. But his cheeks, down his neck, the exposed planes of his chest, they’re red. 
Oscar flushes, too. 
Maybe if he’s sorry…
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sweeterthanthis · 2 years
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I've come to hop into your inbox to provide some inspiration, the character is all yours to choose but this sounds fun hehe.
Don't you wanna feel good, baby? I'll make sure you can't think remember anything but my name.
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Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You're Bucky's favourite thing to do on a Wednesday night.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, mild dumbification, vaginal sex, bucky being a tease. 18+.
Word Count: 420
All my works are 18+. If you click the read more tab, you are agreeing that you are 18 or over, have read the warnings and take responsibility for your own media consumption. I do not consent to having my work translated or posted anywhere else.
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He tastes like whiskey, his firm body pressed tight up against yours as he holds you close, chest to chest. You don't think you'll ever get over how giddy his kiss makes you feel, a slow half-smile creeping across your lips as he pulls away to take a look at you.
"What're you smiling at, pretty girl?" Bucky asks you with a sly grin, his cerulean eyes illuminated by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. His fingers dip between your thighs, and he let's out a low hum of approval at the mess that waits for him there.
You don't have a fucking clue what you're smiling at, too cockdrunk and out of it to do anything but hum sweetly and pepper lazy little kisses across his broad chest.
A shudder rolls up your spine, hips bucking against him as you rub your naked cunt against his semi-erect length. He's already fucked you half stupid tonight and you can feel the afterburn of his rough hands swelling on your skin.
"Look at me," he commands softly, gripping your jaw with a rough tenderness that you're besotted with. You lift your head to meet his gaze, his thumb feathering across your kiss-swollen lower lip. All you want to do is bury your face in his throat and inhale the scent of him, brain fogged over with satisfaction and lust. You can barely hold your head up, and when his calloused hands move to grip your ass, tugging you back onto his cock and stretching you out once again, all you can manage is a pathetic whimper. "You can take another round, baby. Know you can."
You sniffle against his sweat slick skin, your thighs numb from being splayed out on top of him for the past two hours. The sound your pussy makes as he fucks it leisurely - long, drawn out strokes - would embarrass you if you weren't so fucking gone for him. "Wanna stay buried inside this cunt - my cunt - 'til sunrise."
Your fingernails dig into the thick muscles at his shoulders, his teeth latching onto your chin in a playfully dominant move that earns an exhausted little chuckle from your throat.
"Don't you wanna feel good, baby?" Bucky taunts, his feet planted firmly on the mattress as he quickens his thrusts, pounding up into you. Drool oozes from the corner of your mouth as you fight to remain upright. Not that you need to. Bucky's got you. He's always got you. "I'll make sure you can't remember anything but my name."
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A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕
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ficsforeren · 8 months
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I'm really thinking about starting a new sideblog for Jujutsu Kaisen 'cause I have two fics I'm working on right now (it's Yuuta x Reader x Gojo, and Yuuta x Reader x Megumi) but I'm also too lazy to make a sideblog and with me being a mother of two babies I don't even know if I can manage having another sideblog aaaaaa what to do
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cray-cray-anime · 1 year
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Who to submit and vote for pluralsswagbracket?
RISE MIKEY
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What makes him plural?
Well ofc his alters! And he has not 1, not 2
BUT FOUR OFFICIAL ALTERS/PERSONAS
And they all swag with the best scene of them
Dr feelings
Donnie: Uh, what is happening?
Mikey: Good Morning. I'm Dr Feelings. Welcome to my seminar, "Hug it out"!
Donnie: Dr Feelings? I thought you were Dr Delicate Touch.
Mikey: (evilly) Dr Delicate Touch feels nothing.(back to normal) Lesson one: Because I said so is not an answer. You need to learn a healthy way to express your feelings to your family.
Donnie: Yes, feelings. Hot, cold, sleepy, hungry - -
Mikey: (intterupts donnie by wacking donnie with his pointing stick)
Mikey: No. Feelings like anger. Remind you of anyone? (Shows a picture of donnie yelling at SHELLDON)
Donnie: Nope!
(Ominous music plays as Mikey gives him a suspicious look as he changes the channel to Splinter yells at Donnie, then he starts changing them all over as donnie slowly realises in horror)
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Dr delicate touch:
Mikey: Bullhop, we're friends. So this will be easy to say. YOU'VE GOT TO GO! HIT THE BRICKS SLOPPY!
Bullhop:What? You’re kicking me out?
Mikey:That’s right! You have been working a nerve hozer!
Honestly just have the whole compliations
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Dr positive
Draxum:Baron Draxum needs the help of no one!
Mikey:Oh really? When I found you, were you or were you not living on the street?
Draxum: Maybe.
Mikey:Powerless because your soul got sucked out by the dark armor, wanted for crimes in the Hidden City and who set you up in style?
Draxum:(sighs) Dr. Positive.
Miley:That’s right. Dr. Positive. The one who’s gonna turn you from bad guy to glad guy. From sad heep to happy sheep. From devil to A level baby.
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Dr rude (IT WASN'T EVEN AIRED YET WE LOVE IT so just watch the whole thing (def not cos I'm too lazy to type the transcript)
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A couple even made fics on him having DID disorder
This is my favourite which even mentions one not said in the show of "ninja mode"
and this one mentions mikey's DID
Why would he have DID
"There are a variety of triggers that can cause switching between alters, or identities, in people with dissociative identity disorder. These can include stress, memories, strong emotions, senses, alcohol and substance use, special events, or specific situations"
Which MIKEY DOES (quote from rottmnt wiki)
"To deliver a harsh truth in his "Doctor Delicate Touch" method, Mikey often starts off being sweet, but quickly becomes angry and frank ("Man VS. Sewer").
Doctor Feelings uses his emotional intelligence to advise others ("Breaking Purple"),
and Mikey faces issues with determined optimism as Doctor Positive ("Repairin' the Baron").
And well dr rude wasn't aired and was only when he was pretending to be a villain
BUT myyyy personal hc is that mikey gets burnt out from his alters trying to keep the dysfunctional family together and try to stop the distancing and fighting, as well as, the villains.
So to cope, another alter slowly comes out as dr rude
But hey why would he have DID, isn't it usually from trauma?
Ya telling me
a family raised in the sewers
who hasn't seen anyone like them in several years
with a traumatised dad that's not emotionally available
and villains trying to kill you and your brothers regularly
not traumatising?!
As for the swag, honestly he speaks for them self (or selves). LIKE LITERALLY NOT EVEN THERE THAT LONG AND WE ALREADY LOVE THEM
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So y'all submit for mikey TO GET HIM IN FOR THE VOTES
@pluralswagbracket
Edit: MIKEY GOT IN
This is gonna be pinned till the whole thing over
Edit 2: IF MIKEY AT LEAST WINS AGAINST YOU KNOW WHO THAT BEAT OUR AUTISTIC TURTLE I WILL PUT MY DRAWING OF MIKEY ON MY SIDEBLOG @cray-who-nah-im-just-crazy-a-wip
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thefreshprinceofjunes · 4 months
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Continue?
soriku week 2023 day 2, ragnarok/rebirth (finale/revival, nightmare’s end/eternal session, endings or beginnings)
HEY REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE MADE FANDOM REMIXES OF A SOFTER WORLD COMICS
WELL I DO B/C I MADE SO MANY I HAD TO CREATE A SIDEBLOG FOR THEM (which is whats in the corner bc im too lazy to edit the template)
i havent updated that blog in eight years, but fsr in back in february of 2021 i just? made another one? and then in october of 2022/february of 2023 i made a few more???
(i think the february ones happened cuz i ended up reading through the archive again bc of this gifset i made, inspired by another comic)
SO instead of stressing out over making new content for soriku week with depression + SAD getting me down real bad as of late, im just gonna post these (alongside some other already-finished stuff)! huzzah
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rainbowmango-reblog · 11 hours
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mhh actually thinking about actually starting to use the new sideblogs i never used before about the sims and nevermore for organize better stuff like fav mods cool finds, ts4 general stuff, other sims games stuff, mysims game stuff set in another sideblog and archive nevermore reblogs so are all together, should i do even a blog for the italian reblogs too where can use less english and make some shitposts or lazy posts for fun mhh, i need to start to use even the blog for coding ramblings too i haven't done that in months since put in hiatus the site lmao
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thisfanisgonesorry · 8 months
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figsy finally makes a pinned post on this account oh my days.
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✰ terms ✰ masterlist masterlist ✰ reqs open ✰ >> multifandom, professional slut, retired wattpad user >> i kind of write for my own fun but i love getting requests because i need ideas and validation sometimes :O >> i write porn so i dont try to kill myself rahh!!! ✰ ao3 link ✰ ko-fi ;) ✰ more info ✰ my beta ✰ spotify link ✰
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✰ other accs ✰ >> main account is @thisuserisgonesorry >> fan content sideblog is @arklayasylum >> i have another fanfic acc i might link later ;) >> make sure you read all my pinned posts ty ✰ about me ✰ >> she/they/he ;; genderqueer / regular queer >> cult leader, kins harley quinn, doesnt touch grass >> i have 700 hours on red dead redemption. ✰ dont interact ✰ >> dont be a piece of shit. ezpz >> more in depth dni on my main >> respect my terms. art is art, dont be a dick >> i keep this online stuff away from my main online stuff. try to respect my boundaries and dont look too much into who i am outside of tumblr. thanks :-) >> fanfic is the teenage girl genre so i dont rlly care if youre a minor. even if i said "18+!!", thats not stopping anyone, you little shits would read it anyway (lovingly ♡)
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>> also yes my tag system is a mess + yes my theme isnt very mobile friendly i knowww but im lazy and i dont really care </3
(will probably change the gifs around when i can be fucked)
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purplekoop · 5 months
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Okay so question:
As I'm posting more and more about War Bots, I wonder if that would warrant getting its own side blog, while this remains as my general personal blog and the hub for smaller projects like Role Requeue.
The main pro to this is organization: War Bots posts are almost always super long, often have big images, and are for a pretty niche audience at the moment, so for people scrolling through my blog backlog I can imagine they're a bit of a nuisance. While you can easily find every War Bots post just by searching for the tag on my blog, it'd be easier to find stuff on its own separate blog where the Overwatch takes and twitch links and random cute dog videos I find aren't clogging things. I'd also be more willing to tag more specific things, like individual characters, different types of posts, and so on, which could be useful for later organization.
There's also the more subconscious benefit that if I have a dedicated War Bots blog, I'd be more encouraged to post to it regularly. I'd feel awkward if I had the second blog and never used it, so... motivation by avoiding mild embarrassment?
The cons are... a little more numerous.
The main issue is that I'm lazy and have never had a side blog before. While I'm aware Tumblr makes having a side blog relatively easy, it's still more of a hassle than I'm used to.
A more serious issue is that it's less convenient for other people too. If anyone who wants to follow the project wants to keep seeing posts for it, they have to go follow the other blog, which I'd have to advertise here and also would probably cross-promote posts. It also hurts how many people in the future could get their eyes on it, since just by virtue of being a variety blog (granted with a heavy Overwatch lean) more people follow this blog than a new blog dedicated entirely to a project with its own specialized tags that wouldn't get seen by anyone not already aware of it. If I want more people to know about War Bots (which, to be transparent, I do), then it'd be more probable for people to see it on the blog that uses established popular tags like Overwatch.
The last big thing that discourages me from going ahead and making a War Bots sideblog is a little more silly, but is still a concern in my head. So like. If I make a separate blog for War Bots... why don't I make a separate blog for, say... Role Requeue? That's another project with a dedicated sub-audience that might prefer a dedicated blog for it. What about one for my Splatoon OCs? That one definitely could benefit from both urging me to post more about them and also better organization, and I don't think anybody follows this blog currently for the sake of Splatoon content, so it would warrant getting a separate audience there. And those are just the things I actually post about on here, there's way more original projects like War Bots that I have in mind and wanna talk about some day. Obviously those don't warrant blogs now, but what about later? It's kind of just opening pandora's box for someone with so many random projects like me.
I dunno, just things to consider. Right now my current stance is to not make a separate War Bots blog yet, but I want to hear specifically what people think. I'd make it a direct "yes or no" poll but that feels to harsh, so I'd appreciate feedback in the replies or reblogs on this post. I'll make a separate poll in a moment, but that'll be more for fun and vibe checking than any serious decision making.
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cavarage · 5 months
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thinking of posting some of my fanfics on tumblr but i'm not sure if i should subject my followers to that, and also i'm too lazy to make another sideblog
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tetsunabouquet · 11 months
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Just the other day, when painting and YouTube playing background music, several Shaman King AMVs passed including a particular Tao Ren one. Now, whilst I never roleplayed on Tumblr, I actually did used to have a Nepgear RP blog on a different site and was part of several different fandom roleplaying groups as well in which I played as OCs. Obviously, this included Shaman King and whilst I cannot be entirely certain, that AMV I am talking about, actually used a song by one of the favorite bands of another Tao Ren fangirl I used to RP with nearly a decade ago. I swear, her music taste is the only thing I remember about her and I bet if she were the creator indeed, that she wouldn't remember me either. And then today, I actually came across a Tao Ren rp account. I see the sign, oh divine cosmos. I'm starting a Shaman King rp blog as a sideblog and will revamp my old OC. Perhaps I'll restart my Nepgear RP blog here too, or perhaps create an entirely new different OC as CPU. I'm not entirely decided yet! I'll post the link to my RP blog once I am finished with revamping my old OC's backstory and making the blog! (To my KNB fans, I am really sorry for the lazy posting lately. I swear the Hanamiya watercolour is turning out really nice so far and Basic Instinct Chapter 13 is just so much angst that I'm working ever so slowly on it because the number of depressing possibilities popping up in my head is seriously making me feel down whenever I'm writing it. Like, I don't want to hurt Akashi this badly but damn I cannot let the opportunity slide. This entire chapter feels like plummeting out of heaven straight to the abyss, and it's only the beginning of the story taking a dramatic turn)
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butcherlarry · 4 months
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hi! coming to you for advice/opinion because i feel like you'd have a good answer! i run a dc blog and i really enjoyed it and the ways it's opened me up so far. the only kicker is, it's a side blog and my main blog is a very specific tumblr niche so all my asks and follows come from my main.
i'm struggling a little with making connections in the fandom community because when i send an ask/follow they see that account and don't know i run a sideblog! i don't know how to make it so people realize that if it makes sense 😕
i thought about kind of leaving a "from (sideblog username)" as an ending on asks so that people know but that feels really silly 🤣
anyways, hope you have a wonderful day/night!
I don't think that's silly at all! Especially if people in the DC fandom are more familiar with your DC blog than your main blog. On the other hand, you could also ask under you main blog, then reblog the ask when it gets answered under your side blog.
I think I've been on Tumblr since 2015 (I am too lazy to scroll back and find my first post to know for certain), and I lurked on the site earlier than that before I got a blog. It has been in the last year and a half that I have gotten active and actually talked and interacted with people on this hellsite (affectionate). Before, I had a weird hang up in my head that no one wanted to talk to me, I was just some weirdo on the Internet who had to many Thoughts about my favorite blorbos, and why they should kiss and Be Gay together. For me, joining Discord servers and actually participating in the conversations in them helped me get over this thought. I realized that there were entire servers that had people thinking, talking, writing, and arting about these favorite blorbos too! And then I started following them on their Tumblrs, and then they messaged me. And I would message them back. And sometimes I would be the one starting a conversation instead of the other way around. Also, I love those ask and tag games that people do. It's another way for me to get out of my shell a little bit more, and participate in the fandom.
It's up to you how active you want to be in your fandom. I've leaned that it's up to you how you shape your fandom experience on the Internet. How active you are depends on how much effort you are willing to put in. I am not an artist, so I can't make the some of the wonderful fanart you see online. While I enjoy thinking and daydreaming about scenarios/AUs for my blorbos (I currently have Superbat au about podcasting/video essays that I have been rotating around in my head), I'm not disciplined enough to sit down to write out my thoughts to create stories. What I do like to do is read all the lovely fanfics that other talented people write, and make fanfic rec lists for others to enjoy. Fic rec lists helped me get into reading fanfiction when I started getting into fandoms and shipping my beloved blorbos. I really enjoyed finding those treasure troves of fanfics and diving right in to read. So, making my own fic rec lists is my way of giving back to the fandom community that I love.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, if leaving a signature of your side blog at the bottom of your ask makes you feel more comfortable to participate in your fandom, do it! If that, or reblogging the ask to your side blog, or something else helps you be more active in a fandom you enjoy and love, I don't see why it's a problem. I wish you success in whatever you do :)
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Hellooooo hi, I'm too lazy to scroll yeah
Can you tell me a bit about your paracosm? :3
A bit? Nope, sorry, no can do, I can only tell you a metric fuck TON about my paracosm. Hope ur prepared for an infodump >:)
Sooooo uh. There’s a lot to talk abt (because I don’t know how to shut up) so let me break it up a little. Setting-wise, the story’s set in a fantasy version of Earth, where the most important difference (aside from the presence of magic) is that if someone writes a story and enough people read it, the story becomes real in a parallel dimension. I originally thought of this as a way to explain how my OCs could meet with the characters from my favorite shows/books, nowadays it’s both a mechanic that facilitates the story and (recently more frequently) the focus and source of conflict.
Because of the setting, aside from the numerous stolen characters from other media and reworked versions of said stolen characters, there’s obviously a lot of magic going around with a fuckton of places to visit and even more magical species to populate the world and wield said magic – “angels”, demons, shapeshifters, monsters, gods, you name it. Most of my paras are non-human and those who are also tend to have non-human ancestry or some kind of extra magical power (what’s the point of fantasy without fantasy, yknow?). But also, because I have a weird obsession with Organizing and Putting Things In Boxes, I have the physics of magic worked out to an absurd detail, feel free to shoot me an ask abt it if you want to be bored to death :D
Plot-wise… well. I would summarize the story, I actually HAVE a pretty decent summary, but it’s like, 100+ pages (50k+ words if I recall correctly), and I’m pretty sure tumblr would not Like That (and this version’s not even up to date), so. There used to be a lot of exploration of the world (aka me integrating my current interests into my paracosm because I can), nowadays it’s a lot more character-focused, with the plot revolving around 15-ish “main” paras and their lives. Which can be anything from “I can finally go to college and study the stuff I wanna study! Yay!” to “oh god oh fuck I’m a general in a multidimensional war and thousands are dead if I make the wrong move” so. There’s a lot of throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks. (I am a sucker for big epic fights tho so that happens a lot lol)
Thematically, I like to focus on the inner worlds of my paras and how they relate to the world around them. Each of them come from different backgrounds with different perspectives so any time I wanna explore a concept I can just pick whoever falls closest to that (like, “oh THIS one was abandoned by their family but THIS one is a stable father figure, found family trope go brrr” just to name an example). There’s a lot of hurt/comfort generally speaking, heavy on the emotional angst and, because I’m a secret whump enjoyer, there also tends to be a lot of blood. Like a lot. (Dw I always balance it out with some old-fashioned “finding peace in each other’s presence” daydreams, especially soft and cuddly.) Oh yeah and also everyone’s gay but that’s pretty much expected at this point.
Sometimes I also like to wonder about the morality of certain aspects of this universe, since the setting and world is so different from ours, but ig that’s a topic for another day haha
Anyway yeah that’s as short as I could get it 😅 it’s a bit hard to talk about my paracosm as a whole because it’s so old and as a result incredibly widespread. I do have a sideblog dedicated to it but tbh I haven’t really touched it in ages so what little info it has is probably outdated. Idk what else to say, if there’s any part you’d want me to go into greater detail feel free to ask (I know ppl mostly only care about the paras which, fair, but when it comes to talking abt my paracosm practically any topic is free for the asking lol), and sorry for the long ramble haha
Bonus doodle of one of my paras (Rowena) I did like a day ago
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myownlight · 6 months
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okay this is gonna be a multi i guess cause someone wants me to write cal :/ and i'm too lazy to make another blog or sideblog
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