#;;~Not Quite Me~;; OOC

[hakusins]

tw // scars, blood, bruises, piercings, cigarettes, a bit of ooc?

man, i love whitney

[askchilchuck]

I’m sending my evil army of crabs to unleash the horrors on you >:)

What do you mean-

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY!?

[feintenstein]

I'm goin nuts buddy!

[elias-magnussy]

Elias.

Care to explain why I have the distinct feeling of being watched?

It’s not Ellery. It feels.. different. Bad. And I sincerely doubt it’s Jon.

(@child-of-the-vast)

All you people are so god-dang suspiscious. So what, because I'm the only eye avatar you know and I'm vaguely evil I must be responsible every time you feel watched?? Maybe you're just paranoid. Maybe you're making it up. Maybe it's the almighty Eye turning its gaze upon you for all I know! No, it isn't me. I am a busy man, you know. I don't have time to watch some teenager eating churros and having a liter of iced tea in one sitting.

[clegfly]

Getting REAL sick and tired of how omori TikTok views sunny.

Like, they view any scene of him being emotionally vulnerable, affectionate, or even just making an expression outside of just being completely neutral as “mischaracterised”. He’s not some cool, stoic, unwavering badass, he is a traumatised teenager. Don’t cry whenever he dares to give his friend a hug or (god forbid) be SAD about something??? Isn’t like. Part of the point of his development about him allowing himself to break down the repressive walls he built when he shut himself in? And being able to rely on his real friends instead of imaginary versions? And isn’t the game like. Meant to SHOW that he still cares about them despite isolating himself?

It’s really stupid to get mad at a character like that showing emotion or affection personally, especially since he’s not used to expressing it properly after so long. But that’s just me

[avastyetwats]

Can we talk about this scene for a moment? It's everything to me for several reasons. First of all, Lucius. He deals with so much when it comes to Stede, but no matter how annoyed and exhausted he is, he's always one of the first to stand up for Stede. Especially when it came to Ed. He saw how hard Stede was falling for Ed, how he was trying to impress him, and he was always there to point that out to Ed, especially when they went on their 'adventure' and then we have this scene where Lucius is the first to stand up and say something on his behalf. He saved Stede's life right there as much as Edward did. He's dealt with a lot when it comes to Stede and is antics and pirating, and we see how irritated and annoyed he can get, but when it comes down to it, Lucius won't hesitate to defend his Captain and friend. He won't hesitate to protect him and it's so beautiful. Then the whole crew follows along. In episode 1 they were ready to mutiny, but they've come to love and accept Stede as their Captain. Not to mention he's basically the dad of the group because of how much he loves and cares for them and they see that now more than ever. They all stand up for him and show their love and loyalty, all coming together as one crew, as one family, because that's what they are. And Stede's smile? Oh, it's everything. The way they all stand up for him? No one has ever done that. All his life he's been made fun of, bullied, and laughed at and here is his crew standing up for him and praising him as a pirate. Which is all Stede has ever wanted, to be a pirate and he's finally seen as one, even if it may just be to save his life, but still, you can see the man is about to cry because he's so overcome with emotion. There's also pride and unbridled joy in that smile of his and in his eyes when he looks at them, especially when they finish his 'talk it through' phase. They don't say it with disdain or dread, but with smiles this time - with pride of their own. They've come to understand what that truly means and how much it's actually has helped them and how it was one of Stede's ways of showing that they matter, that their mental health matters. And who has the biggest smile when saying it? Lucius. This is one of my favorite moments of the show for these reasons. Stede may not be the greatest pirate or pirate Captain, but he cares. He loves and he doesn't hesitate in showing it and that's what sets him apart. And now the crew shows Stede that he, too, is loved and cared for. That they care for him, that they love him in return. This was THE family moment for me.

[lacomandante]

HELLO i'm alive, I just barely survived 9 days in Girona doing costumes for Assumpta's short film reels.....and immediately after we came back I had to do some frantic sewing in time for the week of events planned for the Dos de Mayo. I met up with some new friends I had met at the Museo de Traje two weeks or so earlier, and my Spanish has improved SO MUCH during my time here. I am so happy and having SO much fun. I based this spencer off of one Assumpta wears in Rossini, Rossini!, and had two days to make it. I did my hair how Teresa's looks in a snood in Company, but made a madroñera instead- it's a little lower class than Teresa would've worn, I think, but it was appropriate. (I want to make all of the costumes Assumpta wears in her films and make a pre-war Teresa wardrobe, though I'll be remaking this red spencer!) Over the course of the week we walked through many parks, got to see the changing of the guard, we went to many palaces, and I got to participate in the Dos de Mayo parade and battle, which was insanely cool, and where the first two photos are taken! I also got to go to a wonderful ball and danced with all my friends, which I'll post photos of soon. Now that the events are over, I'm rereading Sharpe's Command bc I have my review in my drafts and want to revisit it.

[bloodlustknight]

Sweat & Dryer Sheets

Miguel O'Hara x FTM!Reader | WC: 1.4k cw: 18+ mdni, oral r receiving, bottom growth referred to as cock Summary: You and Miguel live together but it's been so long since you've been able to be together.

𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆 ࣪ 　 ҉ ⋅⠀✧⠀⋅ 　 ҉ ࣪ 𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆𖦆

It had been a long day, your body heavy as you open the door to your apartment. The smell of freshly washed laundry hitting your nose.

"Miguel, I'm home," you announce as you enter the living room. That's when you see him; folding clothes and making neat piles on the couch.

He looks up as you enter the room unfurling his brows, face softening.

"Welcome home sweetheart," He stretches out an arm pulling you in as he kisses the crown of your head. You relax into his side, "You smell good."

"How so?" Miguel asks, interest piqued.

"Hmm, you smell like dryer sheets... and a little sweaty." You look up, meeting his eyes. A laugh escapes his throat as his chest rumbles.

"You think that smells good?" Miguel raises a brow fighting back another laugh.

"What? It's nice, smells like home." You reach your hand out, pressing it against his chest, busying yourself with straightening out his shirt.

"Plus, I like it when you get all sweaty." Another laugh cracks through Miguel.

"Oh really?" he says with a goofy grin. He takes hold of your wrist, gently bringing your hand up to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles, giving each a kiss.

His eyes are unwavering as he presses your palm against his lips, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. You instinctively pull your hand back, but it doesn't budge. Your eyes widen, and you feel the room heat up. Miguel holds your wrist, firmly pushing his tongue into your palm. Kneading your flesh, sending shivers down your spine. A groan escapes you as he begins to part your fingers. You duck your head breaking from his gaze, face beet red. He looked hungry.

"Please, I want to see that handsome face-" Miguel says between breaths. Suddenly you feel a hand press into the small of your back; before you know it, you're flush against him, forced to look up your breath hitches as you see it. Spit coats the edges of his lips as he makes obscene work of your hand.

"Miguel, please..." you whisper heat pooling at the base of your stomach.

"Use your words, sweetheart." he says, lips leaving your hand.

"The... ah laundry- I can help you with it." This sends him into a laughing fit.

He always managed to get you worked up so easily, none of this was new, but it had been so long since the last time.

"The laundry can wait. I'd like to focus on you." He smiles. That's when you feel a hand snake from your back to right in between your legs, cupping your groin. You grab his shoulders for support as your legs buckle slightly.

"Fuck-" you gasp as he traces your hood. You'd been so busy recently, coming home late and exhausted. It had been so long since you and Miguel's schedules lined up. Even then, at any moment, he could be called out to fight the villain of the week. You didn't realize how sensitive you had become to his touch. How much you wanted, no needed this.

You slide a hand down his chest and slip it underneath his shirt. Exploring his musculature until you reach his nipple pressing your thumb against it. Miguel swallows back a groan as you massage his chest. In what feels like an act of retaliation; he slips his hand into your pants. He takes your cock, giving it a tug. In an instant you push your hips forward, giving him better access, wanting more.

You begin to pull at his shirt frustrated that you're both still clothed and he's got you this desperate.

"Clothes off - please." You huff. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Soon beautiful..." he trails off, your eyes meeting his. It's the first time you notice how red he'd gotten, eyes half-lidded, canines protruding.

He slowly gets down onto his knees, grabbing the backs of your thighs. You stiffen in anticipation, muscles jerking with each kiss he leaves up your thighs. Ghosting his lips over your clothed cock, his hot breath making you impatient for contact.

You thread your fingers through his hair bracing yourself. He presses his tongue flat against the fabric of your pants. You lean into his touch the layers of clothing making it hard for you to feel him. You tug on his hair desperately, wanting more.

"Please... Miggy" you manage through staggered breath. This time there's no response, he simply pushes his face closer, you now feel his nose press into you as he prods your crotch with licks. He becomes more desperate as time goes on. His heavy breathing a sign of how badly he's been wanting this to. He leaves your groin, cool breath sending shivers up your spine as it hits your now-soaked crotch.

You needed him now, needed to feel his lips wrap around you. You begin to undo your pants, muscles tensing with need. Miguel stills your hands, grabbing your pants by the belt loops and yanking them down with a single tug, a shallow breath leaves you. You weren't the only one who felt desperate.

His hands return, hooking around your legs, his lips swollen as they latch onto your inner thigh. It feels as though he's wound you up, and the smallest of touches could have you come undone.

"Mhm, ah-h" you sputter as Miguel kisses your thighs, stopping at your core, lips ghosting there. He raises a hand slowly pulling back your hood, hips bucking up into his touch. Grabbing onto his hair you brace yourself as he presses his lips against your head. The overstimulation makes every movement electric causing you to hiss through your teeth.

He takes all of you into his mouth, letting out a groan as he feels the weight of you on his tongue. Hollowing out his cheeks he sucks you in, stopping only to lick at your base collecting the mess he's made of you onto his tongue. Each of his groans sends sweet vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

"Hah- you're doing so good, Miguel... so good-" you barely manage to stagger out your praise. He doesn't show it well but Miguel was a sucker for praise. Vulnerability looked beautiful on him. You cherished the time you spent together where guarded walls crumbled.

Your train of thought broken as you feel his lips leave you. He's panting, you're slick covering his face. You can tell he's close, the realization sends your heart pounding. The thought of Miguel getting there just by getting you off. You let out a groan, locking eyes.

"Please Miggy I'm so close," You throw your head back. In a heartbeat, he's back at your core, savoring your taste on his tongue, massaging your cock.

He takes both his hands, spreading you open, your legs bowing. His nose pressed against your cock as he hungrily laps at your sensitive nerves. You feel the pleasure concentrate in your core, building with each stroke of his tongue.

"Yes there, right there!" you keen. All at once you feel the wave that's been building crash over you. Every one of your muscles, tenses as you grip Miguel's hair for dear life. He's holding your legs, ensuring you don't stumble as you ride out your orgasm.

Once you've stilled, panting, you look down at him. As you brush your fingers through his hair, you can't fight off the goofy smile on your face.

"What was all that for?" you chuckle. He leans into your touch.

"I don't know... it's been a while, I missed you." He says loud enough just for the two of you to hear.

You help Miguel as he slowly begins to rise. Taking his face into your hands, you wipe yourself off the edges of his lips.

"I missed you too." You say giving him a peck on the cheek. Miguel buries himself into the crook of your neck.

"Mhhhm," he breathes out, a smile on his lips.

"You smell good."

[everythingisawayoflife]

the writer in me…she’s cooking…i think this is the longest thing ive written yet. i shall leave a sample below so i’m satisfied with sharing at least a little bit before i post the full thing (this to me takes place in the new batman adventures universe but feel free to imagine otherwise):

Dick is worried. Tim isn’t the chattiest kid but he can certainly hold a conversation. Dick’s tried everything: school, movies, TV, even casework. All he’s gotten are some unenthused grunts and hums. Tim may not biologically be Bruce’s kid but he sure does take after the guy. He cleaned up a bit before leaving and there’s a little bit of color back in his face but he still looks tired. Devastatingly so. Dick keeps stealing glances at his little brother in the passenger seat of the car. His arms are folded tightly against his abdomen, as if he’s protecting his stomach from something and a slight shiver courses through his body despite Tim bundling up with at least three layers, a scarf, a hat, and very thick gloves. The kid’s got to be cooking in his makeshift snowsuit, but then again…

They’re stopped at a red light. Five minutes out from the mall, three minutes out from the nearest urgent care.

Dick steals another glance towards Tim and decides to reroute to the clinic, get him checked out. Dick tuts quietly, it’s a shame he’s starting to come down with something right before Christmas, right before his first Christmas with them. Dick’s been in his shoes before; falling in a pond ice skating with Barbara. She managed to be just fine whereas he spent Christmas on Bruce’s couch laid up with pneumonia. He hardly remembers that Christmas from being so damn delirious but he remembers the warmth that wasn’t from fever. It was familial. The whole time he remembers being with someone. It was hard to deduce who was with him when but he was never alone. And if Tim was about to go through what he had been through, or something similar, he’d need them. But first, Dick just wanted to check for a fever in the first place. All signs pointed to one but Dick wasn’t sure yet. Careful not to wake the sleeping boy, Dick reaches out for Tim’s forehead.

HONK!

Dick quickly retracts his hand and places it back on the wheel, pressing the gas. To the mall. Tim doesn’t jolt awake but the car horn is clearly loud enough to stir him. He blinks slowly with a grimace, like he’s in pain.

“Are we there yet?” Tim asks, pitifully quiet. Like talking louder than a whisper would kill him.

“Almost, Tim, you can go back to sleep for a bit,” Dick says, taking a left towards the mall.

Tim makes a disapproving noise. “I wasn’t sleeping.”

Hm. Denial is the path he’s choosing here.

“Are you sure? Your eyes were closed and you weren’t talking. Telltale signs of sleeping to me,” Dick says lightly, trying not to come off like he’s interrogating Tim.

Tim laughs a little. “Nope, just resting my eyes.”

“Okay, old man. You’re too young to rest your eyes. Resting your eyes is for old people. Just look at Bruce.”

“Hn.”

“Oh my gosh, B, is that you?” This gets a more hearty laugh from Tim. It’s the most awake he’s looked since this morning.

alrighty thats all im posting, im gonna show the utmost restraint until i actually finish this thing.

[fazbear-ent-official]

when shall piss anon be noticed? Czy to Freddy Has hair? Ar ar ar ar

answering for public shaming purposes

[peculiarbeauty]

hypothetically speaking .. if i hypothetically made a hypothetical blog for p.iglet from w.innie the p.ooh who has always been a character i wanted to write on this site and is so important to ME as a person .. would you guys .. hypothetically write with me there ??

[yeonban]

SO! Long time coming updates but here's how I'll roll from now on to hopefully avoid stressing myself out with big numbers all over again:

On Tumblr. 𓂅 01. I'm going to softblock everyone who hasn't attempted to interact ic with me since 2024 started! Huge numbers stress me out and as much as I adore reading you guys' portrayals, I unfortunately think my mental health will thrive more if I keep my dash solely to the people I actively write with. I'll start sbing people this Monday, so if you want to write with me you have until then to shoot me an ic ask or tag me in a starter or what have you! If you don't and I sb though, you're free to refollow whenever our muses mesh better and you think we'll write together, absolutely no hard feelings involved! Maybe we can't come up with any interesting ideas for our current muses and that's okay, who knows what the future holds! 𓂅 02. On the note of writing. I'm going to go through my inbox & drafts and clean out everything I don't have muse for, and then on January 2025 I might clean my inbox out entirely, which means whatever's still in there 4 months from now will likely be purged to allow me to focus better instead of constantly scrolling through hundreds of asks I can't bring my muses to reply to. Next year is going to be my last year of uni, so I'll try to declutter this blog as much as possible to help me remain active on here even while doing internships & writing my dissertation! 𓂅 03. I might delete some muses off my roster, namely those I rarely or never use, but if our muses are intertwined in any shape or form or if you ever feel like rping with them, I am willing to write them for/with you! The main reason I'll be taking them off the main roster (and maybe make a tiny list of muses I only write for certain people's portrayals so you don't think you're losing your marbles when seeing me rp muses I don't ~officially~ rp) is because I won't write them for everyone who follows me anymore. That said, if I take them off because I've temporarily lost muse for them (<-it happens sometimes), we can still talk about them/plot for them in dms! The dynamics I've built on here mean a ton to the both of us, so I'll ALWAYS be down to talk about them and help you shape your muse's main/verse lore if it includes/involves mine (i.e affiliates)! 𓂅 04. Now on my end of starting interactions, I'll begin sending people stuff more regularly! That includes prompted memes whenever I see any that fit the bill even if it means sending 30 memes in a row (you NEVER have to reply to all, or even any, if you're not feeling them so please don't feel pressured to! I just want to give people options to pick from if they ever feel a lot of inspo for a particular muse/verse/dynamic), unprompted memes if I happen to come up with scenarios that I'd like to explore (again no pressure to reply to them!) and random starters if I think the ideas I have would do better as threads than one-off interactions (these will probs only happen if we've plotted and I know for a fact that you're alright w the ideas I'm presenting, so expect me to manifest into your dms before I write any random starters!). I'll make sure to ask this of every one of you individually, but for those who are alright with it, I'll also start tagging you in things that remind me of our muses' dynamic, and/or (depending on what you're comfy with) have my muse talk about your muse in my interactions w others!

On Discord. 𓂅 01. I'll be deleting the people I haven't talked to in ages and/or who show no interest in talking to me! Talking includes both chatting/rambling and plotting, so if you want to escape The Purge you can shoot me a message with a cat video or a plot idea or whatever else's on your mind at the time! I know there are a few people I haven't replied to yet so dw you guys are NOT getting deleted by any meansdajsdh I promise I'll get to every single dm I owe before uni starts and then make a regular effort to respond in time to everyone! I just don't see a reason to keep hundreds of people on discord when I talk to maybe 20 on a good year. 𓂅 02. This isn't going to just be an one-way effort from your part! I'll make sure to pop into your dms on a constant basis too, from the moment the purge ends!

[adwox]

the two most decorated soldiers of the offputting wars

[newdestination]

[This was an effective use of my time.]

[ahogedetective]

I don't even remember the exact year I really started roleplaying for real... I think maybe around the 2014-2016 range, and I was a BIIIG Ace Attorney fan at the time, HEHEHE. I wrote sooo many different characters from the games, wouldn't you believe!!

Then around 2018, I made this Shuichi blog! And never left; though my interest in Ace Attorney had lowered so much, and the AA muses I used to write, wellll!!! 😃 Been QUITE a while since I've last been on those blogs, haha!!! DR and this stupit wet cat never left my brain and never will!!!

[hana-bobo-finch]

I did not know this existed until now and I’m incredibly fascinated by it https://www.nintendo.com/en-gb/News/2009/Louie-s-Notes-Musings-of-a-Sidekick-251422.html

like it’s soooo ooc ahahhahahah ik this was pre-pikmin 3 but

guess he changed his mind about that oop