#<- for blacklist but who knows if i’ll keep this up

[heinen]

started my rewatch of outer banks to prep for season 4 and it’s occurred to me that no one really knows how autistic i am about this show

[p1astr81]

second chances -ln4

in which: Lando tries to get his ex girlfriend back.

pairing: Lando Norris x pop star!fem!reader

genre: angst/fluff

warnings: cursing

an: this is part 2 of “second place”, but I think it could also make sense as a stand-alone.

part 1

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Performing with the wound of a breakup fresh in your heart was difficult, but the roaring crowds and their endless support made it a little easier.

You just finished up yet another show, the twelfth one since you’d broken off things with Lando three weeks ago. Kiké—knowing how hard the breakup was for you—walked in silence next to you and you navigated the backstage area. He simply offered his presence, which was a mild—but much appreciated—comfort to you.

Your eyes were trained on the way the dim lights made your boots sparkle. The last song on the setlist was the most emotional for you. A love song written for Lando. You nearly cried while singing it, and were struggling to keep it together even now.

Kiké only left your side once you reached the door of your dressing room. “Can you travel on the bus with me again?” You asked him softly. Between the last city and this one, Kiké joined you on your tour bus. Usually, he’d fly between locations with the other dancers, but he was more then happy to spend time with you.

He nodded. “Absolutely. We have to finish our show.” He joked, getting a smile out of you.

You bade him goodbye, and stepping into your dressing room. As soon as the door was closed, you let the tears fall, letting the door support your weight as you tried to not crumple to the floor.

A soft call of your name broke through the sounds of your sobs. You gasped, straightening up and reaching for the door handle. Your flight response automatically ceased when your gaze met Lando’s.

Your eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t you be in Spain?” The tone of your voice was venomous, but he chose not to take offense to it.

“Yes, but I wanted to see you.”

You scoffed at that. “Who even let you in here?”

“Your security. I assume you haven’t told them?” You didn’t answer his inquiry, but that was answer enough.

“Look, I know I treated you like shit and I was never here for you, but I want to be.” A little late for that, you wanted to say. But you settled for a roll of your eyes. “And these past weeks have made me realize that life without you sucks.”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips ass you pushed off the door. You wandered over to your desk, and began taking your makeup off. Lando, left in silence and without a response, continued to sit quietly on the couch.

You glanced at him through he mirror. He was fumbling around with his fingers. “You can’t just show up here and expect me to take you back.”

Lando met your eyes through the reflection. “I know. But I really do mean it. Even if we’re just friends, that’s enough for me.” The fact you hadn’t told him to fuck off yet was honestly a step in the right direction for him.

Your eyes found the cotton pad more interesting than him. “I don’t know. You made me feel like I wasn’t worthy of your time. You can’t just fix that with a sorry.”

He stood from his spot on the couch and cautiously stepped to your side. “I’ll be better. Every show I can squeeze into my schedule, I’ll be there.” He nodded.

Having missed the feel of your skin on his, he wanted to reach out, place a hand on your shoulder, or your arm. But he refrained from doing so.

Considering his proposition, you bit your lip. “You said that before, Lan.” You muttered. He heard the disappointment in your voice and wanted to curse himself out for it.

He nodded. “And I regret not following through but I promise this time. And if I don’t honor it, that’s it. I’ll never bother you again.”

It was a terrible idea. You knew it was. Opening your heart up to him again, giving him all the power to tear it in two once more, it was risky. But with a sigh, you accepted. “One slip up, Norris, and I’m blacklisting you from my shows.” You joked.

———

In the coming weeks, Lando honored his promise to its fullest extent, and then some. Even the shows you didn’t expect him to be at—the ones that fell on a Sunday night, only a few hours after a race—he was there.

He’d even spend a couple hours after the shows with you in your tour bus before he inevitably needed to catch a flight.

So after a month of him showing up consistently, and proving himself, you finally gave into him.

It was after one of your shows, you were sat in the tour bus as it stood stationary. The both of you were planted on the couch, your legs across Lando’s lap. You’d been talking for the last hour and a half about seemingly nothing. And then you licked your lips, and bit your lip softly before calling his name. He looked to you with big brown eyes like a little doe. “I think you’ve proved that you’ve changed.” Lando’s brows raised, hopeful. “And… if you’d still want to-“

“Yes.” He replied without even letting you finish. “Sorry.” His gaze shifted to his hands which sat on your bare legs. His cheeks went red. “Continue.”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, I think you got the point.” You sifted in your seat, and leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

[chaotic-tired-fox]

i’m trying to keep anything related to iskall off of my blog personally, but there’s a new doc out and i dunno if people have seen it yet. i know you’ve done a few posts so i was wondering if you could circulate it a bit.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K2zSSeaUHiKZQbpWV7kGx0uI88bPupFrqIlalaUiH3c/mobilebasic

hopefully that works. take care, thanks for talkin <3

Thanks for bringing this to my attention anon, I’ll happily share it for you.

The document linked is an account from Kumara, an art director and long term artist who worked on Vault Hunters. They have written and provided proof to multiple accounts of being under paid, overworked, emotionally manipulated and gaslit by Iskall. How they were treated from 2020 to now is beyond despicable.

Also, any posts I make regarding the situation will be tagged with #iskall situation so you guys can blacklist/filter it if you don’t want to see these posts.

But I encourage spreading this information around as it’s not just sexual harassment that’s the issue here regarding Iskall. And anyone still defending him also needs to properly read through the accounts themselves and rethink their stance rather than just listening to what everyone else is saying. Listen to the victims because the amount sadly keeps growing.

[itoshiierae]

hii theree !!! can i request hcs for yandere!izana ??? 🥺🥺 been having a lot of brain rot of him ever since edits of him landed on my fyp after so long 😣

ᡣ𐭩 notes: ohhh you already know this man has abandonment issues and if you ever try to leave him??? yeah, no. he goes absolutely feral. the moment you even think about walking away, he’s already three steps ahead… 🫣

ᡣ𐭩 cw: yandere themes, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, implied stalking, isolation tactics, babytrapping

𖥔 yandere!izana who never tells you not to leave, he just makes sure you have nowhere else to go. your favorite café suddenly closes down after three years of operation. your old friends??? start pulling away without warning, offering vague excuses like “just busy” or “need space,” until their replies stop coming altogether. basically everything outside of him starts to crumble, until he’s all that’s left for you to lean on.

𖥔 yandere!izana who doesn’t track your location himself, he has people for that. he doesn’t believe in invading your privacy directly. he believes in keeping you safe efficiently. so every place you visit, every person you interact with, someone reports it to him directly. and if you ever mention how eerie it feels??? he just hums, “maybe you’re just not used to being protected properly.”

𖥔 yandere!izana doesn’t handle jealousy with tantrums. he handles it with strategy. “he’s just a friend,” you say. “mm,” he hums, barely acknowledging it. but then your friend suddenly gets blacklisted. and the worst thing is, you don’t even realize he was the cause of it…. not until much later when you start putting the pieces together. but by then, you’re already isolated, already tangled in a web spun from his love and obsession.

𖥔 yandere!izana who takes you to rooftops. not just any rooftop, but his rooftop. the one he’s claimed as his own escape from the noise & the world that’s always demanded too much from him. he likes the idea of having you up there where no one can interrupt, no one can reach you unless he says so. the elevation is more than just physical; it’s symbolic. you belong in a place no one else can touch.

𖥔 yandere!izana who lets you believe you’re independent. that your choices are your own. but if you could only see the strings he’s pulling behind the scenes — the favors, the threats, the quiet influence. you’d realize you’ve always been moving inside the circle he drew around you all along.

𖥔 yandere!izana who babytraps you after you threaten to leave him following an argument about how possessive he’s become.

“look… you’re not going anywhere. i’ll take good care of you and our baby.”

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

[loulou-land]

Congrats on your milestone!!

I'm not good at giving prompts but here it is: Salbucktommy with possessive Sal and Buck over Tommy. I also want to see them head over heels for Tommy, who has them wrapped around his little finger!

Hope that inspires you to write something... and if it doesn't, that's more than ok!

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Dani! Thank you so much 😭💚 You’re the sweetest and I’ll never forget you were one of the first lovely humans to welcome me into bucktommy nation and talk to me about Brilliant minds.

Thanks for sending a prompt! I swear I set out to write exactly what you wanted but uh…instead, it took a mind of its own, Sal grabbed the reins and well this happened. I really do hope you still enjoy this salbucktommy and keep an eye out because I loved exploring their dynamic and definitely plan to write some more of them.

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They’re at their usual Queer-friendly bar, having opted out of joining their respective teams at a Badge & Ladder. They’ve wanted a night to themselves for weeks now and after a streak of conflicting shifts and canceled plans, they’ve finally carved out a night just for the three of them.

Sal’s come straight from a shift, still smelling faintly of smoke, while Buck and Tommy are twenty-four hours into a rare shared off.

Tommy just went to the bathroom, leaving Buck mid-ramble about something—Sal had stopped tracking the topic ten minutes ago in favor of trying to keep up with the game’s score. Something about the history of…Sailors tattoos? Or was it fire codes in New York? He's not sure. Buck had a way of diving headfirst into topics like they were burning buildings and half the time Sal just lets him go. It’s distracting as hell, but also weirdly endearing.

Suddenly, Buck’s steady stream of words cuts off. Sal glances at him, concern building up in him when he follows his line of sight and ahh. Some stocky, overly confident guy has intercepted Tommy on his way back from the bathroom. The guy leans in closer and Tommy, to his credit, looks relaxed, even amused.

“Easy there, Cujo.” Sal murmurs, noting the way Buck is all tightly bound energy at the moment. “Don’t go off maiming any ankles. I like this bar, don’t wanna get blacklisted.”

Buck frowns, bouncing slightly on the barstool like he’s ready to launch. “You seriously okay with some random asshole flirting with Tommy? I mean, who does that? Just stops someone coming from the bathroom—”

Sal shoots him an unimpressed look, as he takes a long sip of his beer. “Tommy can handle himself. ‘Sides I know exactly who he’s gonna be under tonight and whose hands it’ll be on him. Don’t you?”

Buck startles as Sal’s boot hooks around his ankle under the table—slow and deliberate—and his cheeks flush red. He’s never known anyone so capable of undressing him with his eyes like Sal does. That look Sal’s giving him…makes him feel stripped bare in more ways than one. Seen in a way he never was before. Until them. Tommy and Sal.

“Y—yeah. I know that. Just…”

Buck’s eyes flick back to Tommy, tracking the way he tilts his head and nods at something the other guy’s saying. He doesn’t look uncomfortable. But Buck still bristles.

Sal watches him with something close to fondness and worry. Watching the way Buck slightly hunches in on himself, looking unsure. He sighs.

These two—emotional wreckage wrapped in muscle and good intentions—so in love with each other they lose their heads the majority of the time. They really did a number on one another. It’s a wonder Sal fits in at all with them. This whole thing working far better than they believed it would. But sometimes, adding a third to a relationship doesn’t complicate things. Sometimes, it completes them.

Besides, these two idiots need a lot of loving. And if that has to be up to him…well he ain’t exactly complaining.

He glances back at Tommy, and their eyes lock—something sparking between them, part challenge, part question. Tommy’s lips twitch, and Sal feels his own curve into a smile before he can stop it.

Bastard, he thinks, fond. Playing us like a damn fiddle.

He feels heat pool low in his gut and suddenly, he needs to be back home. With both of his men.

Time to move this along.

He reaches across the table, fingers curling under Buck’s chin, gently tilting his head until their eyes meet.

He smirks as Buck’s eyes widen and his mouth parts, pretty pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Baby, go get our man,” Sal says, voice low. “Time to head home.”

Buck nods quickly. “Uh-huh. Yeah. On it.”

He doesn’t move.

Sal arches a brow.

Buck jumps. “Tommy. Right. Okay.”

He slides off the stool, nearly tripping in his rush, but stops when Sal calls, “Hey, sweetheart?”

Buck turns, cheeks flushed, eyes already dilated.

“No maiming,” Sal says with a wink.

Buck visibly shudders. “No promises,” he mutters, but grins and sticks out his tongue at Sal, savoring the low chuckle he gets in return before weaving through the crowd toward Tommy. His heart hammering with all the filthy possibilities the night promises.

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:21」 — l.seokmin

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➮ gargoyle!Seokmin × fem!Reader wc: 3.7k summary: Nights are the only time Seokmin can truly live as he spends his days frozen in the glow of the sun. Night was also the time when his human girlfriend would come to pay him a visit. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, slight religious themes, mentions of: physical abuse (by parents), attempted forced marriage, slut-shaming, place of religious worship; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: normally i have a very hard time writing for seokmin but this just came naturally and i’m really glad. Usually it’s so difficult for me to capture him but this time around things went well and I’m very pleased with what I’ve written. I hope you like it and thank you for reading! We have ten fics left for Kinktober after this starting week 4 with naga!Seonghwa which I’m quite excited about. as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), thigh riding (f receiving), orgasm control (f receiving), use of pet names (hers: angel, sweetheart, darling, etc.; his: Minnie, baby, etc.), unprotected sex (use protection pls), and i think i got them all but if i missed any, let me know! kinks: Thigh riding + orgasm control dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Come here. I’ll show you how to make yourself feel good. ❜❜

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Your footsteps rang out as you walked across the stone streets, heels clicking with each determined step. You glanced up as you rounded the corner, taking in the imposing structure of the cathedral. It wasn’t the largest by any means but it was still large enough and stood out among the other buildings with the wide sweeping steps that led up to the massive oak front doors.

The stone work was impressive, life sized statues carved into the facade that showed various important figures in the Catholic lexicon. You didn’t really know their names or faces as you weren’t exactly a churchgoing woman. You’d only started visiting this church when you were down on your luck, running out of places to sleep having been thrown out of the house after an argument with your parents.

Since then, you lived your life on the streets at the mercy of kind strangers like the archdeacon of this cathedral. He had known your parents and condemned them for throwing you away like you were nothing but common garbage. He gave you shelter and food and even helped you get back on your feet.

You now had a small apartment on the edge of town and a steady income having finished school. Truthfully, you had no reason to keep coming back to this church, at least not one that those who attended knew of. You were the godless daughter that had been casted out of the sanctuary of your home. As far as the congregation knew, you deserved it.

Why else would your parents, apparent upstanding members of the church, kick their only child out onto the streets just before the start of winter? The whispers started soon after and despite the archdeacon’s very public condemnation of your parents actions, the rumors continued to circulate.

“They must have had a good reason.”

“No parent just throws their child out without a good reason.”

“I heard she’s been spending a lot of time with that good for nothing butcher’s son.”

“Maybe she’s pregnant.” “What are harlot.”

“Whore.”

“Slut.”

All of the accusations whispered behind hands were the furthest from the truth. You didn’t even know the butcher’s son. The argument between you and your parents had been about school. Your father didn’t want you attending university, making it plain that he wanted you to marry as soon as possible and move out of the house. He had a handful of prospects for you, all of which were his co-workers and friends. 

Men all nearly twice your age. You refused, telling him you would rather die than marry one of his old friends. He had struck you across the face and you retaliated by defending yourself with a knife taken from the kitchen knife block.

The damage, while not serious, had been done and you were cast out into the street to fend for yourself.

Your reason for continuing to visit the church, albeit when everyone else was gone, was a simple one. Well, simple to you. You were visiting a friend. Not the archdeacon, though you did visit him from time to time to update him on your progress. He had taken the role of father figure in your life and you were grateful for everything he’d done for you.

No, your friend was much more… hidden. Obscured.

You happened upon him while exploring the parts of the cathedral that were off limits to the rest of the congregation. The archdeacon allowed you to explore the cathedral as it was now your home and you took his invitation immediately, familiarizing yourself with the back hallways and rooms that no one else got to see.

The one area he asked that you not visit was the bell tower. You listened to his request for the most part until the curiosity became too much to bear and one day, you snuck up there to see why it was off limits. It was old, the wood creaked underfoot and everything was covered in dust and cobwebs.

The stone however was structurally sound and as you explored, you came across the most beautifully carved statue you’d ever laid eyes on. He had the most handsome face you’d ever seen, from his sharp jawline to his pointed nose and his eyes that seemed extremely lifelike.

He looked like he’d been carved by the gods, the lean body with rippling muscles. The clothes, also carved from the same stone, fit him loosely but clung to his torso, outlining the curve of his chest. You were in awe of the statue as you circled the pedestal it stood on. It wasn’t carved from the facade of the stone wall like the others. He looked like he’d been carved somewhere else and transported here.

As you moved around to the back of the statue, you noticed through slits cut into the shirt a pair of leathery bat-like wings protruding from the back of the statue. As you moved back around, the dying light of the setting sun cast a golden glow over the pale facade of the stone statue, deep shadows settling in the recess of the eyes.

You stepped even closer, noticing what looked like a speck of dirt on his cheek. You raised your hand, prepared to wipe it away when the sound of the door at the bottom of the tower opened and you heard a voice calling for you. 

You shied away from the statue and hurried down the steps and back to the ground floor.

The archdeacon wasn’t entirely upset that you had disobeyed his words and when you asked about the statue, he told you the story. It was said to have been a man at one point but he was cursed for some crime and as punishment for his sins, he was cursed to turn into stone every day but at night, he came alive. You asked about the wings, asking if he was a demon.

The archdeacon was amused with your question and he understood the reasoning behind your question. It was then that explained what gargoyles were. You knew what a gargoyle was but you’d never seen one so beautiful before. The archdeacon raised a brow at your choice of words but he understood. Most of the gargoyles on the outside of the cathedral were grotesque and hideous.

Now that you’d snuck up to the top of the belltower, the archdeacon didn’t forbid you from entering and instead asked that you limit your time up there and just be careful as it was a long way down should something happen.

You had taken to going up to the top of the belltower during services to avoid the judgmental gazes and whispered words of the congregation as well as to avoid seeing your parents who for whatever reason had decided to continue attending mass despite the archdeacon’s position on their actions.

You would often bring your sketchbook and pencils up with you and sketch the gargoyle for hours, studying the way the light would hit the stone and cast shadows as well as how it seemed to glow, the bits of quartz in the stone sparkling in the sunlight.

You had pages upon pages of sketches of the statue. Your draw to it was obvious to anyone who happened on your sketchbook. You had been up there for hours as evening mass dragged on until finally, as the sun was setting, the doors to the cathedral opened and the congregation spilled out onto the streets while you slept.

Until you were woken abruptly by the bell ringing. You covered your ears, cursing yourself internally for falling asleep while still up at the top of the belltower. You crawled over to the edge of the tower, peering over the railing as the bells subsided. From up here, everyone looked so small, like tiny ants running around. You let out a sigh, sitting back on your heels.

“I’ve been up here long enough,” you murmured as the sun dipped below the buildings, only a small sliver shining upon the tower. You turned to look over your shoulder at the statue. “I think it’s time I get out of your hair,” you said with a smile, turning to collect your things, placing your pencils back in the case. As you were zipping the pouch, the sound of stone cracking caught your attention.

You looked up, eyes widening in horror as the stone facade of the statue had started to break, cracks appearing along the arms and across the chest. You gasped, looking around and wondering what the hell happened. Was there an earthquake? What could have caused such destruction in the short period you were looking away.

You turned your eyes back towards the statue as the last of the sunlight faded away, the sun disappearing entirely behind the buildings of the city. The cracks appeared quickly along the statue and you cried out as the stone fell apart in an almost explosive fashion, bringing your hands up to shield your face as bits of stone and dust coughed out from the statue, clattering over the stone walkway.

Silence fell over as the dust and small pieces of stone started to settle. Lowering your hands, you turned to look at the statue, expecting the pedestal to be empty but instead, before you, stood a man. He lifted his head, his stone colored eyes meeting yours and you gasped. It was him. The statue. The gargoyle. He was… a man? You stared up at him as he stretched his arms over his head, his wings splaying out behind him like fingers with webbing between them.

He let out a sigh before his eyes fell on you again. “Oh,” he said softly. “Hello.” He gave you a warm smile and you stared back in shock, slowly raising your hand to give him a small wave. “Uh… hi?” you replied, uncertain if you were awake or asleep at the moment. He noticed the sketchbook on the ground. “How long have you been up here?” he asked as he fixed you with a curious gaze.

“Uh… a few hours,” you answered. “I’ve been avoiding Mass,” you added in an undertone. “I see,” he said, nodding. “What’s your name?” he asked, tilting his head. You glanced up at him. “Y-Y/N,” you told him, still kneeling on the floor. His smile returned, reaching his eyes. “Well,” he said, stepping down from the pedestal. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he continued as he walked over, kneeling down to your level and holding out his hand for you to take.

“I’m Seokmin.”

After that interaction, you learned that Seokmin was indeed a gargoyle and that the story the archdeacon had told you was only partly true. Seokmin had indeed been cursed to live the life of a gargoyle but he had been wrongly convicted and as you slowly got to know him, you could see that was definitely the case. No one, except for the archdeacon, had ever shown you such kindness before.

Seokmin had the face and personality of an angel. Had it not been for the leathery wings attached to his back, you might have mistaken him for an angel upon meeting him. He was kind, caring, passionate, and funny. You started to spend your nights after sundown with him, learning about his past, his likes, his dislikes, everything you could think to ask.

He asked about you a fair bit as well and slowly, a friendship formed. The nights you spent with him meant you barely got any sleep but you managed to still attend your classes and get good marks. Seokmin was your rock during that crucial time in your life. As your relationship grew, feelings beyond that of friends started to develop and after finally revealing your hidden feelings to him, he surprised you by accepting them and even reciprocating them.

It was an odd relationship, being with someone you could only kiss or touch when the sun went down but you made it work. Living in the cathedral made it easier because Seokmin was only a staircase away if you wanted to see him.

Everything changed when you graduated and landed a job. You were no longer dependent on the archdeacon or the church and soon, you would have to move on. The thought terrified you. Joining the real world, becoming a full fledged adult, and leaving Seokmin behind. When you conveyed the worries and fear to him, he reassured you that everything would be fine. 

The night that you told him you would have to leave was the first night you gave yourself to him. Seokmin proved to be a very generous and attentive lover and it was the first of many nights you would return, either to just lay with him until the sun started to break through the buildings or spend all night in the throes of passion.

Even after moving, you returned to the church, sneaking in at night using a side door you had the key for to go up to the belltower and see your lover. Seokmin welcomed you each time, letting you vent your frustrations about life, work, your neighbors and without complaint, he listened to it all. He then spent the rest of the night soothing your worries and frustrations with his words or with his hands and mouth.

As soon as he had his hands on you, it was all over and you became putty to him, easy to bend and shape the way he wanted until he could break your frustrations by driving you over the edge of ecstasy. Sometimes, you visited him just to have him spend the night making love to you. Either way, Seokmin didn’t mind. He loved having you under him, tangled in the sheets of an old bed left up in the belltower for storage. It was the very same bed where you gave yourself to him the first time.

Using the key, you unlocked the side door, opening and shutting it behind you softly before turning back to the short hallway and crossing to the doorway that led to the stairs up to the belltower. The climb up the steps was familiar as you pulled your hood down, hurrying up the rickety wooden staircase. As you reached the top, you glanced towards the pedestal. The sun had long since set and the stone pedestal was empty. You looked around the room, noticing the form in the bed.

You walked over slowly, removing your shoes and then pulling off your coat, letting it fall to the floor as you moved closer. You’d chosen to throw your coat on over your sleep clothes, a silky tank top and matching shorts with lace along the hems. The dark green color looked lovely against your skin and you knew if Seokmin had anything to do with it, you wouldn’t be wearing it for long.

You climbed onto the bed, the mattress creaking under your weight as you crawled towards Seokmin. As you reached him, he opened his eyes, smiling at you as you crawled over him, straddling his lap as his hands moved to rest against your thighs. “Hi,” he said softly as you leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Hi,” you murmured.

His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, humming as his fingers skimmed over your shorts. “Did you wear this for me?” he asked softly, fingers toying with the silky material. You shook your head slowly, reaching down to grab the bottom of your tank top, pulling it off over your head and revealing a lace bra in the same shade of green that decorated your skin, barely covering anything.

Seokmin’s eyes widened as he took it in, hands moving up to cup your chest. “So you wore this for me, then?” he asked, smile widening as you giggled, nodding. He sat up, pulling you against his bare chest as he captured your lips in a slow, tantalizing kiss, his lips moving against yours lazily.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he whispered between kisses as his hands moved down, sliding over the curve of your ass. “Do I need a reason to visit my boyfriend?” you asked, taking his face in your hands as you pressed your lips against his again. He pulled your hips against him, grinding your cloth covered core over his hardening cock. “No,” he replied. “I guess not.”

You continued to drag your clothed pussy over his cock. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet yours. “I’d like to try something.” You pulled back, hands moving to his shoulders as you slowed your movements. “Hmm?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

He reached up, cupping your cheek. “Have you ever thought about my thighs?” he asked, catching you off guard. “Seokmin,” you started leaning in to press your lips against his. “I always think about you. I think about every part of you.” He chuckled against your lips, pushing you back slightly. “Take your shorts off, darling. I want to try something different tonight.”

You gave him a curious look but obliged him, climbing off his lap to slide your shorts down, keeping your panties on as you discarded the silk bottoms. You started to climb over his lap but he stopped you. “No, no,” he said softly. You gave him a confused look as he started to move you. “Come here,” he said, guiding you over his thigh. “I’ll show you how to make yourself feel good.” 

You let out a gasp as he pushed your hips down, your clothed cunt coming into contact with his bare thigh. “You want me to ride your thigh?” you asked softly as he kept one hand on the small of your back, the other moving up to take your chin gently. “Can you do that for me, angel? Can you make yourself feel good using just my thigh?”

You nodded slowly, leaning in to kiss him once more as you slowly started to move, dragging your wet panties over his thigh. The friction against your clit made you gasp softly. Seokmin followed your movements with his hand on your back, urging you to move a little faster.

The more you moved, the wetter your panties and his thigh got. “That’s it baby,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your lips parted and you sucked his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around it as you continued to rut against him. You moaned, moving fast. “Woah, slow down there, angel,” Seokmin murmured, putting a halt to your movements and your orgasm slipping away.

“Minnie,” you whined, looking up at him. “Sorry angel,” he chuckled. “I can’t have you falling apart just yet. Here,” he said, grabbing your hips and starting to guide you again. “Keep going.” You kept your eyes on him, narrowed as you tried to work out what was going on in that beautiful head of his.

You let out a whimper as you felt him flex under you, forcing your hips down harder against his hard thigh. “Feel good?” he asked softly, watching your face as you started to move faster, taking over your own movements. You nodded wordlessly as you grinded against him harder.

“Look at me sweetheart,” he said softly, raising your chin and forcing you to look at him. “You gonna cum baby?” he asked, a gentle smile on his face as you nodded. He grabbed your hips, stopping you once more. “Minnie!” you hissed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Stop doing that!” you whined as your orgasm slipped from your grasp once more.

“Sorry, darling,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I promise this is the last time,” he added. “Come on, love,” he added, grabbing your hips once more, guiding you over his thigh again, your arousal now smeared over his skin. Letting out a shaky breath, you ignored the burning in your thighs as you resumed rolling your hips, dragging your sensitive, lace clad clit over his skin.

“M-m’close,” you whimpered, walls clenching around nothing as you grinded harder, moving faster. “That’s it, baby,” Seokmin whispered in your ear. “Let go and cum for me. That’s a good girl.” Your thighs shook as you finally came with a whine in Seokmin’s neck as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you up as your orgasm shook your body. “That’s it baby,” he coaxed, letting you ride out your high until you couldn’t move anymore.

“M’sore,” you mumbled, raising your head. “Let me,” he whispered in your ear, gently lifting you off him and laying you back against the bed, his skillful fingers peeling your soaked panties from your body and tossing them aside. He kissed a path up your stomach as he pulled the sheets back, exposing his naked lower half, his hard cock ready for you to take.

“You did so well for me, angel,” he murmured, placing kisses over your lace covered chest and up the side of your neck. “Let me take care of you now,” he whispered in your ear as he kneeled between your spread thighs, guiding the head of his cock to your waiting cunt. You let out a whine as he rubbed the tip against you before pushing the head inside, your walls readily sucking him in as he slowly filled you.

“Minnie,” you gasped as he stilled, cock nestled deep inside you, the tip barely kissing your cervix. He pulled back slowly, cock dragging against your walls before he thrusted forward, filling you once more. “I know baby,” he cooed, leaning over you to place a kiss to each cheek, one to your forehead and finally one to your lips as he set a slow, steady pace, pumping into you with lazy yet calculated strokes.

Another whimper escaped you, sounding from your throat as he started to move a little faster, snapping his hips against you harshly. “I know,” he murmured again, lips ghosting over yours as he fucked into you harder, making small gasps and moans leave your lips. “Minnie, baby,” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he angled his hips, hitting that spot inside you that always had your toes curling and stars invading your vision. “I know, angel,” he cooed again, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“Just let me take care of you, baby.”

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[saveahorserideaneddie]

I wish I had remained as cautious as you this season cause I feel stupid for getting sucked in and having expectations.

listen i won’t lie and say that i am exempt from making exceptions too… im a pessimist- i got that from the amount of times i’ve been burned by network shows before, but even i have that small part of my brain that is like “but what if” which means even though i know something probably wont happen in an episode, i still get disappointed when it doesn’t

the thing is tho that i think fans should have expectations… this whole flying by the seat of tim’s pants thing that he does in terms of writing is something unique to this show and not in a good way (well- maybe not unique but definitely most prevalent here) it’s not fair to cast, crew, or fans, and to me it shows a lack of dedication to the craft, and in my honest opinion should get him blacklisted.

like- if he hates putting in effort on the show so much, why doesn’t he just leave? (we know why bc he’s a narcissistic pig, but ANYWAY)

i think what they’ve done with press this week **if nothing concrete happens with buddie (again- i’m literally stuck in limbo on whether or not i think smth’s happening) is really shitty and my hope is that fans start contacting abc executives, starting petitions, etc. to show them that we aren’t just here for whatever pops into tim’s brain. yes- to an extent there are things that we don’t expect and they work out and can be really good moments, i’m not saying he should do every little thing the fandom wants bc that would make a boring show (and only cause more derision among fans), but what i’m saying is that we need to show them that we are done falling for this formula of “oh, we need to build up ratings/viewership, lets write a buddie plot that really seems to stir the pot, tease it in interviews after the fact, and then completely drop it once we got what we want.”

something i personally find a little funny is that so many people this week have been going “if they wanted to shut buddie down they wouldn’t do all this” and im like…. but they dont want to shut buddie down… if they did that they’d lose too much of their main audience… they want to keep us around which is why they pull stunts like this. queerbaiting is an unfortunate part of media and it unfortunately is effective in what it’s used for, and abc, tim minear, oliver stark, and ryan guzman (no matter how much we love and want to trust them) are not exempt from doing it. i know they say they are, but lets be real who would actually own up to queerbaiting?

i love ryan and oliver but even i have to wake up and smell the roses that at the end of the day this is their job, and while they do genuinely love their characters, regardless of what their feelings are towards buddie or any other storyline, theybare going to do and say what they are told because it’s their job to do so- even if it means lying to our faces about buddie. it’s unfortunate, but it’s true.

i’m not gonna watch the episode live bc i’ll be in rehearsal, and honestly? i’m kinda glad bc even if something buddie does happen, i’d rather have the confirmation either way then forcing myself to nervously watch and getting disappointed in real time (again IF we don’t get anything)

i just feel like the fandom as a whole needs to realize that you can be optimistic and positive without placing complete faith in these people who in all actuality do not care about our feelings, and they need to understand that tim isn’t in this for the characters, he’s not in it for the fans, he’s in it for the massive paycheck disney gives him, and as long as they allow him to work unsupervised, the show is gonna be what he wants it to be

i don’t mean to bring anyone’s spirits down- i don’t want that to be my brand on here, but i do think this fandom can be a little (a lot) naive sometimes and while it’s okay and even sometimes beneficial to carry that bit of naivety, when you create expectations based purely on trusting a capitalist broadcasting company, you’re bound to be disappointed

i would not wish for ANYONE to have the viewing experience i donbc being entirely honest the way i navigated this season was utter HELL for me, and like most other people were having the time of their lives up until a couple weeks ago

so i say all of this not to be like “everyone should doom and close on buddie and never watch the show again” bc i don’t want that- i love this show and i want it to continue… but if it does continue then there NEEDS to be a change and i feel like fandom has to be the catalyst for that.

TLDR; don’t be like me, but everyone should learn to temper their expectations when it comes to queer ships on network television

sorry for kinda hijacking your ask 😭😭 i started yapping and a lot just spilled out

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Lena Horne (Cabin in the Sky, Stormy Weather)— Incredibly talented biracial actress, singer, dancer, and activist (she did so much work towards integrating audiences). Because of the racism of the era, she rarely got to be the lead actress but filmmakers loved her so much that they would often create stand alone segments within a film to highlight her beautiful singing, knowing that these segments would ultimately be cut from the film by censors in areas that forbid films with Black performers. Also, she's just so wonderful in Cabin in the Sky as a gold-digger villain who is not the least bit subtle about her intentions. I would highly recommend checking out her work.

Ginger Rogers (Swing Time, Top Hat)—Look I’ll level with you, I’ve never seen her in a musical and I know that she’s an amazing dancer and she’ll be even hotter when I finally watch Top Hat but I’m not submitting her as a dancer I’m submitting her as an ACTRESS. Her comic timing is impeccable!!!!! She’s full to bursting with life and in every role she seems to be having FUN, you can practically feel the twinkle in her eye. With her natural warmth it’s like she’s letting you in on the joke, y’all get to have this fun together! Making me laugh is hot!!! [If you'd like to see Ginger dance, videos below the cut]

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Lena Horne:

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Black American powerhouse singer and actor who faced all the usual bullshit that any BIPOC faced in vintage Hollywood and achieved legendary status anyway. Also a Civil Rights movement icon.

She was a gem

She was so beautiful and those dimples are amazing! Truly depressing how badly Hollywood treated her because she was black. I would love to have seen what she really could have been if they didn’t cast her in so many yikes roles. She’s got gorgeous eyes and that body! Her joyful smile makes happiness sexy!

Civil rights actress, singer, dancer, actress, she's got the whole package

Lena Horne was a wonderful singer and actress who largely starred in black cast musicals. While she had a lot of main stream success, she ultimately lost the lead role in showboat (a role she had played on the stage) to a white actress due to hollywood's prejudices. She was also blacklisted during the HUAC hearings, but she still managed to be hot be hot as fuck and have a career spanning decades, working with more well-known stars like Judy Garland in musicals, and working on stage and releasing albums when her hollywood career began to suffer.

Miss Horne became famous during a period of time when Hollywood had very few meaningful roles for people of color. Although she is more so known as a performer, she starred in two successful all black productions (Cabin in the Sky & Stormy Weather). If that wasn't enough, she also guest starred on the Muppets (Season 1, Episode 11)

Ginger Rogers propaganda:

She needs no introduction! An undeniable powerhouse on the dancefloor, and no less talented an actress. I once watched a compilation of cinema's greatest dance scenes and one of her and Fred Astaire's dances was featured, and one of the talking heads said he pitied her for 'having to keep up with him' - or something to that effect. Bullshit, I cry. Ginger Rogers was his absolute equal, and underplaying her incredible skill is downright criminal. I want the 'Cheek to Cheek' sequence from Top Hat to be permanently burned into my memory.

"Backwards in high heels", as the saying goes (though the pedant in me must point out that she in fact spent her fair share of time leading or dancing side-by-side). One of the earliest twinkle-toed ladies of the silver screen, and in terms of acting/persona, her balance of wide-eyed cuteness and movie-star glamour has never quite been replicated.

we all know her beloved string of musicals with fred but ginger also has an extensive and varied non-fred filmography that she's great in! a few ginger moments that are important 2 me personally ginger singing “we’re in the money” in gold diggers of 1933, complete with a verse in pig latin bc this whole movie is kinda mocking the concept of anyone actually being in the money in 1933; ginger and una merkel singing a verse of “shuffle off to buffalo” in 42nd street, providing some statler & waldorf-esque commentary on newlyweds from the upper berth of a railway car (interesting that belly was apparently a risque word in 1933 - maybe its bc the lyric is innuendo-ing about out of wedlock pregnancies - and that panties was a term for men’s underthings!); a favorite fred & ginger number

Ginger Rogers could do everything! She could sing, dance and act. She was hilarious in comedies, moving in dramatic roles (she won an Oscar for Kitty Foyle in 1940) and absolutely gorgeous!

Listen, no shade to Fred Astaire at all, but she both kept up with him step for step and then later went on to WIN AN OSCAR FOR ACTING. (which he did not.) truly a double threat!!!

One of the best dancers in Hollywood! Her work with Fred Astaire is just incredible.

ONE LINE: "Everything Fred did, Ginger did backwards and in heels" AND THEYRE RIGHT! Rogers was a total dance badass, and a lot of movie buffs know the story, but the Never Gonna Dance number from Swing Time took almost 50 takes, and allegedly by the end of filming it her white shoes had been stained pink because her feet were bleeding. As a note, she looks crazy gorgeous in this number. Watching these two dance is insane. They match up to each other in a way my mom describes as "divine" and she's right. DANCE NUMBERS!

Let's Call The Whole Thing Off (Shall We Dance, 1937, dancing starts at 3:14, they're in ROLLERSKATES)

(Ginger Rogers is the hottest woman ever to live in this number. seeing this as a teenager altered my brain chemistry)

(also watch her feet and how she moves opposite Astaire in this one. We all know our boy Freddie had that precision demon but jesus christ Miss Rogers, let a girl live!)

Pick Yourself Up, Swing Time 1936 (Everyone's seen this one but by god you are going to see it AGAIN!)

Shall We Dance, 1937 (duet begins at 2:34)

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes, Roberta 1935 (There's just something about Ginger Rogers in a slick black dress man)

The Continental, The Gay Divorcee 1934

God she's MAGIC in this one.

Gay Divorcee's Ending Montage 1934

The infamous table and chairs spin happens at about 0:49. Pay CLOSE attention to her in this bc it looks like witchcraft and I feel lightheaded whenever I watch this movie bc shes THAT awesome.

She is a miracle to watch. Sorry for the sheer amount of clips. My entire family is like madly in love with Ginger Rogers.

[pinkscaped]

“I Was Scared of Her...” VENUS’s Chloe Shares Emotional Testimony About Analise on Live.

3 More Alleged Victims Come Forward.

In  an  emotionally  raw  livestream  aired  late  Friday  night,  VENUS  member  Chloe  delivered  a  tearful  and  vulnerable  account  of  her  past  experience  with  soloist  Analise,  detailing  what  she  described  as  "months  of  manipulation,  public  humiliation,  and  silent  fear"  during  their  shared  time  under  Mydol  Entertainment.

The  livestream,  which  has  already  surpassed  3  million  views  on  URIDOL  within  12  hours,  shows  Chloe  reading  shakily  from  a  handwritten  note,  visibly  struggling  to  hold  back  tears.

“I  didn’t  want  to  speak  before,”  Chloe  says,  her  voice  trembling.  “Because  I  thought  no  one  would  believe  me.  But  I’ve  been  carrying  this  for  too  long.  That  rehearsal  incident  in  2021  wasn’t  the  only  time.  It  was  the  one  time  cameras  caught  it.”

She  continues:

“She  [Analise]  used  to  single  me  out  in  front  of  staff.  If  I  danced  wrong,  she’d  stop  the  music  and  tell  everyone  to  ‘watch  Chloe  mess  it  up  again.’  I  started  dreading  practice.  I  stopped  eating  properly.  I  thought  if  I  just  got  better,  maybe  she’d  stop.”

Chloe  took  several  pauses  during  the  live,  at  one  point  turning  away  from  the  camera  and  whispering  “I  don’t  want  to  cry,”  as  fans  flooded  the  chat  with  hearts  and  messages  of  support.

“I’m  not  doing  this  for  pity,”  she  added.  “I’m  doing  this  because  I  don’t  think  she  should  keep  getting  away  with  it.”

Following  Chloe’s  livestream,  a  now-viral  thread  on  Me2Day  claimed  to  include  testimonies  from  other  former  Mydol  trainees  and  backup  staff  who  had  allegedly  experienced  or  witnessed  similar  behavior  from  Analise.  KMG  has  verified  that  two  of  these  accounts  came  from  legitimate  Mydol  personnel,  though  the  third  remains  unconfirmed.

“I Was Just Her Backup Dancer” — Trainee, 2019

One  former  trainee,  who  worked  as  a  backup  dancer  for  Analise’s  solo  concert  in  2019,  alleges  that  Analise  once  screamed  at  her  backstage  for  stepping  in  the  wrong  direction  during  a  dress  rehearsal.

“She  threw  her  mic  pack  at  the  wall.  I  remember  it  because  it  shattered.  She  yelled,  ‘Do  you  even  know  who  I  am?  Don’t  ever  embarrass  me  on  my  stage.’  I  cried  in  the  bathroom  for  20  minutes.  The  staff  pretended  it  didn’t  happen.”

“She Threatened To Have Me Kicked Out” — Junior Vocal Coach

Another  account,  reportedly  from  a  junior  vocal  coach  who  worked  with  Analise  early  in  her  career,  describes  a  pattern  of  intimidation.

“If  she  didn’t  like  a  note  I  gave,  she’d  roll  her  eyes  or  say  ‘I’ll  have  you  replaced.’  At  first  I  thought  she  was  just  confident.  But  then  I  found  out  she  actually  told  the  label  to  fire  one  of  the  other  coaches.  She  was  only  17.  It  was  scary  how  much  pull  she  had.”

“She Made Me Bark Like A Dog” — Unverified Testimony

A  more  dubious  post,  from  an  anonymous  user  claiming  to  be  a  former  makeup  artist,  alleged  that  Analise  once  forced  staff  members  to  “bark  like  dogs”  for  her  amusement  in  a  green  room.  The  post  includes  no  names,  dates,  or  corroboration,  and  has  been  widely  questioned  online.

“She  laughed  and  said  we  were  her  pets  now.  We  barked  because  we  didn’t  want  to  be  blacklisted.”

Many  netizens,  even  those  sympathetic  to  Chloe,  have  cast  doubt  on  this  particular  claim,  with  top  comments  reading:

“Okay  let’s  not  lose  the  plot…” “This  one’s  clearly  fake  and  is  hurting  the  real  victims.”

Though  Analise  has  not  yet  responded  to  Chloe’s  livestream  or  the  subsequent  allegations,  her  legal  team  released  a  short  statement:

“We  are  aware  of  the  content  circulating  online  and  have  no  comment  at  this  time,  except  to  say  that  the  lawsuit  filed  against  Mydol  Entertainment  remains  active.  We  will  respond  formally  in  court.”

Meanwhile,  online  sentiment  continues  to  shift.  While  some  fans  remain  loyal  to  Analise  and  have  questioned  the  timing  of  the  video  and  testimonies,  hashtags  like  #StandWithChloe  and  #ProtectYourTrainees  have  begun  trending  across  multiple  platforms.

As  this  story  continues  to  evolve,  more  voices  may  come  forward,  and  the  once-clear  narrative  around  Analise’s  lawsuit  is  now  far  murkier  than  ever.

[  +1,143,  -69  ] “Chloe  didn’t  cry  for  views.  You  could  feel  the  pain  in  her  voice.  This  wasn’t  acting.  This  was  a  girl  finally  breaking  her  silence.  I  believe  her.”

[  +980,  -47  ] “She  kept  trying  not  to  cry…  You  don’t  fake  that.  You  don’t  fake  shaking  hands  and  scribbled  paper.  Analise’s  silence  says  enough.”

[  +912,  -34  ] “The  rehearsal  video  was  just  the  tip  of  the  iceberg.  Now  we  see  the  emotional  abuse  too.  My  heart  hurts  for  everyone  who  had  to  deal  with  her.”

[  +870,  -52  ] “People  forget:  being  a  ‘star’  doesn’t  mean  you’re  a  good  person.  I  used  to  stan  Analise  too.  Not  anymore.”

[  +799,  -28  ] “Chloe’s  live  made  me  cry  too.  She  never  wanted  this  drama.  She  just  wanted  peace.  Thank  you  for  speaking  up.”

[  +664,  -15  ] “I  trust  Chloe.  I  trust  the  trainee.  I  trust  the  vocal  coach.  That  last  makeup  artist  tho...  yeahhh  maybe  we  let  that  one  go  😂”

[  +626,  -19  ] “She  made  them  bark  like  dogs??  Okay,  now  y’all  are  doing  TOO  much  💀  let's  keep  it  believable  or  you're  just  helping  Analise.”

[  +518,  -10  ] “Real  fans  support  Chloe.  Real  fans  support  Mydol.  We  believe  in  truth.  #ChloeStrong”

[  +504,  -7  ] “Chloe  is  angel.  Always  truth.  Always  strong.  Thank  you  Mydol  for  support  always  💕”

[  +489,  -6  ] “Thank  you  Mydol.  You  always  care  for  artist  mental  health.  Chloe  brave.  We  love  Mydol!”

[  +471,  -12  ] “Analise  no  good.  She  hide  truth  always.  Mydol  know  best.  We  support  company.”

[  +397,  -72  ] “Why  are  there  so  many  bots  in  these  comments??💀”

[  +363,  -59  ] “Every  time  Analise  gains  support,  new  ‘revelations’  pop  up.  Chloe’s  story  is  powerful,  but  the  timing?  Very  suspicious.”

[  +342,  -67  ] “I  was  with  Chloe  until  the  third  story.  Let’s  not  ruin  this  by  throwing  in  weird  fanfiction.  Stick  to  what’s  real.”

[  +291,  -54  ] “So  NOW  Chloe  has  a  handwritten  letter  and  tears  on  cam?  Girl  what  were  you  doing  the  last  3  years...”

[  +244,  -31  ] “Even  if  she  did  lash  out  at  times,  Analise  was  a  minor  under  pressure,  too.  That  doesn’t  excuse  everything,  but  let’s  not  erase  the  abuse  she  went  through  either.”

[thebroccolination]

Well, well, well.

It appears that there’s an elegant fairy-dusting of hate comments about me on Twitter from some Peraya interfans who are furious that I made this video:

Why, you ask?

Well, apprently I spent days making that video because I’m only “pretending” to be a Peraya.

I’m sorry y’all had to find out this way that I’ve been posting joyfully about KristSingto for five years as a long con ruse. I haven’t been informed why I did that. I’ll let you know if they tell me.

Maybe they’ll also tell me why I was “pretending” to be a fan of Singto while I was supporting GawinKrist and “Be My Favorite.” I’d love to know that, too.

Because of course a fan can’t support multiple projects by the same person. A fan can’t like KristSingto AND GawinKrist. It can’t be that I like seeing Krist succeed no matter whether he’s paired with Singto or pursuing solo projects with other people.

😐

Sarcasm aside, those individuals can yell all they want about how fake I am and how they’ll never forgive me for What I Did.

Because tell me: what did I do?

I’ll go first: 1) I made threads calling for people to respect Krist’s friendships with Singto and Gawin against the toxic fans on both sides who were constantly fighting each other. I also 2) named Peraya as the ones who were starting throwaway accounts to attack Gawin throughout the summer of 2023 while “Be My Favorite” was airing. (Some Peraya believe that Gawin’s own fans made throwaway accounts to “make Peraya look bad”—and yes, I can’t prove they weren’t, but I also can’t see Gawin’s fans calling him a “half-breed” even under the guise of anonymity. I can see it done by fans who were so angry about BMF they refused to acknowledge the series while it was airing and regularly tweeted about how just thinking about it made them want to cry, though. I used context clues to assume who might have a vested interest in going after Krist’s costar.)

And then 3) in 2024, I stood up for Krist because he had been forced to hide his friendship with Gawin for months. He closed his Broadcast permanently because there were Peraya putting vomit and angry emojis on the two photos he posted of Gawin. He was getting hate on Twitter from some Peraya for 1) not fanservicing with Singto enough, 2) betraying Singto by leaving the outing with Gawin instead of staying at the hotel with Singto, and 3) ruining KristSingto’s comeback, among other things.

There were alt accounts calling Gawin a “half-breed” and a “mutt” and a “leech” the same way some GawinKrist fans were calling Singto “desperate” and “broke” and a “leech,” and I was so tired of all of it I left Twitter.

I also stood up for Singto in all of that.

In every thread I made about this for two years, I said we should support Krist and show respect to Singto and Gawin because they’re people he cares about.

I archived my Twitter, so I have receipts of everything I said, every thread I made defending Krist, Singto, and Gawin.

All I’ve ever stood for in this fandom is unity and harmony and kindness like the My Little Pony fan I am, but I won’t tolerate toxicity and aggression. I block for it regularly, and I left Twitter in part because of all of this.

Fandom is a community, and common decency and respect for each other are fundamental parts of that. If you want to spend your time in fandom fighting other fans and complaining about everything instead of using that energy to uplift Krist and Singto when they’re creating art to admire, then, quite frankly, you’re going to make people less likely to want to join the Peraya fandom.

So let me be very clear:

1) Krist and Singto are and always have been my priority as a Peraya.

2) I am creating videos and projects to bring new fans into our fandom because it will be fun.

3) If you keep bullying people and creating vendettas and making blacklists, you are going to make this fandom a worse place to be in, and people won’t want to be part of it. You are the reason some Peraya have left. They were tired of your negativity, and they walked away because of it.

I am building community. Build with me or build your own, but this isn’t going to help KristSingto in their comeback.

Focus on them, because that’s what I’m going to do.

There, I think that’s clear enough.

And to any new fans reading this and going, “Yikes,” then welcome! If you’re looking for community, feel free to join my KristSingto Discord server where we’ve been happily discussing “The Ex-Morning”!

We have rewatches of every episode weekly at 18:00GMT on Saturdays and 7:00GMT on Sundays. I look forward to seeing you there!

[simphornies]

Vox with an overlord s/o hmngg. He’d get such an ego boost from having another overlord submit to him, especially if they’re close in power but also… he’d never admit it but he’d fucking love to get dommed SO hard

A/N: He's giving switch/service top honestly. Maybe a hint of power bottom. (definitely adding this to my lengthy headcanon list). Bonus points if you can guess who the first unnamed character is

Word count: 1.1k (1,152) Warnings: suggestive content, implied sex, dominant reader

Power Hungry - [ Vox x Overlord!Reader ]

“And stay out.” Your voice was stern, laced with anger. You glared at the mafia head that disrespected your meeting. “Your business is no longer needed with us, imp.”

He hissed, “Whatever bitch. Your loss. You’ll soon realize this decision of yours was a mistake.” He got up, dusting himself off as he glared at you. You glared at him back, your demon form on the verge of exploding out.

“Get out of my sight before I take your head. You better hope I never see you again because next time, I’m displaying your skull on my wall. And that’s a promise.” Your voice distorted as you pointed your angelic spear to his throat, cutting him slightly. He backed down, shaking slightly as he ran off. You pulled your spear aside and huffed. “The nerve of that little shit.”

Vox put his hand on your shoulder, the touch immediately calming you down. “I’ll keep eyes on him, make sure he doesn’t try to put a hit on you.” He beamed with pride at your display of power, “Come on, let’s go back in.”

Your spear vanished as well as your demon form, reverting back to your usual self. “I will squish him the next time I see him I swear to god!” You screamed. Vox held your waist, pulling you close as you two walked over to his office.

“If he’s in the area, I’ll make sure to get him up here for you babe.” He grinned at you.

You smiled at him, “You know exactly how to make me happy, Vox.” You gave him a quick peck on his lips.

“That was hot as fuck though.” He winked.

“Oh hush it! You say that every time you see me in my demon form. Remember when I almost killed you?” You laughed, “You faced a second death and what did you say?”

He laughed with you, “I think I said ‘Holy shit you’re hot.’ or something along those lines.”

“Insane. Threw me off guard and saved your life. Glad you said it though.”

The two of you entered his office. He sat on his chair and you sat on top of him with no hesitation. “You really gotta get me my own chair here.”

“Hmm…No. You have a seat right here.” He flirted to which you rolled your eyes.

“I guess that’s true.” You rest your head on his chest as you watch him tap away at his computer. “So what’s the agenda?”

“Nothing. That was the last one for the day and it looks like he already left.” He sent a message out to block any future business with him and you sent a message to Carmilla to make sure he can’t get any weapons from her either, completely blacklisting him from her company. She happily obliged considering you were a close friend of hers and helped her greatly during her rise in power.

“And I just blacklisted him from Carmilla’s company. That little shit isn’t getting any angelic weapons anytime soon.” You laughed.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled at you. You two share a passionate kiss before getting interrupted by Valentino slamming his door open.

“Vox! You won’t fucking believe wh-Oh! Am I interrupting something?” He grinned and leaned up against the doorway. “Can I stay and watch?” He winked.

You glare at him even though he probably couldn’t see your expression. You threw a stapler at him which Valentino dodged last minute. “Fuck off! We’re having a moment! Come back later!” He ran out, slamming the door behind him. “And no you can’t watch! Gross.”

“Oh the headaches you save me from.” He held you close to him, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Anything for you, baby.” You grabbed his hand to kiss it, “I’ll kill for you, you just say the word.”

His ego was filled to the brim knowing he had you by his side, willing to do anything he asked of you with no hesitation. You and him were on par with each other in power but in terms of fighting, you had the advantage. You had more experience fighting considering you had to work hard and kill anyone in your way to become an overlord, even almost killing Vox when he met you. He came to save Valentino from getting killed because he tried to force you into becoming one of his girls. Your patience already ran thin so when he asked you more than 3 times, you nearly squashed him. Vox came to save him of course and your love blossomed from thereon out.

He loves watching your angry fits, even sitting back with some popcorn as you killed an entire gang of sharks that tried to force themselves on you once. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated by your power. You weren’t afraid of speaking up for yourself and you most certainly will do anything to have people listen to you. Any demon would be doomed to die if they ever looked down upon you for anything. There were times that he spoke back to you and he found it attractive whenever you’d assert yourself on him. He was as power hungry as you were. But if you were the power? He was starving. He craved you more when you showed power but he never wanted to admit it in the bedroom.

“You know I love it when you’re assertive. It’s so hot.” He whispered into your ear. Shivers went down your spine at his deep voice, triggering something inside of you.

“Yeah?” You turned, straddling him, “I bet you’d love it if I did that to you in private, hm?” You smiled, slightly grinding on the tent in his pants.

“Mmm. I don’t know, baby. Would I?” He smiled up at you, a teasing tone evident in his voice.

You kissed him, tongues intertwining and curling around each other. You were both out of breath by the time the two of you pulled away. He was about to get up to take you to his room but you stopped him. “No.” You said, your hand on his chest, “Stay. And lock the door while you’re at it.” You smirked at him. He nodded and with a flick of his finger, his door was locked. Before you two could get it on in his office, you both heard something behind the door.

“Fuck! You guys didn’t have to fucking lock it!” Valentino yelled, his voice muffled behind the door. The two of you laughed in response before averting your attention back to each other.

“Now. I think I have some…anger to let out.” You grabbed him by his collar and dragged him over to the couch, pushing him down on it. “And record this for yourself, baby.” You winked.

“Yes ma’am.”

He’d be lying if he wasn’t going to beg for you to dominate him more after that night.

[fanbynature]

A post from Dani Howe, who recently left smosh after working in the marketing team

"From Pet to Threat" - This just happened to me AGAIN and after 10+ years in this biz, I’m sick of having to get over it in silence for fear of being blacklisted, or labeled as “difficult to work with” because I chose to be open about my working experience. I won’t go into details, as this isn’t meant to be that kind of post, but I want to share this research because the “Pet to Threat" phenomena keeps happening to me and so many of my peers, particularly over the last few years here in LA. It’s truly an abusive cycle that repeats for far too many people in the workplace, but especially and aggressively for Black women in the entertainment/media industry. So many of us work extremely hard from a place of love, peace and genuine passion for our crafts. We choose to put our prowess out there, hoping that it’ll be reciprocated with that same authenticity by our leadership/mentors/peers, only to be undermined and vehemently devalued in favor of this insistence for power and control at every turn. I’ll never understand the need to prioritize pettiness & ego over doing the right thing for another team member or putting the best, most collaborative work out there for your company. What’s the point of hiring an expert or someone with big potential, just to diminish them? I'm tired of entering spaces I was promised were full of golden potential and stability, only to have to abruptly leave that space a short while later, lest endure unsafe + toxic working dynamics if I choose to brave it. The feelings of shame, guilt and confusion that come after are all too familiar, and yet they never get any easier to deal with. Constantly being in an anxious place of trying to figure out what went wrong and changing my approach, while the world you left couldn’t even be bothered to think twice about you, feels like a losing game. Why even play anymore? I'm only left jobless with no prospects, broke, and burdened with heavy feelings of sadness that I feel really dumb for having. Because it’s just a job, right? And the house always wins.

Some of you might question why even share all of this. Well, I fully believe transparency is one of the best ways to educate and inspire those around you. By sharing this article and a bit about my experience, I hope others feel encouraged to choose themselves and stop letting lazy business practices suppress their potential. I have no idea what’s next for me - this post has probably tanked any chance of me continuing a career in entertainment marketing. But what I do know is that I’m not accepting being overlooked anymore. Not having my true potential nurtured or recognized because the mentors I believed in would rather act out of insecurity than help me thrive is total BS. I deserve better than that, and so do you. I hope today is the day you know your worth."

Im interested in who are they going to blame now. It was once Defy - but now that it's in the hands of the original creators and owners - the same mistakes seem to be popping up. Hmmm

Also if fans start villanizing her the way they did with Boze and Saige - 👊👊👊 i will find you and i will punch u in the fucking face

[johnnyshrine]

★ 000 //johnnyshrine

★ // Welcome to the shrine!

This shrine is dedicated to sharing a new creation each day in the year 2025, all of which are inspired by the character Johnny Joestar, the main protagonist from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part 7: Steel Ball Run.

!! PLEASE NOTE: THIS SHRINE CONTAINS SPOILERS TO STEEL BALL RUN !!

Blacklist #spoilers so those posts can be hidden!

(This post was last updated: 04.13.25. View patch notes here.)

★ // TAGS

★ the shrine's daily offerings: #offerings ★ other people's submissions: #other's offerings ★ updates/non art: #updates ★ answered asks: #asks

★ // DISCORD SERVER

Click here to join the Steel Ball Saloon, my Discord server! Learn more about the server here!

★ // FAQ

★ Who runs this blog?

// Just one guy! You can call me Sen. (he/they/it)

★ @mightysen (art blog) ★ @doorintosummer (personal/main blog I follow from) ★ My Carrd with links to find me elsewhere on the web.

★ What types of works will you be making for these "offerings"?

// That’s the beautiful part: it could be anything! For this devotional, I want there to be as few restrictions and barriers to my creativity as possible. I have so many art supplies and resources I’ve been meaning to use, and I think giving myself a daily excuse to play around and have fun is good medicine. There could even be works that aren’t visual art, such as writing, music, who even knows what I’ll come up with! Some of these works will almost assuredly suck ass, some may be the greatest thing since sliced bread: I cannot guarantee which is which, but I will assure you I’ll show up every day with Something.

More questions and answers below the cut!

★ Why Johnny Joestar? // For starters: I think keeping the subject matter consistent is a really good benchmark to have from drawing to drawing. You know WHO to expect, but the shapes, colors, references and methods in which he’s drawn may vary wildly, which should be fun to watch unfold. 

It also probably goes without saying, but you have to REALLY like a character to be able to commit to something like this. I have a very difficult time explaining in words why I love Johnny without it sounding esoteric, but I assure you I love him a supreme amount and I find a great deal of inspiration in him. His sense of determination is so captivating and I see such a beautiful light in him, so I want to hone in on that and pull off my own great feat like him! Hopefully my art and hunger will show you what my words struggle to say.

★ Can I suggest an idea for a work?

// Yes!! Feel free to send ideas to my Tumblr inbox, the only requirement is that it must feature Johnny Joestar; though you can suggest characters he interacts with! Prompts, poses, expressions, tools, are all open to suggestion.

Keep in mind, I am under zero obligation to do any request, and some of them might be difficult if not impossible to pull off if I don’t have the specified conditions available, but who knows, you might spark something in me! If your idea is used, it will be credited.

(I’m gonna mention this preemptively: I have not started reading Jojolion yet. So I politely ask that no prompts involve anything beyond part 7, as I'm trying to avoid spoilers. I will edit this section once I have finished part 8.)

★ Why are you doing this?

// Despite the fact that I am posting these publicly, this is something purely for me. My greatest expectation with this devotional is to have a death of the audience moment with these pieces, not caring if the art I’m making is “good” or will be “well received”, simply that it comes from the Heart; that is why this practice was founded.

My own personal struggles with my art in recent years have come from an anxiety of trying to fit some kind of standard that was self imposed by my own expectations of what I thought others wanted of me, stifling my creative spark by chasing after dollar signs and being a Presentable Brand™. I forgot art was fun. I forgot who I am. This daily practice is how I remember. This is my form of prayer, hence why I’m calling this landing place a “shrine”.

Admittingly, the timing is very ripe to do this in 2025. Steel Ball Run’s manga is finally releasing in English in May, and it’s incredibly likely the Steel Ball Run anime is getting announced on JoJo Day in April. The hype for these things isn’t something for me to cash in on, more like it fuels me and inspires me. I’ve had moments in my life where it felt very hard to go on, but having something to look forward to in the future would always reframe things. I want to keep living and doing my best so I can hold that hardcover manga in my hands and be there when the anime finally drops because this story and its characters mean the world to me!

★ Why do this daily?

// I have done a few private daily drawing and meditation challenges before, and it’s a rewarding feeling to have done a little something each day that adds to your growth. I’m also a bit of a recovering perfectionist, and I fear that if I gave myself a challenge that required more time (let’s say, a Johnny once a week) it might make me lean into my perfectionistic tendencies. I’m already well aware I can sit my ass down for 20+ hours and make something nice, I don’t need to keep proving that. I’m trying to do the opposite: I want to be able to loosen up with my drawing, make peace with making mistakes, be a little bit more vulnerable and sloppy and silly with my soul’s expression. My hope is that by the end of 2025, the vessel of all the collective art will take me into a greater understanding of myself and the world.

★ Why post these publicly if it’s something just for you?

// I feel like the last few years of my life, I’ve kept myself rather obscured and tucked away parts of myself that felt too authentic and vulnerable. But it’s 2025 now, I think it’s time we unlearn shame and do as we please. I asked myself in earnest what I wanted to do in the new year, and he replied “I just wanna draw pictures of Johnny. :D”, so who am I to ignore that request? I have so much love in my heart for Johnny and my art that it'd be a shame not to share them with the world; in fact, I don't think I even could, and so I must share.

★ Do you have any alternative goals to do anything with the works produced here?

// I have a personal project that I require a lot of still images of Johnny for which will assuredly contain art from the shrine, however at this time no concrete planning towards that has been made. I also think collecting everything into a book may be fun, whether it be for sale or just for myself.

★ Have you considered selling merch or selling off originals?

Merch isn’t out of the question (I do make it for a living) but I’m really trying to approach this act of devotion as “expression first, outcome second”. My hope is that if merch does arise, it’s mostly a happy accident that it ended up that way or something that my heart wants.

If anyone has requests for particular offerings and what type of merch you'd like, please let me know!

I am open to the idea of selling originals. Feel free to message me to discuss.

★ Can I make my own devotional challenge like yours for Johnny/another character? // If you feel inspired by what I’m doing, feel free! This idea is as free as it makes you feel.

★ Will you continue this beyond 2025?

// Time will tell! I make no promises, especially this early in the race. Let me live through this and see how I feel.

[mechanicoyote]

“I’ve lived, died, loved and lost. I’ve betrayed and been betrayed, killed and was killed. I was dead inside a long time before my corpse hit the dirt.”

“So forgive me if I’m past givin’ a shit.”

(Rules under the cut!)

Multiship/Multiverse/OC friendly rp sideblog to my main, @dunaskmenuthin, run by TNTpig(25+, she/her, ASD/OCD/anxiety haver) I’ve got 14+ years of writing experience, and I’m excited to get further into the HH/HB writing community! (Discord rping is preferred, but not necessarily required!) -Semi-selective, though not mutuals only. -I usually do multi-paragraph to novella length threads, but I can do shorter form if that’s what we both wanna do. And I don’t need replies to match length, just please give me something to work with. -I don’t do exclusives, I feel it limits the fun I have writing. -General roleplay/thread etiquette apply here- no spamming, no anon hate (unless I do an ask specifically requesting it or our characters are like that with one another), no stalking, no badgering, all that good stuff. This is supposed to be fun, so let’s keep it that way!

-Pretty obvious here, but no P*dos, MAPs, zoophiles, racists, trans/homo/ace-aro/etc-phobics allowed. I don’t have time or energy for creeps(full offense intended there.)

-Mun is 25+, so please don’t interact or follow if you’re under 21- Hazbin Hotel is a show for adults, and I’d feel more comfortable writing with people closer to my own age. Minors and those without their age somewhere easy to read on their blog will be blocked. -I typically will not do sexually NSFW/NSFT/whatever you wanna call it on this blog. If we get to know each other well enough, I may (and thats a BIG may) be open to writing that on my discord, but I make no promises about it. That being said, some suggestive content is just fine. -This blog WILL be dealing with some dark and potentially triggering content, such as murder, cannibalism, death of loved ones, mental instabilities, historical wars, internalized homophobia/bipobia, and Johnny having a bit of a Boomer mindset in general. If any of that is a deal breaker for you, I will not be at all offended if you choose not to interact, we all gotta protect ourselves.

-I don’t have a ton of triggers, though I will not personally write anything graphic about SA or rape, and detailed torture of animals is also something I won’t be writing. And anything to do with: underage/pedophilia, grooming/uncomfortable or illegal age gaps, incest, bestiality or CSA, is a humongous and firm NO. If it’s something mentioned briefly in a characters background/bio to add to their backstory I can probably manage, but I refuse to read or write it PERIOD.

-(updated 3-3-2025) I will NOT interact with Spork/Patch/Shiloh, Loke/Clive/Wards, Curio, Boomsta, or anyone else with a history of consistent abuse/grooming/harassment/defending people who abuse others/other behaviors that affect IRL people negatively. If you heavily interact with the people mentioned here/other people who engage in such behavior, OR if you have the mindset of ‘I’m just here to write and don’t care about the genuine harm people do so long as I can write with them’, then I also think you and I aren’t going to mesh and I honestly don’t want to interact with you.

-I also will NOT write or follow anyone depicting Jesus Christ or God as a muse. I’m a Christian IRL, and those depictions make me extremely uncomfortable and anxious. I don’t want to see it on my dash, and will block/blacklist/unfollow as necessary to curate my own space.

-If you have any triggers in your rules or that you bring up while we write, I will do my utmost to tag them. And if I forget, do not hesitate at all to tell me, and I’ll fix it ASAP!

-With all that being said, feel free to hit me up with an ask or an DM- I’m honestly pretty chill, and I’d love to get to know ya!

[lemonadewine]

A timebomb, time loop AU (inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice)

which basically amounts to friends to lovers and then angst. Which is what most of my fics amount to. but like. fun?

Little excerpt after the cut for those keen on those things. I tag my fics so you can blacklist if this clutters your tags: onemoretime

Ekko was the one she sat on when he annoyed her. The one she wrestled with and argued with. It was nice not to feel like the youngest, just stuck tagging along. The playing field was even when they battled.

And someone was hurting him. 

Powder found an older boy and his friend, the friend had large droopy ears and a sad droopy nose. The guy holding Ekko’s arm behind his back was not very tall but he was dense and moved slowly. Powder watched Droopy look through Ekko’s bag.

“There’s nothing good here, Dekker, let him go.”

“No. Keep looking, he has something, I know he does.”

“No,” Powder said, coming out from her vantage point, hearing Vi scream in her ear no. no. don’t do that. just stay hidden. i’ll take care of it. “He doesn’t have anything, Benzo doesn’t give him anything good to carry, he’s really stupid.”

“Shut up, Powder,” Ekko said, “What are you doing? Go away.”

But his arm was being twisted at such a weird angle. And Vi also told her, we don’t leave people behind, powder, okay? you never leave someone behind.

Powder’s heart began to pound when Dekker told Droopy to get her. Just to put her somewhere where she wouldn’t be a problem. Check her bag too. But Droopy was less enthusiastic about intimidating children. Power wasn’t a child anymore, though. She was twelve. And twelve meant she was old enough. For what? Hard to tell, it was just… old enough. The two boys weren’t much older, fourteen… maybe fifteen? 

“Look, we won’t hurt your friend-”

“You’re already hurting my friend,” Powder snapped, “And Vander is going to kill you. If my sister doesn’t… and she will.”

Power did begin to panic here, just a little bit. Because Vander wasn’t coming, Vi wasn’t coming, and she could only bluff for so long. The boys both stiffened at Vander’s name but that wasn’t the same thing as stopping. Now Dekker was holding Ekko down but he was also looking at her. So she caught Ekko’s disapproving eyes. Tried to think. 

“I could scream,” Powder said, “That will bring them both here really fast. Do you want me to do that? You could lose a couple teeth for the low, low price of some copper wire and broken Piltover garbage?”

“Don’t scream,” Ekko managed to say and Powder shot him a look but he sounded weird, “He’s going to kill them. They don’t understand. You know how Vander is.”

Powder skirted the wall, trying to come a little closer to Ekko without startling the two boys, now watching her uncertainly, “He has these metal gauntlets, and he just sort of… picks them up,” she bent her knees and did a tiny movement that somehow conveyed slipping her hands into something and it being very heavy when she lifted them, “like they weight nothing. And they don’t. For him. But teeth-” she tapped her front tooth, “Cheekbones… jaws… they tend to be a little more delicate. Mandibles, in particular… ” it was a new word and she said it like she liked it, her next two steps to Ekko almost had a swagger, “I don’t think copper is meant for wiring jaws shut, but if that’s all you got, then that’s all you got, you know?”

“Shut her up,” said Dekker, his fear making him angry.

“Run,” Ekko said, his fear making him brave.

“Don’t fight and we won’t hurt you-” Droopy said, his fear making him hesitate. 

“Watch your jaw,” Powder said, her fear making her incredibly, incredibly stupid. She swung her backpack, filled as it was monkeys and mice and chomping things, wrenches and bolts and yes, wires. She swung it with all the force of a twelve year old girl who was incredibly frightened. And then she grabbed her pliers from her pocket, the ones with Ekko’s name circled even though they should have her own name, and she dove for Ekko. 

Powder had done two things that Vi wouldn’t like. One, she joined a fight she couldn’t finish and two, she blocked her own exit. You could do one and be okay, you couldn’t do both. But Ekko was there and Dekker was watching her, his hands were lighter on him , and Ekko could be slippery. She could be quick. As soon as Ekko could run, they would run. 

But one backpack wielded by scrawny arms was never going to be enough, it knocked Droopy flat, he got up quickly. And he did not appreciate being hit in the face with a bunch of shit. 

[simpystarrr]

Introduction post!

I go by Simpy, but you can call me Sam if we’re close! I’m an aspiring multimedia artist who’s currently hyperfixated on Murder Drones! I also write occasionally. You can find my work on AO3. I make a lot of OCs for the fandoms I’m in and love talking about them whenever I get the opportunity to.

Check out my straw page for all my socials or if you wanna leave a silly doodle!

Fandoms I’m in

Murder Drones

SCP Foundation

Steven Universe

Undertale

FAQ

Do you take commissions?

I currently do not take cash commissions at this time due to being a minor and not being able to use payment apps. However, I do take robux commissions. If you have no way to pay, I do take art trades, which I enjoy! Art trade rules will be in the boundary section of this post.

More info on art trades: If you can’t draw, that’s fine. You can write for me if you want, I prefer that over AI!

Can I draw your OC?

Yes, you are free to draw any of my characters! You do not need to ask! I do have some boundaries I'll list here. I don't want NSFW of my OCs ever!!! Aside from that, you're free to do whatever!

If you want to include my OCs in your writing, l'd prefer you ask me directly first so we can discuss (unless it's a gift for me ).

Do you roleplay?

I mostly get asked this on discord and amino but l'll put it here too. I do roleplay! In fact, I love roleplaying with people! I prefer discord rp but tumbir is fine too.

Art trade rules

If you are busy or life stuff gets in the way, PLEASE LET ME KNOW! Ghosting will lead to possible blocking and blacklisting.

Do not ask me to draw NSFW.

DO NOT RUSH ME! I HAVE A LIFE OUTSIDE OF DRAWING AND SOCIAL MEDIA!

DO NOT GIVE ME AI “”ART””!!! IT WILL RESULT IN INSTANT BLACKLISTING!

BYI (before you interact)/boundaries

You're free to DM me whenever, but l'm more likely to respond to friends/ mutuals sooner.

I am neurodivergent, so keep that in mind when conversing with me. I apologize in advance if I sound rude when talking to you. It is not my intention.

I sometimes make slightly suggestive or dark jokes. I’ll stop if you want me too :)

I check the accounts of everyone who follows or DMs me.

Please do not send me NSFW images or posts.

I am fine with gore ART, not irl gore!

I’m comfortable with most sensitive topics but would prefer if you ask me before bringing them up.

DNI (DO NOT INTERACT)

Proshippers (or if you support problematic ships like abuser x victim, sibling x sibling, parent x child, etc.)

Homophobes, transphobes, ableists, racists, or any other bigots

AI “”art”” makers or NFT bros. Get out.