#( <<< because i need a tag to keep track of these )

[maeshoneyles]

trophy

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

wc: 3.1k

tags: 18+!!!! smut, sugar mommy alexia, mafia alexia, fingering (r receiving), mirror sex, cunnilingus (r receiving), alexia grinding on r, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness but the good kind, alexia threatens a guy, aftercare and fluff at the end

a/n: i love a good sugar mommy alexia dynamic and the mafia just adds the perfect touch to me lol hope you enjoy!

The restaurant felt like somewhere the characters from Succession would eat, which honestly probably wasn’t too far off. Alexia was across the small table, eyes darting across a wine menu like she was deciphering some ancient cipher instead. Her brow had certain quirk to it, her forehead wrinkled just so as she read through the list of foreign reds and whites. The soft candlelight only accentuated her soft features as you sat there, staring, unabashedly, like nothing else in the world mattered. At that moment, it didn’t. 

“Where did you say we were going after this, baby?”

“An event.” She said quickly, not looking up from the list.

“Do I get any more detail than that?” you said, batting your eyelashes in that way that always pissed Alexia off. Of course, it only made her mad because it made her melt for you.

“Stop that, and no. I told you everything you need to know.”

“All you said was to stay as close to you as possible, stay quiet, and look pretty.”

“Exactly, that is all you need to know.”

You sat back in your seat with a sigh and continued watching. The fabric of your dress was tight, but not too tight. The shoes were silver, and you honestly could not remember if this was a pair studded with real diamonds or not. You had too many too keep track. The necklace, though, those were definitely real. You remember Alexia coming home with the box on a random Wednesday a few months ago, almost giving you a heart attack in the living room when you saw the exquisite piece.

Alexia ordered the wine and the food, as usual. She liked to do everything short of actually chewing your food for you like a mama bird. And honestly, you wouldn’t put it past her. 

You really had no idea what you ate—there was no point wasting energy on even looking at the menu when Alexia decided everything. Not that you minded, of course. One less decision for you to make. You told her about your day, your internship, your coworker who had bought you coffee twice this week, and yeah, had you brought that up just to see her jaw clench and her pupils dilate? Maybe. “Princesa, you know you don’t have to work that silly job, right? If this man is bothering you…”

“Yes baby, I know. You’ve told me a million times. But I want to, okay? I would go crazy sitting at home all day waiting for you. And I promise he is not a big deal. He doesn’t matter. Don’t do anything stupid on his account, ‘kay?”

“Mmm…I make no promises when it comes to you.”

“Ale…” You smirked. Alexia flashed back her wolfish smile that never failed to make you squirm in your seat. God this meeting or event or whatever better not take too long. Maybe I can convince her to leave early.

Dinner was comfortable and quick, just the precursor to the rest of the evening.

“Come, the car is outside,” Alexia’s hand found it’s place at the small of your back, leading you through the dimly-lit restaurant, out into the crisp night air, and into the back of the unassuming black car she had hired. You couldn’t remember the last time you had driven anywhere. Would you even remember how if given the opportunity? You didn’t waste too much time on the thought, brought back to reality quickly by Alexia’s hand squeezing your thigh. “Remember princesa, stay close and quiet. Don’t move out of my sight. Let everyone drool over you and make sure they know who you go home with,” she husked.

“Is that it? I’m here so you can show me off on your arm and make these assholes jealous?” you smirked.

Alexia gave me an unimpressed look and sighed. “Don’t- I’m not-”

I chuckled, shutting her up with a kiss. “Shut up. I love when you show me off, I love being your trophy”

“I don’t want you to think that’s all I see you as.”

“Ale, I know. You love me,” you smirked, lips just millimeters from hers.

“Brat.”

“You loveee me,” you sing-songed, playfully pecking her lips over and over again, your lipstick tinting her lips in a soft pink that just made you want to keep going and going.

The black car pulled up to what looked to be some kind of event center or hotel, again, you couldn’t bother yourself with the details when you knew Alexia would take care of everything.

The security guard escorted us in, not hesitating to lower his head in respect when he saw Alexia. You clocked her facial expression as you both strutted into the event, the subtle changes to her posture, her eyes darkening, her jaw clenching in the same way it did earlier. You felt her energy shift from the car to now; this was no longer your Ale, your wife, your love. No, this was Alexia Putellas. This was La Reina. Everyone knew not to mess with her or they should face the consequences. You were grateful to be on her arm and not a face in the crowd. Even in a room of potential danger, you felt as safe as you could by her side.

The next several hours were a blur of Alexia talking to various associates about god-knows-what. Honestly, you were just focused on her. The feeling that was buzzing underneath your skin, combined with the several drinks Alexia had gotten you from the bar, was begging to get out of that stuffy room and back home. “Ale,” you whispered in between conversations.

“Yes, carinyo?”

“How much longer do we have to stay?” You batted your eyelashes, giving your best pouty look that you knew she could never resist.

You saw the mask slip, her tough exterior fade for just a moment. “Not long, I promise. Stop it with the eyes, brat.”

I smirked in victory and leaned my head onto her shoulder as she led us away to another man she needed to converse with. Only a short while later, I felt an unfamiliar touch on my shoulder. Flinching further into Alexia, I looked up to see a man in a suit looking down at me with hungry eyes. “Quién es esta linda chica, Putellas?” he said, his voice slimy and sending shivers down my spine.

“Aléjate de ella antes de que te corte la garganta, Javier,” Alexia said, low and full of anger. She tugged you closer to her.

“Veo que la reina tiene una mascota ahora?”

Alexia took a deep breath before speaking again. “Podría matarte aquí mismo, y nadie vendría corriendo a por ti. Cuida tus palabras.”

Your Spanish wasn’t perfect, far from it, but you knew enough to know the gist of what was going on. And you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the specifics of how she was threatening that man, anyway. Once she was done her threat, she dragged both of you away to the entrance, already on the phone with the driver, making demands in rapid Catalan.

You didn’t dare speak until the driver safely deposited us at Alexia’s house. “Are you okay, Ale?” you said softly, almost worried she would explode again.

“Yes, princesa. I despise those men, every one of them. Even the thought that one of them would make you uncomfortable, let alone touch you, fills me with rage. I needed to leave before I did something I would regret doing in front of you.”

You clocked her choice of words immediately. In front of you. She would have killed that man like he was an ant in the blink of an eye if you were not watching, you were sure of it. The thought that she was willing to do such a thing in the name of protecting you filled you with heat. 

“I’m okay, baby, I promise. Thank you for protecting me. I loved seeing you in your element tonight, by the way.”

“Yeah? You liked that? Liked seeing me boss everyone else around for a change? Not just you?” Alexia’s hands were all over you, running over the smooth silk of your dress.

“Mhm…loved seeing everyone scared of you..” Alexia’s lips were barely a breath away from yours, ghosting over them to tease you.

“Everyone there was staring at you, mi vida. I could tell. They all wanted you. But you come home with me? Don’t you?” she whispered against your skin.

“Y-yes…’m yours..” Alexia’s smirk came back, stopping for a moment before her grip on your waist tightened and her lips moved to attack your neck. “Fuck, Ale. Mark me, please.”

Alexia groaned against your neck as she sucked a bruise to the spot below your ear that made you squirm in her hold.

“Ale, please. Please- bed,” you moaned out after what felt like a lifetime of Alexia biting and sucking at your neck and collarbones.

“What? Your little pussy can’t handle a little kissing? You need more of me?”

“Y-yes! Yes baby, I need more.”

Without a word, Alexia scooped me into her arms and carried me into the large master bedroom, placing you down in front of the dresser and large mirror that sat on top of it. Alexia stood behind you and softly kissed the back of your neck as she took off your jewelry. Her large hands ran down the back of your legs as she knelt down to undo the buckles of your heels. Her fingers grasped the zipper at the top of the dress and paused. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, princesa.”

You whimpered softly, bracing yourself on the dresser with my forearms as Alexia freed your body from the sleeveless black silk. The dress puddled around your ankles on the hardwood floor, leaving you in nothing but the red lace panties Alexia had picked out for you hours ago. “Every time I am amazed at how beautiful you are, darling. So perfect, and all mine.”

“Yours.” You gasped out at Alexia’s hands began wandering, wrapping around your front to softly knead your breasts. She dragged her fingertips lightly around your nipples, the feather-light touch on the hardened buds making you squirm. You watched her hands work like magic against your body in the mirror. You could feel you wetness gathering between your thighs, desperation growing. You were always desperate for Alexia, but how could you blame yourself? 

You resisted. Resisted the urge to let you head fall forward and eyes flutter closed in ecstasy. Resisted the urge to push your hips back into Alexia’s, silently begging. Resisted the urge to slip your own hand between your legs and get some kind of relief.

“All this,” she spoke in your ear as she lazily dragged her hands around your chest, back, stomach, and thighs, “is mine.”

“Yes..yes it’s yours. All yours. Alexia please.”

“Do you need more, carinyo?”

“Yes. Please.”

Her hands drifted down to your hips and toyed with the waistband of your panties for what felt like an eternity. You squirmed and whined, dropping your head to hang between your arms, the feeling of need becoming close to too much. You immediately felt one of Alexia’s hands snap up and tangle itself in your hair, yanking hard forcing your head back up, forcing you to make eye contact with yourself. The sharp prickles of pain from your scalp sent sparks straight to your core. You moaned, and Alexia tightened her grip.

“If you want me to touch you, watch. I won’t ask again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Ale please.”

“Shhh…I’m gonna take care of you. Just keep those pretty eyes up there.” You managed a nod and a whine as her hands released your hair and returned to your hips, one of them snaking around to feel through the thin fabric convering your pussy. She hummed in satisfaction at the wetness she found there. “What is this, princesa? All for me, hm?”

At this point you didn’t have words, turned on beyond belief and using every ounce of self-control to keep your eyes where she wanted them. Another sharp tung on your hair had you gasping into the suddenly too-hot air of your bedroom. “Words, mi vida.”

“Y-yes! Yes, it’s all for you Alexia!” you choked out. She took her time, gliding her fingertips through your silky folds like she was mapping them out in her mind even though you both knew she already had it memorized like the back of her own hand. The rough pad of her thumb made sudden, rough contact with your clit, causing you to gasp and buck your hips back towards the source of your pleasure. Your high was building quickly, the tension coiling in your lower stomach and threatening to break in what should be considered an embarrassingly short amount of time. “A-Ale..Ale I’m gonna-”

“Not until I give you permission, remember?” You glanced behind you in the mirror to see Alexia’s biting smirk looking down at you. You whimpered but nodded your head, biting your tongue until you tasted copper to try and starve off the climax begging to overtake your body. The visual stimulation of seeing yourself, seeing the desperation and pleasure in your eyes as Alexia played your body like she was in an orchestra kept you dangerously close to the edge. Alexia’s thumb slowed it’s circles around your clit and her middle and index finger were inside you before you could even whine in protest. “I love feeling you squeeze around me carinyo. Who’s pussy is this? Hm?”

“Y-yours! Yours, yours, yours!”

The uncontrollable facial expressions you watched yourself make were downright sinful. Alexia’s words, low and husked and laced with the Catalan accent that made you weak in the knees in a normal atmosphere, only added to the growing mess between your legs when combined with the current context.

“That’s it, baby. Watch yourself fall apart. Watch how you give yourself to me. God, you look so perfect like this, don’t you think? I should just keep you like all the time, dripping and begging for me. Would you like that? My perfect, slutty, little toy for whenever I want?”

All you could do was whimper and nod as Alexia’s talented fingers hammered against all of your most sensitive spots.

“Alexia-! I need- needa’..please” you babbled incoherent nonsense as Alexia pushed you just to edge and kept you dangled there for what seemed like decades. Tears filled your eyes, falling down your flushed cheeks as you blinked them out to regain your vision.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off the mirror. Watch your perfect eyes when you come for me,” Alexia hissed against the shell of your ear, attacking your neck in bites as she finally pushed you over the edge. The sounds that ripped from your throat were completely feral and animalistic. Alexia continued her movements, not stopping until you were writhing from the overstimulation. Your head dropped onto the dresser as you attempted to catch your breath. But Alexia, obviously, was not done. Her strong hands wrapped around your hips and dragged you over the bed, laying you down and knocking your legs open. You swore you could see her mouth watering, even through your post-orgasm haze that hadn’t even begun to fade, your heart still racing and your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. 

“So good for me, watching yourself like that, coming so hard for me. Let me clean my girl up, and then you can help me out, okay?” You only nodded and took a deep breath. Alexia’s soft lips kissed your pussy, still sensitive and slightly raw from before. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” you could feel the smirk against your skin and knew she wasn’t being entirely truthful, but you couldn’t find it to mind.

Alexia lapped gently at the arousal pooled in your folds, drinking it up like she had been craving it for weeks. She focused the tip of her tongue on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you and your hips to buck up. Not one to allow you any kind of control, she tossed your legs over her shoulders and linked her fingers over your stomach, effectively trapping you exactly where she wanted you. 

She alternated between sucking on your clit, fucking you with her tongue, and flattening her tongue against your folds, slowly building your arousal again until you were a shaking mess beneath her. “Ale-!”

“Shh, you’ve been good tonight. Come when you feel it.”

“Mmm- thank you thank you-“

You babbled out thanks and nonsense as another wave of your arousal flooded her mouth. She drank it up with no complaint and moved up to kiss you, your slick still coating her mouth and chin. You moaned, tasting yourself on her. 

She slid her hips up until her bare cunt was rested against your abdomen. She used your gasp as an opportunity to slide her tongue into your mouth as she grinded her soaked pussy along your abdominal muscles. You loved being used by her like this, even after two orgasms it sent sparks straight to your core.

Unsurprisingly, Alexia came fast after getting to toy with you for so long. She collapsed onto the sheets beside you, fingers coming up to trail imaginary paths along your side. “You okay, amor?”

“More than okay,” you hummed, turning you body to tuck your face into her neck and cuddle into her side.

“Good. You want a bath?”

“Only if you get in with me.”

“Brat. Deal..” Alexia smirked and moved gingerly up from the bed, taking your hand and supporting most of your weight on the way to the bathroom. She ran the bath with the utmost care, triple-checking the water temperature and that she had the scent that you preferred in the soap. Although you really didn’t care about all that, as long as you were in a warm bath, back pressed against Alexia’s chest, you would be content.

You sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of the hot water on your over exerted muscles. Alexia slid in behind you, carefully holding you against her chest with her strong arms. Your head leaned back to her shoulder and her lips pressed against your temple gently. 

After some time soaking in the bathtub, Alexia spoke, her voice miles away from the confident and powerful woman that had stepped into the event hours ago or fucked you to tears just minutes ago. “I’m sorry that man made you uncomfortable. I should have been keeping a better eye on you, and on everyone else.”

“Not your fault Ale, it’s okay. Don’t tell me what you said to him after though, okay?”

“That was the plan mi vida. I love you.”

“I love you more. Every version of you.”

[marvelrivalsplayer69420]

Frank Castle x autistic! reader

a\n: i prommy im making a version of this for daredevil & gambit! therye in the works, its just that this one for Frank turned out SO LONG lmfao

tags: gender neutral reader, autistic reader, harmful stims so technically self-harm warning.

you’d have to explain a lot of stuff to Frank, but he’ll try his best to understand you. once he knows more, he, like usual with anything that you might struggle with from time to time, is ride or die and willing to accommodate you in any way he can. he’s looking up stuff constantly in the beginning, his mind open to learning how yours works.

he will happily listen to you rant about anything you’re interested in and he finds himself smiling at your passion for it. he also loves the useless information you’ve picked up and always gives you a little praise about it if he knows others might’ve brushed it off or said it was weird to know.

“I love the way your mind works, doll. You always got somethin’ interesting to say that I never heard or thought about.”

he’s not a picky eater, so he’s perfectly content to eat whatever you eat, though he’s trying to get you to have more nutrients in your diet. also, he won’t switch completely on milk. the man loves his cow milk for some reason. he’ll definitely still buy you whatever milk you may drink, but he’s not going to be fully satisfied with just almond or oat milk. but he will indulge in a cup or two of it every so once in a while when you’re not looking just to try and see why you enjoy it.

if you’re like me and you do not eat enough protein but love pasta and rice and bread, Frank is going to be trying so hard to get some meat or vegetables in the meals that you like. even if it means sneaking them in in a way you can’t taste or feel in the texture.

he’s always keeping track of how you like certain foods— you like your potatoes mashed instead of baked? he’s never baking them again when he’s cooking for you, but he will probably bake a potato for himself because he likes them that way.

he loves hearing or seeing you stim when you're happy. nothing cheers him up more than a big smile on your face and your flapping hands. he’s always listening for your vocal stims when you walk around the house so he knows vaguely where you are most of the time.

if you have harmful stims, he's always trying to redirect them. if he can't and you manage to get bruises, cuts, or scratches on yourself, he's going to take care of you. he's putting ointment and bandaids on your cuts and soothing your bruises and scratches with cold packs. and kisses and hugs. but on the inside he's devastated that you'd hurt yourself and is always looking for ways to prevent it from happening again.

if he knows you’ve been stressed recently, he looks over your body as if searching for any signs of negative stimming along with keeping up on taking care of the ones he knows about. regardless of if theres new ones, he spoils you and tries to take care of all of your needs because he just likes to do that for you.

each time he sees a new little mark or scratch or bruise he’s suspicious of it and once you tell him it was from stimming he moves to rub the affected area and give you a little kiss, trying to comfort you and make you feel unashamed. he still takes it very seriously and keeps track of all the marks.

he carries around a little bag of stuff for you when you go out. it's got some nutritious snacks, bandaids, multiple pairs of noise-cancelling earbuds, a bunch of stim toys, and a notepad. more on that later.

he’s stocked up on stim toys and keeps around the ones you like best, carrying them around with him in public and giving you them when he doesn’t want you chewing on your nails or picking at yourself.

“Hey, watch the nails, sweetheart.” He says, moving a hand over to grab yours, squeezing you comfortingly and slowly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

if you get really upset or overstimulated, Frank will try his best to calm you down, asking what’s wrong and listening hard, getting you whatever you need that’ll help you. once you start calming down, he might just grab you and press you into a hug if he knows it relaxes you. one hand on your back pushing you gently against him, his arm wrapped around you as he delivers a nice deep-pressure hug and holds you in it for as long as you want.

speaking of deep-pressure, he will gently hold you down on the bed using his weight and let your head hang off the edge of the bed. he makes sure he doesnt use too much of his strength and checks in every minute or so while you talk his ear off.

the second you tell him what a sensory swing is and show it to him expressing desire for it, he’s determined to give you one. he inspects the whole damn house to find the best place for it and installs it himself with a lot of reinforcement to make damn sure it wont fall no matter your size. he loves watching you sit in it and likes a bit of roughhousing where he pushes it around and catches it. sometimes he’ll take you to the sensory swing to plop you inside of it.

he loves weighted blankets. he doesn’t seem like the type, but a weighted blanket can actually make Frank feel a little more at ease. he comes to really love weighted blankets and makes sure there’s multiple in the house. he also takes care of washing them since he can lift them really easily and he doesnt want you to have to do any heavy lifting.

[8-evil-annoying-catboys]

ok, here we fuckin go again. hi, i’m in need. i’m unemployed, fighting the shitty job market, disabled, trans, latine, and bi. i really need help. i’m $400 short for rent again, if not more, and that’s without factoring in bills. realistically, i’m probably closer to $500 or even $600 short. i was only able to make rent last month because some angel sent me $400 literally the day before rent was due, and i have a little left over from that and doordashing (but i don’t have a car—i was borrowing someone else’s while she was on vacation, and she’s back now, so i can’t rely on doordash this month).

my venmo is catboycecil8 and you can dm me for paypal or zelle, if you have anything to spare for a queer fighting to survive. i know everyone is in need rn, so obviously i hold nothing against anyone who can’t donate, but i would appreciate it a lot if you can share this post to reach people who can.

i’m trying to get a job, but my prospects have been dry or slow-moving at best, so i’m posting this earlier in the month than last time and im not turning off reblogs on this if i hit my needs for the month this time. i’ll only end up making a new post in the near future if this one loses traction before i’m employed again and on the right track. anything i receive more than my immediate needs will go towards next month’s needs, better care for my cat and my bf’s dog, and other important crap like that. thanks for reading

like before, i’m tagging @sharkgirldick and @daughter-of-sapph0 for hopes of a kickstart to this. thank you both so much for help with that in the past—and, in vanya’s case, for being super supportive and kind to me all the time; having your love and support has helped keep me sane in these trying times. and having more eyes on these posts i keep having to make has materially helped and literally straight up saved my ass last month, so… thank you for helping me keep it together 💜

[zmediaoutlet]

fic: repossession

pairing: Sam/Dean rating: E length: 23k tags: Post-Season/Series 08 AU; Episode: s08e23 Sacrifice (Supernatural); Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; First Time; first time in a long time; Past Underage

summary: Sam's stopped from making the ultimate sacrifice, just in time. With the angels locked safe in heaven, Castiel's able to heal most of the damage to Sam's body. Dean has to do what he can with the rest.

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Dean stumbles under Sam's weight, which is stupid with all the mass Sam's been losing the last few months but then again, it's Sam. The car's not far from the church door but Sam's all uncoordinated sprawling limbs and his breath sour-sweet against Dean's neck and his skin hotter than the worst fever Dean's nursed him through, when he scorched to the touch and he looked at Dean like Dean was the last thing he'd ever see and he wasn't sure if that was fair, in the final accounting of things. Dean doesn't blame him but he does need Sam to—"Put one foot in front of—there we go, Sammy, there we go," he says, staggering them all the way to the car, but apparently that was the last fume left in Sam's tank and they collapse down against the sidepanel, Sam making this horrible whining rattle in his chest and his pulse going so bumpily fast Dean can't track it. He grabs Sam's head in both hands. Sam's rolling eyes focus, for a few seconds at least, right on his, and Sam says Dean in this thin shredded voice and he says I meant and he says I wanted to, and Dean shushes him and pets his hair back from his face and smears sweat and tears across his temples and he holds Sam's jaw up, keeps him steady, because the alternative is—not to be borne. Dean won't have it. Not after all they'd promised.

Crackle of ozone. Thunder in the air, wingbeats at the edge of Dean's hearing—like a lightning storm stretching across every horizon but not quite here. A hand on his shoulder. "Dean," he hears, but he's watching Sam's face. Sam, staring wet and shocked, this time like Dean's the last thing he expects to see. Until he faints, head tipping abruptly back against Dean's grip and banging on the car, and Dean says his name breathless and then says it loud, and then he hears, again, "Dean," and he looks up and there's Castiel, blood spilled all over his coat and his face hard and his eyes strange. Dean slides his hand up to cushion Sam's head against the car. "We have to go," Castiel says, but they can't go. Sam's sick. Sam thought the worst possible thing and Dean has to make sure he understands what's true, but if his brain's boiling in his skull and he's bleeding inside how can they— "Okay," Castiel says, irritated, "fine," and then they—

(read on AO3)

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[crabsnpersimmons]

an update on the crazy idea i mentioned: i have started on the paper prototype

+chopsticks

+lazy susan

+little gremlin helper? (he's more of a distraction, he keeps giggling and creeping about and asking me what makes me so special?)

the tl;dr: i had the crazy idea of making a small model carousel to display my DCA pins on. and since i'm having a bit of an artblock, this will provide a good break for me.

also apologies for the delay on replying to asks! you're all so sweet and your messages always brighten my day. i will get to you as soon as i can! i'm just arting a little slower as of late :')

longer explanation under the cut

so i ordered the youtooz dca pins because i earn adult money now and this is what i choose to spend that adult money on. and i realized i'm probably not gonna wear them because i'd be too scared of losing them, but i also don't wanna just put them in a box or frame them (some are bobble-headed and some dangle! i gotta let them move yknow?)

then this crazy idea came to mind... what if i made a tiny model carousel to display the pins on? that way they're displayed safely, but they are free to move around and be played with and i can remove them if i ever DO feel comfortable wearing them out. and if i ever get more DCA pins or keychains (like fan merch yknow 😍) then i can always add another "tier" to the carousel and make it taller. or i can mix and match what goes on the carousel. i also already have a lazy susan (i bought a pack of them from amazon for my spices and sauces) so, i could just put the model on it to make it spin (so i don't even need to make the spinning base!)

so yeah, this is going to be occupying my time and brain for the next couple of days (i'm somewhat going through a bit of an artblock too, so this will help me take a little break)

[phonification]

old homestuckisms i never crossposted here .. whoopsies

[nabaath-areng]

I have way too many alts that I keep to myself (which is why I generally refrain from posting them), but I'm going to ignore that habit for a moment just because I'm feeling particularly insane about this guy.

[sforzesco]

I was reading a footnote to Themistius' Brotherly Love Oration and ended up doing a quick painting of Seleucus II Callinicus while looking all these people up

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / tip jar!

[vaguely-concerned]

ingellvar must have so many strange off-putting little personal habits in their day to day life that they don't even realize come across as weird, especially if they haven't ever dated outside of the watchers much. in rye's specific case I think lucanis has a capacity for such immaculate 'sure my life is already so fucking weird this might as well happen' energy that I believe he'd be able to roll with the punches admirably given the time, but it really would be a situation like

(what was going on there was that rook was placing down some experimental wards, by the way, it's what he does to calm down before bed and if he wakes during the night. what with the necropolis itself being a liminal space of lf sorts on a cosmic scale, watchers take the additional liminal space between wakefulness and dreaming extremely seriously b/c they know there are things drifting through that would just love to get their foot/tentacle/conceptual spores in that particular half-ajar door that should not be allowed inside. or outside, I suppose, depending on your point of view. rook and lucanis are also experimenting with whether solid wards can help any with lucanis' weird post-spite dreams even if they can't do anything for the more mundane ptsd ones. third reason because in my worldstate they still live in the lighthouse after the game: unless gently dissuaded wisps will sometimes drift by while you're asleep and hover over your face curiously as they sense your mind doing stuff in the fade, and no one likes waking up on an eldritch sneeze with a well-meaning yet terrified wisp zooming about the room. important watcher novice 101 lessons.

blessed mental image of rye cross-legged on the floor, barefoot in his PJs with his hair down and no makeup, peaceably tracing out elaborate geometric shapes that somehow make your eyes scared when you look at them* while lucanis sits on the bed and reads out loud to both him and spite and occasionally sneaks some carnal looks at rook's fully unleashed curly hair and bare wrists & throat...... okay I think I've found the thing that will help me through the day thank you for coming on this journey with me)

*what is the paint he's using made out of and why is it such a deeply unsettling colour? don't worry about it! :) patented mostly well-meaning yet also borderline condescending mortalitasi hand wave of 'don't worry your sweet little non-nevarran head about it we both know you don't actually want to know. do not ask questions lest you learn the answers, especially if you're going to be annoying at me and freak out about it. let the things man was not meant to know stay unknown. unknown by you I mean I'm built different'

[ensemblesongs]

⟟ TRIP album directory.

🐝 NA NA NA SUMMER NIGHT BeeAT | -Corner- | Noisy:Beep | Crazy Roulette | RISKY VENUS | Honeycomb Summer | Ariadne At My Fingertips | PARANOIA STREET | Helter-spider | Crazy Anthem | Be the Party Bee! | -Exit- | Thrill Addict | Eyes on me, Hold me tight | Petal's Resolution | Yummy・Tummy・LOVE!!

🐇 *Dream Opening* | Light Spectrum | うさぎの森の音楽会 | Parallel Maze | Love it Love it | FALLIN' LOVE=IT'S WONDERLAND | Sunny Day Sugar Wave | *Happy Closing* | Centre of the theatre | Hopping on the music notes! | SUPER SPACE STAR☆ | Sketch of Me

🎭 Nebula | Foggy Night | Sleeper Mystery Train | =EYE= | Stippling | Secret of Metropolis | Bye-Bye Buddy | No Name Yet | Handcraft | HELLO, NEW YEAR! | CROSS SHINE

🕊 Angelic Grace | Sunlight | Never-ending Stage!!! | Love is Primavera! | The Tempest Night | Ghostic Treat House | Dreaming Ocean | Gloaming | Dawning Angels | Feathers of Ark | Crystal Heart | Wandering Clown | Treasure Memories | Welcome back, dear moment

🌹 -Open the cover- | Library of Blessings | Eternal Weaving | Turn a page | Acanthe | Electronic Labyrinth | Le temps des fleurs | Beautiful Nightingale | -Close the book- | Amor Vincit Omnia | Dreaming Architecture

🃏 DiZZineSs | Black Out See Saw | Kiss of Life | Living on the edge | Distorted Heart | You're speculation | VERMILION | Hysteric Humanoid | Believe 4 leaves | UNDYING HOLY LOVE | Tsubasa Moratorium | SOLID SOUL | I LOVE "LOVE" ♡ | Raise the Velvet | Starlight of Faith

🎧 J△MMinG☆ | Twinkle Aerial Battle | Fighting Dreamer | Love×me⇄monsteR | Turbulent Storm | POLYPHONIC WORLD | Swee2wink Love Letter | ∞AB+DUCT+I→ON∞ | GO-AHEAD SIGNAL | A WAY OF LIGHT

🦇 Tsumi no Soko | Resurrection of Soul | Nightless World | Savage Love Affair | No one knows... | FORBIDDEN RAIN | Sustain Memories | Fiery Scream | SURF ON SMILE | ENGRAVE LIVES | BURNING BODY

🍁 (Yet to release) Fuuga | Ito | Akatsuki Iroha Uta | Natsudori no Uta -Summer Bird- | Gekkou Kitan | Konjiki Senya Yumebutai | Yozora, Saritote Kasasagi wa | ROCK ROAR | Unpredictable Reincarnation | Kurenai Henrei | Uta Seishin Keppuroku

Post will actively be updated...🖋 low quality of certain older uploads to be fixed in due time!

[mossy-doodles85]

In Stars And Time AU Master Post! Known as: Swap Star's In Their Roles In Stars and Their Roles [Tennative Name] AU

AU is owned by Me @Cookieeevee, @anxiousapplepie, and @willbethehero.

The creation of this AU.

Doodle of all the Siffrin's, plus housemainden!Siffrin sitting next to Loop.

Your Siffrin, your Siffrin, your Siffrin, your Siffrin, I'M SIFFRIN!!! You know, that spongebob meme.

Siffrin and family positions.

They forgot housemainden!Siffrin, good thing Loop's here.

Rock.

THE POWER OF ROCCO!!!

I miss my husband. I miss him a lot. {Art not finished}

Flower for you, Loop!

The Change God's favourite!

Cuddles under the favor tree.

Cuddle pile aftermath.

In stars and time: mass attack!

CHANGE GOD JUMP SCARE! ! !

Silent comfort. {Animation!}

All the Siffrin's side by side. {I just put the link here to help me out cuz I can never get their sleeves right. Fr I have to look around at other art to make sure I got them right. QwQ}

[stygiansauce]

Hi again, Sauce, darling!

Thank you for your kind words! I was poking my brain, and apparently your label in my head is just “Sauce, darling” so that’s my nickname for you now, I suppose!

I adore heels because of the height they add. Do they mess up my feet and threaten my ankles? Absolutely, but they are so worth it! I would have more heeled shoes, if I could find them and afford them. Alas, size 11 shoes are neither easy to find nor cheap.

The car seat makes me jealous. I can and will fall asleep in cars when I’m not the driver but it doesn’t mean it’s comfortable!

MOE keeps calling me, begging for a fine tooth comb reading, but I promised myself that I would wait until chapter five, so wait I will. (Do not take this as pressure for chapter five. Chapter five is taking its own time to come, and it will be all the sweeter for the wait and the anticipation.) Your posts about writing are helping me to grit my teeth and work on my own tales. Unfortunately none of my fanfiction, just my original story which is fighting me every single step. So I feel you on chapter five.

All this to say, I’m so flattered that you consider me a mutual. Here is my tiny teacup, it is overflowing with joy. Wishing you all the best with MOE and Crossing Sticks! You got this! You can wrangle those Ranchers! (Pats them firmly on the heads, “You two behave for Sauce now!”)

~Elen 🍠

Elen, my love!

I am so incredibly excited for your MoE read through, it's going to rock my world to peices and I'm going to die and ascend at the same time. I am not....rushing? persay? on chapter five, but I do have an offical deadline that I've set because I'm getting itchy about three months no chapter. It certainly doesn't help that sports au summer has a death grip on me and I'm trying to write the next sticks one shot at the same time.

The issue is that the next sticks shot is ALSO biting me when I try to feed it <3. Something about the pov and the way I'm trying to set up backstory is just noooooooooot flowing. the words are there but the flow of sentences and dialog is not. Either way, I am using the last dredges of my free time to make BOTH happen before I loose my marbles. With the new life series dropping soon too, I fear my time will be consumed entirely by Mr. Solidarity. Poor Mr.sauce, who does not favor Jimmy and would very much rather I watch Bdubs pov again because "his voice is nice"

Orginal work you say??? This is me perking up like a dog (The more I speak the more I realize Hybbat is right (Hybbat is always right) I am simply my pfp. I am 3 feet tall and I sleep on peoples feet.) I would LOVE to hear more about this if you're intrested in talking about it online. I'm very keen on popping into your ask box so you have a place to chat about it. I love supporting orginal works, I'm Kit's second biggest enabler about them.

Because it's fighting you, let me offer some unsolicited advice from my friend circle. Handwrite your work for a little. I wish I was joking but I'm not it reallllly works. I've been hand writing MoE 5 and then typing it up after the fact, it helps the flow TONS. I'm not sure if it's the act of writing it down or maybe its because you have to slow your brain a little to hand write. whatever it is, it works. I hope that helps your story stop fighting you. sending you love <3

[cosmogyros]

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[thegreatyin]

How did you manage to handle not one, but FOUR separate accounts in fl? I recently made the account for my HD little guy but having to do the tutorial again just seems miserable

there's... weirdly several answers to that question, actually??

a HUGE part of it is due to the way FL is structured. the 10-minute action timer is a core part of the game on a fundamental level, and the fact that i can very easily run out of stuff to do on one character and thus have an excuse to quickly and easily swap to another is just... convenient? satisfying? i'm not entirely sure how to explain it. the fact that i can make progress even while i am fundamentally simultaneously Not Making Progress is like pure dopamine for my freak insane awful little brain. there's just something really pleasing about spending all of my actions pursuing The Goal Of The Day™ on one account before casually swapping to another and doing the same without feeling like i'm wasting time or acting to the first account's explicit detriment. the downtime helps! the recharge time helps! the structure really really works!!

i'm technically only actively playing three, maybe two accounts minimum. the only reason the fourth (the one that'll be my future BaL playthrough) currently exists at all is so i can get his earlygame completely out of the way now and not have to waste time running through it all later, when what i actually want to do is play the ambition i've made myself wait a full year to play. and also getting free goodies as seasonal stuff happens,, something something surprise tools to help us later. the only two accounts i'd say i'm really "actively playing" at the moment are caeru and lark- and of the two, lark takes the most priority, since his ambition is the one i'm currently pursuing in earnest. for a couple months now- despite being My Main FL Character- the scoundrel has actually been pretty inactive on a gameplay front outside of the occasional progression in TLC and discordance content. purely by virtue of having Very little left to do outside of Very long-term grinds and vanities. they're in their "now what?" "now you can start playing the game" era. they've graduated to previous protagonist background cameo in a sequel anime series. they're like the yin FLPC equivalent of red at the top of mount silver. they're Literally just vibing rn. i only keep posting about them regardless because i'm insane and i will never ever ever ever ever let that bat go. but yeah, big TLDR, outside of doing the bare minimum to keep making waves/notability up every week, i'm not actually spending that much time on accounts i'm not currently actively interested in playing. and that accounts for way more gaming spoons than you might think.

i have a virtually lifelong history of playing MMOs, especially and specifically world of warcraft. i was born in the endless grind for useless video game pixel vanities and/or bragging rights. molded by it. you all have merely adapted to doing the same piece of content a pointlessly excessive amount of times for literally no reason besides whimsy and folly. me? i've done my time. i've served my sentence. i've spent weeks doing the original burning crusade netherwing dailies. i've devoted days to running praetorium over and over and over again, back-to-back, nonstop, long before square enix cut it in half and made it NOT take at minimum an hour and a half per run. i've perfected my silverwastes + auric basin goldfarming strategies. i've (almost) crafted dragonwrath tarecgosa's rest. i've killed the sha of anger so many times its dying scream of agony is embedded into the very fabric of my being. ""only"" doing making your name content four times over? that is nothing to me. it means nothing to me. it is so infinitesimal i can do the persuasive seduction quests in my sleep. it's not a matter of handling misery, or having the capacity, or even sighing as i remember the brass embassy raid segment of the watchful questline seriously i don't know why i keep forgetting that exists or what even is my problem with it i just am so consistently mildly inconvenienced by it and its highly specific resource requirements and it is the worst thing ever. maybe i'm just so used to the scoundrel's near-infinite money and troves of disposable items that i've completely forgotten what being poor is like. despite having done that step 3 fucking times now. ahem. anyway. i have transcended the feeble mortal bindings of my resistant-to-grinding flesh and ascended to a higher plane of enlightenment, they may call me insane but they will be the ones left laughing when they see what that "insanity" has wrought, i've usurped them, i've usurped them all-

hacks and coughs and awkwardly clears my throat. i mean. uh. um. Ahem.

the empress' court artistry + tales of the university nerfs helped too.

[rataltouille]

an hour into using obsidian and like what do you mean this was always available and free to use AND NOBODY TOLD ME