#I will READ IT TAG ME DM ME I JUST NEED A PROPER ENDING

[lunarsolar1]

The umbrella academy huh…

Yeah I have a lot to say about that :)

[romana-after-dark]

Dead Dove December

Hello everyone! This December I’m hosting an event for the Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal fandom that I’m calling, Dead Dove December! From 12/01/2023 - 12/31/2023 I’m encouraging others to create something that expresses their deepest and (most importantly) darkest desires. I will be reblogging all pieces of art or fanfiction, and will post a masterlist in January. 

Details below the cut…

What is Dead Dove Do Not Eat?

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, or DDDNE has its origins in one of my comfort shows!

The phrase comes from a meme referencing the 2003 Arrested Development episode "Top Banana", in which Michael Bluth opens a paper bag labeled "DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" and, upon discovering that there is a dead dove inside the bag, says, deadpan, "I don't know what I expected." - fanlore.org

In short, what you see in the tags is what you should expect to see in the fic. This can apply for any type of fic, including the fluffy ones, but it’s usually associated with darker themes. That being said, this is your warning that this is a DARK THEMED EVENT. If you aren’t comfortable with darker topics like non-con, excessive violence, blood/gore, death, toxic relationships, 18+ age gaps, and more, then I encourage you not to participate in this event.

How to Participate

For the month of December, post your Dead Dove fanfiction or fan art on your blog. Use the tag #deaddovedecemeber2023 and tag me. You can also send a link via ask or DM if you like! I will not be posting anything for you, just reblogging and linking. At the end of December I will post a masterlist with links to everyone’s works! Side Note - Since Tumblr doesn’t really allow for NSFW art, you can post your work on Twitter or any other site that allows it and just send me that link so I can add it to the masterlist.

Rules

You MUST be 18+ to participate. I will be checking your blog/social media to be sure. Please make sure your age is easy to find. If I find that you’re a minor or if your age isn’t readily present I will be blocking you and you will be unable to participate. You can just add that you are over 18 if you don’t want your age out on the internet. As the creator and promotor of this event, I need to know I’m not interacting with minors given the nature of this event.

The work MUST be dark in some way. There’s no limit to how dark your work needs to be or can be, but it needs to contain some sort of dark theme in order to qualify. If non con isn’t your thing, dub con via stockholm syndrome or brainwash can let you write a more comfortable scene while still remaining dark. Fics and art do not necessarily need to be NSFW.

Do NOT post anything before 12/01/2023. I will not count submissions prior to that date or after 12/31/2023. Masterlsit will be posted in January.

Your work MUST contain the proper tags. I won’t police how detailed your tags should be, but, for instance, if your work contains non-con, and you didn’t tag non-con then your work will not qualify. Please be inclusive in your writing where you can.

You may submit no more than two (2) pieces. This can include a fanfic and fanart, two fanfics or two fanarts. This is to allow someone to write a piece and make a work of art to accompany it.

I’m not going to yuck someone’s yum, but there are some things I’m just personally not comfortable with and since I’ll be reading/viewing all of these, I have a few things not allowed in the event. The list of what’s NOT allowed is shorter than the list of what IS allowed so here’s a list of the things that will NOT be tolerated in this event:

No underage/aged up minor content - To clarify, this includes things popular ships like - TLOU 1 or Show Ellie x Joel or Miguel O’Hara X Gwen Stacy. No "ageing up" minors for the purpose of a fic.

No Bestiality - To clarify, monsterfucking does NOT count as bestiality (at least to me). For example, werewolves, venom, Khonshu, e.t.c. are all allowed.

No incest - To clarify, step-sibling/step-parent relationships are permitted as long as everyone is 18+. Selfcest relationships are also allowed (like Moon Knight or Miguel with his alternate self, e.t.c.).

If you’re unsure if something is allowed or not, you can send me a DM or an ask for clarification prior to posting.

You can use any prompts you want or none, you aren’t tied to any one idea but here are some to get the ideas flowing if you need them!

Also, you can absolutely use a fic to inspire your art, or art to inspire a fic! Your inspiration piece, whether yours or someone else’s does not have to be from December, but you MUST obtain permission from the original creator before I promote your work. Most creators are happy when their work inspires others, and all my fics are open to being used for inspiration, but please reach out to the creator first.

I’m very excited! I’ve never done anything like this before so things may be updated as I go so bear with me! Looking forward to seeing what you all come up with!

Dividers and header made by the amazing @melodygatesauthor

Please consider reblogging to spread the word!

[normalaboutdntm]

Pinned (updated September 1, 2024)

Hi, welcome to my blog! I intend this to be a place where I can document bits of Death Note the Musical history that I'm privy to and also reblog a shitton of fanworks (y'all are so talented).

To that end, here are links to posts about DNTM history I was privy to (Please let me know if the links break, I've also tagged the posts as #find later):

London programme with image descriptions

Signings and merch at NYCC 2023

Write-up of the DNtM panel at NYCC 2023

Write-up of the album listening party at NYCC 2023

Link to a Google Drive folder of audio/video from the panel and listening party at NYCC 2023, including tracks from the upcoming cast album

My hard-hitting reporting /lh over the dubiously licensed Texas production!

Feel free to send asks/DM me if you have questions about anything I've attended.

Projects I'm working on:

Write-up of the London performances at the Lyric I attended (essentially done, I just need to clean up my notes) updating wrt the Lasagna boots

Subtitling the Lasagna boots

Re-timing the 2015 Korean subtitles to match the 2022/2023 Korean revival (PLEASE tell me if you know of anyone who has done or is working on a proper English translation of this)

I'm also working on an archive of all DNtM media. Feel free to ask me for the link and/or to send me stuff I might not have, especially anything from the Lyric part of the UK2023 run, the 2017 Taiwan show, 2020 Japanese production, the 2021 Moscow concert, the 2024 Brazil concert, or bonus content related to any production! I'm pretty sure the Brazil video I have is from the 2022 production at the same theater (the Clara Nunes) but if you know better - or have a complete audio/video - I would love to hear from you!

Currently I have:

Japan 2015x2, 2017x2 proshots

Korea 2015/2017 and 2022/2023 revival

Russia 2017 concert with Alexander Kazmin, etc

Brazil 2022 "editing practice" production

USA 2015 demo album and 2023 NYCC videos

UK 2023 Lasagna boots x2 (not included in the archive but I have instructions for where you can get them), audios from all 3 Palladium performances and one from the Lyric, youtube/tiktok clips from the Palladium

Fun stuff!

DNTM x Ready as I'll Ever Be AMV by me! :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gownszo6TKA

Adamandi, another show I talk about a lot on here - "Three queer students of color at an elite midcentury college go to horrific lengths to earn a coveted graduation prize." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAYXkOJ42zs

The Art of Pleasing Princes, a staged reading from the Adamandi creative team (Melliot) - "Murder! Magic! Mischief! Marriage? An LGBTQ+ fantasy musical about revenge, falling in love, and everything that comes in between." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgc4wdkH0cU&t=0s

Ghost Story, a concert version of Melliot's newest work - "Two love stories between Chinese American and Polish American men haunt the same Montana ranch house — one century apart. As past and present intertwine, the lovers confront long-held fears in their quest to determine if they love one another for the right reasons." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4o-vKr36aE

Whirlwind for Hire, a musical podcast by the "Elliot" in "Melliot" about a nonbinary immortal assassin named Alastor - https://open.spotify.com/show/3grLbfZQQ7I7BTCTnbb5Nr

[izukuthebunny]

(OOC) Please read before interacting!

Have you ever wanted to interact with Izuku "Deku" Midoriya? Ever wanted to get advice or comfort from him? This blog is for you! I have been roleplaying as Izuku and writing Izuku fics for years, and am VERY dedicated to not breaking character!

Please read this entire post before sending any asks or dms! Thank you! I'll keep this post updated if anything changes, and I'll keep a note here when it was last updated: Last Updated 9/30 Some links were added!

This is an in character blog, and it's not a proper roleplay blog, meaning I'll answer any ask you send in character, as if you're speaking to Izuku Midoriya himself.

I do NOT answer roleplay asks, either in script style, or otherwise, so basically, that includes paragraph starters, and things like actions in asterisks! They'll be deleted immediately, sorry!! I DO have proper roleplay accounts, but I don't share them publicly anymore! This blog is separate from that entirely, so this blog doesn't roleplay! PLEASE REMEMBER THIS! Thank you!

The timeline that this blog takes place is fluid on purpose, it depends on who I'm interacting with, and what they need to help pick them up! So, sometimes, Izuku will be a student at UA, and other times, he'll be a pro hero! It really depends on what you, as the person he's speaking to, need or want from him!

This blog is meant mostly to spread positivity for people who look up to Izuku, or find comfort in him. You can always interact with him directly if you need him, and you can ask him for advice. I will never decline in character asks, if your oc or self insert needs some in-universe guidance, but this blog is aimed towards real people who need help, and would like to receive it from Izuku!

He'll also occasionally pop up into the replies of people who might need him, if you'd like him to NOT pop up in your replies, shoot this blog a DM asking politely for me to not leave in character replies on your posts! I promise I don't bite!

9/30 - If you want Izuku to show up in your reblogs/replies, please interact with this post!

As this blog begins, I'm mostly focusing on mutuals and people I've interacted positively with in the past, but I'd love to branch that out more as people become more familiar with this blog

However, if all that's a bit too much for you, I don't mind if you block this blog! Whatever's easiest for you!

I ask that you please, please, PLEASE do not send anything sexual or extremely violent to this blog, a real person runs this blog at the end of the day! Whatever you wouldn't say to a real person, you shouldn't say to Deku! As of 9/29 Mutuals/friends can send some sexual stuff, as a treat! All sexual content will be tagged "Playbunny" please blacklist this tag if you're under 18 or do not want to see sexual content! Any sexual content Izuku is 25 his current canon age, so he's a teacher and pro hero!

THAT BEING SAID. I'm alright with somewhat heavier topics when you're asking for advice from Izuku, but on the topic of things like SA, please keep specifics to a minimal, thank you! Izuku's happy to help you, and to be a listening ear for you, and to provide a bit of comforting words, but please don't give me, or him, extreme details on triggering topics! A few details here and there are okay, just please don't give me a step by step breakdown on it!

Also, please do not try to hold conversations with Izuku on other people's posts, it's not polite to blow up someone's notifications like that! Izuku reblogging a post is not an invitation to talk to him in the reblogs or replies of the post! You're welcome to talk to him on his own posts, or even your own posts if you tag him, or he's already in your replies! Thank you!

I trigger tag all triggering content to the best of my ability! If I miss a tag, please tell me! I want this blog to be a safe space for people to vent and find comfort in a character they love!

Also, I may occasionally post original photos that are in character, these are to add flavor to this blog and give it a bigger sense of being "alive" so to speak! So, things like photos of official merch I own that I think Izuku would also own, photos taken out and about that I think Izuku would've taken, things like that!

Also, as a note, no ships are canon for this blog, so Izuku isn't in any relationships, and I don't mind a little bit of playful flirting with him if that's what you want to do! Just keep in mind it might go right over his head, or he might be too flustered to think straight! I intend on keeping him single, and he won't have any explicitly canon crushes on his classmates.

However I may occasionally imply crushes on a handful of his classmates (if a student in the current time of post)/coworkers (if a pro hero in the current time of post) for a funny bit, it should never be considered serious! Characters will include Katsuki, Ochaco, Eijiro, Shouto, Tenya, and a few others! I just think Izuku is the type of person to confuse strong platonic feels for romantic! This is again to add a bit of life to the blog!

One last thing, this blog is a sideblog, NORMALLY I'd make these kinda of blogs their own accounts, but I wanted this to be a blog I check more regularly, in case someone needs Izuku for something, so it's a sideblog on my mainblog I use daily and am on almost all day! As a result, I do not follow from this blog! And I would like to keep my mainblog a secret! Thank you for understanding!

Also! This blog is run by a gay trans man, and, as a result, transphobes and homophobes (and tbh anything similar) will be blocked! Izuku doesn't tolerate bigotry!

[pokenimagines]

Submission Guidelines

Request Template:

In order to make things easier, please copy and paste one of these six templates depending on what you're requesting. I ask that you use this so that not only will I have a clear view of what you want, but so people reading my content will be able to make an informed decision if they would like to read the contents of the request: (Bolded words are for you to fill out)

Platonic SFW Character | Headcanons | Request Information

Platonic SFW Character | Fic | Request Information

Romantic SFW Character | Headcanons | Request Information

Romantic SFW Character | Fic | Request Information

NSFW Character | Headcanon | Request Information

NSFW Character | Fic | Request Information

Character = The name of the character I'll be writing for.

Request Information = What you're wanting me to write. If you don't fill this out, I will delete. Don't just state a character, I need something to go off of.

Romantic vs Platonic = How you want me to go about the request. Will I be writing them in a romantic or a platonic way.

If you want to gush about characters or say something to me personally in a request, you're more than welcome. Just state the request beforehand.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact me or Queenie on our main blogs @salticart and @queeniesrose or ask in the inbox. Queenie and I aren't able to DM on this blog as it's a joint account.

Things I will write:

NSFW (All NSFW posts will be tagged "Spicy Salt", so if you don't wish for this content to appear on your feed, block that tag).

Romantic Relationships (This will be for 18+ characters only)

Friendship/Platonic Relationships (I will write for the minors of the series with these relationships exclusively)

Found Family Dynamics (Can be for any character)

Soft Yandere (If it gets into anything that is iffy and goes into the Non-Con/Dub-Con category, then I won't write it)

List of Scarlet/Violet Characters

List of Sword and Shield Characters

List of Sun and Moon Characters

List of Legends of Arceus Characters

Things I won’t write:

Romanticizing Underaged Characters: I will age up characters for certain requests, however if it involve anything romantic or sexual on a character that is canon underaged, then I will not be writing it. I understand a lot of the games don't state character ages, but there's some characters that you just know are underaged.

Non-con or Dub-con

Suicide/Self harm, eating disorders, mentions of rape. Mainly things that can trigger people or myself!

DDLG, Water sports, Scat, I refuse to write it so never ask.

Pet play of any kind (including puppy play, kitten play, pony play, etc) [NO HORSES]

Things referring to kids or pregnancy, or being parents. I know it’s a weird one but I have a bit of a phobia of children and such due to my job so I’d prefer not to write that stuff.

Disabilities: I don't think I can accurately write for a disability that I do not have, and I don't want to misrepresent serious topics. In order to stop this from happening, I choose not to write it.

I know there’s more when I remember them I’ll update this!

Things to keep in mind:

- I'm more likely to write your request if you put in the proper formatting that is at the top of the post.

- When sending in a request, please only do one character. It takes me a lot longer to do multiple characters at a time, and clogs up the ask box. So one character per request. Thank you!

- Please do not ask for a specific gender. I do non binary to keep it all inclusive. If it's for a smutty story, I will be writing two versions if what's in the pants is absolutely necessary. There’s plenty of gendered imagines out there, I want everyone to feel included. Hella hard when you’re non-binary or the opposite gender and you’re trying to read an imagine with a gender you don’t identify with.

- If I’m uncomfortable with a request at all, and it’s anonymous, I’ll just delete it. So if you sent an interesting request that ends up not being written, please don’t send it in again. I don’t delete anything unless I refuse to write it.

- If you sent in a request when they’re closed, I will also be deleting said request. You can always resend it in once they’re open. This is to just help keep my box as clear as possible so I can focus on what needs to be done. Don’t ask me to keep it in the box for when they open up again. That’s counter intuitive to my box being closed and makes me a bit upset.

- If I have an imagine already written but it doesn’t include the characters you like, you can always send and ask for a continuation with the characters you like, I’ll be more than happy to do so!

- It might take a while to get to certain imagines. I work a full-time job and and run another writing blog for Twisted Wonderland, so I'm vey busy.

- You can request more than one thing, I don’t mind, just don’t send me a list of 100 things to write, please.

- If you happen to find a list of prompts you’d think would be fun for me to go through, send it to me. I’ll totally do requests off prompt lists

Discord Server

Hello everyone! As the new games have been released we wanted to do an ad for our discord server! We have been revamping the server in hopes of creating a better experience for all who join and that we will get some new friends!

We do have some rules for the server, along with a few perks. This includes:

To join the server, you MUST be at least 16 years of age.

Similar to here, anything underage/pedophilia related will not be tolerated.

No transphobic/homophobic/terf behavior will be tolerated.

Advanced notice of when the inbox is open!

Reward roles! With a bot we have in the server, the more you level up through chatting, the more cosmetic roles you can get. (This is new, and will go live after games are released.)

For those who RP or are interested in trying out RP for the first time, we will be revamping our RP section. We hope to get this more active again.

Besides the Pokémon related stuff, we have also have a writers section and an artist section for you to share your work!

[unlimitedhorsepower]

i mainly blog about media interests i have but i actually care a lot about politics and yknow common human decency. i own two cats, and i owned my late finnhorse mare for over a decade. i miss her and still love horses a lot.

i allegedly study cultural anthropology at an university and used to study equine masseusing and art. however im kinda just surviving on disability pension rn. feel free to ask about anything else, i love talking!

right now ive dedicated this blog to t&b ryan goldsmith for funsies but i like various things. more than you could imagine

queue posts once per day and i basically only queue things unless im actively making new posts

i make a bunch of posts that i dont tag at all. good luck finding them bc i sure fucking cant find them. some posts i just end up deleting anyways

i rarely go into any tags bc i have brain fungus but if you wanted to show me a post by sending it to me i would probably love to see it!

i dont usually follow back bc of the aforementioned brain fungus and instead skim through the latest things on the blogs of ppl interacting with me (if you wonder why i reblogged something from you randomly)

even if i dont reply in the case i get really busy irl etc, i still always read everything sent to me, every single reply, tag and ask!

my art tag: #gabriels doodles

wildly varying quality/effort

i do take requests if you want to try your luck in my ask box

my art-only blog, where i only reblog finished-enough art (im so slow at writing captions ill put my art on here one day for real): @limitedhorsepower​

other miscellanous tags & fun facts about me:

#ryanyurikeith

the sun, the sky and the moon with extremely congruent life issues... its so deep and their themes go perfectly together

#gabriels ouroboros kings

barnaby & ryan & keith (side platter of ryan/keith)  

the sternbild royalty (king of heroes x2 and the wandering gravity prince) as antagonists.

theyre all part of ouroboros for different reasons, but more loyal to each other than the organization for various reasons

#gabriels salaryman heroes

ryan/yuri/keith mainly, self-indulgent joke about high school romance tropes in an office building 

more fun facts about me:

as you can see i have a few different T&B AUs that i may post about or just totally forget and never make content for again despite them being perfectly mapped out in my mind but i love to share facts about them

if you ever interact with me here and thought that my answer didnt make sense, it was probably just that my brain (ADHD&co.) actively works against me and i may make really bad typos or straightup forget to type half of the words in a sentence. but hey. i did my best. never be afraid to ask for a clarification though

i also genuinely suffer from being overtly verbose (again... my brain...) and please dont feel pressured to read something if i sent you an extremely long DM reply or made a really long-winded reblog or something. i just communicate like that but i dont mind if you cant read it LMFAO.

my long sentences makes me seem really serious sometimes even when im not but im very friendly i promise!

and let me know if my typing is hard to read, i can switch to proper capitalization and punctuation if needed

[xxstarryeyesxx]

Looking for RP Partners for Mystic Messenger 1x1 roleplay!

Repost!

Hello! I've been searching for new roleplay partners lately but unfortunately haven't had much luck. I am specifically looking to roleplay my OC/CMC (female) x 707/Saeyoung. She is fairly developed, you can read her doc linked towards the end.

A bit about me:

• I am a 21 year old college student, so my schedule is often busy. I am currently on winter break though. I will always be able to respond at least once a week however.

• I am a lbgt+ friendly person, as I am in the community!

• I have been roleplaying for roughly 5 years and am very flexible with my writing style. I will typically match how much my partners write but I'm usually semi-lit to lit. I don't do one-liners.

•I am open to all sorts of plots, aus and genres, though romance is a must for me.

•I do double-ups! Mainly oc x canon double-ups and I am able to play most characters for you. The only characters I won't play are Rika (lack of experience) and 707 (personal preference)

• Also open to group rps!!

•I only roleplay on discord. We can either rp in dms or I can set up a small server for us. My tag is StarryEyes#5489

•I consider myself to be very friendly, so please don't be afraid to reach out if you just wanna chat in between responses ^^

Guidelines:

•As stated before, I am 21 so I am only looking for 18+ rp partners.

•Smut/nsfw is optional! You don't need it to have an exciting rp. But if anyone's interested 👀. All characters must be over 18

•I'm only looking to rp my oc with 707, please don't offer to play any other character for her.

• Absolutely no incest, illegal ships, etc.

• I don't mind typos but please try to use proper grammar. I'm also expecting at least semi-lit responses ^^ I won't respond to one-liners,,

That's everything! If you're interested in role-playing, please feel free to reach out to me on discord or respond to this post!

[cquackity]

sorry for bringing it up again when its over and feel free to answer privately/ignore me, i just wanted to explain why i find the eret stuff upsetting. i think its fair to think c!eret didnt need an apology from wilbur; thats just not the entire picture of what eret fans see when people go after her for that stream so we might be a little defensive.

i think to me the issue is that c & cc!eret crit cant be separated-- after the apology stream i literally couldnt be on here because people were being so awful about eret and consistently c!eret neg is tied in with people being assholes to the cc. also to me it reads as disrespectful to place all the blame for disliking that stream on eret when wilbur was on that stream, participated, and co-wrote that lore. i have never once had to avoid the dash due to cc!wilbur neg the way i have for eret, and thats pretty telling. not that ccwilbur deserves that, just that its interesting how bad eret gets it in comparison. even the post-utah stream didnt make me as upset as the way people talked about eret did and i am by far more of a wilburian than anything else.

to me, the apology was more for cc!eret for how poorly shes been treated for the last two years and because the fandom treats wilbur (c and cc) like the ultimate moral & narrative arbiter (despite the fact that a key element of his character is being an unreliable narrator); only his apology would make people actually think about how badly eret has been treated. and then it all backfired and everyone was so heinous about it that it was genuinely painful to be on here as a wilbur and eret enjoyer.

besides that meta element i genuinely liked that stream and felt like cwilbur did need a knock in the right direction, as i felt much of the apology tour was an empty gesture that externalized his need for self-forgiveness. not that he deserved to feel guilty or that his apologies were hollow, just that he wasnt going about his efforts to forgive himself in a healthy way, and hearing from someone who already got through it was super helpful.

im sorry folks sent you awful asks (and im also sorry for vagueing, i just couldnt figure out how to lay out my own feelings) but to me it feels really hurtful to see people shit on eret, c or cc, bc shes worked so hard and was the key to a really core moment on the server and gets very little recognition for it from other ccs (constantly being shut out of lore) and from the fandom.

sorry if this is a jumbled mess feel free to ignore it i just wanted to explain a little bit

hello bell! thank you for explaining i genuinely do appreciate your point of view! there is a reason i didn't unfollow you for vauging me lul, i find you to be a reasonable person who has reasonable standpoints on things. but like this goes for everybody who sees this: if you have an issue with me, just send me an ask like this! or a dm. or whatever. i'd also like to think i'm a pretty reasonable guy. i'm also pretty sure i tagged that post with the proper tags to be filtered too? at least i hope i did 💀

first off i'd again like to reiterate that i have literally nothing against cc!eret. i never mentioned cc!eret in my post, i have never posted cc!eret neg before, and the only point i made was that i don't believe c!eret deserved an apology from c!wilbur. i had more good things to say about c!eret in that post than negative. what other people are saying, that's not what i'm saying. i think it's unfair to group me in with people who have/are posting cc!eret neg. at the end of the day even if that's what you've seen that's not what i was talking about in the slightest. regardless of what content creator made the decision to have c!wilbur apologize i think it's a bad one. i stand by that.

nor do i think that it's entirely fair to treat that stream as some sort of meta on the cc!s lives instead of the characters. i've just never thought about that stream like that before, and it doesn't really make sense to me to do so. if either cc!wilbur or cc!eret have alluded to the apology being more for cc!eret i would be open to seeing a clip like that

i also disagree with c!wilbur needing to be "knocked in the right direction" mostly because i think there's several other more compelling turning points for his character post-revival, but i do respect c!eret fans wanting to enjoy a moment between the two of them.

tldr; i wasn't talking about cc!eret at all, and it's unfair to take my words that way when it was never the intention, and not separate them from their original meaning. please separate my discussion of the c!s and the cc!s

[wecandoit]

Hi friends!

So I've been doing this 30 day productivity (30dop) challenge and I didn't intend on making it a proper challenge when I started but some people have been showing interest so I thought I'd just lay out some basics and also give you some prompts! By no means am I suggesting that I created this challenge, I know a lot of people do things like this, I just wanna help some people out.

The basics of what you need to know:

This challenge is open to ANYONE, studying, working, preparing for something, people who are just bored

You can start this challenge at any time during the year

'Productivity' is a purely subjective term. You may classify simply reading a book as making a day productive (it really does)

So basically, do at least one thing you consider productive, every day for 30 days!

Tag your challenge posts with #30dop so others can follow along; I'll track this tag but may not reblog

If you do want me to interact and reblog your posts, tag the posts #heydilli (this is my tracking tag so you can use this for other posts too)

If this sounds good to you, keep scrolling for some daily prompts!

excuse my terrible digital handwriting T-T

Some additional info in case you're worried about any of this:

You don't have to use the prompts I provide, they are optional (I probably won't even use them for my own posts tbh)

Don't stress if you post late/miss a few days, everyone knows I'm struggling too

You don't have to post pictures if you don't want to/can't

Basically this is a very open-ended challenge you can mould it and change it however you want to suit your preferences/needs

If you need some help with formatting, you can either check out the tag #30dop or check my blog for my 30dop posts, but generally I recommend including these:

Day #/30; date; your summary of the day and answer to prompt; song rec or something you're currently reading

And that is all I have for you guys, but if you wanna talk about any of the above or if you just wanna be mutuals, DM me or otherwise my inbox is always open <3

Good luck and thank you for reading!!

xx dilli

[horsedadgeralt]

and you’re engraved upon my heart

This started with me yelling about Yennskier in @wanderlust-t ‘s dms at 1am in the morning and turned into this. Chrysa, this is for you (and officially part of the Kitchen Chronicles I suppose!) <3

A proposal. A wedding. A song. Yennefer and Jaskier are in love.

wc: 1.9k cw: may cause cavities, contains “Fair” by The Amazing Devil tags: modern!au, established relationship, fluff

can be read as a continuation of mason jar moments. read it also on ao3!

It is a late Sunday afternoon and Jaskier is comfortably snuggled up in his armchair with a book propped open in his lap. There are snowflakes slowly dancing their way to the ground in front of the window, coating everything in a veil of white. It is breathtaking and cold, but Jaskier is not, a thick woollen blanket keeping him warm as he’s reading.

He’s not reading though, at least not right now. His eyes have left the pages of whatever poem he had been skimming quite some time ago and are now following Yennefer, who is currently making dinner.

The smell of garlic and olive oil is in the air and she is humming a quiet melody to herself as she prepares their dinner for today, alternating between stirring a pot of pasta and whatever is sizzling in the pan next to it.

Her hair is pulled back into a messy low bun with a few stubborn curls framing her face and she is wearing one of Jaskier’s hoodies with sweatpants and bunny slippers. Simply said, she looks stunning, and Jaskier puts aside his book and blanket to stand up and get closer to her, to watch her cook, to, well, stare.

Because the way she is standing there, a spatula in her hand and muttering to herself about which spices to add to the vegetables, one hand on her hips and her head crooked slightly to the side as she muses about it— Because that takes Jaskier’s breath away, to watch her be so completely at ease and in tune with herself, to get a glimpse at Yennefer in her most comfortable self, at the woman he has fallen in love with so many years ago.

And every day he falls in love again, and every day he stares at her, which is why it just slips out before he can stop himself—

“Marry me.”

Yennefer doesn’t answer, but there is a tension in her body now that tells Jaskier that she’s heard him. The silence is deafening, nearly drowning out the thunderstorm that is his heartbeat.

“This isn’t something you should joke about, Jaskier.”

The thunderstorm in Jaskier’s chest only grows louder, each heartbeat in tune with his steps until he reaches her, gently takes the hand that isn’t holding a spatula and turns her around, forces her to seehim, see how much he means this.

“Marry me,” he says again. A shy smile spreads across his lips as he caresses the back of her hand with his thumb. Still, Yennefer is silent, eyes widened, an unreadable look on her face.

“I had this imagined going differently,” he continues, nearly stumbling across the words. “I wanted to buy a ring, have for a while now. I wanted to do this right. But why? Why wait when you’re here, here with me. I don’t need a ring.”

At that, he slips his finger through a bouncy curl of hers, gently pulling it so that it’s snug on his skin.

“This is the only ring I’ll ever need. I would marry you right here, right now if I could. But you deserve a proper wedding. Flowers and a dress and cake. So… Marry me.”

He is nearly whispering by the end of it and his thoughts are racing. Because what if she says no, what if he’s just fucked up their relationship and lost the one good thing he has in this life—

And then Yennefer’s lips are on his and his thoughts are quiet. Their kiss is so tender and leaves Jaskier breathless, aching for more. Gods, it’s been years and still, his stomach fills with butterflies when she kisses him like that.

Just when his hands are about to start wandering, the proposal all but forgotten, Yennefer pulls back to look at him. She looks so beautiful that Jaskier can’t help but lean in for another kiss, but she doesn’t let him, instead taking his head in her hands and forcing him to stay still.

For a moment, silence. All Jaskier can hear is the beating of his heart, and his anxiety is about to hit him full-force when—

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he asks, in disbelief, but Yennefer knows better than to tell him a second time and just kisses him, deeply. This time, she does let his hands wander, but before things go too far she pauses once more.

“I…” she starts, sounding unsure of herself. “I just have one wish for the wedding.”

“Anything, my love, just say it.”

“I want you to sing for me.”

And if Jaskier hadn’t just asked Yennefer to marry him, he would do it now, because the way she looks at him at this moment might be the death of him. His answer is a cheeky grin and an even cheekier hand underneath Yennefer’s shirt, but she knows, knows that he’s heard her request loud and clear. For now, there are more pressing matters at hand.

They decide together that they want to wait with the wedding, do it the “proper” way and tell their friends and families first before they start planning.

But when Yennefer comes home the next day with an absolutely stunning lilac dress that she bought for Christmas, Jaskier decides once more to just follow his heart.

Because it is a crime that he can’t yet call Yennefer his wife, and it takes a surprisingly short amount of pleading to get her to agree to drive to the city hall right now —  “and wear that dress, because that is what got you into this mess.” An eye roll is met with a wink.

It’s quiet when they arrive at the city hall, hand in hand, Yennefer in that dress and Jaskier wearing black pants and a simple white button-up — after all, who wants to get married on a random Monday at 5 pm? But they’re in luck and the gentleman at the reception ushers them to a small room a few hallways down.

They get presented a scandalous number of documents to sign and before they know it, they’re asked to stand up for the ceremony. Most of it is a blur — even the vows, and Jaskier just hopes he hasn’t made a complete fool of himself — but when the officiant says “I now declare you man and wife,” time stands still.

Yennefer is smiling, the pink lipstick she’s wearing perfectly matching the shade of her cheeks, and Jaskier is certain that no matter what, he will always remember this moment. They don’t even have rings to exchange, but he knows that the bond that they have doesn’t need sparkly jewellery to prove its strength. Yennefer is the love of his life, and when she kisses him, when his wife kisses him, Jaskier is certain that no person has ever felt happier than he does in this very moment.

He can barely keep his hands to himself on the way home, but somehow, they make it without an accident. They’re both giddy, smiling and laughing and calling each other “My husband” and “My wife”.

“I’ll never get tired of calling you that,” he tells her as they walk up the stairs to their apartment, and before Yennefer has a chance to unlock the door, Jaskier swoops her up in his arms. “I know that it’s an old tradition and you can walk just fine, but… Let me, please?”

Yennefer lets out another giggle and nods, pressing a kiss to his cheek and holding on tight as he tries — and nearly fails — to open the apartment door without dropping her. Somehow, he doesn’t, and then he steps across the threshold and put her down gently, a hand on her lower back and their foreheads pressed together.

“Welcome home, wife.”

“Thank you, husband.”

Jaskier gives her a chaste kiss before turning around and walking into their living room, pulling Yennefer behind them and gesturing for her to sit down on the sofa. She gives him a confused look but he ignores it, taking a small detour into his office before returning once more, this time armed with his guitar.

“You asked me to sing for you at our wedding, and I know you probably had something different in mind. But I still hope you like this this”, he gestures at his guitar, “even though I only started writing it last night after you had already gone to bed. I love you, Yennefer, and you’ve made me the happiest man in the world today by becoming my wife.”

He pauses, gives the strings of his guitar a gentle plug to make sure that they’re not too out of tune, and then he starts playing.

“It’s what my heart just yearns to say In ways that can’t be said It’s what my rotting bones will sing When the rest of me is dead It’s what’s engraved upon my heart In letters deeply worn Today I somehow understand the reason I was born”

His voice is raspy and his fingers aren’t cooperating as well as he would like, but Jaskier pushes on through, tries to blink away the tears that won’t stop falling and pours his heart out to the woman in front of him.

"”'Cause outwardly," he says "I try so hard to make you laugh at me," And she, she does, she laughs as though she´s not heard the joke ten thousand times before And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through time "Oh, darling please be mine,”"

He knows how cheesy the song is, how it includes every stereotype a love song could have, but he doesn’t care, not when Yennefer is listening to him with tears in her eyes and a smile that makes him want to drop to his knees and worship her. He sings to her about their life together, about the little fights and awful jokes and how long he’s been waiting for her. Every chord is a declaration of love, every verse an embodiment of how much he cherishes her.

"”It’s not fair, it's not fair how much I love you It’s not fair 'cause you make me ache, you bastard," And they’ll say "Oh how, oh how unreasonable How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do I’ll spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m stood here Then I’m stood here And I’ll stand here I’ll stand here with you”"

When he’s done, the last notes still echoing in the room, Yennefer gets up from the sofa and runs to him. He barely manages to lie his guitar down on the table behind him before she crushes into him and nearly knocks him off his feet, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. He holds her close and her smell surrounds him, sweet and calming and home.

She doesn’t let go, still pressed tightly to his chest with her face buried in the nook between his ear and his shoulder, quiet sobs shaking her body. They’re happy tears, or at least Jaskier hopes they are, and he runs his hands over her back in an attempt to comfort her, feeling her heartbeat calm down with every brush of his fingers.

Finally, she pulls back and stares at him. There are still a few tears on her cheeks along with smudged mascara stains and bloodshot eyes, and Jaskier knows there isn’t a more beautiful woman in existence than her. She smiles.

“Can you sing it again?”

tagging @cthulhusteve ♥

[troubatrain]

runaway - n. patrick (part five)

a/n: helllllllo i still cannot believe you guys like this series as much as you do honestly it blows my mind considering this was just one smutty blurb that took a life of it’s own. it’s super cool - thank you so much for reading!! i should have the next part up soon because i’ve already started it so that’s exciting (and it will be a proper celebration of the nolan patrick revenge tour). as per usual we’ve got to thank @hookingminor​ because nothing gets done around here without her letting me dump ideas and stuff in her dms

Part Four - Part Six

also tagging (because they asked): @fratboytj​

Nolan takes a deep breath while he stuffs his hands into his pockets, his long legs carrying him through the city and to a building he was becoming more familiar with everyday. Yours. Initially, Kevin had insisted you moved in with him, and Nolan swore he’d have to move out just to keep his hands to himself. You explained to your brother that you needed space, and the second you reminded him you’d meet every girl he brought home - he was helping you find an apartment instantly.

Nolan hadn’t been by, actively avoiding your parents who’d been helping you move in and trying to distance himself from you the best he could. Travis caught him red handed, his flush cheeks outing him to his teammate almost instantly, and Travis was beside himself.

Dude Kevin’s going to murder you.

One time he told me not to even breath in her direction.

You’ve lost your mind Nolan.

Maybe he was losing it, Nolan thought buzzing up to your building and hoping you’d let him. You were like a drug Nolan couldn’t stop doing. He thought about you constantly, a summer spent Instagram stalking you until he heard you were in Philly. Travis told him to cut you off, ghost you until he simply couldn’t avoid you and by then maybe he’d find the courage to tell you he couldn’t do this anymore. Nolan didn’t know what this even was, if it was a string of hook ups or if he had invested his heart into you. He finally got up to your floor, knocking twice on the door gently. You appear on the other side, wiping a tear that was spilling from your eye in a Red Sox hoodie you stole from one of your brothers, “Nol?”

Nolan could feel the pull in his chest, and he finally took the plunge. He stepped forward, pulling you into his arms. Your hands snuck under his hoodie, grabbing into Nolan’s skin while you sobbed into his chest, “What’s wrong Boston?”

“I miss home,” You cried, the fear you had about leaving your home was real, and it was starting to settle in. Your parents had left a few hours ago, leaving you in your place for the first time alone and it just hit you. You were hours away from home with no family in the city besides Kevin who barely kept himself alive. The anxiety started to settle in, and the tears were flowing before you could stop it. It was all too much, and you hated that you were letting Nolan see you like this, a damn disaster, but he was the most comforting presence you had right now.

“Y/N,” Nolan whispers, running his fingers through your hair. You couldn’t stop, your breathing had become erratic once Nolan pulled you into his arms, “Breathe, baby, you have to. C’mon-”

When you didn’t answer, Nolan stood quietly trying to figure out what to do. He could call Kevin, but then he’d have to explain what he was doing showing up to your place unannounced, and he didn’t even know why he came. He wanted to see you, that was the truth, but admitting that meant defeat. Nolan raked his brain, thinking about the way he felt the first time he’d been that far from home, “You have any weed?”

You smile, a few stray tears still falling while you pick your head up from Nolan’s chest, “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Yeah,” Nolan nods, his hands on your cheeks and a smirk on his face while he waits for your answer. You nod, pointing to your bedroom door, “I’m going somewhere with this, I promise.”

Nolan grabs your grinder, grabbing a paper and getting to work. You watch his fingers, long calloused fingers rolling up a joint. You sat next to him, crossing your legs while Nolan rolled on your end table you bullied Kevin into putting together just a few hours ago, “You said you had a point here Patty…”

“Well, Boston, when I used to get homesick this is what I’d do,” Nolan admits, his cheeks redder with his words. You furrow your eyebrows, this was the smallest piece of information you’d ever gotten out of Nolan. Nolan knew a lot about you, because Kevin never shut the fuck up, but you knew little to nothing about Nolan Patrick, “Open.”

Nolan’s dick twitched in his pants while you happily obliged to his order, part of hoping it was his dick he was telling you to open for and not the joint in his hand. He places it between your lips, lighting the end for you and letting the smoke fill the room, “Why’d you come here anyways?”

“Wanted to see you,” Nolan hums, watching the smoke slip your lips. Your eyes were puffy and red from a few hours of crying, a hole in the shoulder of the hoodie you were wearing and your hair was a disaster, but Nolan didn’t think you could look any better. You pass him the joint, straddling his lap so you could get as close to him as you could. It was so easy with Nolan, and when you were together it’s like everything seemed to click. You stayed silent for a bit, comfortably nestled in Nolan’s arms while you listened to his heartbeat.

“Heard you’re coming back,” You mutter, unsure of how to approach the conversation at hand. Your hand was toying with Nolan’s sweatshirt strings absentmindedly, and you heard his breath hitch at your question.

“I’m fucking terrified,” Nolan admits, tired of keeping up the tough guy act. You pick your head up, turning it to the side like you were taken back by his words. You thought Nolan was different, your suspicions confirmed by his confession. Kevin had probably been injured more times than you count, but he never once complained about it because that’s hockey. Nolan’s words meant more to you than he probably even knew.

“If you’re not ready you don’t have to go back,” You press a kiss to his jaw, and a small smile lands on Nolan’s face. You didn’t know what to tell him, besides a cheesy go get ‘em that he didn’t need to hear from you, “But I’ll be proud of you regardless.”

Nolan’s hands snuck under your hoodie, his hands a little cold and rougher than you remember from a summer’s worth of lifting, “You will?”

“Always,” You hum, sinking your teeth into Nolan’s neck and giggling when he let out a hiss at the contact.

“Are you seriously turned on right now?” Nolan chuckles, leaning his head while you continue to press kisses against his neck. 

“Emotions are sexy Nolan, you should try having more,” You tease, grinding your hips down against his lap, Nolan’s grip tightened at your words.

“I’ll tell you what’s sexy and it isn’t how I’m feeling,” Nolan smirks, looking at you like you were the most obvious answer in the world. Nolan’s hands wandered down your legs, the shorts you were wearing left little to the imagination, and if you were sobbing when you opened the door Nolan would have made a point about it sooner, “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Stop that,” You tuck your head in Nolan’s neck, hiding your face from him. You could be given a million compliments but you didn’t want them if they were coming from Nolan, his voice sent shivers down your spine - and it was dangerous.

Nolan remained silent, pulling your head up and running his thumbs over your cheeks. His stare was intense, and it was all you needed to know what he was thinking - he wasn’t going to stop saying that to you. You press your lips to his, a groan falling from Nolan’s lips when you took his lip between your teeth, “I missed you…”

Nolan’s confession hung in the air, his lips pressed against your neck and words muttered into your neck. His hand slid under your shorts, sliding them down your bare legs and tossing them to the side. Nolan hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you up to his face and laying back down.

Gonna make you feel so good baby.

I want you to ride my face princess.

Be a good girl.

Nolan pressed a few open mouthed kisses to your thighs, your legs practically shaking with anticipation of what was to come. You look down at Nolan underneath you, his tongue flat against your pussy and you could have sworn this was heaven. You grind down your hips, Nolan nodding and guiding your body against his body, “Fuck Nolan.”

“Faster baby, c’mon,” Nolan eggs you on, and you move your hips quickly, pressure building up inside you. Nolan’s tongue swirled your clit, sending you over the edge, “Cum on my face princess.”

Nolan’s hands dug into your thighs, holding you over him without sparing you a second to catch your breath. He was addicted to you, and he wanted you to know just how much he-

Loves?

Likes?

Cares?

Nolan cared, he definitely cared about you more than you probably thought about him. Honestly, Nolan didn’t care if Kevin punched him square in the face as long as he could still see you afterwards. His tongue teased your entrance, a whine escaping your lips from the contact, “Nolan I’m, fuck-”

When your second orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking from pleasure while Nolan held you up above him. His mouth finally unlatched from your pussy, and you thought that was going to be it. Nolan, however, had other plans for you. You landed on your back, two fingers in your pussy while Nolan’s thumbs rubbed circles into your clit. Nolan pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes were looking into yours, “Want to see you cum this time pretty girl.”

You nod, your thighs closing while Nolan continues to pry them back open. Your eyes were fluttering shut, practically rolling to the back of your head when Nolan’s long fingers curled inside of you. His other hand grabs your chin, “Nolan I can’t-”

“Open your eyes for me baby,” Nolan coaxes you through your orgasm, one eye popping open to look at him while your hips lifted off the mattress. He finally pulls out his fingers, licking them clean. Nolan pushes a piece of your hair from your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Feeling any better?”

“Definitely not doing worse,” You mumble, nuzzling your face against Nolan’s hand, wondering how someone could be like that in bed and so gentle when all was said and done, “Stay?”

Nolan didn’t sleep a bit that night, holding you while you snored softly on his chest and lying awake in your bed. He didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do about this, but he knew one thing.

Things were never going back to normal.

[awkwards]

Kinktober Day 5. Aphrodisiac : Pleasurable Test | Overhaul

Day 5: Aphrodisiac

Title: Pleasurable Test

Pairing: Overhaul x F!Reader

Count: 2.2k

Summary: You needed to make ends meet, and so you go to subject yourself to a testing center that will pay. Turns out, you’ve signed yourself up for way more than you expected. You should really read the fine print.

Warnings: Noncon, syringe, aphrodisiac, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, yandere, sadist overhaul

Note: It’s finals week and definitely starting to hit me. Also, thanks for all of the support! If you’d like to be tagged for my kinktober fics, dm me! My inbox is open~

You snarled behind your gag at the man in the lab coat, who was currently coming at you with another needle. When he stepped close, you managed to kick the shot away.

“You can’t even handle one little girl. Pathetic.” A voice you haven’t heard before chides. A man wearing a plague mask and rather large coat with purple feathers stepped in. You could barely see him from where you’re restrained on the operating table. He snaps gloves onto his his, his eyes glaring at the subordinate. “And now that needle is filthy.”

“I’m so sorry sir!” you could see the sweat from the doctor, his face pailing. “She kicked me and it went flying!”

“Begone. I do not wish to hear your excuses.”

“Yes sir.” The guy practically runs from the room.

The man levels his gaze on you, judging.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, challengingly.

You’ve been here for a week. It was supposed to be one test, in which you got paid for. You took it because money was tight and you needed to pay rent. Little did you realize they would keep you kidnapped and subject to their devices because you were the “perfect candidate”.  Your fear has practically been pushed aside by your anger. For a week they’ve been sticking you with needles, running “tests”, keeping you on the edge of functioning. All you had left was your anger and attitude.

“What a nuisance.” The man sighs. His dark eyes scan your barely clothed body.

Quicker than you can move, the man has your legs pinned down, fastened in place just like your arms and neck are. A gasp of shock careens past your lips, silenced by the gag.

“That’s better.” He moves over to the counter where the equipment lays. He turns his back towards you. “Do you know who I am?”

“Well, I assume you’re the one in charge of these monkeys. Do you know who I am?” You bite at him.

“I am Kai Chisaki. You will address me as Overhaul.” He turns slowly, an intense look in his eyes that makes your skin crawl. “I know plenty about you. You are a quirkless individual. Your blood type is AB negative. You’re allergic to penicillin. You’ve lived in this city your whole life. I know you were adopted at the age 5. You had a kidney transplant at the age 12.”

“Your parents were brutally murdered when you were in high school by a villain attack. I know that the villain attack was actually a target for your father’s brother because he made some bad deals with the yakuza.” He grabs a needle and begins to mix a mystery pink liquid into it. You’re shaking by now. How does he know so much?  “You dropped out of high school quickly after, and less than two years later sold most of your adoptive parent’s belongings, and then the house.”

Overhaul takes deliberate and slow steps towards you, tapping the air bubbles out of the needle. “You moved into a seedy little apartment in the middle of town. You work at a small bar across from the noodle shop in the bad part of town because it was the only place that would hire you. This month you couldn’t make ends meet so you showed up here.”

A gloved hand drops onto your arm, thumb soothing over the prominent vein of yours. “And most importantly, I know your name isn’t actually Nakaya Kosuke. You, Miss (y/n), have quite the extensive history.”

You jerk hard at hearing your birth name. No one should know! Only your adoptive parents, who as he stated were dead, and the lawyer that erased your identity knew.

You try to speak through the gag, your words hushed.

An amused dark chuckle falls from him. “Oh, my apologies, did you want to speak?”

You nod your head.

His eyebrows raise, as if debating it. Finally, he unties the back of your gag. You spit it out, breathing in deeply. “Careful now, say something I don’t like and I’ll put it back on. Or I’ll remove your tongue.”

“Why am I here?”

He hums. “You are special. Did you know that your blood type is extremely rare?”

You clench your teeth, glaring at this cocky son-of-a-bitch. “I did.”

“Well, fortunately for us, your blood type was exactly what we’ve been looking for in our experiment. It’s extremely hard to come by a willing participant, too.”

“I’m not willing. I signed up for a test. One.”

His chuckle is light, and his eyes are wide with sadistic mirth. “No. You actually signed up until there was one successful test. So far, none of them have been such. It would appear someone didn’t read the fine print.”

Oh. Oh god. Did you really?

“No worries. You will be fully compensated. Well-” His eyes narrow. “If you live.”

Overhaul begins to prep the vein in your arm. “See, quirks are filthy. Those heroes parading around their quirks are but vermin on this earth. Pathetic. But you - no, you’re corrupted like those who roam the streets. Your blood is pure. Your genes are clean. You and I are far more similar than you might think, y/n.“

“What are you going to do to me?” Fear is fully controlling your mouth now. You shiver as he sanitizes the area he plans on injecting you.

“I have reason to believe that your blood will be the perfect capsule to carry my new invention. It’s a device that will remove the quirks of those who come in contact with it.” The look in his eyes turned wild, excited. You shiver. “My parents were ripped away from me, too. Those heroes did nothing to save them. Yet, they parade around the world as if we, the common folk, owe them. Not for long. Now, don’t make too much of a noise; I’d rather not have to remove your tongue.”

The prepped needle’s cap comes off, and the metal slides into your skin. You whimper, looking away as Overhaul begins to press its contents into your bloodstream. As quick as it began, it ended. He wipes away the lone blood drop before pressing a bandaid against you.

“Normally I would never dream of coming so close to an individual. But you are different from the filth filling this world.” Gloved hands grab your chin, turning you to look into his eyes. “You’re pure. Perfect. And I plan on taking full advantage of that, my sweet Y/N.”

Tears burn your eyes, your lip trembling. You finally let your body relax. This time you were truly fucked. He pulls his hand away, throwing away the needle tip of the syringe. You watch him walk away, back to the counter where he removes his gloves and washes his hands and arms.

A warmth began to fill your system. You shoot a concerned look at Overhaul. It was like your body was warming up from the inside out, your blood beginning to boil. A feverish sweat was spreading over every inch of you. “Something’s wrong.” You croak out.

Overhaul turns back to glance at you, sweaty and blushed. A mild look of intrigue covers his face. “Oh?”

“It’s burning me.” You whine.

Your body is completely uncomfortable now. The warmth feels … different. Wrong even.

“Explain to me what is happening.” He dries his hands leisurely, watching you from across the room before putting on a new, clean pair of rubber gloves.

“I’m hot. It feels like my blood is boiling. I -” you whimper as the slightest movement of your head increases the feeling tenfold. “Please make it stop.”

Overhaul takes his time as he walks back over to you. He runs a finger over your pulsepoint. The single touch sends a wave of pleasure crashing through you, a moan following. “How interesting.”

You’re mortified and confused. You wish you could rub your thighs together at the uncomfortable feeling between them.

“I see now. The molecular constructs of those two vials creates an aphrodisiac.”

You pinch your eyes shut as his single digit drags down your arm, over the hospital gown you have. The thin fabric is too much. It feels as if it’s weighing you down and making it that much harder to breathe.

“I suppose I should relieve you. It’ll be the only way to collect your blood at the right molecular compounds,” He muses to himself, talking out loud as if you’re not there.

Overhaul pulls off the glove on his left hand. “If I hadn’t reassembled you already, I would let you suffer until the side effects wear off. But, because of me, you really are clean. You should thank me.”

Not knowing what to say, you watch the man through your watery tears. He presses his bare hand on your stomach. If you weren’t being restrained, you would have arched into his hand, moaning loud as pleasure floods your core.

When he removes his hand, your whole body shivers as air nips your bare skin. How? “Wh-what?”

He chuckles. “My quirk.”

You watch as Overhaul steps around your pinned body, coming close to your wet sex.

“What a mess you’ve made. Disgusting.” Despite his words, he runs his gloved hand up your right leg, stopping at the stop below your belly button. You can feel your walls flutter.

A choked out “Please,” tumbles from your lips. You’re so turned on it hurts. Your brain can’t think straight anymore.

You moan loudly as a single finger strokes your dripping lips. You roll your hips as best as you can to get more friction. He lets out a proper laugh at your discomfort, sliding his single digit past your folds.

“So needy. What would you do without me? If I wasn’t here to relieve you?”

Your walls flutter around his digit as he runs his finger against your inside. The burning in your blood only seems to increase at the slight relief. “Please, Overhaul please!”

At your pitiful begging, he slides another finger in, stretching your walls. He works the two digits in a slow and methodical pace, scissoring you. You whine and cry, grinding your hips into his fingers. When he curls the two fingers and strokes the spongy spot inside you, a coil snaps, and you cum hard around him.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to pump his fingers inside you. You moan as you come down from your high.

The heat inside dims for the barest of moments before firing back up with a vengeance.

“Did that make you feel better?” He mocks, putting more force behind his motions.

You gasp as the coil of pleasure begins again. “It hurts! I need more, please!”

“Patience, little one. You’ll get your release. Soon, you’ll be begging me to stop.”

As if to prove his point, he uses his thumb to stroke your clit hard. Your walls flutter and drip around his gloved fingers as you feel yourself close to the crest again. “Oh - Oh, oh please!” You wail.

“Cum again, pet.”

You do. Your walls spasm as you tip over, shaking in your restraints as a sigh leaves you.

He doesn’t stop. The fire inside is rapidly dwindling, and you flinch at the touch.

“Oh, are you sensitive already?” He muses. “It won’t last long.”

True to your words, the fire picks up again. You sob as his touch hurts. It hurts yet is relieving you too. Tears stream down your face as you’re overstimulated, but the heat is still there.

“It's almost over. Hold on just a bit longer.”

Overhaul fingers you faster, making the coil of pleasure twist quicker and harder than the last two orgasms. You sob as you near the edge again.

“Last one. Give me one more. Cum over my fingers.”

“I can’t!” You cry out, rocking your hips into his fingers despite what you say.

“You can. And you will.” You can hear the squelching as his fingers target your g-spot, his thumb rolling your clit hard. “Cum again y/n.”

A scream rips from your throat as you’re forced over the edge of another orgasm. Your entire body tenses, and white fills your eyes. Overhaul drags his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince from the overstimulation. He tears the glove covered in cum off of his hand before sliding a new set on.

Panting hard, you come down again, body relaxing. Your blood no longer feels like you’re being boiled alive.

You flinch as a syringe is forced into your arm, and watch in sick curiosity as he draws blood from you. Even the touch of the needle makes you quiver, your entire body too sensitive for touch.

“Shh, it’ll be okay. You did so well.”

You moan, shaking as he places a bandage over your skin again. Your head swims as black dots at the edge of your vision.

You look up at him, and can tell even from behind his mask that he’s smiling. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Rest well, pet.”

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[cosmiclatte28]

Baking! (Yuta x you)

a/n : heyyo it’s friday, let’s have some “me” time and enjoy some imagine with Yuta! Idea came from @yutahoes comment on previous post HOT PATCHED

warning : none! suggestive, how you ended up with a bun in the oven! (your beloved Nami), and of course 2020 was a baking year and I am more than willing to share you the recipe i am referring to for this story! DM me :D also i got a bit too carried away :) but it’s gonna be fun :D

tagging : @2-3-t-i @yutahoes @ailoveyuta

with that said.. enjoy your scene! 

Ever since the pandemic started and staying at home becomes a mandatory rule, you and your fiance, Yuta have been trying to overcome boredom with all possibilities. On the first month of staying home, you two are very excited about having “leisure” time while working at home. Both of you are delighted by the fact that you don’t have to wake up early, drive in the busy streets, and you just have to slip into your proper clothes when there is a board meeting. Considering your job is a magazine editor, you have meetings but luckily not every day.

Second month, you start to do yoga and exercises with Yuta every time he is bored, and he has nothing to do. Well, his comeback is still in preparation, so he only comes for regular practice and always got home when your office hour ends.

Fourth months, you pick up a new hobby and because your magazine company needs to make a new fresh content that suits the situation, the team comes up with a baking page. You are assigned to make the content, including taking pictures and trying the recipes your team made. You also have to do the editing but there’s help with that. You take the challenge, though you never bake before you see this as the perfect opportunity to start a new hobby. Things were great, the content is rising in demand since the world is baking suddenly! You got your raise and you enjoy doing this until your silly ass fell from challenging yourself to a wild yoga pose. You hurt your arms, they are a slightly fractured and you cannot make your baking content for the first three weeks of recovery, but you are so irritated to just stay in front of the laptop and watch your other friend make the pictures and cakes. So, when you can no longer hold yourself back, you plead the director board to give you back the baking section and they did love your job so you won the part back.

“Yuta can you come home earlier today?” you question the man who already wears his mask and has his training bag ready on his shoulder.

“Me?? I guess I’m done after lunch, I only have to practice singing today. Why?” he asks you back

You put on your sweetest smile “Don’t you want to try baking? I need some help with the rubric.”

Yuta’s eyes twinkle, it’s been his wish to try baking but because of practice and the amount of tools to wash and lack of time he hasn’t been able to do it. Now that you are offering him, he thinks he can seize the opportunity.

“Okay, I’ll try, who knows NCT will have a baking vlog after this, might flex about my skills” he smirks and you only grin at his cockiness.

“Okay, you can go.” You push him away after kissing his cheek and blushing when he winks at you and disappear behind the door.

Today you just have to wait for the team to send you the ingredients and recipes. You wonder what you’ll bake today no, what Yuta will bake today.

He was lucky the baking procedure he has to do today is easy. Simple lemon cake and you manage to get good pictures of Yuta’s hands and the aesthetic bowls and whiskers. You manage to hold the camera with your stiff casted hand, but it works even when you look super silly.

“Oh gosh! This is healing.” Yuta exclaims when his first cake comes out of the oven nicely and with a good aroma. You quickly take pictures and once it’s done, Yuta has already cut a slice and pops it into his mouth. “Yummy, I am talented indeed.” He sounds so confident and you hate to admit, his cake is better than what you expect and knowing your husband, you know he won’t stop bragging about this, he might even go as far as trying more baking recipes.

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Your nightmare comes true, once his promotional schedule with NCT is over, he comes home with a load of baking supplies.

“Yuta, what’s all of this?” you ask when you help him bring in bags of spices, butters, and decorating tools.

“My promotional week is done and I have our well deserved rest! I am going to be productive and bake for you every day!” he smiles like a little kid who just get a chocolate and you can’t say no to him.

“Oh no, not every day Yuta!” you joke as you help him organize the spices into the kitchen racks.

He brought different types of flours and sugars, even bought yeast and baking sodas. Oh he really is planning to bake!

“Well, I have to finish some works have fun baking! Make sure you wear the apron and don’t set the oven too high. Wash the bowls too okay.” You pat his long hair and skip into your room.

Yuta takes his time to shower, sing in the bathroom, check the internet for easy recipes and even compare recipes from different websites.

His choice finally is decided on the famous banana cake, it doesn’t require mixer and he notices you have bananas at home.

“Flour, bananas, eggs, butter…” he bends to take the things out and places them all on the counter. Next he brings out the bowls and whiskers and the rest of the stuffs he needs.

“Okay all set,” he rubs his hands and takes the apron you have. Yuta’s lucky he can use your apron well, (thanks to his small waist). “And where is it,” he walks to the living room to get his small rubber band and as he bites the rubber between his teeth you happen to leave your room to get some water.

“Oh!” you exclaim when you see a hot scene reveling in your eyes. If you bring something, you’d drop it already.

There under the golden hours of the sun from the window, Yuta is tying his hair up and his lip bites is not helping you. Not to mention the apron fitting him well. You kinda regret not buying a “cute” apron.

“Let me help,” you grin when Yuta fails to tie his hair. Somewhat in the middle of tying his hair we was surprised to see you gawking at him. He blushes a little when you step closer and take his hair into one bundle and expertly you tie the band around it.

“There you go! Neat and tidy.” You click your tongue and run a hand down his exposed biceps.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” you playfully ask him this when you learn just how “dolled” up he is. In your apron, smelling good, looking hot, and smirking.

“As much as you want me to tease you, see that?” he points to the kitchen and you follow his finger direction “I am baking you cake.”

You lead him to the kitchen, cool yourself down with a glass of iced water and Yuta starts to busy himself with the recipes.

He starts by measuring the cups of flour, sugars, and spoons of cinnamon and baking soda.

You choose to observe him instead of coming back to your work. You’re glad you have saved your works earlier and don’t have to return for it.

Yuta looks super serious when he cracks the eggs and starts mixing them to the dry ingredients. You take note at how accurate he is, you learned about the small details about baking through your rubric.

“Need help?”  you ask when Yuta starts to whisk the mixture together. He brings his bowl to his waist and with his tilted head and angled hand, he starts whisking the batter.

You have to hold yourself back when you see how he looks delicious right now. With an apron, a tied hair, tongue sticking out of his lips from focusing, his flexed arm and how he smirks at you. Gosh he’s the real cake here! You wonder how will he react if you suddenly come and bite him there on his neck which is inviting you to bite a mark there. Hey mark!

“No, I got this.” He winks at you and continues whisking the ingredients. Another minute passed by, he adds the mashed bananas and some cut apples for better taste. You focus on his actions but mostly enjoying the show he gives to you.

“You look hot.” You blurt that out loud as you secretly eat the choco-chips he will add later. “You think I look hot? You haven’t seen me whisk a whipping cream or make a meringue!” Yuta says as h places the bowl down and begin doing the next step.

You lean over the counter, eager to see what he is doing next. “Okay, all set just add choco-chips and stir and pour to container.” He smiles nicely to you, expecting to get praises or just a satisfied face. But all Yuta sees is your side smirk.

Yuta can always read you like a book, so without losing his cool, he checks you up from head to toe. He notices how you’re not focusing on him, biting your lips, and your ears and cheeks are as red as strawberries right now!

He connects the dots in his head and snaps his finger in front of your face. You jump in surprise “What?” you yell, clearly annoyed that your fantasy session is destroyed.

“No you’re staring at me too intensely! Stop it,” he acts like his innocence just got violated.

You click your tongue “Yuta, blame yourself!” you pull your hair in despair when you feel your body heating up more and feel tingles slowly creeping up.

Yuta is ignoring you when he shows off his flexibility by bending forward to put his container in the oven. “And that’s the right temperature, now we wait!” he tosses the mittens aside and leans his body to the table you’re seating at. He glances to the cup of water with only ice cubes left, he grabs it up and swirls it around before sipping the remaining drops.

“What are you looking at Princess?” his playful remarks are slipping from his lips. You bite your lips down and try to shake whatever idea you have in your head after seeing him drink the last drop of water like that is the best water in the world. His Adam’s apple bopping is not helping you at all, you lick your lips and lowkey will kill him for making this looks so yummy and advertise-able.

“Nothin’” you lie though it is as clear as day that you are “eating” him in your mind.

“You sure? You don’t look like that.” He says and then knocking the glass to his lips to take the remaining ice cubes in his mouth.

You nod your head and turn redder if it’s possible. Dang Yuta is clearly teasing you and you love it. “I-“ you can’t stop your sentence for the next thing he does is taking your lips there with ice cubes in his mouth. The cold sensation wakes you up from your day dream and you press your hands over his trained arms. He passes the cube into your mouth and you’re surprised with this new sensation. Oh Yuta and his surprises!

He continues taking you there until there’s no more cubes left and both of you are already breathing harder and the atmosphere has turn super hot. Next thing you know, you’re already on the sofa pinned down by Yuta as he teases you with butterfly kisses here and there.

“Yuta-“  you moan out his name when you have the chance, your hand pulls on his hair so he can stop kissing you for a while “Your cake.” You breathily remind him about the cake in the oven.

“Hm? My timer hasn’t gone off.” He ignores your attempt to stop taking you here.

“You want this right? Or do you want to eat me instead? You really look desperate earlier.” He nuzzles into your neck and gives some generous kitten licks there.

“Oh you were teasing me!” you defend yourself “Admit it.” You push him away to see his eyes and get the truth out, but Yuta is Yuta and he always has his way of making you lost. “No, I did not. You were this turned on by me, that you were having such sexy thoughts in the middle of the day.” His hand travels south and you already stifle a moan so he won’t be cocky about it.

He already plays with the hem of your pants, only seconds to pulling them away and eating you raw there, but his timer goes off and he has the biggest grin on his face, while you the biggest disappointment. “Yuta!” you’re already sounding so desperate, tears are forming in your eyes and Yuta only chuckles, he wipes your tears and stands up from between your legs.

“Oops! My bad, cake is done! Why don’t we try it when it’s hot?” he leaves you to turn the oven off and takes the cake out. He left you like that! All teased up and messy.

“Yuta- you will pay for this.” You groan before ignoring the pain from the edged pleasure and stomping your feet angrily to the kitchen.

“Come try this, tell me if this is good.” He offers you a forkful and you angrily chomp down on it.

“Bad.” You mutter, as you cross your hands over your chest but still chew on the delicious cake.

“Bad? This is so yummy! I can take this to the boys, and they’ll ask for more.” Yuta towers above you.

You pout “Fine, its yummy.” Your hand reaches out for some more bites, but you stop and shake your head “You. Finish what you did to me, or I cannot enjoy my cake.”

He giggles and in one swift motion already has you in his arms “Alright my princess, let me enjoy my cake instead!” he brings you to the room and you’re already giggly again, giving him kisses and playing with his hair.

You swear you will kill him if he only leaves you in the room and goes back to eat his cake in the kitchen, lucky you he did not do that. You both know that the cake will be cold once you’re done with the session but who cares when Yuta can bake more of them!

 And that is probably how you end up putting a bun in the oven with Yuta!

fin.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Part 2

A/N: Sequel to Typical Stark, but could be read as a standalone fic too!

Fall Prompts Masterlist

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and sass, some kissing!

Word count: 1338

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Tony’s offer replayed in your mind a thousand times over, an offer you approached him with first on the day your mission had gone awry. Sure it had been your idea but, a part of you had believed Tony would never take you up on it, sooner or later he’d forget about the whole thing.

It was Tony, after all.

A week later, you had FRIDAY enquire you about your schedule for the weekend before revealing the real reason for such unpredicted prying. After trying on every fancy outfit in your wardrobe like a teenager before a first date, you settled on a simple pair of jeans and a comfy sweater. 

You weren’t going over to try and impress Tony, it was just casual conversation over drinks, not a date. You needed that reminder every so often.

.

Not that you had expected any less, Tony Stark’s penthouse screamed rich. There was nothing ‘home-y’ about the place, which made you wonder how much time Tony actually spent in the living quarters rather than the infamous lab you had heard so much about. Sure you lived in the compound but, you hadn’t been to his apartment before, given the fact that you’d spent the last two years hating his guts and callous attitude.

Way out of your league and certainly not your style.

“So Miss (Y/L/N) what can I impress you with today? Glenmorangie? A fine 16 year old Highland Park? Some good old Bourbon?” Tony bragged, sauntering over to the bar counter, sparing a glance at you over his shoulder.

“How about an honest conversation for once? With Bourbon please.” 

Your retort making his previously forgotten apprehension resurface, however he had expected nothing less knowing it was you.

You were different. As much as he hated to compare, you had traits very similar to those of Pepper. She never took his bullshit and neither did you.

And he was glad you were so unlike the girls he brought back here before Pepper. They’d gush about anything and everything to flatter him and it usually ended with that flattery continuing in the bedroom before he’d leave them or have them kicked out. Clothes they wore aimed to catch his eye but here you were in a humble attire looking stunning as ever, aiming for his heart without even trying.

Tony smiled as you kicked off your shoes and settled on his plush couch, legs folding under while your eyes scanned his apartment interiors, as if judging his sense of style. For the first time in forever, he found himself genuinely wondering if his apartment was up to the mark. 

“Here you go.”

“Thanks. Cheers.”

The amber liquid swished quietly in the crystal glass as you raised it against Tony’s to clink.

 “What are we toasting?” Tony asked, settling a safe distance away from you on the couch, his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.

“The first real conversation Tony Stark’s had in decades?” you shrugged, a nervous laugh followed when Tony’s expression changed.

“I’m being a bitch again. Sorry. Force of habit.” Shaking your head in regret, you took a big gulp of the bourbon in hopes that the burning liquid would blunt your unnecessarily sharp tongue.

It was a habit developed in order to protect yourself from getting your heart broken by guys like Tony, and now it was just a natural response. And now Tony seemed hurt, and you were guilty.

“No, they’re hard-to-swallow pills shooting out of your mouth every time we meet. I need them every now and then. Just never thought I’d hear one on a date.” Tony’s eyes widened on that last sentence he’d just blurted out.

You stopped mid sip and stared at the man, mildly amused at his flustered state, eyes flitting towards his glass to check if he was tipsy. 

That was a first!

“A date huh?” 

“Uh n-no it wasn’t what I meant. I just—”

“Shh relax Tony I was only teasing.”

He stood up suddenly, leaving you smirking on the couch alone while he downed the rest of his drink, face scrunching up in disgust as he looked down at the city facing his large floor to ceiling window. 

You were one of the few people who could actually make him nervous, Tony wondered if he continued to pursue this, you’d leave him too, just like Pepper had. 

Damage control was vital and you decided to break the ice the best way you knew after gulping your own drink in one go. 

“So what are Tony Stark’s first date moves?” 

His chuckle spread relief through your system, letting you know that you hadn’t royally fucked this up. 

“Actually this could be considered my first date ever.” 

“What crap.” 

“Honest. You knew how I was before there’s no need to rehash that. And with Pepper well, we never had a proper date. We just got together and then we didn’t.” 

Tony shrugged, his face holding sincerity but fear of having said too much, some hesitation for being so vulnerable for the first time ever and a glimmer of hope that you wouldn’t walk out after hearing him. 

“Umm..Another round perhaps?” You offered with a kind smile watching Tony’s demeanor visibly relax as he handed you the empty glass, nodding.

He watched how you moved around the space as if this were a routine and not the first time you’d been to his place, how your calm composure actually reduced his anxieties, you move behind the bar and collect the bottles you needed before staring up at him in expectation, making him realise you’d asked a question. 

“I’m sorry what?”

“I asked if you’d be interested in trying a cocktail I make that’s not half bad.” 

“Hit me with your best shot.” 

.

Two hours and three dangerously potent drinks later, you two settled on his couch once more, this time leaving little to almost no space in between. 

Tony had his eyes closed and his head thrown back in laughter while you narrated one of your stories with Cap where he’d accidentally seen you changing after walking into what initially seemed like an empty gym, that ended up in him turning into a beetroot and tripping on a punching bag. 

“Lucky fella.” 

“Ah the flirt resurfaces!” You giggled, pressing your cheek against the plush couch, facing him, the alcohol pleasantly warm and buzzing through your system.

As much as you’d appreciated Tony’s real more vulnerable side, you couldn’t help feel glad his carefree flirty self was back. He seemed more in his element when he was like this, and it had been a while since you last saw this Tony Stark. 

“So no guy worthy enough to deserve your love yet (Y/L/N)?” 

“I would say things are looking up.” 

He mirrored your position, drink-free hand sliding up your thigh, up your arm before reaching your face, thumb hesitantly halted above your cheek. You leaned into his touch, shifting closer, sighing when he caressed your cheek ever so gently. 

A smile playing on his lips as he got closer, breath tickling your face before you felt his soft lips press against yours. Your own hands went behind his neck to pull him closer, kissing him back before teasing your tongue against his bottom lip, coaxing them open. Tony obliged by pulling you into his lap, tongue delving into your mouth, the taste of whiskey, lime and tequila you had earlier evident. Rough hands planted on your butt, grinding it against his crotch had you moaning into the kiss. 

It took everything you had in you to break the kiss as you caught your breath, Tony however had begun littering your jawline and neck with feather-light kisses. 

“I’m not sleeping with you when we’re this drunk Tony.” 

“Why?” His voice a whine, almost making you cave. You opened your eyes and held his face between your hands, foreheads touching.

“I’m not like the others remember?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“No you’re not. You’re everything I’ve missed and more.” 

Part 3? Lol I should stop.

[foreverunfound]

What happens when you restrict too low - horror stories that may haunt you under the microscope 4.0

Hello! This is part of series that recently has been appearing on my blog named “Horror stories that may haunt you under the microscope”. These posts are about things that involve weightloss, training and similar stuff. If you’re intrested and don’t wanna miss out follow me (yikes I know). Today’s post is about dangers of low restrictions - not the great ones that comes more later than sooner - cause everyone knows them. It’s about this smaller dangers that can really affect you bad after a short while of restricting too low. Today’s topis is:

  “What happens when you restrict too low”

Firstly it is important to explain what hides behind phrase “restrict too low”. We all got some nutritional needs that need to be fullfiled in order to allow our bodies’ proper function. It’s obvious. When we try to lose weight we usually eat less and that’s okay. The thing is you need to know how much to restrict in order to benefit from it instead cause suffer. You should never go below your BMR which is amount of calories your body uses only to keep you alive. Nothing more. But eating your exact BMR isn’t too good either. The best way to tell how much you should be eating to lose weight is to check your TDEE (total daily energy expenditure) which is amount of calories you use throught all day on everything you do including basic body functions, spontanical movement, work outs and other stuff - there are a lot of good free calculators online which will help you in that - when you know how much it is you should eat around 200-500 kcals less.

But what happens if you not enough, when you restrict too low?

There are a lot of risks and I will divide them into categories - you can choose only the ones that are somehow intresting for you cause I know not everyone really cares that much for health here (but you should!).

1. VANITY - If you care about your looks here’s what can happen:

*skin - at first it will get clearer. Less pimples yay. You will  probably get more pale. Then your skin gets dry. Not like “less oily nice matt dry” - it gets really freaking dry. It’s yikes.

*hair - no one likes excess hairloss right? Well you might wanna get used to that. You will loose a bunch of hair - the longer you diet like this the thinner and less shiny your hair will appear.

*figure - will you get thinner? Yes. But you will be dehydrated and will lose a lot of muscle in proccess. It means you probably will have flabby skin - of course if you don’t start binging like most of people and gain all (or even more) of the weight you lost back. Lack of muscles might seem great to some of you but I’m not talking little dainty cindirella, I’m talking about flabby small legs without shape. It’s yikes. You will likely get skinny-fat even if you work out cause you will keep loosing muscles.

*brittle nails

2. EMOTIONS - when you’re hungry your emotions at first will escalate. You will get irritated easily. Weary mentaly and physicaly. Then comes more downsides as when you don’t really give your brain energy you can start to feel “depressed” - I’m not telling you that you will get real depression because of that but you can feel sad. Feel not enough of emotions daily. You can get kinda anhedonic.

3. SEX DRIVE - Sex what? You will probably lose your sexdrive (or most of it) because you will be too damn tired and angry/sad/numb.

4. G-I TRACT ISSUES - If you eat not enough after some times your body gets unused to some products. You will bloat more often when you eat a decent meal. You will find it hard to take a d*mp cause you just don’t have enough food in your belly. Did I mention belly aches? God they’re awful. Not even hunger pains, but pain and nausea after eating literally anything.

5. HEADACHES - it’s self explainatory. Low glucose levels tend to trigger the worst kind of headaches possible.

6. BINGES - If you’re restricting too low you will likely binge from time to time. It will lead to weight fluctuations that can make you uncomfy (even though it’s mainly water weight if binges are not repeated a lot or huge), nausea, diarrhea, vomiting, bloating and eventual real weight-gain if you get stuck on binging. It’s common among people who restrict low to end up in binge-restriction cycles and not really lose a lot. It can afterall lead to full-on eating disorder which is living hell.

This post is a little bit different from the others but I know there are a lot of teenagers here (I was one of them back in time) that are easily influenced. I added some tags I never use on purpose so it would reach more people in need. If you’re reading this while thinking about starving yourself/restricting really low I promise you you can lose weight healthily. You can have just the body you want. No matter your age, gender. This is all in your head. Starving yourself is never the solution - it’s just coping mechanism and it will never solve your problems. If you really need to lose weight do it healthy way. The things I wrote about - they’re the smalles risks really that appear rather soon. Later it just gets worse. My DMS are always open to people who need advice, support or just simple talk.

Please stay safe guys xox

[cupidlakes]

hi!! what you said about george being polite in his ad really made me wanna elaborate bc he just is so polite, isn't he? i feel like he's an enigma of a person and it takes a while of watching him to figure him out but one of the first things i noticed about him was how polite he is and it just stuck with me. when he's on streams of people he's not extremely close with like the chess tournament or even wilbur's geoguessr stream he's always more calm and behaves as appropriately as possible, no matter how much his friends egg him on. he thanks them and says goodbye to them at the end the same way he does to his audience when he gets subs or ends stream, like five times in a row bc he might not be good with words but repeating them is enough to show how much he means them. he turns off donos when he can't thank them & always answers the ones he can see in the nicest way possible no matter how weird they are, it shows when he's playing among us with people he doesn't know super well and when he listens to chat for every tiny thing. not that any of his friends are doing anything wrong but a lot of them often get mad at chat (rightfully so) and take over places with their loud personalities and are very direct even with people they don't know well and george always comes off as extremely polite and it's sweet!

my point is just that george has very good manners and i hope you don't mind my ramble about it :))

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i’m so sorry i’m replying to this so late but i wanted to give you a proper answer because your ask is truly lovely, my comment in the tags was offhand but oh my god yes yes yes and i’ve thought abt his kindness a lot

you’re completely right that he is so polite + nice to anyone he meets, he sticks around in calls to talk to others and gets along with them no matter how long he’s known them and i’ve missed mcc lately exactly for this reason, the conversations he’s had post-tournament have been some of my favourite parts of the streams because he’s just such a friendly guy? and there’s something genuinely lovely abt seeing him linger in a call filled with other people some of which he’s met for the first time, enjoying their presence and just earnestly having a good time...even if he gets a little quieter without his friends or people he properly knows he’ll still laugh!! and contribute, he’ll still offer up his time and presence and be sociable and that’s so likeable of him

i couldn’t agree more that he’s the sweetestt to his audience i think ppl don’t pick up on, or more like it’s not a thing to mention how kind george is to his fans because as usual he isn’t particularly loud abt it but it’s in the many little accommodating things he does, exactly like you mentioned w the donos and how gentle he is when answering and caring about fan input so much and also not to mention how he writes down ppls names to check their art/dms and genuinely does check

and not to sound repetitive at this point but he really is especially kind and considerate w us, i totally get what you mean abt streamers snapping at their audience and hey i’m not gonna act like they’re not in the right sometimes but i’ve actually talked to someone about this before and as much as i understand putting viewers in their place i think when dealing with a younger audience a certain amount of care is needed there? and george, i’m sure being aware of his age demographic has never been overly harsh w us and he mostly takes things in stride, addressing stuff if he has to w the utmost patience, maturity and understanding and it’s something i really do admire

george is very good-mannered and just a lovely kind soul all round and i really loved reading what you had to say so thank you for your thoughts so much! <3