#I’ve been waiting to have time to post this for days

[gojos-version]

hii!! :D can you write nsfw oneshot about pervy + nerd!gojo x reader after they had a huge fight?? 😳 pls pls pls ☹☹

Nerdjo pt 2 <3

Pairings- Y/N x Nerd! Satoru Gojo

Word count- 1.7k <3

Proof read- ✅

Warnings- Mating press, Stupid argument, fluff if you squint, doggy style, riding.

A/n- hey guys!! I’ve had some writers block lately but this request helped me come out of it. So thank you so much for your request <3 I've had alot on my plate that delayed me posting this, im so sorry </3 but its been a bit difficult to do anything i want to do lately. Besides being very busy i finally had time to post this. Thank you so much and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 Nerdjo..save me..Nerdjo..

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“No Satoru, I’ve had enough.” You angrily spit out and walk to your bedroom and shutting the door, sitting behind it as a way to lock it. “W-wait- baby-!” He gasps out, “Please open the door, my love I’m so sorry please let’s talk about it more calmly!” He puts his head on the door trying to hold back his tears from forming.

Maybe you did have enough of your panties being stolen because now you have absolutely none! Anybody would be frustrated that they have no panties ! I mean would want to walk around panty- less???!! Sure, your boyfriend would enjoy it but what if you have to go in public! You sigh in frustration and grumble under your breath.

Satoru felt guilt wash over him, making his throat tighten up and shame for giving into his sexual desires. How could he be so selfish? You're going to leave him for sure. Thoughts were streaming into his head causing him to spiral, his glasses fogging up and his heart thumping against his chest in panic.

He didn’t even realize tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them sitting in front of the door hearing your breathing that somewhat calmed him down. “You’re not going to… leave me right..?” He says quietly, sniffling softly. You felt your heart shatter a bit, you’d never want that. Ever.

Silently you open the door and peer down at his glossy cheeks and puffy eyes. You felt awful. But that didn’t excuse him from stealing your panties. He did it every day! And your previous panties weren’t returned so each new one you brought was taken by him. It was insanely frustrating but.. maybe you could’ve come about it a different way.

You sigh as you crouch in front of him, his blue puffy eyes boring into yours. “No, I’d never leave you. I just want you to stop taking my panties because I’m out. Again.” You cup his face in your hands, and he nods his head frantically- you're half surprised he didn't get whiplash, “it won’t happen ever again. I’m so sorry. I’ll return them all right now!”

Before he can get up you throw your arms around him in a somewhat hug since he’s still got his knees to his chest, he returns your hug almost instantly- wrapping his arms around you as he shoves his head on your shoulder. “I love you, ‘toru, okay? I’d never leave you. Especially over something stupid like this.” You reassure softly making his grip on you tighten.

“So…. What do you do with my used panties?” You pull back slightly and his entire face turns red. “U-uh..” he stutters out, “Why don’t you show me, hm?” You put a stray hair behind his ear, and he looks like he’s a second away from exploding.

“O-okay.”

Fuck you really shouldn’t have said that. You find yourself folded in half like a lawn chair and Satoru's swollen cock buried deep inside of you to the hilt. He only pulls out until the tip is left just to slam it back inside of you, hitting your sweet spot deliciously.

He’s got his biceps flexing as he has one hand pinning you in the position and well… the other has your soaked panties on his face as he inhales your scent pathetically. “F-fuck- hah-!” He cries out, “‘m sorry baby- I’m so sorry-ooohhh!!” He gasps out rambling mindlessly, his glossed lips in a constant o shape.

You hitch and moan underneath him, your body felt like it was tingling all over like popping candy was in your bloodstream, your sweet spot being hit over and over again. Was this your 3rd orgasm? or your 5th? You’ve lost count and you never would have thought your nerdy boyfriend was so damn filthy. “I-I’m gonna-!” He whimpers out and fuck you're on the brink of squirting all over the both of you. Again. The sheets are soaked beneath you both and it’s been a couple of hours by now all because Satoru's inhaling your sweet little panties.

“Gonna take it for me like a good girl, huh? Yeah?” he babbles, and you nod your head teary eyed from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you. “A-all y-yours ‘toru-! Angh-!!” Before you know it, you’ve soaked your thighs, tummy, his thighs and abdomen. Your eyes roll back, and you feel like you’re on fire, your toes curling deliriously while your eyes roll back and shut. You swear you see the white pearly gates for a good moment. You sob under him and shake as you pathetically grip onto him for some stability.

He pants above you and flips you over. “Wha-more-?” You whimper out and you get your answer as he sinks his swollen cock into you, and he’s balls deep into you again. You grip the pillow beneath you as your walls clench and spasm around his hard, thick cock. He pulls your head up by your hair and shoves your panties in your mouth, “im-sorry- fuck- you wanted me to show you- what I do and-hah- think about-shit-!” Fuck. You think you’re about to pass out at this point. It felt like his cock was ripping your insides apart, you could just feel him. Nothing else. Nothing mattered except the two of you. All you could do was just sit there and take it. “A-and if I..go a bit deeper..and t-thrust up-! I’ll hit your-hah- g spot- again-!” He gurgles into your ear and squeezes your ass cheeks apart to get a better look at his cock in your sweet cunt.

“Shiiiiittt” He whimpers out, thrusting his cock up in need and he fucking laughs when your back arches deeper and you let out a muffled scream. “Found it.” He presses his chest onto your back and wraps his lets arm around your stomach pressing against the lewd bulge in your stomach and his free hand pinches your clit. “hah-! I’m sorry- I’m sorry- im shoorrrrrryyyyy!!” He cries out, “You- wanted this as much as I do- please- please! Please! Anngffhhhh!!” Fuck you couldn’t even find any strength to let out a hum in acknowledgment.

You felt pleasure in so much different places, and you didn’t have anywhere to run. Your clit, his cock deep into you, his arm squishing the bulge in your stomach- fuck it was all too much- your panties in your mouth and your head shoved in the pillow-your body felt half unconscious, but the pleasure was 0h so good and addictive you didn’t want it to stop.

Never in a million years would you have thought your nerdy boyfriend who rambles to you about Digimon or the one that lets you cock warm him while he helps you study or have soft vanilla sex would ever be this filthy. But who were you to complain when you’ve come about God knows how much. 7? 8? At this point your brain felt fuzzy and your body felt every single bit of pleasure coursing through your veins, head to toe like lightning flashing through the sky, the pleasure you were feeling was flashing through your veins deep and sharp. “Baby- love you- love you so much- don’t wanna ever make you upset at me ever again- please- hah- forgive me- please-“ He whimpers and the last thing you feel is his cock releasing thick spurts of cum deep in your womb, and you can barely process it before you’re joining his high and squeezing his cock like you walls wanted to strangle it.

Once your highs are ridden out, he slips his now soft cock out of you and flips you over softly. He takes your panties out of your mouth and presses kisses all over your face, jaw, neck and shoulders. “Are you still with me?” you hazily blink your eyes and adjust to your white-haired boyfriend pressing kisses all over you making a smile tug at your lips. Without saying anything you bring his lips to yours and kiss him softly making him moan softly into the kiss. You push him down with his back against the mattress and he looks up at you with confusion, “You still have energy?” You smirk and take his fogged-up glasses off his face, grinding your soaked pussy against his half hard cock.

You wipe his glasses clean and put them on his face softly, “Now you can see me ruin you this time.” A red blush decorates his cheeks, and he gasps out a breathy moan as you sink onto his once again hard cock, both of your bodies riddled with sweat and sore from your previous intercourse.

His hands find home on your hips as you start bouncing on his cock, slamming your hips down with a lewd wet noise with each slam of your hips, picking up your pace faster; internally smug at how his eyes roll back and shut. You study his body a bit. The way his toes curl and grip at the sheets bellow the both of you, the way his biceps flex and grip your hips like you’re the only thing keeping him sane, the way his abdomen clenches and the way he moans loudly not afraid to show you how good you make him feel.

In reality, Satoru wasn’t keeping it cool at all. He felt like he was going to explode. Incinerate. Into a million pieces. He got nervous whenever he was close to you and now?? He had no choice but to stare into your eyes and he felt so squeamish. His heart going a million miles per hour, honestly... he could handle it before. But whenever you’re on top and staring into his gorgeous blue eyes he can’t handle it. It’s like the first time you both ever met again. His heart flutters at the thought but he’s pulled out of his thoughts when his eyes blink up to focus on you. Fuck your perfect tits bouncing, your ass jiggling from the sheer force of your hips against his. How did you have any stamina left?

You giggle at his unusual quietness and lean down to kiss him, whimpering into his mouth as the two of you kiss harshly, getting messier and messier. Before the both of you knew it you were cumming all over his cock again, squeezing him so tight and he’s filling you up for the nth time tonight. You pull your lips away from his, rocking your hips against his softly. “So, baby, tell me about that new Digimon card you got.” His eyes light up and you softly bounce your hips onto his while he rambles about the amazing new card he scored.

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[revelboo]

REVEL! I request some of the lost light starscream story 🙏

Absolutely been obsessed with your writing, i legit have been checking every hour to see if you’ve uploaded anything new. I’ve read probably everything you’ve posted except for the bumble bee stories, you’ve made me fall in love with so many characters, the way you write all of them is absolutely amazing. Also this your reminder to hydrate!

Yeah, Sundays aren’t usually good days

Overdone Pt 3

Starscream x Reader

• Slumping into his chair behind his desk, he leans his chin on a fist as you ramble utter nonsense. Claiming you’d come to just falling to your death. Lies. They have to be, but then you’re turning big eyes his way and thanking him for saving your life and his wings flick. When’s the last time someone thanked him for anything? Shaking himself, he growls. Someone has to have put you up to this. “So I’m to believe you just teleported to Cybertron without meaning to, without even knowing how you accomplished it?”

• Staring up at his scowl, you understand why he doubts your story. It sounds crazy even to you, but you honestly don’t know how you ended up here. The only things you’re sure of? He’d saved you when he hadn’t had to. And that makes you sure he’s good deep down despite how intimidating he is, despite his threats to harm you if you’re a spy. Hands clasped together, you study him as his optics shutter and he presses his servos against them in an all too human gesture like he has a headache. “I swear I’m not a spy. I’m baker.”

• “And I can just take your word for it?” Everyone’s out to get him, to take away what he’s worked so hard for. But he can’t figure out the game here. Maybe you’re not a real human? Just something meant to look like one? Comming Rattrap, he vents when you just stare up at him with wide eyes. Why a human? Thundercracker is the one that cares for the little meat bags, not him. Anyone familiar with him would know that. ‘Bring me a scanner,’ he growls at Rattrap, cutting the connection without waiting for a reply.

• Of course, he doesn’t trust you, but you’re certain you can trust him. And short of him giving you a kitchen and baking supplies, you’re not sure how to prove your claim. You’re also not sure what a scanner is or who he was just talking to. What you are aware of? How massive he is. Alien and strange. His face, his body metal, but malleable. Able to give enough to form expressions and his hands had been warm holding you, making you painfully aware of how cold you are right now. “Why did you save me?” You ask almost against your will and his frown deepens.

• “Would have rather I let you make a very small splatter on the surface?” Growling, he turns toward the door when it opens and holds out a hand in demand. Aware of Rattrap gawking at you as he hands over the scanner. And you flinch when he powers it on and seizes you by the leg to drag you closer when you try to back away. Huffing through his vents at your little squeak when you fall on your butt and he pulls you closer. Your expression almost comically indignant when he scans you. Finding you really are just a human. You don’t even have any hidden tech meant to spy on him and he’s almost disappointed. Almost eager to root out a plot or a conspiracy. Tapping the scanner on the desk beside you to make you flinch, he vents. “Go find Wheeljack,” he mutters to Rattrap. Because you’re still a mystery he means to solve.

Previous

[lunajay33]

Searching for You Part.3

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Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since you were teens, you have crazy news for him but then the world falls apart and your searching for him every second

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

Warning: Pregnant

Part.2

•Masterlist•

Its been two months since the attack in the farm, separating me from the love of my life, from the people I grew to call my close friends, even Andrea left me alone but thankfully I was able to escape the hoard and found a near by farm house that still had some food left, I packed what I could, blankets, clothes, water and food and took a truck, the truck didn’t last long till it ran out of gas and I was left to walk on foot, now 7 months pregnant everyday was was a struggle just praying I’d find Daryl in time to give birth

After lots of alone time thinking I’ve decided that if my little Dixon is a girl I’m going to name her Lilah it seems fitting, Lilah Dixon

Winter came and it was harder with the scarce food supplies, I came across a house with a random dog food can smashed against a wall and some owl feathers scattered across the floor, the house was cleaned of any food that could’ve been there, I found a big enough coat that fit around my belly that would help me keep warm

Months went by and now any second I’m waiting for my water to break adding more stress, but atleast the snow was now melting, walking along train tracks like Daryl always taught me to do I found a prison, for some reason I felt a pull and I decide to check it out, maybe they still have an emergency food supply

I drag my feet exhausted, covered in walker blood and dirt and just my luck there’s a chain around the gate and post, I sigh resting my head against the chain link

“Please god I know I don’t pray much but please just this once give me a break” at that moment the door to the watch tower just behind the gate opens and out comes a darker skinned beautiful woman with a sword at the ready

“Please help me I’m about to pop any day and I just don’t want to be alone” I say desperate as my voice waivers

She lowers her katana and smiles as she undoes the chain and lets me in before looking it behind me

“Thank you so much, is it just you here?” I ask as we walk up to the prison

“No there was a group here before me, secured the place and have been doing pretty well”

“Seems we both got lucky, I won’t be in your hair for long I just need some food and time to have my baby and I’ll be on my way, back to finding my husband”

“We’ve got a guy here, goes out everyday looking for his wife, poor guy” as we get close to the prison I see a truck, a mini van and…….motorcycle, I’d notice that motorcycle anywhere, I wobble over to it tracing my hand over it

“Who owns this” I cry looking back at her

“His name is Daryl” she says confused

“Take me to him NOW” I suck in a breath and she shows me inside the cell block, and I see Maggie, Beth, Rick Carl sat around a table I almost fall to me knees

“Y/n?” Maggie said as she got up and came and gave me a hug

The others circling around with bright smiles but I was only looking for one face

“What the hells goin on down here” that voice makes me weak in the knees like it always did

The group parts and the world stops and it’s just me and Daryl, he drops his cross bow and comes straight for me pulling me in right and breathing me in

“I thought I lost ya but I never gave up Angel” he whimpers

“I knew I’d find you D, it’s been hard alone but I kept going for you and our little girl” his hands come down to rest on my big belly and I feel her kick right into his hands

“We missed you” I smile

“Trust us when we say he’s missed you more, he’s kept a whole bin of baby things he’d get when he went out saying one day he’d give them to his baby” Carl laughed

“Can I see, I’ve been alone for months I just want you to talk to me about all the things you got us” I sigh into his chest

The others gave us some space and we went up to his cell wear he took off my worn down shoes and helped lay me on my side

“I found this pink jumper fer when she gets cold, found these bottles, some pacifiers fer when she cries, a baby blanket that’s brown and pink cause I know ya love that, got ya some fluffy pajamas fer after the baby so yer comfortable, and all yer favorite snacks I could find” he showed me each one like he was the happiest kid in a candy store

“I can’t believe you got all this for me and Lilah, I can’t wait to show her all this but for now can you just hold me while I sleep” I yawn not being able to get a full nights sleep in so long

He got in the bed next to me and held me tight and covering me up

“I’ve never leaving ya again my love, I’ll be here when ya wake up”

•

I woke up abruptly to a harsh pressure in my belly then the bed under me was wet and a contraction came on strong making me gasp

“Daryl wake up!” I cry and he’s up immediately picking me up and bringing me to Hershel’s cell

“Hershel she’s in labour” the poor man woke up startled and got his crutches as we made our way to the medical room of the hospital

He laid me down softly and pushed my hair back kissing me on the cheek

“I’m scared D, I thought I could do this what if I’m not good enough” I cry as they get me ready

“Hey yer the strongest woman i know, ya made yer way back ta me and i know ya can do this, she’s almost here” hours of screaming and crying I finally hear it, little cries, Hershel cleans her up and hands her to me

“Ya were right, a lil girl” Daryl says as he sits on the bed holding us both

“I can’t believe she’s here, our Lilah, she looks just like you D, brown hair, cute blue eyes”

“But she’s as pretty as you, now get some rest our family is finally together”

•

Short one but just didn’t want to leave the story unfinished!!

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[jenosonlywife23]

Under the Influence (of You)

an; I miss jaehyun so much, and i remembered when youngji invited him to not much prepared. This drabble is inspired by that episode.

You had done the impossible before—held in laughter during live broadcasts, kept a straight face when a friend was clowning you in a group chat mid-interview, even successfully lied to your mom about where you were at 2 a.m. in high school. But this? This was an entirely different level of deception.

Jaehyun, your boyfriend of three years, fresh out of the military and glowing like he hadn’t just spent nearly two years in barracks, had an album out. The fans wanted him everywhere, and your show? They wanted him there the most. Comments flooded every post, every episode. Jaehyun on the show when??? He’s been on everything but this, what’s going on?! If you don’t invite him, I swear—

The problem? Nobody knew you were dating him. Not the fans, not the staff, not even your closest coworkers. Inviting Jaehyun to your show, a show infamous for getting idols tipsy and making them spill their deepest secrets, was like walking straight into a burning building with a bottle of soju in each hand.

So you did what any sane person would do. You stalled. "He’s busy with promo! He has schedules! Let’s give him time to adjust!" But the pressure didn’t let up, and when your producer started hinting at how great the ratings would be, you knew you were doomed.

"Just do it," Jaehyun had said when you finally caved and called him. "It’ll be fine. We’re professionals."

Professionals.

You nearly laughed in his face.

Instead, you called in reinforcements.

"So you’re finally breaking," Karina mused over the phone, amused. "You held out longer than I thought."

"I need strategies," you groaned, pacing your apartment. "What do I do? How do I not make it obvious? We have couple mannerisms, Karina. Mannerisms."

"First of all, don’t call them ‘couple mannerisms,’ that’s weird," she snorted. "Second, don’t look at him like he hung the stars in the sky."

"That’s just my face."

"Fix it."

Your next call was to Mark, because if anyone had experience being in a constant state of panic, it was him.

"Bro, if you slip up on that show, it’s over," he said seriously. "Like, game over. The fans will clip it, dissect it, and within ten minutes, they’ll have a thread with timestamps proving you’re soulmates."

"You’re so helpful, Mark."

"I mean, I could help you make a fake scandal to cover it up. Maybe you and Johnny should have an inside joke or something to throw them off?"

"You want me to make a fake ship to distract from my real relationship?"

"I’m just saying, it worked for me once."

You hung up on him.

In the end, after way too much deliberation, you agreed to invite Jaehyun on the show. The plan was simple—treat him like any other guest. No lingering touches, no secret glances, no laughing at jokes that weren’t actually funny just because he was the one saying them. It sounded easy enough.

But when the day arrived, and he walked onto the set with that lazy smirk, eyes locked on you like he knew exactly what he was doing, you realized something very, very important.

You were so screwed.

—

The cameras were rolling. The staff was excited. The fans were waiting.

And Jaehyun was already making your life difficult.

"Wow," he said as he sat down across from you, stretching like he had all the time in the world. "I finally made it."

"Oh, don’t act like I’ve been keeping you away," you shot back, keeping your tone playful. "You’ve been busy. And I—" you lifted the soju bottle pointedly "—value my job."

Laughter erupted from the staff. Good. Keep it light. Keep it normal.

Jaehyun chuckled, reaching for the glass you poured for him. "I feel like I should be nervous."

You smirked. "You should be."

The first few drinks went smoothly. You asked about his album, his time in the military, his adjustment back into idol life. He answered smoothly, charming as ever, throwing in a few anecdotes that had everyone in stitches. You were doing fine. Everything was under control.

Until the alcohol started kicking in.

Jaehyun’s gaze lingered a little too long when you refilled his glass. Your fingers brushed when you handed it to him. And then—

"You know," he mused, leaning back, "I thought you’d be meaner to me."

Your brain short-circuited. "Excuse me?"

"Like, I don’t know." He swirled his drink, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You usually like to bully your guests. I was expecting some tough love."

Oh, he was playing dangerous games. "Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," he said smoothly. "It’s nice."

Too nice. Too obvious.

You kicked him under the table. His smirk widened.

Johnny, who had been invited as a surprise guest, arrived just in time to witness the moment and immediately looked into the camera like he was on The Office.

The fans were going to have a field day.

—

Things only got worse from there.

"So, Jaehyun," you said, steering the conversation back to neutral ground. "You had quite the career before enlisting. Was there anything you missed the most while you were away?"

Jaehyun hummed, tapping his fingers against his glass. "A few things, yeah."

"Care to share?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on yours. "I think I already have."

Your breath caught. No. No, no, no.

Johnny, the traitor, took a sip of his drink and muttered, "Wow, this is getting good."

You shot him a warning look before turning back to Jaehyun with a tight smile. "How about food? Was there a particular meal you missed?"

Jaehyun chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "There was this one dish I really missed. Someone used to make it for me all the time."

Oh, you were going to kill him.

The staff cooed. The fans were going to tear apart every single frame of this episode.

Desperate, you downed a shot and forced a laugh. "That’s sweet. Hopefully, you get to eat it again soon."

Jaehyun’s grin widened. "I think I will."

Johnny let out a full-bodied laugh and gave the camera another knowing look.

You were done for.

—

As soon as the shoot wrapped, you grabbed Jaehyun’s wrist and dragged him into your dressing room, shutting the door behind you.

"Are you insane?" you hissed, crossing your arms. "Do you want us to get caught?"

Jaehyun just grinned. "What, you didn’t like my answers?"

You groaned, throwing your head back. "You were this close to confessing on national television."

He stepped closer, hands gently resting on your waist. "But I didn’t."

You wanted to stay mad, but the warmth of his hands and the teasing glint in his eyes made it impossible. You sighed. "You’re impossible."

"And if you pull something like that again, you can forget about me cooking for you ever again." you muttered.

Jaehyun gasped dramatically. "You wouldn’t."

"Try me."

His pout was immediate. "You’re cruel."

[tsukimefuku]

Life update

As a small update, life happened, my mental illnesses decided to mentally ill me (which was very rude of them) and I’ve been writing very sporadically, without any sort of schedule.

I needed to take a good long break to sort some health issues, go to doctors and take care of myself — I know I tend to joke a lot about my mental health issues, so much so that sometimes it’s easy to forget that I am effectively disabled by them for a good portion of time and that “struggling with mental health issues” is, indeed, an actual struggle. As a consequence, 5 pills a day later, I’ve been slow on my readings, writings and life in general. I’m hoping to come back to tumblr in baby steps, because I really like it here and enjoy interacting with people. As Brazilians would say, eu amo essa troca gostosa.

As for my ongoing projects, as of now I can only commit to my long fic Higuruma Sensei and nothing else. Having said that, and considering I have no schedule, I fully understand if anyone chooses to wait for the fic to be finished (and I don’t believe it will be done until season 3 of the anime premieres) to start/keep reading it, but for those who wanna keep going on this journey with me or hop on the train, come on over! There’s plenty of space 💜

Updates will probably come to AO3 first, accompanied with some unhinged author’s notes I reckon, but I’ll still keep cross posting it here.

Aaaand to wrap it up, I’ll be reblogging some of my older work during these next few days, so if you see me on your dash, you’ll know why heh

[fayewoodss]

The reason I made this post was because after multiple people spoke to you asking you to leave all of us alone, you continued posting about us and crossing our boundaries while expecting us to respect yours. I don't speak for Vera, she isn't even on Tumblr anymore, but the links I included mentioning her or about her also included generalization and vague mentions to the people friends with Vera and surrounding Vera. Many of those posts were made after the inciting event of the controversy of my art. So let me get into it as well:

7. "all ive gotten from this is 1. theyre still talking about it in discord and tumblr while simultaneously saying that u should stop talking about it 2. theyre victim complex is so bad they cant seem to decipher whats real or not 3. theyre still stalking ur blog and talking about 2 anons that r riding u and 2 blogs who keep liking ur posts 4. none of them know how to move on" (anon)

call me the sun the way i’m at the center of everyone’s universe (mar)

Yes, this is a post about Vera, but includes reference to the group of friends talking to Vera. This happened when my art was still up for debate and there were still eyes on my blog and anons in my askbox that I was deleting and trying to avoid.

9. "I’m glad i wasn’t there for them defending drawing the right to draw dream fat or whatever they did" (anon)

‘just wait until mar stalks my posts and posts about how she hates this art!’ so like do you got a rolodex of my opinions on everything because i’m just repeating what i’ve already said about wolfylyn’s art about another artist that’s like giggling at predicting someone saying the sun is bright (mar)

This is a direct response to Vera defending me and, yes, while you are talking about your opinion on Wolflyn's art, you are clearly stating that you are doing this again to a new artist, me. Again, note the date and how even if this was a conversation about Vera, it was in response to the drama following my art.

10. "it is such a big problem all her friends have to join in and start talking about it :( oh but what about the "dogpiling" nen received and how vera hated every ounce of it but its ok once its mar right? mar cant express opinions without getting shit talked in a private discord and theyre the ones who r dragging this out for no reason but mar the bad guy okay" (anon)

mind you this started with me saying we should draw dream how he actually looks on my own blog then the clown brigade had to come in with how they think it’s sooo funny how they predicted me bringing up something i’ve already talked about having an issue with before? i know it’s a foreign concept but the world doesn’t revolve around vera i saw the art on my mainblr account and wanted to talk about it here so like congrats? you dug your own grave? (mar)

Your response to this ask started with a direct response to me and my art. Again, not only about Vera.

11. can’t even comment on art you don’t like without someone turning into a big 3-day ethical dilemma with about ten different side plots. because of woke. (mar)

Reference to me and my art. I know you say this is simply referencing the "catalyst" and "context" of all this, but you yourself admitted that your issues with Vera at the time were separate from the art. If this was truly about Vera, there would've been no reason to mention me. And even then adding that context alludes to me.

12. she’s not other blogs she doesn’t like doing this how admirable what do you want a purple heart or a sticker or something for also engaging in fandom wank but in a more ‘respectable’ way i’m trying to gauge how we should be adequately extolling your virtues here (mar)

The initial reason I thought this was about me was because it was posted immediately after I made a post about how upset I was with the anons I was getting and the unnecessary hate, not critique, hate I was receiving. In my post I mentioned planning on deleting a lot of the anons, especially ones where I tried to use humor to deflect strawman arguments, so when that post was shared with me I assumed it was mocking me as if I were acting from a high horse. I've since deleted that posts and a lot of the asks I received during that time.

This was my mistake in perception.

15. "i brought up a point to her about how she sat and defended nen for having an opinion which was straight up invalidating dreams sexuality but she finds a problem with u expressing ur opinion on artwork that is genuinely weird and now she wants to say "im not responding to u" like ok! i see where ur head is at now 😅 it was never about real problems and finding issues with stuff its plain old favoritism" (anon)

guys remember opinions are opinions and valid unless i’m the one expressing them it gives me +1 fandom oppression points i also get one for being the only drolo here do you feel bad for me please do (mar)

About Vera, references my art.

16. "I feel insane because Dream is skinny he's just broad but he's skinny like being broad doesn't cancel out skinny" (anon)

every other week someone sees a new picture of him and is literally terrified that he’s wasting away like that’s how skinny he looks sometimes broad is big but not big the way you’re drawing him (mar)

Universal "you" or not, this was still posted on the same day the drama took place and my ask box was flooded for nearly 10 hours straight. I still think this point stands as a reference to me because it is not removed from the context of the drama because the context is me and my art.

17. post

I reacted negatively to this one because of the situation and the context, but I agree that it shouldn't be included now.

18. can i cry bullying because it’s them and their entire friend group ‘harassing’ little old me (mar)

Once again, about Vera but a reference to the group surrounding her, including me and the inciting drama at this time. You were still actively checking my blog and my activity at that time, as well as the other people surrounding Vera.

19. and 23.

You deleted these after I made my post. They were still up for four months. I did not get screenshots to display the content of the posts and with how much I had to search through, I cannot remember them off the top of my head, but they were included for a reason and clearly deleted before your response.

33. reading people now having to reluctantly concede dream some grace because of that reddit post because they couldn’t figure out on their own or remember all the harassment that preceded this and put it into context themselves to understand that literally the entire point is there are a certain set of rules about everything and they always get rewritten so that they don’t apply to him and he can get attacked (mar)

#but even with that there’s the bizarre stipulations that he should’ve talked to someone before he posted that <3 like he’s some kind of#fucking child who shouldn’t be allowed to do anything himself gtfo#fandom wank (tags)

I included this because it was posted after a post I made gained traction and in my tags I mentioned how I think he should've spoken to somebody before posting any of this happened and I was the only one at the time having specifically said that publically.

35. post

I included this as it was a continued post about me, PT, and those surrounding us that have all asked you to stop posting and leave us out of it where you continued to post about this "super secret private situation that you couldn't talk about."

36. post

Same as previous.

37. post

I included this because "critique" has most commonly been used by you and other blogs in reference to my art, and the general mocking of people within this group. Prev applies.

38. post

I don't know what exactly you and PT talked about and I do not speak for PT, but in our own group there was a lot of discussion about the discomfort and grief caused by behavior and posts that seemed to target all of PT's close friends. This wasn't a case of us rallying PT to stand up to you and break ties, but PT expressing their own discomfort and unsure how to go about it. Even after they expressed their discomfort, you continued the very same behavior that upset them, disrespecting that conversation while expecting them to uphold that respect/boundary for you.

You do not know the full scope of my engagement in this fandom or any of that matter. I don't know what makes you think that I would otherwise condemn the behavior of my friends if we had dissenting opinions. I share many dissenting opinions with my friends and there is content that I don't personally engage with from them. On top of that, most of the content I do engage with is headcanon related to rpf, fics, art, or screencaps. As far as engaging in certain spaces I "don't have the mindset for," I don't think this is a fair point because all of this started with crit blogs and anons coming into MY space, knowing MY content, and being aware of MY posts and discussions. I am always very open to discussion and new information or ideals, even if I don't fully agree with certain perspectives or issues. I don't think I have to be everyone's friend, and I don't think everyone has to be friends with me, but I try to treat people with respect and fairness until it becomes clear that there was no respect to be given to me. Why would I respect somebody that doesn't want to engage in good faith conversation and would rather insult me, even if we disagree?

The only issue I have had in this fandom has been with you and the way your blog has stoked flames against me and my friends. The very first ask I got about the drama with my art was "Now why is Dreamie fat," which is not a conversation starter that seems open to discussion, so it immediately raised red flags as veering into a bad faith discussion, so I responded very tongue and cheek both in post and tags. Immediately, I followed this up with a sincere and neutral explanation of the au and my intentions with this art. I also received this ask that opened with "The fact that one embraces being overweight is amazing..." which comes off backhanded with the use of a medical term in a conversation about body neutrality/positivity. I explain this in the post while also giving benefit of the doubt, recognizing and validating the concern, but standing by the art and beliefs I believe to be true. There are several other posts I kept up from that time that, once again, show how I validate, understand, and agree with some of the opposing opinions and critiques.

I don't know how you want me to personally respond about whatever happened on critblr. I didn't see it. I wasn't a part of it. But you've lumped me in with a group you have issue with and you've made that very clear. When I was dragged into this, not knowing who you were, I didn't feel like I was spared any offense and I can only speak to how my name has been dragged through all of this.

39. post

I included this post because historically you've lumped me in with this group despite me not being crit, and you've tracked my activity with and around blogs that are crit or crit-adjacent, PT's blog being one of them. Also I have been the only blog using "gautism" as a tag and actively discussing speculation around George and neurodivergency, so that's not so out of reach to believe it's related to me. You can look up the tag, or search any posts connecting George and autism, and you'll see it is almost completely me, with most posts that aren't mine being years old.

43. 44. 45. 46.

I included these for the same reasons I mentioned previously. I understand they aren't directly about/referencing me, yet all of these posts came right after my own direct discussions about George's possible neurodivergency. Once again, I am the leading blog talking about this topic and haven't seen others publicly commenting on this. My posts were directly referenced/quoted in 40 and 41, proving that you and your anons had to be actively surveying my blog, also the direct link to my blog. My blog was the diving point for this conversation and the points referenced in it.

So even going off of what you have presented, these posts, except the ones I have admitted to wrongly including upon retrospect, prove a pattern of actively tracking my blog and my activity, inciting and/or entertaining inflammatory conversation about me and my art, or discuss a situation/group that involves me and my connection to Vera. Even with what you've disproved and whatever percentages that relates to the rest of your blog, you've still made me a point of conversation and mockery, with little valid or fair criticism, in the last four months of me not interacting or engaging with you.

I blocked the two blogs of yours I knew existed and you still went through the time and effort to bypass my blocks to read through my blogs, including reading non-fandom related posts for one indirect mention of you being that I've only blocked one person. A post you had to scroll through 10-15 other posts to even find to then read through the tags. Even within the friend group, there were many instances where someone would post something and it would be posted onto you blog within the hour. Whether it's me, or someone adjacent to me, we've been a constant target of mockery on your blog, not criticism. You claim that the majority of this is about Vera and not me or anyone else in my group, but the fact is that you have posted about me continuously even without Vera even being on Tumblr anymore.

I have received criticism in the past that was fair. I received criticism for my spreadsheet on content statistics when I unintentionally left out Dream's Twitter Spaces and appearances. When I received backlash for that, I admitted my mistake, amended the spreadsheet, and allowed anons to help me fill in content I missed. I directly messaged with Hata about this and had a very respectful and fun conversation about the spreadsheet and fandoms. I love critique and criticism that promotes constructive and thoughtful discussion surrounding discourse. I make the effort to engage in discourse in genuine and meaningful ways. I've made mistakes and I've been sarcastic and joking in my responses, but I've corrected past mistakes and still done what I could to provide relevant and fair responses.

What I don't appreciate is needless assumption and blame surrounding my personhood, and more often than not, that's what this has been and this all upholds it.

All of this started because of one drawing of a fictional au based on Dream Team that was meant to be a silly, lighthearted "for the girls" kinda thing. It isn't my true representation of the Dream Team, and it's not the main focus of my blog, and never has been. I've only drawn Claire four times. Majority of the discussion has been about the two pieces I drew of her way back in November. The way I draw Claire is not the way I draw cc!Dream, and that's evident from the simplest scroll through my art tag. You've labeled me the "Dream Fat Artist" all because of one au with only four drawings of Claire, compared to the roughly 30+ times I have drawn Dream as a cartoon version of what he actually looks like (with the exception of one of those being him as a popsicle and another being him as a cat beanie).

If any of this were truly about Vera, you wouldn't feel the need to continue reading my blog, continue referencing my content, and continue posting about my blog long after the inciting issue. If any of this were still about Vera, you wouldn't need to bring up Surecop (Dot), Dizzy, Catnon, or PT. You wouldn't need to speculate on the identities of Golo blogs and keep track of who owned what URLs. You wouldn't feel the need to directly quote or respond to tags in posts about topics you would never have brought up without having read through mine or others' content.

(If we really want to bring Vera into any of this, you can find reposts of her original arguments here.)

I never claimed you were trying to "run me off" either. I've had this blog for years and cycled through dozens of fandoms and fandom drama and controversy. I've never faced someone who has behaved the way you have toward me and the people surrounding me. I've never posted on this blog with the fear that someone was watching me and reporting my activity the way I've felt that anxiety with you and your anons. I posted my message to you because I was fed up, overwhelmed, and truly at a breaking point knowing that you would be on my blog no matter what, and I didn't want to feel isolated and helpless over it anymore.

I've talked to so many people outside of the fandom about this and how much it has affected me and how to cope with the distress, which is why I took every step I could to avoid and ignore you. But none of that worked and you were still posting about me and anons were still in my inbox every week. I just want it to stop. Genuine full stop.

I won't be responding to this any further. I hope you have a good day following this and that you find joy in this fandom and Dream Team content again soon. I wouldn't want anyone to feel like they need to leave or deactivate for any reason.

I just want to be left alone by you.

I've been pushed to an extreme recently and I need to get this off my chest for my own sanity. I've been ignoring this for months and doing what I can to avoid it, but things have increasingly gotten worse and I'm at a breaking point.

I know there are a lot of people keeping tabs on my blog for all the wrong reasons. This has led to a lot of my posts, fandom related and not, being taken and manipulated in ways to frame me negatively and warp any and all of my genuine intentions. I've done my best to address situations brought directly to me in good faith and with sensitive context, but everything has gotten out of hand and turned into a situation that has left me paranoid, anxious, and distraught. I need it to stop, even though I know it most likely won't.

This all started with my first drawing of the Dream Team girlfailures au in November and how I drew Claire. I understand the issue people had with it and I recognize some of the counter arguments and their valid points, but I think I explained my points well and they are equally valid. I stand by my explanation and I won't be rehashing all of it. The most I'll say is that my representations of cc!Dream in fandom context and of Girlfailures!Dream/Claire as an AU character are derived of a similar foundation but the latter is a fictional entity and not the real man.

I am always open to critique and discussion, but the feedback I've received and the long standing fixation on that art piece hasn't always been good faith critique, and has much more often been harassment and degradation of me as a person. That one drawing has led to an ongoing issue with what I would consider to be stalking and harassment.

Mar, @/cuntdrolo, has made at least 50 posts about and/or involving me, in those either directly linking my blog, indirectly mocking me and my posts, and harping on topics and discussions I was an active participant in. She claims none of this is harassment and stalking, that all of it is derived from me being a "sensitive golo" and normal fandom drama, when it's not. This hasn't been about fandom drama for a long time.

The only time I've directly interacted with her was to send her this message today:

She responded and blocked me, which is what I wanted, but has continued to post about me and this entire situation (which involves other people but I won't be dragging them into my part of this).

Here is a list of every post about me since mid-November. A few links I know for certain are missing, but I was unable to find the posts and two screenshots I had from that time saying I deserved to be killed for my art were deleted long ago. You will have to take my word for that unless I find them, but I understand and respect it if you don't.

I know she won't stop. I know there are people who will agree with her and support her, seeing only one side of this all. I don't care if people like my art. I don't care if people like me. I just want to be left alone and enjoy this fandom space without feeling like every action of mine is being watched and picked apart to an audience that don't know me and don't care to know me.

I've been in fandoms my whole life. I've dealt with plenty of fandom and personal drama. I've never experienced something to this degree of obsession, stalking, and harassment. I know a lot of this may get twisted back on me, but know I've done so much to ignore this and move on, but after this week with so much more being brought to my attention. I cracked.

Do not go to her blog. Do not interact with her posts. Do not send her anons. Do not involve yourself in this beyond reading this post and understanding my current mindset.

I don't want to be involved in this anymore. Stop making posts about me and leave me alone.

Thank you.

[gay-little-axolotl]

despite being interviewed individually, all four gave the exact same response

[remxedmoon]

(you worked yourself to death.)

yeah i wasn’t kidding when i said these would be coming soon. <- haha funny joke marshall. so!! remember when i said that this post would be coming out last weekend? guess whose tablet broke a few days after saying that! so sorry for the delay!! this is long overdue. here’s a link to the drive, as always! everything in this part of the update should be in the miscellaneous folder (outside of the menu icons, which are in the menu folder. wauaua).

unedited versions below the cut, plus some notes. fair warning 90% of this is just ui stuff lol

so! all of this was already done by the time i posted the enemies. the delay isn’t *entirely* because of the tablet issues, i just managed to get distracted by making: even more redraws! i’d say new update soon but after what happened last time i shouldn’t jinx myself. but! almost All of the art for the initial mod release is done!!!! exciting!!!!!!

please be nice to me (silly) this is my first time doing frame by frame animation in… give or take 5 years? i followed the original animations pretty closely, so they don’t look Awful but i am Aware of the jank. i’m not an animator!!! they’re Good Enough for my purposes.

hey did you know that the original teleport map is slightly off center. did you know that. that’s not the case for the redraw for the record but it did make things a little harder. despite that, i think you can tell i was having fun with the dormont part of the map. i would’ve put more detail into the house, but we never really get a more detailed look at it??? and i didn’t want to make assumptions. so that part’s just traced from the original 👍. anyways shoutout to the clocktower being Curved for whatever reason

outside of those, all of the added art is actually just spritework. i didn’t know this at first, but there’s a TON of copies of sprites from the icon set. Basically Everywhere. so those are added now! and should work properly! also added a few sprites that were Missing from my original batch. not going to put them all here, but a few Important ones (which i actually had to make new art for) are the rock paper scissors cheatsheet, the Larger versions of the craft signs (used in the calamité fight and. probably somewhere else idk), and the craft signs for the tutorial kid fight!

aaaand i think that’s it! for stuff from this update. yeah no there’s more coming buddy. my tablet already broke one time this week there’s no way it’s happening twice. i’m not working on portraits Just Yet (though the temptation has been There), but i’ve got the title screens, a few backgrounds, and the ending cgs done! along with a few other assorted cgs sketched out. because im out of my fucking mind. so, uh, see you soon!! enjoy!!

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Expect clip posting to slow down due to irl nonsense.

Also from the 11th to the 18th I won’t have any computer access and very little internet access but I’ll schedule a couple clips beforehand for that week 🫡

[javierduffy]

stuff

[resident-rats]

My heart wants to write pornnnnnnm. Let me write pornnnnn. There’s already like 4k words of sexual tension. Let me finish itttttttt

[iced-souls]

Jk, they all perfect and i luv em *muah* on each of their foreheads

But i do believe this is a side quest cycle going on subconsciously for me i have to say

[e77y]

Survived today somehow? And things are actually going like really well for me?????? Knock on wood

[flitterywings]

lost an hour of grinding in my gacha game because I got distracted by the tumblr boopening

[wildsaltair]

thinking about how wonderful it would be to have a son with Maximus. like imagine having a little boy who looks like the man you love 🥹

[gregmarriage]

editing, my beloathed 😫