#I'll try to keep messing with it but in the meantime any advice would be greatly appreciated <:))

[factual-fantasy]

Tumblr wont let me make my master posts 💀💀💀

So I was trying to compile all the links together to make my Octonauts master post. Things were going well, but then at some point Tumblr just decided to stop saving my draft.

It'll save, but if i add simply one more link, it breaks and wont save until I remove the link. Why is this happening? Is there a link limit? if there is, there's no way I've hit it.

I might be jinxing myself here but my FNAF master post has almost 3 times the amount of links that my Octonauts one does. And the FNAF one still works fine and can be edited. Does it not like the amount of emojis I used? Does it not like that I changed a lot of the text to multiple different colors? Does it not like that I put the links side by side instead of one long continuous row? it shouldn't because the FNAF master post has links side by side and has 99 ask posts all smushed together..

Has anyone seen of heard of this problem before? Does anyone have any ideas on how to fix this or what I might be doing wrong? This is the second time I'm trying to make this master post and if i cant salvage this draft, it might just bag it all together-

[planet-dusk]

☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner. 

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him? 

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung. 

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?” 

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves. 

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly. 

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.” 

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home. 

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs. 

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes. 

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud. 

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest. 

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow. 

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says. 

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left. 

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass. 

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy. 

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat. 

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…” 

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned. 

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.” 

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand. 

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints. 

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up. 

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside. 

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again. 

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head. 

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you. 

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses. 

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth. 

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.” 

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm. 

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together. 

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.” 

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions. 

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.” 

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to. 

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie. 

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[nikkippy]

Kalim x reader | Love Letter -ラブレター (YOASOBI)

Author's note: after chapter 4, i dont know what im doing, anyway your honor kalim is in love with the prefect exibit a is his valentine's letter (who starts it off with 'hey love' ?!! from his first valentine card) exibit b is that he trusts us in chap 5 and tells us his insecurities (? idk i read that a long time ago might just be making it up)

GN pronouns (they/them), reader is the prefect yuu, also! if possible, do read it while listening to love letter by YOASOBI, it's inspired by that song. reader doesn't really show up (might make a part 2 tho where they actually show up and react to the letter or smth)

Summary: Kalim ends up talking with Silver about his crush so Silver tries to help him out (with his old man's courting techniques)

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Decorations everywhere, pillows all around, enough to make a mess out of the room. Some of the animals who'd freed themselves amidst the chaos roamed the dorm

"Ahaha! Look Jamil, the elephants are playing around the fountain!"

Kalim says, an enthusiastic smile on his face, as Jamil huffs out "Kalim! Not now!" while trying to take care of all the animals

On the corner of his eye, Kalim sees a parrot flying outside and going through the mirror. Thinking that going after the bird could lessen his friend's burden, he went for it, warning Jamil with a simple "I'll be back soon" (to which Jamil replied "wait, Kalim!") he runs out the dorm, following the bird

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Outside, he sees it flying to a more calm and shaded place, seemingly dazed, he lands atop of a sleeping man with silver hair and a calm aura

Looking closer, he noticed the male was a friend of his, namely Silver, like his hair and eyes. He tries to wake him gently to not scare the parrot and after much struggle, the male finally opens his eyes, letting a soft 'huh' out as he looks in Kalim's direction

"Ah! You finally woke up Silver!"

"Hm? Ah yeah, thank you Kalim, I must've fallen asleep again" he answers, still waking up by the looks of it "Hey Silver, if you don't mind, would you like to come to my party?"

"Party? When is it?"

"Well" Kalim replies "It's today! Around 6 pm! Think you can come?"

"Hmm" Silver thinks "Maybe another day, but I can help in the meantime" helping the male get up, Kalim says "Thanks! I have a feeling you're good with animals so I'm sure you'll help a lot"

Making small talk on the way back, they end up talking about what happened so far, and mostly, about the prefect

"The prefect is really nice! They helped me so many times and are a precious friend of mine" Kalim keeps going on and on about the prefect of ramshackle "I see, they seem like a lovely person, you talk very foundly of them, Kalim" Silver slightly intervenes, putting a stop to Kalim's excited ramble. Still, Kalim continues "Yeah! They saved me and helped me when I was at my lowest, I really treasure them, they're more precious than any of my jewels!"

"Hmm, hey Kalim, do you like the prefect?" Silver asks to a beaming Kalim "Huh? Ah of course, I already said it but they're a really good friend"

"No, like" Silver continues "Are you perhaps in love with them?" He asls straigh away to a now slightly blushing Kalim "Eh?! Umm, I haven't thought in that way"

After some time, Kalim exclaims "Yeah! I like them!"

"That's nice to hear, do you have any plans to court them? I remember the ol- I mean, father teaching me about it"

"Courting? I mean, as a son of the Asim family, they do teach some things but I never paid attention, I was always daydreaming" Kalim replies with a smile. "Then" Silver proposes "Would like me to help? Although I may not have the best advice, I do think I can help with the matter"

"I'll be counting on you then, Silver! Maan, I feel I'm using you at this point, sorry" He apologizes, but Silver denies "It's fine, I'm the one offering help, besides, I don't mind it"

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When they reached the Scarabia Dorm, both men went inside and organized everything to the best of their abilites, with mostly Jamil taking care of everything. After managing everythin out, Jamil brought some drinks and snacks for the others, excusing himself to finish the last preparations for the party

Now alone, Silver starts out "Maybe you should sing them something"

"Like a love song?" Kalim inquires "But I'm not sure I can do it right away, if possible I'd like to do it as soon as possible, and the party will starin a few hours"

"Well then, how about a love letter instead? You can still show them your love with your words, just in a different way"

"Oh! Nice idea, Silver!" And so, Kalim started writing

Hey love

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[nothingeverlost]

I'm the Anon from earlier. I've had depression since I was a child. I was abused as a kid and I've come very far. I've worked very hard to overcome my disadvantages and for a while, I was doing really well. I'll have a bad day every once in a while but nothing like this. The past few months it's almost like I've forgotten everything I've learned in the last few years. Like I'm the same person I was 3 years ago with no memory of how I got here. It started when my doctor prescribed me medication

that had serious depression as a side effect. I stopped taking the medicine after a few months but it didn't seem to get any better. In fact, in some ways it got worse. I feel like I have memory lapses. And I have trouble concentrating. I've been debating about asking my doctor for anti depressants, just to get me back on track. I've worked with my therapist before my illness took hold on things like CBT and coping skills for my PTSD. But it feels like lately that the tools that I've learned no longer seem to have any effect. Like they were a shield and now the depression has found a way through. I don't know if that even makes sense. When I first started feeling depressed I just thought I could handle it like I normally handle my occasional bad days, But now it's gone too far and I can't seem to find a way back to where I was.

Thank you for your advice. I'll think very hard on finding a support group. In the meantime do you think it would be beneficial to ask about antidepressants or do you think that might just make things worse?

II

My darling I’m so glad you wrote back.

Look at you.  Look how long you’ve been fighting this and you’re still fighting.  It’s amazing.  One thing depression is is exhausting.  And you’re using tools and trying to find new ways and that’s such a victory.

Now imaging that depression is cancer, because we as society accept something like that better than we do depression even though it’s all abnormalities in our body.  if you had a friend who was in remission for years and then something happened and they were sick would you think that medicine might help them?  Depression is every bit as real as cancer or diabetes or heart disease.  Your brain was affected at a very young age in a way that changed the way you process serotonin and norepinephrine.  Asking for helo getting it straightened out is absolutely a good idea.  Drugs alone aren’t always/usually the answer.  We still need to work on things, like the negative voices, or the lack of interest, the little things I was talking about.  But antidepressants make your brain make more things you need or use what you have better,  

Short answer yes, talk to your doctor.  A medication was the trigger for this, so if it’s not the same doctor make sure they know that.  If you only need one for a little while awesome.  If you always need it that’s good too.  It’s no different than needing insulin or anti rejection drugs.

Memory loss and trouble concentrating are very common, and things that don’t always get talked about a lot.  But depression and anxiety both mess with your memory.  You’re not alone my darling.   

The tools you’re using might be fine in the future.  Imagine that there was a flood, and your floor is covered in mud when it’s safe to return.  You need different tools to clean up than usual, right?  It’s not your weekly maintenance, it’s out of the ordinary.

I’ve had some really bad downward spirals.  A few times I’ve had to refrain from driving cars for a little while because closing my eyes while driving sounded like too good of an idea.  I had to repeat a year of college because I more or less slept and hid in my room for most of the time.  My first major episode was when I was 4, and then a bad one in fourth grade.  And then mostly only bad days until college.  Since then I’ve had a handful, but every time I learn a little more about catching them and sometimes stopping them, or keeping them from getting bad.  Sometimes medication is the answer.  Usually it’s at least part of the answer.

I’m proud of you for how you keep trying.