#I've cleaned out my follower list so if you're seeing this hello

[starvingtongue]

peaks in here

[oldphanny]

How To Block Terrible Influence Tour Spoilers (Tumblr App)

Hello phriends and phamily!

Tit is starting in less than 24 hours!!!

I don't know if someone has already done this post, but I know there has been an influx of new phannies crossing over from different platforms as of late.

So I thought I would show you all how to block the #titspoilers tag from your dash. This tut is for the Tumblr App because that's just what I use, I would assume the website would be a similar process!

If you are someone that doesn't want the show to be spoiled before you see it for yourself, follow these steps!!

STEP 1

Let's start from the dashboard to make it easy.

Go ahead and press the profile button on the bottom right hand side of the screen, the one that looks like a little guys torso. This will take you to your blog!

STEP 2

Now you should be looking at your blog (hey look that's me!)

In the top right hand corner should be a little gear icon, these are your settings! Go for it!

STEP 3

Oooo my blogs backroom... you should have let me know you were coming... I would have cleaned up a bit.

Now go and hit the 'Account Settings' button which should be the first on the list!

STEP 4

You're doing great! We're almost there!!

Now you'll want to tap on the 'Content You See' option which will be below 'Mentions' and above 'Color Palette'. Sorry, I forgot an arrow on this one.

STEP 5

WE'RE HERE! As you can see, I already have the tags I want censored ready to go but here is how you can add your own.

Right up the top next to the 'Filtered Tags' heading is a '+New' button, tap that!

STEP 6

Now you can type out the tag you want to be hidden and click 'add'. Remember to type them out and add individually otherwise it won't work.

From what I can gather, the Tumblr Phandom is agreeing that all Tit Spoilers should be tagged #titspoilers. I've added some other variations to be extra safe but you do whatever works for you :).

And that should be it!! If you have any other questions, let me know. Otherwise I hope this has helped some people that may not have known or were too afraid to ask <3 Love y'all, let's all enjoy tit together!!

[changelingsandothernonsense]

The people need to know where Josh would and wouldn't jerk it

Hello!!! I'm dying for a Josh attitude laugh so without further ado, Joshi's Top Ten Best and Worst places to jork it in Skyrim Province. If this does well then he might write a list about Morrowind and or Cyrodiil. Under a cut for being very NSFT

The Best of the Worst!

10. Best My room at Severin Manor.

Yeah, obvious I know! But you tell me that your house isn't probably the best place to jerk it without worry... I just gotta remember to lock the damn door... or not. Fuck um... Ah...I guess this would also go for my room at the Netch. I do remember to lock that door. I have some standards!

10. Worst The Gray Quarter

Why I don't fucking want to jerk it here? One, it's fucking freezing, which is already a turn-off. Two, it's a fucking slum where the walls are made of paper and everyone in the whole district can hear you. Do you hear that Malthyr?! I can fucking hear you!!! You're not that fucking appealing! I'm soft now! 9. Best The counter top of Sadri's Used Wares

Yes I know it's fucking crass, but who're you talking to? It's fucking funny to look my now wife's ex in the eye after I've done it too an he has no fucking idea! Yeah fuck you too dude, clean-up on isle seven. I am a jealous, petty mer but I am atleast aware of it. 9. Worst Morthal

It's a vampire infected swamp! Who the fuck decided to build a town in a cold, wet marsh!? I want their number, I got words for 'em an I'm not gonna be pleasant. Like I'm minding my business in whatever excuse for an inn they have there an this chick just sits herself on my lap like I was asking for it. Corruption sees corruption you know- she knew what I was an I her. Flaccid for a good few days after that near miss so there was no opportunity to jerk off anyway. You know how fucking hard it is to get clean yourself in water taken from a swamp? Give Morthal a skip unless you're into swamp vampires. 8. Best When in Riften

Sydari drags me to Riften fairly often to check on "business". Said "business" is in a secret hidey hole in the sewer an naturally I'm not allowed down in the super secret hideout. That's fine- it's fine! Anyway I get her house to myself a lot of the time (unless her ex husband has decided to ruin my day). Honeyside has it all, a lake I can swim in, a bath, a workshop I can tinker in... Look I may have chosen specifically to come in Brand-Shei's bathrobe after he broke my nose out of spite an I don't apologise for doing it. Fucking heir to House Telvanni? Bastard wouldn't even qualify to lick the guar shit from Neloth's shoe! Um...what was I talking about? Oh right-

8. Worst The Thieve's Hidey Hole

The cistern smells exactly like you'd think it does. Think about how Riften smells like stagnant canal fish water and stale piss. Now turn that up to ten an you have the fucking Cistern! No I'm not meant to be down there an yes I did follow Sydari down there once when I was bored. The guild can have it. I'm not jerking it here. It stinks! 7. Best A Jarl's Throne

This is more a fetish of mine idk I just think it's fucking funny to break into a throne room, rub one out on the great big chair an fucking leave without anyone noticing. Ultimate power move in the face of a self-congratulatory bastard who got that seat through an accident of birth. Taking them down a peg turns me the fuck on an I'm not gonna apologise for it! No I haven't jerked off on Ulfric's throne yet but that stupid fuck in Falkreath had a fun morning! 7. Worst The sulphur flats of Eastmarch

If it's not Hircine worshiping witches with a goat head fetish then it's dragons or wolves or Stormcloaks. It smells like the ass end of Red Mountain (also not a recommended place to jerk off). Look, there was one time ol' Sanguine got in touch with me whilst I was with my girlfriend an we kinda ended up in a weird marriage pact with a hagraven. It's not sexy I can assure you. There's just a fuck tonne of beasties that could ruin your me-time. It's just not worth your time. Also there's a group of Ashlanders that follow Ulath-Pal that have set up camp there an they kinda want the head of the Urshilaku Ashkhan...and I like my neck the way it is. Having said that.

6. Best The Eldergleam Sanctuary.

But TELDRRYYNNN you whine! That's a place of worship! You complain. Hey! Hey! Who are you talking to? I do not give a fuck! Look Sydari an I camped there an we had a huge fight over me being me. I left an found me a secluded little corner by a waterfall. Had a pretty rainbow and everything. I was actually relaxed for once an things just kinda went that way. It's a nice place to get yourself off... Spriggans not withstanding. Do not tell the Dragonborn that I'm the reason for everyone in that sanctuary being chased out by angry Spriggans, kay? No I haven't learnt anything from this an I'd do it again simply because of the above-mentioned thing about how defiling a place of power getting me off.

6. Worst Candlehearth Hall

I'm not allowed in here. None of us Dunmer are allowed in here! It's in Windhelm so I'm not really inclined to stick about yeah? Like sure I could ruin something but the atmosphere here just makes me painfully soft so... I'll piss in that cunt's stew though! 5. Best Any Temple of Talos

Because of the irony. BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING IRONY! 5. Worst. Bandit Camps

The temptation's there, I get it. You've cleared out a camp full of second rate idiots and you've pilfered their treasures. You're fucking tired an maybe you found their drug stash...usually you've found their drug stash an you're all prepped to pass out after blowing your load in the chief's bed. Take a second to think because I sure as fuck didn't an now I got another scar on my ass!

That was some real post-nut clarity right there! 4. Best Markarth's Dwemer Museum

Look the whole reason Calcelmo an that fetching nephew of his even have a museum is because of my research. The guy had my favourite sword an dagger in a case which like I appreciate the Crescent was in good hands an all but like also they're mine. It's all mine...I have a possession problem I guess. No I haven't rubbed one out here yet but fuck...my mind is so fucking warped! Like I would! I want to. FUCK!

4. Worst Wolfskull Cave

A cave near Solitude, seemingly inconspicuous and you might be tempted to take some time to yourself, yeah? Guess again. First thing you're gonna notice about this cave is that it smells like rot. That's your first sign it's probably not a great place to whip your dick out. Secondly you're gonna find the place is crawling with undead and fucking necromancers! Look, I'm not the best around anything dead an walkin. I avoid burials like the plague. I'm fucking terrified of it! I spent the whole time trying not to lose my cool in there. I spent all night trying not to freak the fuck out. Last thing I was doing was playing with myself.

Oh look, top three! I'm surprised you've made it this far in my guide to jerking it across Skyrim. I guess I should throw in some special mentions, DO jerk off as close to the Thalmor Embassy as you can. It's hot to make those stiffs angry and I know they wish they could taste me. DO NOT jerk off in the Blue Palace coz you will get caught and they will put you in a dungeon. Don't go in their dungeon I'm serious! Also don't try both in one night because you're drunk and lonely. It doesn't end well. Anyway... 3. Best The beach near Nchardak

I have a small camp set up on the beach near the ruins. Spent a fuck tonne of time there when I was "working" with Neloth on the puzzle locks there. It's where I used to go when I'd had enough of Neloth's bullshit. So naturally I've found myself cranking one out after a long day of researching. There's something oddly romantic about it. The sound of the Sea of Ghosts lapping at the ash covered sand, the beauty of the aurora overhead an no one to fucking bother me! I ah...I don't like bedclothes so the solitude lets me relax and just take care of shit. 3. Worst Tel Mithryn

Do you know how unsexy a giant fucking mushroom is? Why do you think most Telvanni Wizards are older than Vivec's left nut? No one wants to fuck in mushroom stink! It's like I'm smelling dirt an that's bothering the fuck out of me as I'm tugging an it's just ruining my mood! That an I think Neloth jush knows when I'm doing it and sends his dumb fuck apprentice over to offer me Canis Root Tea.

You can see how this is a problem right? It's fucking torture! Why do you think I just set up a yurt on the beach? My poor dick hurt!

2. Best Blackreach

Yes, there's Falmer an Animunculi an wisps an all that but I think you are well aware of how much I feel at ease over things that are pretty. Blackreach has everything that makes me happy. Dwemer ruins, things for me to belt the shit out of, clean water, GLOW. You stop me from whipping it out here? 2. Worst High Hrothgar

You know, I was tossing up between this an like the top of the mountain coz both have the same problems. One, it's colder than anything I can describe. Even inside the building there's fucking frost! You can light all the fires you want and the place is still fucking freezing! I gotta wear actual underwear when I'm here on top of all the other layers I gotta wear just to not feel like I'm about to die of hypothermia! Do you know how much I hate wearing underwear? Do you know how fucking uncomfortable thermal underclothes are? Even if I wanted to rub out a quick one, an believe me I have on multiple occasions, I'd have to fish my cock out from all the layers an he's hiding something fierce! Then you've got all those stuffy old men who haven't gotten off since I was still mortal watching me like they know my dick still works. Mothballs, old man stink, cold, dark walls with ice coating the door. I mean I can and have fucked here, I'm pretty sure this is where my daughter was conceived so like that's saving it from the number one spot. It's just I'd rather be anywhere else! 1. Best Sky Haven Temple

I hate the Blades. I hate what they represent. I hate that they still think they can boss around people in the name of an Empire that died long ago. I hate how they speak to my now wife an I hate that they expect me to lead them given my old position in the organisation. One- I have never wanted anything to do with the Blades. My membership was part of my prision sentence. Two- I killed my superiour out of revenge for my Corprus infection an I have zero regrets about it. They still think I owe them something. I don't! So why is it at the top of my list? Well, I'm fucking the Dragonborn aren't I? No one's gonna kick me out without her following me. Look I knew it would end with us leaving but I just could not help myself. It's the whole throne room thing again. I legitimatly get off on this shit! An fuck me was this one of the best solo nuts of my life! I don't care if Delphine has to clean the War Room. That's my territory now! 1. Worst Apocrypha

The question of "Can you jerk off in Oblivion?" isn't one that comes up often... unless you're me of course. I've done a good ninety year stint in Revelry. It's possible if the relm's set up for pleasure. Mora's house? That guy's missing his section on erotica. Yeah I know there's something to be said for all the oily tenticles if you're into that kinda thing. I'm not. I'm really not into it. You'd think I would be, given my love of knowlage an all that but FUCK! I've never felt so sick in my life! No, I have but that's not important. Why you don't want to jerk off in Hermaeus Mora's house? Simple. It smells like fish and rotting books! I'm not a guy who'll fuck just anywhere an that also goes for fucking myself. The place is disorientatiting at the best of times, the floor moves under your feel an there's strange Daedra behind every corner. I got taken by Sydari's predecessor whom I accedently released whilst I was looking for her an yeah...kinda got stuck there for gods know how long! I was mad at the end of it, took me far too long to recover after I'd been pulled out of there. I missed my daughter's first steps, her first words. It was a fucking nightmare the likes that only the Sharmat would conceive- no, no Voryn actually tried to get me off so... Look, you don't want to even set foot in Libraryland, let alone whip your dick out and rub one out whilst you're lost there. Unless you're partual to having it morph into one of those tenticle things before your eyes. Unless you're into that kinda thing, I ain't judging.

I am judging...

Anyway that's it um...Why was I talking about this again?

[row-of-ribbons]

DREAM GIRL INTRO 2/5 How To Get Started: high maintenance routine (PT 2)

hello ladies,

Hey there! Thanks for sticking around for intro 2, part 2 of my high-maintenance routine. If you missed the previous post, it's on my page for you to catch up on. I've got more routines to share, so let's dive in and make it worthwhile! And remember, you don't have to do everything take some and leave some ☺️(I am not a medical professional, so please consult a doctor for proper advice, I'll place a ''*'' for the ones to look out for)

******************************weekly********************************

wash bedding: pillows, pillowcases, sheets, and blankets; stuffed animals too (If possible, I recommend washing them with lavender-scented detergent for a calming effect.)

everything shower: Shaving, scrubbing, masks— the works. You know how it is, ladies. (btw baby oil is the best shaving oil and it's cheap too! another alternative is coconut oil)

clean makeup/hair tools: It's important to establish a regular cleaning routine to keep your skin clear and prevent hair loss.

clean water bottle(s): Girls, it's great that you're staying hydrated, but don't forget to clean your water bottles. Many people overlook this and end up drinking mold, which can make you sick over time. (TIP: bleach makes mold stronger so sanitizing your water bottles with white vinegar is better and safe and no it won't taste like vinegar)

refresh space: it's nice to do a deep clean on your space/s so really be intentional (I like to write a to-do list the night before of what I need to get done in detail so I don't forget in the morning)

*24-hour gut reset*: Giving your body a 24-hour break from food can have numerous benefits, such as regulating blood sugar, metabolizing stored fat, and reducing the risk of heart disease.

************************monthly*************************************

*chemical peel*: I began using a chemical peel last month and have aGlready started to see results. I do not get professional treatments; instead, I use The Ordinary peeling solution. (follow the instructions to a T if you use it)

Mani/Pedi: Getting your nails done is an important part of a high-maintenance routine; it enhances your femininity. ( You don't have to use color if you don't want to; you can keep them clean and filed. )

brows: pluck uneven hairs to make sure everything is neat and polished.

*clay mask*: I use a clay mask with Aztec healing clay and apple cider vinegar(w/ the mother) to detox and clarify my hair.

I hope my routines have inspired you, bringing you one step closer to your dream girl.

-XOXOXO

[pippytmi]

Hey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful Kacy fics. I've been reading and rereading them during this very sad post-cancellation time. I would be so glad if you could write another one with this prompt from your neighbors AU list: "You live in the apartment above me and your water pipe burst and is flooding into my apartment ..."

The first sign of disaster is, inevitably, the distinct lack of the pipes groaning in the walls.

Kate doesn’t think twice about it at first. All she cares about is washing the grime of the last double shift off her body, and it's a quick enough process that she barely registers that the water pressure is weaker than usual. Besides, her mind is firmly elsewhere; her RDOs are this weekend, and she already can’t wait for the longest sleep of her life (along with a bad movie and some cheap wine to kick it off).

But just as she begins to towel off her wet hair, a loud clank rings out from somewhere beneath the shower. The sound of rushing water follows, but curiously, nothing leaks—in the end, Kate decides to text the landlord to mention it. She certainly doesn't plan to spend her evening investigating.

Then she hears the first scream.

In an instant, Kate rushes back into her room to grab her gun and badge, unable to stay away from the possibility of someone in trouble. She identifies the scream as having come from somewhere downstairs, takes the time to clear the hallway with careful, precise steps in an attempt to locate the source.

“Motherfucker,” comes a loud curse from apartment 512, followed by a few frustrated bangs against the wall, and Kate slowly approaches her target.

“Hello? Is everything okay?” she calls through the door.

“Just peachy,” says the occupant from 512, voice dripping with sarcasm. The door swings open to reveal an…umbrella. “Except for the fact that everything in my apartment is melting.”

“Melting?” Kate lowers her gun, confused, until the umbrella shifts and a beautiful stranger blinks up at Kate quizzically.

“You're not maintenance,” the woman says. She looks vaguely familiar the way all of Kate’s neighbors do, but she eyes Kate up and down with no recognition in her own gaze. “If you're here to rob me, I have absolutely nothing you want.”

It's only then that Kate realizes holding her gun with no uniform is the worst idea she has ever had. “Oh no, I'm…I'm a cop,” she says, hastily clicking her gun’s safety back on and tucking it into her pants. “I thought you might be in danger.”

“I am in danger,” 512 says, “of drowning in my own apartment. Fuck my entire life, I guess!” She has obviously been crying��mascara smeared halfway underneath her eyes—and Kate feels a pang of sympathy.

“Is there any way I can help?”

“Unless you can magically shut off the water in this building, I don’t think so,” the woman says sorrowfully. “This is all 624’s fault.”

Kate does a double-take. “What?”

“The dickhead who lives upstairs,” 512 says. “Whatever they did, they broke my ceiling.”

“All I did was take a shower,” Kate says, perplexed, and 512’s jaw drops.

“You’re the dickhead?”

“I just live upstairs, I didn’t do…this,” Kate gestures to the water steadily dripping onto the carpet. “A pipe must have burst somewhere.”

“And all over my new couch,” the stranger sighs, obviously resigned. “It’s not supposed to get wet. It’s dry-clean only.”

“Your couch is dry clean only? How does that even work?”

“Okay you are in no place to judge, 624,” 512 scoffs. “Your shower has destroyed everything I own.” She raises her umbrella higher, and Kate has to step back before it pokes her in the eye. “I want it on the record that I don’t consent to being searched.”

“I’m not trying to search you,” Kate says. “Oh my God. I just came to see if you needed help.”

512 narrows her eyes. “Tell me your name first.”

“Kate.” When Kate is met only with a pointed, raised eyebrow, she gives more: “Katherine Whistler. Do you need my badge number, too?”

“Well it would certainly help,” the stranger says, painstakingly typing every digit into a text message that Kate only gets a glimpse of. “I need my guy to check you first. You know how it is, I’m sure.”

“...right,” Kate says. “Listen, um—”

“Lucy.”

“Lucy,” Kate repeats. “Is there any way that I can help? Not as a cop or anything, just…as a concerned neighbor.”

Another sigh, Lucy’s breath quivering like she might cry again. “No. My apartment is now a watery graveyard,” she says. “I’m going to have to sleep on the floor.”

“Did the pipes burst everywhere in your apartment?” Kate is now officially concerned. “Even on your bed?”

“My couch is my bed. This is the worst day of my life.” Lucy pouts, entire lower lip jutted out as her eyes grow wet and glassy, and Kate swallows hard.

“Do you need somewhere to stay tonight?” Kate finds herself asking. Maybe it’s guilt—maybe it’s because she genuinely wants to help—or maybe it’s just how Lucy’s pretty eyes go wide when she makes the offer, but Kate doesn’t take it back. “Just until maintenance, you know, fixes everything.”

“Seriously?” Lucy squints at Kate dubiously. “You would do that?”

“Sure,” Kate says, with only about 75% certainty. “It wouldn’t be any trouble.”

(And so, that is how Kate’s night officially morphs from staying in to entertaining the attractive neighbor from apartment 512).

Lucy has obviously dressed for a night out—a tight, sparkly dress, dark curls blown out, high heels strapped up to her ankles. In the aftermath of her living room being enveloped in water, though, Lucy doesn't seem to be in any hurry to go anywhere.

“Thank you,” Lucy says once she has accepted a blanket to wrap around her shoulders, sitting small and sad on Kate’s couch. “Maintenance got back to me, but apparently it's going to be a while.”

“That's fine,” Kate says, and her eyes flicker again to Lucy's outfit. “Were you planning on going somewhere tonight? I can drive you.”

“Mm, kind of.” Lucy leans back, closes her eyes briefly, and the corner of her mouth twitches like she might smile. “I was going to play poker. Actually, I was going to crash my friend's poker game and embarrass him a little, and then probably gamble away my dad’s money.” She cracks open an eye. “That's not an admission of illegal activities, by the way.”

“I see.” Kate clears her throat and does the only thing she can think of: change the subject entirely. “Do you want some tea? I have chamomile, chai, earl gray…”

“Earl gray tastes horrible,” Lucy says, opening both eyes now, and she smiles ever-so-faintly. “I would love a cup.”

So Kate makes two mugs of earl gray instead of opening a bottle of wine, and she turns on the TV to watch Sex and the City instead of her movie because Lucy had perked up when she saw the title, and it's…actually not bad, having some company. Lucy does not mention wanting to go to her poker game, and Kate doesn't ask again.

“I’m not keeping you from any wild Friday night plans, am I?” Lucy whirls around to stare Kate down as she poses this sudden question, likely making her own appraisal of Kate’s outfit.

Kate can only imagine the story her sweatpants and frayed tank top are telling, and it makes her cheeks flush. “No, this is it,” she says. “I mean, the most adventurous thing I planned was maybe ordering pizza.”

“Pizza isn't adventurous, it's basically its own food group,” Lucy gasps, whipping out her phone in a flurry. “I'm ordering you one. Is Hawaiian okay?”

“Sure,” Kate agrees, hiding her grimace into her tea. “Do you want to change into anything more comfortable while we wait? I can lend you some clothes.”

Lucy shakes out her hair with a tired shrug. “That would be great,” she says. “If you really don't mind…”

The pizza comes just after Lucy finishes getting dressed; she emerges tying her hair up, pajama pants unraveling down her right leg as she curses and tries to roll the ends back up. Kate has to blink rapidly and look away before she can get caught staring.

“Is there anything else you need?” Kate shifts over to let Lucy join her on the couch, and Lucy happily obliges, sitting cross-legged to balance a paper plate on her knees as Kate opens the pizza box.

“Nah, I'm good. But thank you, seriously, for this. I wouldn't have had anywhere else to go.” Lucy has washed all the makeup off her face, and when she takes a bite of her pizza, sauce smears onto the corner of her mouth. “My parents would completely cut me off if I told them the only piece of furniture I own is a couch.”

“Is that why you sleep there?” Kate says. “You don't have a bed?”

“I’m…still kind of moving in. Or I was,” Lucy says. “Bed frame shopping is very serious. I can't make that commitment yet.”

Kate picks the pineapples off her pizza and resists the urge to laugh. “So when will you be ready to make that commitment?”

“Whenever my heart tells me,” Lucy says with a knowing smile which means she's absolutely kidding, and this time, Kate does let a huff of laughter escape. “You'll have to give me some pointers.”

“I don't think I'm qualified. I bought the first one I came across,” Kate says.

“You did not,” Lucy feigns horror. “Never mind, Katherine Whistler. You seem like you have very poor judgment. For one, you keep your apartment unnaturally cold—”

“It’s 65 degrees?”

“—then you pick furniture with no sense of love—”

“Is that really a good metric for picking a bed frame?”

“And I’ve been watching you not eat the pineapple on your pizza this entire time,” Lucy finishes.

Kate guiltily takes a bite of her pure-ham-and-cheese slice. “I don’t really like pineapple.”

“Then why’d you let me order it?” Lucy asks laughingly, not with any frustration in her voice, just pure curiosity; Kate can only shrug her shoulders in response.

“You’re my guest,” Kate says plainly, and tries not to think too much about the fact that Lucy has moved closer so their thighs are nearly brushing now. “It would’ve been rude if I said no.”

“Hmm,” Lucy says, and absolutely nothing else. Then: “So this is just you being a very thorough host.”

“...yes,” Kate says, nearly posing it as a question, and Lucy smiles with her tongue between her teeth.

“As a bonafide Texan, I would commend your Southern hospitality, but something tells me you’re not Southern. Let me guess—Delaware?”

“Close, actually,” Kate says. “D.C.”

“A D.C. girl opening up her home to damsels in distress,” Lucy muses. “Is that a cop thing? You just take pity on any stranger in need?”

“It’s…more like I’m just a sucker for pretty girls who call me a dickhead,” Kate says, taking the chance that Lucy has been moving closer and closer for a reason (and hopefully, not because of the supposed temperature of the thermostat). 

Lucy beams, her entire face overcome with shy delight, and Kate barely manages to keep breathing. “Careful,” Lucy says, “I might test you to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“I think I can handle it,” Kate says, meeting Lucy’s gaze head-on, and Lucy bites her lip coyly in a way that surely means challenge accepted.

And so Lucy moves again, this time so they’re pressed side-to-side, and uses the excuse of, “It’s getting colder in here, I think. You’re going to have to keep me warm.”

“Anything to be a good host,” Kate plays along.

Lucy sets her empty plate on the coffee table and casually mentions, “And it’s getting so late. You know, if you were planning to go to bed anytime soon.”

Kate almost has a heart attack on the spot. “It is…late,” she says haltingly. “And you should take my bed. Um, to sleep in.”

“Just to sleep in?” Lucy raises an expectant eyebrow.

“Well, it—has many functions,” Kate says, and Lucy's hand falls warmly over Kate’s.

“I guess you're going to have to show me,” Lucy says, batting her eyelashes, and Kate is powerless to do anything but nod.

“Definitely,” Kate says breathlessly—holds the word like a promise—and knows in that moment she is a complete goner.

(But what a way to go.)

[lifeofpriya]

Hello love!

So happy to see Jack week back again because he needs the love❤️🥹

Prompt List 5 - Established Relationship (Number 33 - Being a shadow and following reader around the house) - if I remembered correctly!

Jack finally gets a well deserved break and reader happens to be off from work :)

hi!!! i got a little carried away with the fic but i hope y'all enjoy it 🤭🫶🏼

The Bored Boyfriend Blues

wc: 3.1k

You stretch languidly, feeling the softness of your bed against your skin and the comfort of your blankets wrapping you in warmth. It's a rare day off from the grind, and you savor the quietude of the early morning.

Jack's footsteps echo in the hallway, a gentle reminder that you're not alone. He's been home for a week now, nursing his injured abdomen, and the pent-up energy of a pro tennis player in forced rest is palpable in the air. He pokes his head into the room, hair ruffled, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "You up?"

You nod and sit up, the blankets sliding down to reveal the t-shirt and shorts you slept in. The curtains are still drawn, but the faint outline of the sun is starting to brighten the edges of the fabric. "What time is it?" you ask, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Almost ten," Jack replies, stepping into the room and walking over to you. "I know, I know, you're off work today. But I've been bored out of my mind just lying around. Thought maybe we could do something, anything."

You look at him with a mix of pity and amusement. His restlessness is like a caged tiger's, pacing and prowling, looking for an outlet. You've seen this side of him before, the side that craves the thrill of the court and the roar of the crowd.

"Well," you begin, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, "I was planning to run some errands, maybe hit the grocery store, do some cleaning." The thought of Jack following you around like a lost puppy all day was slightly overwhelming, but you knew he needed a distraction. "You up for that?"

Jack's eyes light up. "Perfect. I'll come with you. I need to get out of this house." His voice is a mix of excitement and relief, his usual confidence shining through the frustration of his injury.

You sigh inwardly, but the sight of his hopeful expression is hard to resist. "Okay, give me ten minutes to get ready," you say, standing up and heading to the bathroom. The warmth of the shower wakes you up further, the scent of minty shampoo filling the small space as you wash the last of sleep from your hair. You dress in comfortable jeans and a sweater, and the coolness of the fabric is a reminder of the autumn chill outside.

When you emerge from the bedroom, Jack is already in the kitchen, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, his phone in hand. He's scrolling through a fitness app, looking for a low-impact workout to keep him sane during his recovery. The room smells faintly of toast and the rich aroma of tea brewing. "Ready?" he asks, looking up with an eagerness that's endearing despite the circumstances.

You grab your keys and the shopping list from the counter. "As ready as I'll ever be," you reply, smiling at his enthusiasm. The chilly air hits you as soon as you step outside, and you're grateful for the extra layer of the sweater. The neighborhood is quiet, the leaves on the trees whispering as they dance in the breeze. The car's engine purrs to life, and Jack settles into the passenger seat, his legs stretched out as far as they can go in the limited space.

As you drive through the quaint streets, Jack keeps up a steady stream of chatter, filling you in on the latest tennis gossip and the frustrations of his injury rehabilitation. You listen with half an ear, focused on the road ahead, but you can't help but appreciate his effort to entertain you. The grocery store is bustling with weekend shoppers, their carts laden with supplies for the week. You navigate the aisles with a practiced ease, while Jack follows, his eyes darting around the store like a child in a candy shop.

You watch as he grabs a pack of his favorite gummy bears, holding them up with a mischievous grin. "These are totally part of my recovery diet," he says, winking. You can't help but laugh, taking the bag from him and adding it to the cart. His charisma is infectious, even in the most mundane of settings.

The fluorescent lights of the grocery store reflect off the gleaming floors as you push the cart through the aisles, the sound of carts colliding and chatter in various languages creating a comforting cacophony.

The trip to the grocery store was a welcome distraction for Jack, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the fresh produce and the aisles stocked with endless choices. His excitement over a sale on his favorite energy bars was almost childlike, bringing a smile to your face despite the monotony of the task.

As you walk through the store, you catch glimpses of people doing double takes at the sight of him, trying to place the familiar face. Jack notices too, his cheeks flushing slightly as he lowers his hood and nods politely in response. He's used to the recognition, but today it feels different, more like an intrusion on his private life.

You make your way to the checkout, Jack's eyes still scanning the shelves for any last-minute treats. The line for the self-checkout is surprisingly short, and you quickly scan your items, Jack helping to bag them up. As you step out into the crisp fall air, the weight of the bags in your hands is a comforting reminder of the productivity of the morning.

The drive back home is filled with the sweet silence of companionable boredom, the rustle of paper bags in the backseat punctuating the occasional comment on the weather or the game that played on the radio. When you pull into the driveway, Jack perks up, his eyes scanning the house with the same curiosity he had for the grocery store.

Once inside, you start to unpack the groceries while Jack meanders around the kitchen, peeking into cabinets and the fridge. "I'll make us lunch," he offers, his voice hopeful. It's a rare sight to see him cook, but his boredom has unlocked a previously unseen domesticity.

You agree, handing him the ingredients for a simple pasta dish, watching as he sets to work with a surprising ease. The kitchen quickly fills with the aroma of garlic and tomatoes simmering in olive oil, the sizzle of onions, and the clink of pans. The rhythmic motion of his chopping is almost mesmerizing.

Jack's focus is intense as he cooks, his injury forgotten in the task at hand. He hums under his breath, a tune you recognize from his warm-up playlist, the one that gets him pumped before a big match. You can't help but feel a pang of sadness for him, knowing he's missing the rush of adrenaline that comes with competition.

As the pasta boils, you both take a moment to sit at the kitchen island, sipping tea and watching the dance of steam rise from the pot. The warmth of the room is a stark contrast to the coolness outside, and you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It's simple moments like these that you cherish with him, away from the flashing lights of his career.

Jack glances over at you, catching your gaze. "Thanks for today," he says, his voice sincere. "It's been… nice, just doing normal stuff."

You smile. "No problem. It's been fun, actually." And it has been. Despite the initial apprehension of having Jack underfoot all day, you've enjoyed the change of pace. You finish putting away the last of the groceries and take a seat at the kitchen table.

The sound of the TV in the living room fills the silence, broadcasting the very tennis tournament Jack should be playing in. You feel a twinge of sadness for him, but he doesn't seem to mind. He's busy stirring the sauce, lost in his own little world of culinary creation. The smell of basil wafts through the air, mingling with the garlic and tomato scents.

You lean against the counter, watching him cook. His hands move with a precision that mirrors his movements on the tennis court. The knife glides through the vegetables with ease, his focus unwavering. For a moment, you see the athlete in him, the determination and discipline that got him to where he is today. But here, in your kitchen, he's just Jack, the guy you love, trying to make the best of a bad situation.

As the sauce thickens, Jack looks up and catches you staring. He grins, a bit self-consciously. "What?"

You shake your head. "Nothing, just enjoying the view." You mean it. It's a side of him you don't often see, this domesticated version of the fierce competitor who dominates the tennis world.

Jack laughs, a warm sound that fills the room and momentarily drowns out the commentators' chatter from the TV. "You're easily entertained," he teases, his eyes twinkling with good humor.

As he plates the pasta, you can't help but feel a swell of affection. The care he puts into the simple task speaks volumes about his character, the way he tries to make the best of his enforced rest. You take a seat at the table, the TV volume low enough to be background noise rather than a distraction. The smell of the food is mouthwatering, and you realize you're more hungry than you thought.

Jack sets the steaming plates down and sits across from you. He's made an effort to plate the food like a chef, with a sprinkle of parmesan and a basil leaf as garnish. "Cheers," he says, raising his glass of water in a toast. The clink against yours echoes through the kitchen, a small but significant moment between you.

You take a bite, the pasta perfectly al dente, the sauce a symphony of flavors that explode in your mouth. "This is amazing," you murmur, genuinely surprised.

Jack beams. "Told you I had a hidden talent," he says, digging into his own plate. The conversation flows easily as you both savor the meal, sharing stories from your workplace and his recent matches. His laughter is a welcome sound in the quiet house that's usually filled with the echoes of his training and the occasional grunt of frustration.

After lunch, you both clean up the kitchen together, Jack's movements a bit more stiff than usual but still efficient. The rhythm of washing dishes and wiping down counters is oddly soothing. You're reminded of the teamwork you've seen him demonstrate on the tennis court, now playing out in the most domestic of settings.

"What's next on the agenda?" he asks, drying his hands on the dish towel and hanging it up with a flourish.

You look at the clock, realizing it's only early afternoon. "Well, I was going to tackle the laundry," you say, nodding toward the mountain of clothes that's been piling up in the corner of the living room.

Jack's face lights up at the mention of laundry. "Can I help?" he asks, a glint of mischief in his eye. You know he's looking for anything to keep his mind and body active.

You nod, handing him the basket. "Sort the colors, please," you instruct, watching as he starts to sift through the pile, separating the clothes with a newfound enthusiasm.

The living room floor is soon covered in a sea of fabric, and Jack arranges the items into neat piles. His competitive nature even seeps into the mundane task, as if sorting laundry is a game he's determined to win. You chuckle to yourself, folding a shirt with care. The TV in the background is tuned to the tennis match that should have been his, but he doesn't seem to mind as he tosses a sock into the correct pile.

"You know," he says, breaking the comfortable silence, "I've missed this."

You look up from folding your shirt. "Missed what?"

Jack shrugs, his eyes never leaving the pile of clothes in front of him. "Just this, you know? Doing nothing, together." His voice is quiet, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his usual bravado. You realize that behind the excitement of his career and the constant strive for perfection, he's just as human as everyone else, with the same need for connection and simplicity.

You nod in understanding and pick up the pace of your folding, the rhythmic movement of your hands creating a soft, comforting sound. The warmth of the laundry, fresh from the dryer, is a cozy embrace as you work side by side. The sun has shifted in the sky, casting a soft glow through the windows and painting the room in shades of gold and amber.

Jack starts to fold the towels with meticulous care, his fingers pressing the fabric into perfect rectangles with military precision. You can't help but smile at the sight. "You know," he says, glancing up at you, "I've always liked doing this. It's like… a moment of peace."

You nod, understanding all too well. The monotony of chores is a stark contrast to the high-stress world of professional tennis, where every moment is a battle. "It's therapeutic," you agree, folding a t-shirt.

As the laundry pile dwindles, the TV's commentary crescendos with the excitement of a close match. You glance at Jack, expecting to see a hint of envy or disappointment, but his eyes are focused on you. "You know, when I'm out there playing, it's like nothing else exists," he says, his voice contemplative. "But here, with you, it's like the world slows down."

You look back at him, feeling the warmth of his gaze. "That's why I like being here with you," you reply, your voice soft. "It's like the world makes sense again."

Jack sets aside the towel he's folding and takes a step closer. "It does," he says, his voice earnest. "Even when it's all going crazy out there, you keep me grounded."

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. "And you keep me on my toes," you reply, smiling.

Jack grins, that familiar spark coming back to his eyes. "Always." He leans in and kisses you gently, his arms wrapping around you as the warmth of his embrace envelops you. The TV is forgotten for a moment, the world outside the windows fading away.

When you pull back, you're both smiling. "Now, let's tackle the rest of this," you say, gesturing to the dwindling laundry pile. The lightness in the air is a stark contrast to the heavy burden of his injury and the tension of his career.

As you fold the last few items, Jack's eyes wander to the bookshelf, where a dusty old board game catches his eye. "Hey, remember this?" he asks, holding up a battered box of Monopoly.

You groan playfully. "How could I forget? You always win."

Jack laughs. "Only because you let me." He opens the box, the sound of plastic and cardboard a throwback to your childhood. The pieces rattle as he sets up the game on the coffee table, his enthusiasm rekindling the fire in your belly. The smell of freshly folded laundry mingles with the faint scent of his deodorant as he moves around the living room.

You sit down across from him, the anticipation of the game already lifting the mood. The TV fades into the background, the tennis match now just a distant buzz as you focus on the colorful properties scattered across the board. Jack's hand hovers over the pieces, finally deciding on the race car. "Classic," you murmur, selecting the top hat with a smirk.

The game starts off casually, the roll of the dice echoing through the room, the pieces clacking as they move along the board. You both laugh at the memories of past games, the endless nights of trash talking and the occasional cheating accusation that always ended in good-natured ribbing. The air is filled with the comforting scent of nostalgia and home.

Jack's competitive streak shines through, his eyes narrowing as he buys up property after property with a grin. You watch him, feeling a strange mix of admiration and amusement. Here he is, a world-renowned athlete, taking this game as seriously as any match. You shake your head, smiling to yourself as you collect your rent.

The afternoon bleeds into evening, the shadows lengthening outside the windows. You've lost track of the time, the hours passing in a blur of dice rolls and property trades. Jack's laughter fills the room when he lands on Free Parking, scooping up a small fortune in Monopoly money. You groan in mock despair, your bank account dwindling as you struggle to keep up with his real estate empire.

The game is a welcome distraction, a reminder of simpler times before the glitz and glamour of his career. You've always loved the way Jack can get so invested in the most mundane activities; his enthusiasm contagious. The tension in his shoulders has eased, his eyes bright with excitement instead of pain.

As the sun sets, casting a warm glow through the living room, the game reaches a tipping point. You both have hotels on the most coveted properties, and the stakes are high. The air is thick with the smell of competition, the only sounds the rolling of dice and the occasional trash talk. You can't remember the last time you felt this alive, this present.

Jack's eyes light up as he lands on your hotel-laden Boardwalk. He counts out the money with exaggerated slowness, dropping it into your hand with a dramatic flourish. "Your majesty," he says, a playful bow in your direction.

You laugh, the sound ringing out in the cozy room. "You're enjoying this a bit too much," you tease, trying to hide the thrill of the game from your own voice.

Jack grins unabashedly. "Can you blame me? It's been forever since we've had the time to do something like this." He rolls the dice again, his eyes lighting up as he lands on Chance. He picks up the card and reads it out loud. "You've been sent to jail. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200…Wait, what?!"

You laugh at his over-the-top dramatics, a sense of ease washing over you as the stress of the day dissipates. "Looks like the game's getting interesting," you say, savoring the moment.

Jack groans good-naturedly, placing his race car in jail with a flourish. "I'll be out in no time," he promises, his eyes gleaming with determination. The game continues, the sound of the dice rolling and the rustle of money a soothing backdrop to the gentle banter that fills the room.

[jazeswhbhaven]

hello...

❤December😈

It's been one heck of a year lovelies, including this being the anniversary of me starting this blog! If those of you that are still here from before, my old blog was shadow banned and no answer from the help team until 6 months later which lead to the creation of jazeswhbhaven!!!

I want to thank every single moot/follower/lurker/dedicated anons for sticking around with me and being patient with those requests (that I'm still working on 💀🥺) also for all interactions and love!

I may not answer all of you all the time, but I see the comments and tags. This fandom has been a pleasant experience and I'm glad I stuck around and made this blog 🖤 I hope next year I continue to entertain ya'll.

Housekeeping rules~

As per usual, every month I gotta do this just because there's new folks that come by!

🌲No minors following or interacting please, all blogs without content or indication that you're a real person over the age of 18 will be blocked 🌲Venting/critiques about WHB and surrounding topics are allowed in my inbox, I get folks need someone to talk to. However be fair warned about my own opinions that may not align with yours. 🌲Absolutely no indirect trash talk of another user in my inbox as a means to "call them out". I'm not a mediator. 🌲An exception to above is if said user is a minor, or is causing problems that I need to be aware of so I can properly handle the situation/and or block. 🌲Requests are open, but slow. I'll let you know if the topic you send is something I don't write. 🌲As long as you don't bring any of the following nonsense(not limited to these examples): racism/colorism, homophobia, transphobia, p3do, harassment...I'm a very chill person.

Overall: Be nice, enjoy our devil bois, and all will be g u c c i.

What's happening for the rest of December?

The event so far is kicking off pretty well on my reacts! I've posted my Astra character sheet already too. Here's a tentative list of what to expect~

🌲Zagan L-card React/Summary 🌲The new Lucifer card Summary 🌲Satan Torture Rewrite Fic

🌲Wrapping up Requests

I definitely want to make sure I get all outstanding requests answered and finished by the end of year so I start January with a clean slate! I really want to keep on that promise to be more organized with my requests to keep wait times reasonable. Once again thank you all for your patience <3

Next stuff for next year?????

EYE, I am not making too many promises, but I do have some fancy new things I'd like to implement for this blog! I know that I did an audio react earlier this year, and during a survey ya'll were receptive to having a hybrid of those mixed in with my written reacts. I will do my best to do more of those as they take a bit longer to create/edit.

I really like my fankid, Cain and I also love the requests that come in for me to write about him! I will possibly dish out more Cain content and his siblings next year, (i know ya'll dig Astra too (i hope) I will not neglect her since ya know SHE BE MY MC FOR WHB) Errrr if there's anything else I don't even know. oh, so ya'll may or may not see later in the year (we'll see how everything goes for this game and fandom) but I plan on going to a local convention (we're talkin' like late august/september so quite a while away) and cosplaying Amy~ I like his outfit alot actually and seems the best suited for the weather that's here in the south. I may also do Abyssos uniform MC (I have purple hair) too~

Well that's all lovelies, I again thank you for all your interactions and content you bring to the fandom~ Continue to be amazing (❁´◡`❁)

-your lovely admin, Jaze (*/ω＼*)

[wanderinglimeblood]

OTP Sentence Prompts!

Please use as you see fit! No need to tag me, but I'd be curious to know if you're using it. Up to you, though, so please do what you're comfortable with :3 (Background photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash)

Text version:

"Don't get mad, but I saw this and thought of you, so..."

"I can hear your heartbeat and it's..."

"You know what, this actually *is* the most unusual place I've cuddled"

"I'm not saying this to make fun of you, because different things scare different people, but... you're afraid of *what* now?"

"No, you're not seeing things, it *is* a bouquet of..."

"Can't believe I'm saying that a night under the ____ is romantic, but... here we are."

"I like holding you this close. It means I can..."

"I just want to preemptively say I'm sorry."

"So you were in my dream last night..."

"Can you tell I'm embarrassed?"

"It's no wonder I couldn't find you."

"Did you know I would call your bluff? You don't seem to be arguing with this..."

"I know, I know, just please help me clean it off the ceiling?"

"First, a change of clothes. Then, what happened to you??"

"I'm naming this after you."

"This is going on the list of things I can never tell you enough."

"So how do you say 'you dork' in _____?"

"Hello, 'I'm fine.' Today I'm Dr. _____ and you're not getting out of bed."

"So yeah, there's a clause in the significant other manual that says you have to..."

"But it took forever to find one in your size!"

"You know that new ___ place nearby here? We should go. Yes, now."

"Let it be known that *this* is why we remodeled."

"No, seriously, I could never get tired of that."

"The 'it followed me home' excuse isn't going to work here, is it?"

"I will forever associate this scent with you."

"There has got to be a legal limit to ___, and you're dancing dangerously close to that."

"If you're down for it, I would like to jazz up tonight with ___"

"Aww, you shouldn't have. ...No, really, sentiment appreciated, but..."

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

"I have the best pet name for you"

Create your own!

[moodymisty]

Hello, Jordan! I love the stories you write, at least the ones I have read (I didn’t want to spam you, so, I only reblogged one of your Crosshair stories)! I was reading your kinks and thought to myself I might have an interesting idea for a story if you are interested in it, of course!

So, I am a big fan of Alpha (ARC Commander Alpha from the comics) and Captain Fordo (From the 2003 cartoon). I haven’t seen you write for them, or talk of them, but your bio says you are a reader of the lore, if I am lucky enough would you be willing to write my thot for one of them? If not, that is fine.

Here is the idea:

The female reader is one of many civilians that join the Republic military following the first year of the war, and she trains and fights alongside (your choice of clone). She often disappears to remote areas of the base or Star Destroyer to write her own fantasies of being with (choice of clone). But this time, she can’t seem to find her data pad (I think that’s what it is called) in her footlocker that sat in front of her bunk. Not wanting to ask anyone who was in the barracks, she slightly panics until (choice of clone) clears his throat. Turning around slowly, she is horrified to see her data pad in the hands of the clone she often masturbated too.

-end

I was going over the kinks you have listed and picked out a few. I used their numbers so, please forgive me for being lazy. Of course, you can pick and choose, mix, and match. Since I picked them based off what I know or feel like these particular clones are like.

3, 9, 13, 18, 20, 25, 34, 40 and 41, 54, and lastly 72. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

With much love,

Notthatfanfictionwriter

Author's Note: Awww I'm so honored you like my stuff!! And don't worry about spamming me, it flatters me so much to see people people spamming my notifs i take it as a compliment. Lord knows i've done it before to people on this webbed site. ALSO.... fordofordofordofordofordo I love Alpha but Fordo. This was a fun experiment in making the smuttiness in the form of daydreams/thoughts, rather than actually happening. I hope you and everyone else enjoys the style change. I've also never written for Fordo before, so I hope it's ok...;

Relationships: Fordo/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), a tiny reference to Face fucking, a tiny bit of dirty talking/voice kink, daydreaming,

''You're going to shoot yourself in the foot one day, if you keep whipping your blasters around like that."

Packing up your rifle in it's case, you look over to the clones beside you; Oone of whom was playing around with his blasters in a way that was a bit too reckless for your liking. He gives you a bit of a dirty look, while one of the other clones in his group claps his hands together and prays: 'Please let that happen please, that would be hilarious'.

His reaction makes you let out a chuff of air as a laugh, while his friend basks in his irritation. Turning away, you call the target plate you'd been using back to you, so you can clean and finish up. It's absolutely full of holes and well used, throwing it in the trash now that you're done training on it.

Maybe it would be a stretch to call it training however; As it's more just keeping yourself entertained and from getting even the tiniest bit rusty. Hyperspace is boring, especially when there isn't much to entertain yourself on a ship this large. At least planet side on base, you have some fresh air and maybe if you're lucky, you'll see a rare animal or two.

Taking your rifle case and leaving the practice range, it's a struggle to not let all the white and grey of the walls, ceiling, and floors, all blend into a blurry mess. It's quite late and the ships lights are dimmed slightly lower, in a way to poorly simulate a regular day night cycle. As such, it's late. You don't know how many hours it's been since you've last gotten some rest, but it's long enough that you're going to make a straight line right to your tiny little broom closet of a room, and lay down.

"You're going somewhere fast,"

You only look up one you realize they're speaking to you, seeing familiar red painted armor. One of Fordo's men, judging by the particular markings. His standing guard at his station at the crossroads of two hallways, the other person that should be with him seems to be missing from his post at the moment.

"Got bored at the range, and no one's roped me into training against yet. So I'm gonna try and get some shut eye." The trooper nods, his one note chuckle distorted ever so slightly be the reverb of his helmet.

"Don't let me keep you." You wouldn't mind having a chat but, unfortunately your thin, cold bed is a bit more tempting at the moment.

"Tell Fordo I said hi?" His hands shift on his rifle, nodding. "Will do. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear it." Nodding you take your leave, not keeping the trooper from his duties any longer.

While it can admittedly be a bit lonely at times being one of a few civilian fighters aboard a vessel full to the brim with clones, but at least you have your barracks to get away from it sometimes. A nice part about it being that only half of the beds in it have actually been claimed, and with the ship's work rotations always moving, it's not uncommon for you to be completely alone at times.

Punching in the code and entering once again it seems everyone's gone, at least until someone has the same idea as you to steal a little time for yourself. On a Venator class ship you're always on call, but at least for this moment, you're free. It probably won't last long at all but at least you can enjoy this moment of freedom, for as long as you have it.

Grabbing your personal datapad from your locker you decide that in your rare moment you'd work on a bit of a personal hobby. Maybe you can write a little bit before you get too tired to keep your eyes open.

It's more a guilty pleasure than anything; Some self indulgence during a phase where you have little to no time to yourself.

None of this will ever, ever see any eyes beyond yours, as it's meant just for you to enjoy.

It would be mortifying for anyone to lay eyes on it, just in general, let alone if they realized the main male character served as little more than a fog over what was pretty much Fordo down to the atom.

Gods, you were inconsolable. In the dark writing dirty little stories about you and the man you're infatuated with, your commanding officer, you might as well hide under the covers and sneak around as if trying not to get caught.

Opening the current thing you've been toiling away on you read all the way to where you had previously stopped; Right before things were starting to get good. Biting the inside of your cheek your fingers slowly type, trying to put your sordid thoughts to words.

The heat of your breath brushes over the harsh material of his armor, almost fogging it. You can feel his gloved hand on you, cradling the crown of your head with a firm pressure. He keeps that pressure, ever increasing, until your lips drag against the fabric of his flightsuit. The waterline of your bottom lip touches the fabric just for a moment, leaving a tiny darkened stain of spit.

The room has been nearly silent other than two sets of gentle breathes, but when he finally does speak, the deep rumble of his voice cuts through the still air like a vibroknife. It makes your thighs tense, pressing together as you feel the thumb of your heart beat in your cunt.

"Take it off for me. Or do you like the feeling?"

He doesn't have a name, but whenever you imagine him- it's always Fordo. It's so desperate and almost pathetic, but at least you keep your thoughts jotted down here instead of making a fool of yourself in the field.

Clumsy hands freeing his cock from the fabric you can feel the heat of it against your face; Against your lips as your wrap them around the tip. That unique taste, tongue against the head of his cock. His hand doesn't shove your head down to gag on him, but instead just serves as a weight, firm guidance as your lips slide down towards the base.

He keeps it slow, steady listening to the way your mouth makes the wettest, lewdest sounds as his hips twitch upward towards your mouth. He's only a small bit of pressure away from taking complete control, his chest rising and falling faster as he lets out a groan.

"Kriff; Come on, you can take a bit more. I know you can."

You know Fordo isn't talkative. He often times rarely if ever speaks until he absolutely has to. Would that change when he's exposed like this? Or would he continue to be a stalwart, silent man- peering down at you between his thighs?

Neither option is less preferable, but it's impossible to deny the desire to have your Commander 'command' you. That stern voice, maybe distorted by the echo of his helmet, or perhaps not, telling you in intimate detail what he wants you to do to him. Or what he wants to do to you.

Your mouth takes as much of him as you possibly can, the wet heat of your mouth pulling a low, shaking groan from him. Suddenly however he grips your hair and begins to pull you off of his cock, looking down at little stains of spit that dot either corner of your mouth.

"Enough of that. On the desk."

You can't resist the way your thighs press together just a little bit more at the ghostly voice of Fordo in your head saying such things.

Not as if there was ever a single bit of hesitation in your mind, you quickly come up off your knees, standing in front of him in the small space between his chair and the desk. With one hop you move to sit on it and watch as he stands, filling the space between your thighs. His hips force them to spread wider, hands moving to grip your hips and pull you close enough that you teeter just on the edge, grinding against him. You can feel the weight of his cock against your thigh, slick with your own spit.

His own hand lines himself up with your entrance, the other still harshly gripping your hip as he slowly, slowly-

Suddenly, a voice interrupts you from your thoughts before you can continue with them.

"Captain Fordo is requesting you in his quarters. Something about your next mission."

Your head suddenly turns on a swivel, only to see a trooper standing in the doorway of your small barracks. He's delivered his order and takes his leave before you even have a chance to recover from your surprise.

You have to go, as much as you might want to finish up what you'd been in the middle of. You decide to just roughly jot down the rest of what's in your mind, just so you don't forget.

Throwing your legs off the side of the bunk they hit the ground with a soft thud. You've been there multiple times, but not for anything close to the lewdness you think up when it's late. He's probably just going to update you on some innocuous report, before then dismissing you. As much as you would hope it would be a little bit more exciting.

Arriving and opening the door to his quarters it's the exact same as the last time you'd been here; Sparce and devoid of anything beyond the bare necessities. Not uncommon, for clone quarters. Fordo is standing close to the small desk towards the side of the room, looking up when he notices you. The way he perks up slightly isn't lost on you, though he presumably is just surprised to see you here so quickly.

And in usual nature for Fordo, he's right to the point.

"We're exiting hyperspace soon. When we drop planetside, I'd like you to take sniper support. Since our usual is still in the medbay."

Seems simple enough. You nod, making a mental note to give your rifle a once over before you head out. Not that it needs it, but you enjoy the peace of mind the action gives you. Better safe then sorry.

"Sure thing. I'll be ready by then."

He expects no less than that from you, and you haven't let him down once yet. He watches you leave, the door closing behind you. He has no need to lock it, so instead he sits back down in his chair, leaning back ever so slightly. Dark brown eyes glance to the left, and notice something unfamiliar resting on the corner of the desk.

She left her datapad here? Picking it up Fordo glances over the unlocked screen, before deciding to take a look. He doesn't really see any innate harm from it, until he starts reading and realizes just what he's gotten into.

The flush of her skin, it feels so hot to the touch it might almost boil. His cock feels almost in her stomach, impossibly deep and stretching her perfectly. Every move he makes the sound of skin on armor echoes in the small, cold confines of the room, now filled with the scent of sex.

He's rough; You feel any harder and he's going to leave marks. On your hips, thighs, the way his teeth scrape against the exposed skin of your neck.

Fordo in all his stalwart nature falters, reading the lewd words you'd written up and feels his face getting a bit hot.

The edge of the desk digging into your stomach it's impossible not to hear the way it groans until the battering it's taking, as he fucks you almost into the desk itself. Your hands grip the edge like it's a lifeline, toes curling in your boots as you feel your own wet arousal slick against your outer lips and almost leaking down your inner thighs.

"F-For-" A rough thrust of his hips cuts off your words before you even have a chance to speak them. Your legs tighten around him even has the edges of his armor rub uncomfortably against your skin, but you're too foggy minded by the way he's fucking you to care in the slightest.

You'd slipped up; And while you'd avoided using any names through hundreds, even thousands of words, you forgot and habitually wrote his name in once.

It's... Enlightening.

Fordo has long thought his secret affections for you were largely nonsense and had relegated them to a secured lockbox at the back of his head, so to see that it seems to go both ways, he's nervous but, hopeful.

He keeps reading, and soon finds himself immersed in your daydreams like they're his own.

You get back to your barracks in record time, still apt to finish your little daydream before you have to purge it from your mind again. The light flicks on the moment it sees motion, walking in the direction of your bunk. But when you reach to grab your datapad and get back to your little moment of self indulgence, you notice that it's nowhere to be seen.

Oh shit.

Where is it? You swore you'd left it here when you had gone to talk to Fordo, but then you remember that it had been in your hands, and the only option is that you'd left it behind in his quarters.

Which is an actual nightmare scenario, considering what is on it. There's more than a fair share of things you'd never want anyone to see, let alone him. You just hope you can get it back, before he gets a little bit curious. As no matter how cut and by the rules Fordo is, curiosity is a tempting beast.

Bursting off the bunk you quickly race down the halls backtracking all the way to Fordo, where you quickly open the still unlocked door. Once you do, you see the red paint of his armor, along with something in his hands. It seems like your nightmare has come true, even as you speak as if attempting to see that you've misread what is happening in front of you.

"Fordo? What are you-" He gets up from his seat, still holding the piece of technology in his hands.

"You left this behind." Your entire body freezes up. You can tell by the way he isn't exactly meeting your gaze that he absolutely saw what was on it, at minimum what you were currently working on. Gently taking it from his hands you hold it close, pursing your lips.

"You are a very good writer. At least, as far as my experience goes." Fordo hasn't exactly had the time to read to many things beyond reports in his time.

He, decides not to bring up where he'd glossed over his name, but instead uses it as fuel to say something he'd been hoping to gather up the courage to do for quite awhile.

He'll have to keep it a secret but; Kriff it. He wants a day off. With you.

"When we're back planet side, how about we get a drink." You're still wide eyed holding your datapad close, but can't help but nod.

Well, this all turned out a bit different than you'd expected. Not that you're complaining.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."

[study-like-you-mean-it]

New Year's Resolutions for People who Already Have Too Much on their Plate

Something I've learned over the past few years, but particularly this year, is that I have a habit of taking on way too many projects when they don't seem to be that time-consuming, and then getting pulled under completely when they ramp up. Knowing the motivation of the people who follow my posts (big hello to all my baby Oxbridge undergrads from someone who's now out the other side and doing a Cambridge MPhil), I thought some resolutions for people who don't have the time to take on any more habits or projects might be of use!

Take time every day to be in the moment It's really easy to get stuck in a routine where you get up, power through the things you need to do, stick yourself into work, eat your lunch as quickly as possible, and then go back into work without giving yourself a time to just be. Find a moment during the day, and just take that moment to completely disconnect from everything and just focus on that one thing. Some people really enjoy doing this at mealtimes- I personally can't do this because I really don't like just focusing on eating for various reasons, so I choose instead to just make sure that every time I shower I just focus on the ritual of getting myself clean, and then moisturising and taking care of my hair. It's not because I'm particularly bothered about my appearance, but because showering won't go faster if I'm thinking about work or letting my thoughts wander. Sometimes (not always) I also just think about a handful of things I'm grateful for while I'm doing this, to remind myself that although I'm constantly chasing new goals, I've achieved a hell of a lot along the way. Have an experiment for when a good moment is to do this in your own routine (either when showering, eating, exercising, etc)

Stop adding things to your to do list! I'm absolutely criminal about this- when something new crops up, I just go "oh I'll add it to the list of things I need to get done today," and I never end up getting everything on my list done. Either have a master to-do list and a separate daily to-do list (it's important that it's separate!) where you take things off the master list to do each day, or just put that thing to do on another day and keep yourself to a maximum number of things to do. If you finish your list, great! Enjoy the free time. You don't have to be doing things nonstop to be worth something, and often setting boundaries like this will help you be more productive.

Set yourself working hours It doesn't matter if you have an actual job or not- I started doing this when I was 19 as a second year by giving myself a starting time that accounted for either getting back from training or having a small lie in, and it meant that I actually had time to do the things that I valued- now I'm just doing a master's thesis, I can also give myself weekends off, which is massively helpful for my motivation during the week

Make that date with that friend You know you've been putting off loads of coffees or drinks or whatever with individual friends because you're too busy with work. Newsflash (which I think everyone has learned or will learn the hard way): if you say you're always busy, people will stop asking. Likewise, if you spend your entire time waiting to be asked, you'll find yourself disappointed- what is the person on the other end doing but reaching out instead of waiting? Don't be passive- do it, even if it takes an hour of your time. If someone you've been meaning to see asks to hang out, make it a priority. Your life is just as important as your work, and you need to feed both soul and mind (not to be too cliché)

Sort your projects into tiers Previously, I've been very guilty of assuming that everything I do is equally important, but that's never been the case. Coursework submitted for a grade, for example, is more important than work that you've just submitted for a supervision that will be marked but not submitted for a grade. Things shift priority, but having a mental tier list is super useful in terms of thinking about where you're going to be allocating your time and energy. For my thesis, I've broken it down into a group of things (literature review, experiments, stats, machine learning, writeup) that are shifting priority- experiments was super important for me to get finished before Christmas so the lit review took a backseat, but now I've finished them I can focus back on the lit review. I've also got my side-projects in a tier as well- my tutoring job rose a bit over the holidays because I needed a bit of cash, and so did one of the two books I'm editing because we needed to prepare to go to print; now both are done and any further work on those is back on the lowest tier. Not everything needs your whole heart and soul thrown into it at all times.

Find a non-competitive hobby I think busy people are absolutely the most guilty of finding ways to spend their free time that involve pushing themselves to their absolute limits, just not for work. I've been rowing since 2018 now, and my focus for it has always been to push myself and compete, and that's fine, but it can't be the only thing I do with my free time. Choral singing is something I also do in my free time, and from 2011-2018 I was competitive as I was being prepped to potentially go to a conservatoire. The current choir I'm in gives me space to grow and improve, but I'm not pushing myself to my limit every week- I enjoy the new pieces, but ultimately I just like being musical. Same goes for the odd times I play the cello when my college orchestra or a student musical is looking for a spare cellist- it's not something I'm looking necessarily to be the best at, it's just something I enjoy. On top of that, there's the things I do without the intention of ever trying to improve (with the assumption that the improvements will just come the more I do them)- this category includes cooking nice things, doing crosswords, and running. I'm not built as a runner- I have terrible knees and I'm built like someone who spends their spare time carrying around boats. I'm not looking to race anyone, and I'm not really even looking to get faster- I just enjoy getting out and running sometimes. Point is, you can have things outside of work that you compete in, but you need things that you enjoy doing and can improve in, as well as things you're not good at but enjoy. Don't let everything be ruled by perfectionism (sometimes it's ok to be crap at things!)

My mantra for this year is going to be how you do anything is how you do everything - think about what this means for you, and what you'd like to achieve. Do everything deliberately, and make sure you leave space for yourself in there.

Happy New Year!

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hello! Can you please write something based on meme number 5 with David? Pretty, pretty please ❤️

Haha yes!!!!

(Also sorry this took me a few days, I've been dealing with a serious headache that would not let up.)

Request # 1

Pictures NOT mine.

📝Note(s) - Text in blue and pink is texting with David, David's blue, readers pink.

⚠️Warning(s) - None.

This link will take you to the list of memes to pick from. (only 20 for now)

Year posted - 2022

While the boys were out hunting, (Y/n) hung back at the cave, having decided the cave could really use some spring cleaning. And in the midst of cleaning up the clothes scattered around the cave, (Y/n) came across David's infamous coat, the coat he "lost" like two months ago. "I found something you've been missing." (Y/n) shot her lover the text, with a picture of his coat attached, and not five minutes later her phone chimed with a new text message. "Good job kitten, where did you find it?" She chuckled as she typed out her response. "Completely buried under Paul and Markos clothes pile they insist on having." She grinned, knowing he would be annoyed with their pack mates. "Those fuckers, I told them to make sure it didn't get lost in there!" David sent back, making (Y/n) giggle as she slipped the coat on, snapping a quick shot. "Mind if I wear it for the rest of the night? I wanna come out for a quick meal, before I miss my chance to feed for the night." (Y/n) sent the picture and waited patiently for his response. "Of course you can kitten." He responded, quickly followed up by another text. "That means you're special." He added, making (Y/n) snort with laughter. "Duh I'm your wife." She sent back as she got herself ready to go out. "Mmmmmm say that again." The first text popped up. "But more aggressive." Immediately followed it, making (Y/n) smirk to herself. "BITCH I'M YOUR WIFE!" (Y/n) sent back with a smirk tugging at her lips. "God damn right, you are!" David sent back, and (Y/n) could practically see his grin through the text itself. "I'll be at the pier in ten, be ready to greet YOUR WIFE!" (Y/n) sent with a winky face, chuckling as she exited the cave. "I'm sending the boys out to find you some pray, we need to have a quick "conversation" when you get here." David's text made (Y/n)'s heart flutter with excitement. "Oh, did my aggression get you all hot and bothered baby?" She sent as she set off into the sky, flying into the clouds so she didn't have to worry about being spotted. "You know damn well that it always does." His response made her chest fill with pride. "Good!" (Y/n) shot back with a laugh, slipping her phone into his coat pocket. As she flew down to the grown within the woods just off the beach, ready to meet up with her pack leader, and husband of twenty years.

How was that?

[unicyclehippo]

i have spent the past several minutes trying to think of a more specific prompt but i can't, i simply would love to read anything you feel like writing about imogen/laudna

im very tired pls excuse me if this is silly

it stormed a few nights back, the kind of storm that brings trees down. the back pasture got flooded and even after two days of nothing but sunshine she still went ankle-deep into mud when she went out there to repair the fence. that's when she saw it. something creeping in the garden shed. she'd just gone in to collect a hammer and a bit of rope to lash the broken posts - she'd prefer to fix it up right but the river hadn't gone down quite yet so she'll have to make do with what she's got - when something moved in the corner.

'hello?'

nothing.

she frowned, hoisted the coil of rope over her shoulder. searched the dark corners of the shed but all she could see were tools and mud. the shed could do with a clean too, she decided, and added it to her list.

//

two days later, she's sure. there's a monster living in the garden shed. it has long dark hair and long bony fingers, but that's all imogen has been able to see so far, all she caught a glimpse of before her father called her back into the house.

she's brought breakfast out with her to the pasture this morning - thick slices of toasted bread laid over with roasted banana, all drizzled with honey and dusted with a hint of spice. enough for two.

'good morning?' she calls at the door of the shed. 'i've brought some food, if you're hungry.'

something rattles in the far back of the room. imogen smiles, sets the plate out on the shelf beside her. she stoops to turn over a bucket to sit on and when she lifts her head, she does so slowly, with the awareness that something is standing against the opposite wall. her heart pulses in her neck, her ears. she's not scared, exactly, but the feeling is something close to it. a feeling like she always explained it, like standing on the edge of a cliff - like the one at the edge of the faramore property - and knowing the open air before her was the world too, just the same as the solid ground behind, only it wasn't made for her.

'that was some storm the other night, huh? made a mess of my fences,' imogen tells the monster, clicks her tongue. 'did you get swept down here in it? can't imagine being caught out like that. must've been mighty frightening! you're not hurt, are ya? because if you are, i'd be happy to get some supplies for you, or see about calling up mister grass -'

no.

imogen grips her plate and fork hard to keep from jumping. she makes a wordless sound, apology, when she fails because her flinch sends the monster scurrying away in a wash of shadows. imogen tries to follow the movement but after a few of her tools rattle in place, rake dropping from its hook, the shed is silent and still again and she can't figure out where the monster might've gone.

'i'm sorry!' she calls out, hoping it's not so far that they can't hear her. 'i'm sorry - it's just been so long since the last time i spoke with one of your kind. i promise, i'm not scared, you didn't hurt me -'

you should be afraid. i could hurt you. i could. bite and slash and -

imogen raises her brows, unimpressed. 'and?'

and other horrid things

'oh yeah i'm real scared. shakin' in my boots.' imogen snorts, shakes her head. 'why don't you come out here, have some food, and we'll see about getting you home.' something about the way the silence hangs tells imogen she's said the wrong thing. she's not sure which part of it, but a dense gloom settles, cold and heavy and very, very sad. imogen blinks back tears, finds her hand pressed to the cloth around her neck, fingers gripping the worn, warm fabric. as soon as the feeling came, it left, and imogen swipes at her eyes, her cheeks. 'i - i'll leave the food, alright? and if you need anythin' at all, you just let me know.'

[leiakenobi]

Hello dear! CONGRATS on your follower celebration, you're amazing and you deserve all the 💜 and kudos!! How about #25 from the "things fictional couples do that makes me lose my mind + writing prompts" list with our boy Llewyn?

25. when they’re doing something outside, it’s dark outside, and one of them views something pretty in the sky, like a shooting star, or just the stars in general, and they pull their lover by the hand, all excited to watch the shooting star, and their lover looks at them in pure admiration

Hello lovely, I know it took me 2 months to write this prompt but it really is perfect for Llewyn and inspiration finally struck this morning. Thank you for sending it. 🥰

This one clocks in at 853 words and has a gender neutral reader.

——

You had been at the Gorfeins' vacation house for no more than fifteen minutes when you realized that Llewyn was miserable.

He tried not to let it show, of course, all polite smiles and quiet chuckles and his fingers interlaced with yours as the Gorfeins gave you a tour of the whole place. But his smiles were just a little too tight, his chuckles too weak and his grip on your hand tightening as he got a glimpse of room after room.

Luckily – if you could call it luck – your drive out to the Catskills had kicked off later than you planned, and the traffic had been worse getting out of the city than you anticipated, too, so the Gorfeins finished the tour on the guest bedroom and pointed out all the amenities before very courteously saying, "Now we'll leave you to it, we know how tired you must be after your trip."

No sooner had they eased the door shut than you'd turned to Llewyn and said, "You hate it here."

"What? No, of course I don't. Like they said, I'm just a little tired." Llewyn made a point of pulling you close and giving you a soft, sweet peck, and when you pulled away, he was smiling. "Now go on, you were talking about a shower for the last half hour of the drive. I can take care of unpacking."

"Such a gentleman," you'd teased, giggling over the way he scowled as he nudged you away.

Despite the fact that you both packed fairly light, you're surprised to emerge from the shower and discover that Llewyn is no longer in your room—you'd expected him to be lounging in bed with a book, perhaps, or calling his sister to let her know that you made it okay.

Instead, it's only the faint light of a cigarette at first that cues you in to the fact that he's sitting out on the small balcony connected to your room.

"All clean," you report as you nudge the door open.

He hums and looks up at you, offering a small smile that you can only just make out as your eyes adjust to the darkness. "And ready to take the Catskills by storm."

"Only if you are." You let out a soft groan and drop into the other chair, promptly leaning an elbow on the armrest and your chin in your hand. Llewyn is mid-drag on his cigarette, and when he sees you watching him inhale and hold it, he raises an eyebrow, so you continue. "I feel like I shouldn't have worked so hard to convince you to come out here."

Llewyn seems to be on the brink of arguing with you when you return his raised eyebrow, and then he falters, allowing a beat of silence. A beat of frankly wonderful silence, the kind of silence that had made you excited to take the Gorfeins up on their offer to join them for a few weeks: crickets chirping and a complete lack of honking horns or strangers bickering too loud outside your window.

"I don't hate it here," he reiterates, even though you have not actually suggested as much. "I just..."

You reach out and smooth your hand over his forearm, hoping that he'll receive the gesture as tender. From the way his lips quirk up, you think he does. "You just?"

"I've never been out of the city like this. Except for when I shipped out, I guess, but I don't know. It's different. All of that--" He waves the cigarette vaguely in the direction of the house. "--is different."

"Oh yeah, of course it is, sweetheart." You squeeze his arm tight, just once. "Of course it's a lot to take in. And if it's too much..."

Llewyn actually lets out a soft laugh, and you think this one feels sincere. "It's not too much. I'll get settled in. Some things might even be better out here than they are in Manhattan."

"What could possibly be better out here than in the city?"

From the sidelong glance he gives you as he takes another drag, he seems less than amused by your teasing, but he still answers upon the exhale, smoke wafting past his lips and above him. "Check out the lake."

You'd hardly even noticed it when the Gorfeins showed you the room, because night had fallen and you'd been trying to politely get them away as quickly as possible to give Llewyn more space. But looking out at the view now, your breath catches in your throat—over the scattered trees opening out onto the lake, and more trees on the far shore leading to the mountains, off on the horizon, and above it all, so many bright and shining stars.

"Oh, you think that's better than Manhattan?"

Again, you're trying to tease him, but then you look his way again and see just how focused he is on the view. He looks positively enchanted, even if he does only say, "Maybe a little."

You cast your gaze over Llewyn's face as he stares, and softly, happily, you smile.

[amaya-chwan]

A THERAPY GAME RESTART SURPRISE for you lovely humans~

Hello lovely humans! I hope you are all doing well! 🥰❤️💛

I'm currently in lockdown where I live because of the delta variant strain (😭), so I've been home cleaning! And hohoho guess what I found? Why, it's the Animate bonus for the first volume of Therapy Game Restart when it was first released! ❤️💛💜

I remember reading it when I got it earlier this year, but I wanted to share it with you lovely humans before the next chapter of TGR comes out in 2 weeks (14th July)! 💖🥰🎉

The story follows Shizuma and Minato when they have a photoshoot for the first volume front cover image~🤭💖 Oh and I think my photoshop skills have improved? But I'm not sure? Looks decent though, so that's good, hahahah!)

And on that note:

⚠️Please do not reupload or repost these images anywhere else! And more specifically, please do not upload it on manga hosting websites!⚠️ Thank you!

Without further ado, please enjoy the 2-page short story from Hinohara-sensei after the cut~ 🥰✨

And that's it for this short story! THANK YOU FOR READING AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! 💜 It's so freaking adorkable, I'm squealing all over again! 🥰❤️💛 But poor Mama, ahaha! That vein is about to burst! 🤣

📢  Please support Hinohara-sensei by purchasing her books, CDs, and merch! 📢

(There is one final Therapy Game/Secret XXX merch drop on Sunday, 4th July 2021 [Japan time]! There'll be limited quantities of the items, so check it out if you're interested and purchase them ASAP when they're released on Animate. The item listing is already on the website, waiting to go live for orders on Sunday!)

⚠️ Again, please refrain from reuploading/reposting these images elsewhere, and please just enjoy them in this post! ⚠️

As always, stay safe during these turbulent times and look out for each other and for your loved ones! 💜❤️💛

I'll see you all for our next set of takeaways soon~ ❤️💛💜

[ilyasorokinn]

taylor’s 500 follower celebration extravaganza!

hi! hello! so, i woke up this morning, and found out i hit 500! I really never imagined hitting 500. so thank you so much to everyone who decided to follow. it really means a lot of me!

so, as a way to celebrate, I've created yet another music prompt list because I was going through that other music prompt list, which will be linked here if you want to request, and I realized that I wanted to add a few more songs. 

so, if you want to request, please check out this list of players I do and don’t write for, and use that as a guide. also, please before you request, please say which prompt list you’re reuqests are from. say like “from the 500 followers prompt list” or “the music prompt list pt. 2″ it’ll just make things a lot easier for me. 

“haunted by the ghost of you / oh, take me back to the night we met” (the night we met, lord huron)

“i heard that you settled down / that you found a girl and you’re married now / i heard that your dreams came true / guess she gave you things, i didn’t give to you” (someone like you, adele) 

“you took my soul and wiped it clean / our love was made for movie screens” (all i want, kodaline)

“i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings” (paper rings, taylor swift)

“how can you miss someone you’ve never met? / ‘cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet” (idk you yet, alexander 23)

“when you’re high, i'll take the lows / you can ebb and i can flow / and we’ll take it slow / and grow as we go” (grow as we go, ben platt)

“something happens when i hold her / she keeps my heart from getting broken / when the days get short / and the nights get a little but colder / we hold each other” (hold each other, a great big world) 

“midnight, i've got trouble sleeping / i'm making my way up to the street where we last kissed” (midnight, kodaline)

“there were so many chapters that we never got to write / “like cereal for dinner” and “staying up all night” (the book of you and i, alec benjamin)

“i didn't mean to hurt you / so why’d i let you walk out the door?” (you and me, james tw)

“i've spent a lifetime giving you my heart / i swear that i'll be yours forever / till forever falls apart” (till forever falls apart, ashe and finneas)

“i have loved you since we were 18 / long before we both thought the same thing” (18, one direction)

“if i can't have you / i don't want nobody baby” (if i can’t have you, glee version or yvonne elliman

“you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter / you are the best thing, that's ever been mine” (mine, taylor swift) 

“i don't mind spending every day / out on your corner in the pouring rain” (she will be loved, maroon 5)

“and at last i see the light / and it's like the sky is new” (i see the light, tangled)

'cause baby you look happier, you do / my friends told me one day i'll feel it too / and until then i'll smile to hide the truth / but i know I was happier with you” (happier, ed sheeran)

“if all it is is eight letters / why is it so hard to say?” (8 letters, why don’t we)

“and i bet right now you're probably thinkin' / that it's crazy i remember every detail, but I do / i can still smell your perfume / girl, that night was just like you / unforgettable” (unforgettable, thomas rhett)

“don't get too close, it's dark inside / it's where my demons hide” (demons, imagine dragons)

“we were staying in paris / to get away from your parents” (paris, the chainsmokers)

“with shortness of breath / you explained the infinite / and how rare and beautiful it is to even exist” (saturn, sleeping at last) 

“so say we'll be always, always / say it will be you and me to the old days / i let us be always, always / through the highs and the lows, we'll be always” (always, isak danielson)

“baby, i'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms / barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song” (perfect, ed sheeran)

“say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress / staring at the sunset, babe / red lips and rosy cheeks / say you'll see me again / even if it's just in your wildest dreams” (wildest dreams, taylor swift)

“and no matter how much time goes by / and no matter how much we grow up / for worse or for better, from now 'til forever / i'll always remember you young” (remember you young, thomas rhett)

“i really need somebody to call my own / i wanna be somebody to someone / someone to you” (someone to you, banners) 

“so, before you go / was there something i could've said / to make your heart beat better?” (before you go, lewis capaldi) 

“i'd walk through fire for you / just let me adore you” (adore you, harry styles)

“'cause we belong together now / forever united here somehow, yeah / you got a piece of me and honestly / my life would suck without you” (my life would suck without you, glee version or kelly clarkson) 

“you think i'm pretty without any makeup on / you think I'm funny when i tell the punch line wrong / i know you get me, so i let my walls come down, down” (teenage dream, glee vision or katy perry)

“if I die young, bury me in satin / lay me down on a bed of roses / sink me in the river at dawn / send me away with the words of a love song” (if i die young, the band perry)

also, everyone tagged here, thank you for everything you’ve done. you’ve all been so kind and mean so much to me. i really didn’t expect to make this many friends in such a short amount of time, but i did, and now i'm never gonna let any of you go. i love you, and you all mean so much to me. i love you all :) ❤️

@honeybearbarzal - @raysofcrosby - @softbarzal - @storiesbymads - @samsteel - @chicagoblackhawkslover96 - @beauvibaby - @boqvistsbabe -  @stardustseguin - @barzypatty - @barzzal - @prettyboycozens - @moritzseider - @2manytabsopen - @ollywahlygator - @babytkachuks - @aereres - @joshsandersons - @pierreslucdubois - @fallinallincurls - @punkharts - @teenagekook - @barbienoturbby - @calgarycanuck - @kiedhara - @npatrickz - @ipuckwithhockey - @myhockeyworld87 - @miracleonice87

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Interview

BB: welcome back everyone! So good to see you all here today! We're back for a 3rd time here on BB Channel! Like before we're joined by the lil cuties of Ed and Mari. But this time their parents have come to join!

Rex: hello...

Quetz: Hola!

BB: that wasn't a very strong greeting Rex!

Rex: I'm tired right now. Can't this wait?

BB: time waits for no one and neither does BB!

Mari: already this is super annoying! *sigh* so why'd you decide to bring them into this anyways?

BB: the people who follow this blog need to see how they're doing so long after Chaldea too! You two have had the spotlight for a while, so now you should share.

Ed: I mean... guess that's fair.

Mari: should anyone be dealing with this?

Rex: I'd rather not be here either.

BB: aaaww, don't be like that! This will be fun!

Quetz: that's a very hard sell BB.

BB: just humor me at least.

Rex: ...fine

Quetz: what are we even doing anyways?

BB: some of your interdimensional buds have sent in questions about how you guys are doing, and I'm here to get those answers for them!

Quetz: that actually sounds nice...

BB: what'd I tell ya!?

Rex: yeah yeah, pls get started.

BB: fine. First few are from my precious bombardier beetle! First one she asks: do you have any pets?

Mari: oof! Do we!

Rex: currently we have four dogs: 1 German Shepherd named King, a Pitbull named Sparks, a Dogo Argentino named Duke, and a Corgi named Marshmallow.

Quetz: but also we have a habit of adopting older dogs who aren't likely to get a home because of their age or rescues to give them a nice place to stay.

BB: aaawww, well ain't that wholesome?

Mari: we also have mom's bigass pterosaur!

BB: less wholesome. Next one from my dear yellowjacket: favorite foods?

Rex: PIZZA!

Mari: CAKE!

BB: whoa! Pump the brakes you two! No need to get too excited!

Quetz: ...honestly? I don't really have a favorite food. Just a bunch I like to eat and some I don't. If I had to choose, I'd say chocolate.

Ed: I'm a steak man myself.

BB: 2 sweets, and 2 savories. Next up! Who wakes up earliest?

Rex: Quetz

Ed and Mari: Mom

Quetz: ...I guess it's me... hehehe.

BB: honestly I'm not surprised. She's so damn athletic and even used to be a professional.

BB: next! Where do you all like to go for vacations and such?

Ed: mom and dad have a vacation home in Alaska.

BB: Alaska?! Why?

Mari: when warm weather is the norm for you it's nice to go to the cold to change things up.

Rex: yeah, it's actually very nice. Not too many people and beautiful nature sights.

BB: well to each their own. Another from my dear antlion: how long does it take to pick a movie or TV show to watch?

Quetz: hehehe, we're all so indecisive it takes ages to pick. It's not uncommon for us to give up after taking so long.

BB: you should work on that. This next one's interesting. My precious army ant also suggests a round of common household jobs and the like from each member.

Rex: hmmm

BB: she gave an example of like, who does the cooking?

Quetz: well it's both me and mi amor in that case. The kids aren't very creative.

Ed: hey! We're plenty creative!

Mari: no we're not, don't lie.

Rex: we only really ask that the kids clean their rooms and any messes they make. We handle most everything else.

BB: they should really show some independence tho. Can't coddle them forever.

BB: in the next one, Cadence asks about a house tour and if there's a jacuzzi.

Quetz: a house tour feels like it should be it's own thing.

Rex: yeah, but we do have a jacuzzi dude, so don't worry.

BB: next one's from Reen: she asks what would life be if you weren't in chaldea,

Rex: y'mean like now? I mean... it's a relatively normalish domestic life? With less work tho.

Quetz: si, I've made plenty from my lucha career before retirement we don't have to worry about money much. But mi amof still makes money just in case.

BB: well after that she asks: how was your life before and after meeting each other?

Rex: ...kinda sad. Aside from chaldea and saving the world, I was kinda just... stagnant. Go to work, go home and so on. Not much to my life before then.

Quetz: ...honestly, for me it was the same. After the age of Gods ended we didn't do much of anything. We mostly watched over humanity, I've been summoned in modern day before but that was rare and infrequent.

Rex: ...after I met Quetz tho... I dunno things felt... better? She kinda forced her way into my life after I summoned her and... I was more then ok to accept her... before long we had something beautiful...

Quetz: aww, mi amor! I'm so happy to hear that!

BB: ain't that sweet? Like me and my dear centipede. Final one from Reen: if you could build a dream home then where? (Can be in fantasy)

Rex: I mean... where we are now is good.

Mari: yeah, right at the border of a huge rainforest in the Yucatan sounds fine.

Ed: but what about the fantasy bit?

Quetz: hmmm... we don't really look at fantasy much. But maybe a castle of some kind?

Rex: or a Mayan temple? But with electricity and Wi-Fi.

BB: that's fair. Need those memes in your life. Now some from Kaz! First she asks: what kind of gifts do you give each other?

Rex: uuhh, well I like getting mi corazon custom things. Like some personal clothes, or even a portrait of the two of us.

Quetz: ehehehe, I like to spoil mi amor with extravagant things! Golden treasure and the like!

Mari: concerning...

BB: next, how would you spend the day if it's raining outside?

Rex: I actually enjoy rainy weather, so I like to chill near a window or even on the porch listening to the rain.

Mari: it's very soothing.

BB: how quaint. Last one from Kaz: whose good at cooking and baking?

Quetz: hehehe, that'd be me. Tho it might be considered cheating since I use my goddess power to help.

Mari: well no one else is the greatest normally so it's fine.

BB: a good 'ol better then nothing kinda attitude! Now we're back to Cadence but with more relaxed questions: what's the current house look like?

Rex: ....big.

Mari: like three stories tall with a DEEP basement.

Ed: like... 5 rooms too many.

Quetz: we also have an indoor pool.

Rex: the outside looks almost gothic, but partially taken over by nature.

BB: all this near a rainforest?

Quetz: si! Despite the size, all the nearby trees still tower over it.

BB: nature can get scary. I've seen worse and have been worse but still. Another one: how do family events function? Any specific holidays?

Quetz: ...most family events are just us... going somewhere nice to eat nice food...

Rex: do they mean bringing extended family? My family lives too far to visit often

Quetz: ...and I'd rather not speak of mine... things have gotten rocky as of late.

Mari: right, well for holidays we celebrate most standard one, like Easter and valentine's and such. For October we kinda try to combine Halloween and Day of the dead.

Ed: but Christmas is the most important for us! Mom and Dad always make the biggest celebrations for Christmas!

BB: gotta love the holidays! Especially when your mom is santa... still weird to say that. Next one! Any plans for the future?

Rex: eh... not really? I mean I want to prepare Maria to continue the family magecraft, since Ed has no interest.

Mari: someone has to continue on this lost practice.

BB: good to know it won't be lost to time like we thought. Next one! Daily life?

Rex: I wake up, eat, work on magecraft, spend family time, spend time with Quetz, go to bed.

Quetz: I wake up, workout, eat, workout, spend time with mi familia, lovely time with mi amor and then I sleep.

Ed: I wake up, take a walk, eat, practice soccer, spend family time, sleep.

Mari: sleep, sleep again, dragged to breakfast by mom, eat, eat again, mess with magecraft, eat, sit with everyone else, scroll thru my phone for hours, sleep.

Quetz: *sigh* mija, you need to change your priorities.

Mari: mmmmm... No.

BB: bad habits there Mari. Next they'd like to know if your in contact with anyone from chaldea? Other then me!

Rex: here's a real quick list: Marie, Mash, Kiara, Penth, Astraea, Martha, Ishtar, Gorgon, Jalter, The twins, your kids BB, etc etc.

Quetz: too many to list...

BB: nice you haven't lost contact! Next! About that Wedding?

Rex: well... it was eventful to say the least. Not long after completing the china LB. Most of the servants were invited, and most of Quetz's family showed up.

Quetz: si, Martha officiated it for us. Most of my family were so nice at the time... too bad that hasn't lasted.

Rex: let's not mention that...

BB: it was such a nice wedding! You two were so "nervous" you had trouble with your vows! How adorable!

Mari: why the quotes?

BB: no reason... now we're at the home stretch! Good 'ol Ash has some for stuff that technically hasn't happened yet, but you should still be able to answer! What responsibilities will Rex take on when he joins the pantheon?

Quetz: ...well he'll be largely a guardian of life on earth. Authority over things like the jungle itself, volcanos, and even snow... for some reason.

Rex: well it still snows in mexico... occasionally.

Quetz: and we'll be sharing authority over Venus! I wanted to share it with mi amor!

BB: cute! Hmmm, not sure if you cananswer this one just yet? Adjusting to God hood?

Rex: well I got to try it out a bit. Summoning lava and snow is... interesting. But also... my mind felt... odd... but also clearer? Not sure how to put it...

BB: I'm sure when you get there you'll get it... took me a bit after servant fest. And how did the other divinities react?

BB: actually I have some recordings of that to answer, so play the clip!

A screen appears showing recordings of some servants, one at a time.

Ishtar: eh! She's turning you into a god!? ...I guess you've earned it master...

Eresh: what!? Can you do that?! ...guess I won't see you in Kur... then again I don't think you have any link to Kur anyways.

Kama: do you really think your cut out for it? I mean... if it's just for you two to be together then I guess it's fine.

Astraea: godhood is a very big responsibility master. Are you certain you're up to it? Saving humanity is also a big task but at least that has an end point. This is... eternal.

Qin: oh! So you have decided to go for immortality after all?! Tho not the same as my methods, it is still good to see you two will be happy together!

Scathach: immortality? I've strived for death for so long... to see you go for immortality... Hopefully you'll find happiness, where I couldn't...

The screen turns off.

BB: very interesting! Most seem hesitant of it all... I for one think it's cute! Imagine in a thousand years you guys have a double date with me and my dear stag beetle!

Rex: ...a thousand years...

Quetz: still having trouble processing it all?

Rex: yeah... maybe when I get there... it'll be easier.

BB: now for today's final one! A scenario! One of you two goes berserk! What does the other do to calm them down?

Rex: well that has happened before... usually a nice hug is more then good enough.

Quetz: si! I've almost destroyed a few servants a few times until mi amor caught me in a hug! I can't bring myself to harm him... so I stop!

BB: sounds too easy... but I've seen that before so... I'll let it slide.

BB: well that's all the time we have for now! Hopefully you all are satisfied by the answers! We'll be doing this again, seeya!

Screen cuts out, the show's over.

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