#Please if you have any questions feel free to ask!

[dtblrsecretsanta]

We are back!

Hello again! We are holding a second dtblr secret santa event this december for the holidays! Everyone who would like to spread some holiday cheer and create something for someone in our little community is welcome to join. Once again, here is some information and rules for the event:

LINK TO GOOGLE FORM: CLICK HERE

Please keep your tumblr dms open so we can contact you to send you your giftee!

You must be 18+ to participate.

Any transformative gift format is welcome, including but not limited to: fics, art, compilations (image and video), edits, gifs, webweaves!

We ask writers to write a fic with a 1k word minimum.

For artists we ask you to create a fully finished drawing-- whatever this means for you.

For webweaves and other formats its hard to set one rule for a minimum, so we just ask you to put some effort in and to be considerate enough to make something you would also be happy to receive.

If you are not able to finish your gift for whatever reason, please let us know as soon as possible!!

NEW TAG: When posting your gift, please tag your giftee and use the tag #dtblrsecretsanta2024 and/or tag us so we can reblog it here.

Timeline:

November 15-19: signups open November 25: pairings sent out via dms December 25-31: gift posting! January 1-14: extension and pinch hitter deadline

If you have any questions, feel free to reach out to us through asks, dms, or contacting one of our mods for this year: @suenitos @sappymix1 @fujogie @georgecunt @demonstars

Happy holidays and happy creating! :))

[emchante]

emchante’s 1k celebration!! ⋆˙⟡

one thousand followers!! i’ve had this account for just over 3 months, and i can’t believe how quickly it has grown. i love and appreciate each and every one of you more than you’ll ever know. this event will be to give back to you all, for all the support you’ve given me <3

now, read below for the celebration!

guidelines ⋆˙⟡

this event will run for a month (dec. 14th) and during that time, anything listed below is on the table!

there are no limits on how much a person can send in, please feel free to send in as much as you’d like— but i would encourage you to do multiple, as opposed to all of the same option <3

if i have written for a driver before, you’ll be able to request them for this event. check my requesting rules for clarity.

💌 — ask away! send any questions you’d like! personal questions, writing questions, questions about my works ect.

🏷️ — prompt list listed below are smut, fluff and angst prompts. choose as many as you please + a driver, and i’ll write a blurb for you.

smut smut smut

fluff fluff fluff

angst angst angst

💭 — drabbles only have a certain scene/scenario you’d like written out? send it in, and get a drabble in return.

🎶 — now playing.. send me a song of your choice, a driver, and a genre (smut, fluff, angst) and i’ll write you a little something based on the song requested.

🏹 — matchmaker! send me a small description of yourself, and i’ll tell you which driver i think you’d pair well with.

☕️ — ask me over coffee fmk, would you rather, this or that, top 5 ect.

tagging some of my lovely mutuals as a small appreciation and thank you for joining this journey with me <3 @thef1diary @chilling-seavey @yauchfilms @goldenroutledge @spiderbeam @aceyalonso @lizlovestofangirl @f1amour

[kaiserio]

Seishiro Nagi x Corporate Worker!Reader

A short drabble on coming home to Nagi after a long shift in the office🩵

wc: 639

cw: none, just domestic, fluffy Nagi!

Nagi doesn’t quite understand your way of life. He’s told you time and time again that you don’t need to work. He earns enough to comfortably support your lifestyle. And as much as you appreciate this, your pride and eagerness to make your way up the corporate ladder means that you still (reluctantly) drag yourself to your dull office job Monday to Friday. Nagi just doesn’t get it.

Much like he doesn’t understand how much you do on a day to day basis. ‘Sats? Average handling time? Aftercall? Direct Debit payments?’ Nah. Never heard of her.

When you drag yourself into your shared apartment after a particularly ball-busting 9-5, Nagi will always be found in one of two places; the sofa, or your bed. Always horizontal, always with his face in a mobile game.

Today was Thursday. A working day which resulted in nothing but non-stop meetings with rude clients. Your head is battered, you’re tired physically and mentally, and to put it bluntly, you look like how you feel.

On days like this, you lug yourself up the stairs to your apartment, one by one. You enter the living room, drop your bag to the floor and slump yourself down on the sofa by Nagi’s feet (because OF COURSE he’s having some horizontal time, what else?🤭)

You sit in silence for a moment. You huff once, twice, three times….. Nothing. You huff again, extra loud and dramatically. He finally lowers his phone from his face. “Oh, hey.”

This is the point that your rant begins. Nagi may not be the most attentive boyfriend, but he is wonderful to spill the tea to. He always seems like he isn’t listening, but in reality he clings on to every word you say. He’s all caught up on the workplace scandals, who is your colleague sleeping with now?? He knows each name. Is your manager still being a bitch??? A question that he asks regularly.

He lets you let it out. All that pent up anger and frustration that built up during that 7 hour shift. Once your rant is over, you sigh and revel in the moment of silence that follows.

You look back at Nagi, who is still looking at you intently, his slate grey eyes examining every inch of your face. He doesn’t say anything, but just opens his arms, inviting you into his soft embrace. You fold immediately, climbing over his legs and slumping on top of him. You breathe in his scent and you’re overcome with instant relief.

Have you ever smelled the Men’s Green Fragrance by Ralph Lauren? That’s what Nagi smells like. At. All. Times. It’s such a comfort to you.

He wraps one arm lazily around your waist, and his other hand strokes through your hair for a moment whilst he places a series of tender pecks to your forehead.

“You can quit anytime, you know. You don’t have to ask me.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I know.” You reply. “But not now. I’ll get there one day.”

“Sure you will. Because you’re awesome. And beautiful. And I love you.” Nagi tells you nonchalantly whilst picking his phone up with his free hand. “Anytime you’re ready babe.” Your heart swells. How can someone so detached be so precious?

You don’t say anything in return, but you nuzzle your head into his chest further and just take some time to breathe. To be y/n, and not just a number in a corporate company.

Nagi may not be the perfect boyfriend. He’s messy, he’s lazy, he sometimes seems distant and acts a bit silly. But he’ll be damned if the one he loves feels worthless, or stressed because of work. One thing he will always do, is be there with open arms ready to embrace you at the end of a shitty, shitty shift.

My first ever bllk piece🤭 Honestly - this is just me being sick of work and projecting with a hint of Nagi. I actually wrote this during work whilst multitasking looool, please mind any errors 🩵

[bokettochild]

🎶For the twelfth day of Christmas, my Ketto gave to me-🎶

Closure!!!!!

So, I've been talking about this for a fair bit now and debating the logistics, and I have decided to do it: A Christmas of Closure!

I have so many unfinished/on hiatus fics, some that never got past the first part, and this is my effort to (1) relieve myself of the guilt of not finishing them and (2) give a bit of closure to the readers who still wanted more from the story.

How does it work? You guys can choose any story of mine that you wanted to see more of, and the first twelve will get a little love this holiday season, with me posting one update every day leading up to Christmas, and ending on Christmas day with either whatever I was most excited to share, or what took me the longest and I needed more time for LOL

They key to this is that it's stories I've already started, so rather than spending half my writing time trying to figure out what it's going to be about, I'll hopefully just be giving words to something that's sat in my brain for the last few months/years. I'll get to share with you what was supposed to happen, while maybe jump-starting my own creative process so maybe (no promises) I'll actually be able to finish the story! (Again, NO promises, but also I hope so!!!)

(Specifics below)

All stories are on the table with the exception of TBBU, since that's already a work in progress and I will get there independently (*she lied, like a liar*). There might be others that have reached their natural end as well, and I'm not up to making zombies, but I can't name any right off, so go nuts and choose whatever you feel has been on life support for too long :)

Whumptober/Sicktember/Febuwhump prompts are up from grabs, but only in the form of continuations of already written pieces. I will not be writing prompts that I failed to post on time in this challenge (maybe another time)

The age of the fic doesn't matter, but be aware I might not be able to capture the same voice as I used to use. My writing style has changed and developed, but I will try and match my own freak when I can.

You CAN ask for specific things! I will not take unkindly to you popping in to say "write an update for story XYZ and maybe have ABC happen?" I can't promise that ABC will happen of course, because maybe that's not what was meant to happen, but I promise to consider any and all suggestions regardless, and try and make a Christmas present that you'll enjoy :)

The stories will get posted starting on the 14th of December and ending on December 25. There will not be an Ao3 collection, but I will have a master-list here on tumblr.

I hope that covers everything, but if you have any questions I didn't answer, please feel free to send an ask, so I can answer publicly, in the case others had the same question <3

[genderqueerdykes]

hello, I'm transguy who's on diy T for two months because transitioning banned in my country, I wanted to ask what blood analysis I should do for my first check up(next month) to know that I'm not in danger? sending love

hello, thank you for taking the time to send this ask, i appreciate it. this is something i need to be educated on as well, so i'm going to try to ask the community for help for you as much as i can

i would say be careful. we do want you to get bloodwork to make sure that your blood pressure is okay, your liver enzymes, your red blood cell count, making sure your levels aren't too high or too low. i do worry that asking for a test may alert them to your situation and potentially out you as trans to them. however, what i would say in your situation is to tell them you have naturally high testosterone and avoid the HRT question for now. you need the care

asking for anon, please help if you live in a country where transition is illegal and you are DIYing transition with hormones:

how do you think its safest to go about asking for tests that cover these specific areas? hrt affects very specific parts of the body and our various systems. we need to make sure that there is a focus on your red blood cell count, your blood pressure, your liver enyzmes, your estrogen levels as well (they may be too high). is there a way to ask for this test that doesn't mention hormone levels?

we want to ensure your safety. i don't know if it's illegal for doctors to out you for these kinds of things. push comes to shove you can ask for certain tests if you tell a gynecologist or other doctor that you feel like something is wrong with your hormone levels, or that youre having issues with certain things like facial hair, fucked up menstrual cycles, and so on. i'm not sure how safe it would be to outright ask for the test but we also want to ensure your safety. i'd love to get feedback from people who live in countries where it is illegal to transition but have done so anyway. i want you to be safe

please let us know if you can give anon help. we really want to learn about this. i can only speak from my experience because i live in america in a state where it is legal to do so. there are states in the US where it isn't legal to transition, so if any of you have experience with this please let us know as well. there are unfortunately many places in the world where transition the healthiest way isn't accessible.

please feel free to send asks if you have information on this. for now, take care anon, stay safe. you are more than welcome to ask any more questions you may have

[landoscar-fest]

Hello and welcome to the very first Landoscar Fest!

We've had the pleasure of these two idiots (affectionate) as teammates for two whole seasons now and have been provided with plenty of material both on and off the track to fuel our imaginations.

Ever thought of an idea that you wish you had the time to write? Or hoped there was fic out there that fit that exact situation you're craving to see Landoscar in? Or wanted to see how others would write our boys in a well-loved trope? Well, that is what this fest is for!

What better way to spend this upcoming winter break than to share these ideas and prompts with others, all the while picking up ones that might catch your eye.

Read on for more details!

Landoscar Fest AO3 Collection

By clicking on the link above, you will be able to sign up for this fest, submit your own prompts, claim prompts, and see how the fest is growing!

This collection is where all prompts will be kept to be claimed, and where all prompt filled fics will be collated.

Schedule

Sign Up & Prompt Submission Opens: November 15th (sign up here)

Sign Up & Prompt Submission Closes: December 10th

Prompt Fill Fics Due: February 4th

Collection Reveal: February 10th

FAQs

How does this fest work?

This fest is a prompt fest, meaning fest participants are able to add prompts to the collection on AO3 for fics they would like to see written. Fest participants are able to peruse the prompts being posted and claim the one(s) that tickle their fancy and motivates their muses.

Is there a minimum/maximum word count for the prompt fills?

Although we don't want to police this fest too harshly, we would recommend a minimum of 1000 words per prompt fill fic. There is no maximum limit.

Can I claim more than one prompt?

Yes, of course!! All we ask is for writers to remember that readers always prefer quality over quantity, so please keep this in mind and don't overwork yourselves with too many prompts!

Can I write more than one prompt fill?

Yes, but please make sure each prompt fill has its own fic to be fair to the prompter.

Why are the prompts anonymous?

We have kept the prompts and claims anonymous for fairness and to encourage newbies to the fandom or to writing to do so without any expectation. Lets even the playing field and have some fun! (Don't worry, your posted prompt fill fics won't be anonymous!)

Can I tell an author that they have fulfilled my prompt?

Yes, of course! In fact, we would love it if prompters left a comment on the fic(s) to let the author know it was then who sent in the prompt, and what they thought of the fic!

Can my prompt fills contain other ships?

As this is a Landoscar fest, they should be the main ship of your prompt fill. But yes, other ships and characters can be featured as background characters/relationships

I want to take part but none of the prompts are calling me. Can I still take part?

We hope that the prompts that are submitted by the fest participants will be varied enough for everyone to find at least one they vibe with. However we understand that this isn't always possible so we have added a few vague, starter prompts just in case. If you are still having an issue, please reach out and we'll see what we can do!

What if my prompt fill isn't complete by the due date (February 4th)?

Please do not worry and let us know as soon as you realise that you won't be able to make the deadline. We will see what we can do to help :)

Any more questions? Please feel free to send us an ask or a DM!

Rules

This is an easy-going fest. We don't have many rules but please keep the following in mind:

Please be mindful with how your prompts are worded and to avoid anything excessively explicit.

If you have any triggers, squicks or DNWs (do not wants), please state these in your prompt request.

Don't forget to tag your prompt fill fics with the appropriate tags so they're easy to find.

If your prompt is filled, don't forget to leave a lovely little comment to let them know how much you appreciate their hard work!

Please keep in mind that this is a Landoscar-focused fest.

And most importantly, have fun! 🧡

(psst, don't forget to sign up!)

[ryuzakemo128]

We're All Gonna Die - Part 2

Pairing: Poly 141 x Boomer

Content Warnings: Boomer is the female reader, third-person perspective, philosophical questioning, self-esteem issues (Female Reader), mention of deceased father.

Note: I have been thinking a lot about stuff and things. If you want to comment your own thoughts on any posed philosophical questions, please feel free to do so.

Masterlist - Part One

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Summary: Boomer does some more deep critical thinking about what it means to be a woman.

“I don't know what to tell you other than I don't know what to think. Part of me thinks is this all it is? To put into an amount of effort into making yourself seem likeable to someone who wouldn't give you the time of day if you appeared to be someone they don't like to see?” Boomer questioned with a furrowed brow, pacing back and forth in front of the couch.

“If they don't see me as a woman. Then what does that mean for the rest of me exactly? Does it mean that I'm not enough for them? Why do I need to change in order for someone else to like me? Why do I need to alter myself in order to gain a career?”

“When a woman has a deeper toned voice like myself, people automatically assume I'm either trans without any prior knowledge or see it as some form of excuse to say I'm not a 'real woman'. I don't know what to think half the time because it feels like I'm talking to a brick wall half the time.”

“How long have you been thinkin about this?” John raised an eyebrow at the giant pacing around the coffee table like it suddenly became a tightrope over a pool of lava. Boomer's frustration was palpable, and John knew she had a right to feel that way. They'd all faced their fair share of prejudice in the military, but she had the extra hurdle of being a giantess with a deep voice that didn't match the typical damsel in distress.

“Well, my voice particularly? Since I turned sixteen. Just shy of a year off when I enlisted in the ADF at seventeen. So at least eighteen years. Almost nineteen years. Before you ask. The jokes about me a subpar and barely worth taking interest in.” Boomer paused to pick up her cat, Whiskers. Who came in from a long nap.

“And I don't exactly talk about it because why would I? I don't want to seem like I'm 'whinin' or 'complainin'. And I don't want to exactly want people to speak about it behind my back, either. Like, if you have an issue with how I am, why can't you just tell it to my face? Why are you bein a coward? Do you understand what I mean?”

Boomer stared directly at him. Wondering if she had taken a step too far this time.

John nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I get it, Boomer. And it's bullshit.” He spoke with a firmness that made it clear he wasn't just saying it to placate her. “You're more than enough. You're a kick-ass soldier with brains to match. You've got a heart of gold, and you're loyal to a fault. And as for the voice, it's part of what makes you unique. Fuck 'em if they can't handle it.”

The conversation wasn't brought up again. Which, for someone like Boomer? It felt more of a relief rather than a hindrance. Though, when John heard a comment about Boomer's voice being unattractive? The gloves were off.

Was this one of the many reasons why she has never been on a date before?

What does it imply?

What notion does it implicate?

For all her eccentricities, she's still a person of her own making, and to imply she is less than other females around her? It seems like the bias is leaking into her work life. Othering her in some form of justification to keep her from dating completely? Is her genetics any less worthy than their own?

What does it mean to be a woman when the people around her seem to perpetuate a biased notion of what a woman should be?

Simon decided to plan a date with Boomer. He had taken it on himself to take Boomer out on a date.

If no one else wanted her? Then tough shit.

He's claiming his prize no matter what someone thinks of how she appears to be on the outside.

He hatched a plan with the rest of Task Force 141.

A plan began to take shape. To take form.

As Boomer boiled eggs as what she loved to call a 'light snack'. Which was more like a meal. Her appetite remained incredibly large because of the combination of her training needs and her high metabolism.

Now she stands inside the kitchen. Completely unaware of the plan forming under her nose.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Hi can I get a birthday cake with strawberries and chocolate chips with Toji please

Sundae Tropes: Remember Me

A/N: Fic 3 of this event! I haven't really written for Toji so I hope this doesn't sound out of character. ANGST. As usual, MDNI.

Raven, thank you for your patience as I wrote this.

Sundae: Birthday Cake With Strawberries And Chocolate Chips With Toji = Amnesia/Mistaken Identity + Passionate/Romantic Sex, Emotional Bond + Lotus Position

Follow along using #sundaetropes, #300followersevent and #vee writes.

Event masterlist | Vee's Masterlists

Sunlight filters through the small apartment as you quickly prepare breakfast in the small, cramped kitchen. Megumi swings his legs as he sits on the countertop, his large eyes watching your movements as you bustle about getting breakfast ready. He’s already in his little school uniform, looking so contained and serious that you sometimes wonder how he was only 8 years old. Megumi accepts a bowl of oatmeal from you but you can see his expression is worried.

“What’re you thinking about Megs?” 

“Why do you do it?” he asks quietly.

Your smile falters at the question but you pretend to be nonchalant. You knew exactly what he was asking about. “What do you mean?”

“Why do you keep taking care of him?” You gently cup Megumi’s cheek reassuringly. 

“Because that’s what love is Megs.”

Those keen dark eyes fixate on you and you feel like you’re looking into the depths of his young soul. You try to lighten the mood. “Ah look at me saying such romantic things! You’ll understand someday. But you can’t be late for school so eat your breakfast now!”

Thankfully Megumi doesn’t ask any more questions and finishes his oatmeal before thanking you and heading off for school. Once he’s out of the house, you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. Temporarily of course, but the relief was welcomed. Footsteps come from down the hall and you swallow. Was today going to be the day…? Strong arms wrap around your waist and your heart swells in his presence. He was here, he was alive-

“Mamaguro. Why didn’t you wake me up? I wanted to send Megumi off to school.” The warmth in your heart was replaced with dread. But you arrange your features into a smile and turn in his arms. “You slept pretty late last night. I figured you could use the rest.”

“Hmm.” Toji grunts and then looks around the kitchen. “You’ve been busy. Making breakfast for me.”

“For everyone. Megumi needs to eat too.”

“You’re such a good mother.” You feel your throat tightening and suddenly his embrace feels like a noose. You wriggle free, to Toji’s dismay. 

“Where’re you going?”

“Bathroom.” You lie swiftly and without wasting a second run and lock the door. In the quiet, you let your tears run free. It was the cruelest of circumstances. You knew deep down none of it was Toji’s fault but there was so much resentment in you for the man you love. It wasn’t his fault that he had accepted that job so many months ago. It wasn’t his fault that the target he was pursuing was a bigger challenge than anything he had ever seen. Money had always been tight in the household and for him, this was a way to make ends meet. For him to feel like a provider.

Who could have predicted that he had bitten off more than he could chew? That the target he had been pursuing would overpower him, break his body like a rag doll, and leave him with what the doctors had called a “chronic, traumatic, brain injury”? The first immediate concern was that he would never walk again. But thankfully that hadn’t been the case. Toji could walk, talk, feed himself, and was generally self-sufficient. Now if only his memory would come back the same way!

You try to pull yourself together, reminding yourself that Toji needs you now more than ever, and so does Megumi. Amnesia was the enemy here, not your boyfriend. But it killed you inside each time he called you by Megumi’s mother’s name. It had been months since you had heard your name fall from his lips to the point where you were starting to feel like a ghost. You weren’t Megumi’s mother but you had been the one raising him. He was as good as your son. But to be called by a dead woman’s name, a woman you had never met, had taken a toll on your being.

The first time it happened, Megumi had blinked in confusion. “Papa, that’s not Mama,” the little boy had tried to correct him. But Toji had shook his head.

“Of course it is! Look! Don’t you recognize Mama when you see her?” Megumi had stared in confusion, and you had soothed him, telling him it was temporary, that once his dad rested some more he’d remember. It had only worsened. Megumi could see the hurt in your eyes and he didn’t bother correcting his father anymore. It seemed pointless, and only seemed to disorient Toji even more, sometimes taking his frustration out on Megumi, asking him why he was saying you weren’t his mother.

Megumi was your constant companion now. He clung to you when he came back from school, and truth be told, you needed him too. The only person who remembered you now was him. His mama, yet not his mama, who had become the only constant thing in his now upended life. Megumi called you often by your name as though he worried you would disappear from his life if he didn’t. Like using your name was his way of reassuring you that you weren’t forgotten, that he would always remember you no matter what.

You cover your face with your eyes, wondering how things had gotten this way. Because in the end, it didn’t matter that money was short or that Toji couldn’t hold down a steady job. All that mattered now was that you couldn’t leave, and you were faced with the harsh reality that Toji’s memory may never fully come back. Wiping your eyes, you steel your features into a mask of composed calm and walk back into the living room. 

Toji was appreciatively eating the plate of breakfast you had made for him. As you approach he pats the space next to him on the couch beckoning you to sit. You oblige, and as soon as you do, Toji pulls you against him. To him, he’s in his own world, a world where his wife wasn’t dead, and Megumi had his mother, the perfect unit of familial bliss. “I love you, you know?” Toji murmurs against your hair and you swallow, feeling a painful lump form in your chest. 

“I love you too.” What else could you say? Because you do. You love him so much that you had willingly stayed, even as he called you by another woman’s name. You stayed because you hoped someday he would remember you again.

Exhaustion overcomes you, and you fall asleep on his shoulder, feeling his broad hand stroke your hair, listening to his heartbeat pound in his chest. He was alive after everything, and maybe that was the true miracle here; that he hadn’t died.

You don’t know how long you were asleep, but you wake up groggily to the sound of your own name being called. Was Megumi already home? That gruff voice certainly didn’t sound like him. As realization fills your being, you’re jolted awake, and you follow the voice. 

It couldn't be Toji? It can't be. It didn't feel real. Perhaps it was a dream, where Toji’s deep voice was resounding in some chamber of your brain. You get to the bathroom and hear it again, unmistakably, your name, in Toji’s voice. You crack the door open. 

There he stood, tall, proud, muscled, and scarred, his hair dripping, water droplets covering his body. And completely naked. Your eyes widened. Beyond helping care for Toji during the initial recovery you hadn't seen him bared in front of you frequently. Sexual intimacy was out of the question because you didn't think you could bear it if he moaned his late wife's name in your ear. 

“Y/n didn't you hear me?” Toji asks, not stepping out of the shower. You blink. Resisting the urge to pinch yourself, you shake your head, looking at your boyfriend in wonder. 

“What did you call me?” You look at him with wide eyes, feeling the warning signs of tears pricking the backs of your eyes. 

“Y/n?” Toji looks miffed as he glances at you. “That's your name right?”

Time seems to freeze and you nod. Swallowing the lump in your throat you ask, “Why did you call me?”

“I forgot to bring a towel. Get one for me will ya?” You hasten to bring the towel, watching him dry off his skin, your mind buzzing with questions. Toji’s behavior seemed to suggest he didn’t recall that earlier he was calling you Mamaguro. He wraps the towel around his waist, then looks at you appraisingly.

What’re you getting all teary for?” You sniff and shake your head, a watery smile blooming onto your face. 

“Nothing. Just, glad you’re back.”

“Back? I was here all this time wasn’t I?”

You laugh for the first time in months. The relief of it spreads through your chest, filling your extremities with warmth. “Yes, you were. I meant when you went to shower.”

“You’re a weird woman.” Toji steps out of the shower to brush away a tear. “But that’s ok. I love you anyway.”

You catch a whiff of the clean scent of soap and lean back to look at him. He cocks his head. “You keep looking at me like I’ll disappear.”

Your lips move, but no sound comes out. You find yourself gazing into his eyes, seeing the recognition in their depths, the tenderness that he’d held for you. Your body reacts on its own accord and you tiptoe to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji is caught off guard by this but a rumble echoes through his chest as his corded arms come around you, pulling you tightly against him. You savor the taste of him, his tongue, his lips. You hadn’t been this close to him for what felt like forever. His breath quickens and his fingers tighten around you, digging into your soft skin. 

“Someone seems a little needy for my attention today,” Toji murmurs against your mouth before his tongue delves into its depths. You feel yourself being scooped up into his arms and a giddy rush shoots down your spine. Your legs automatically wrap around him, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressed against yours.

Toji lays you down softly on the bed, a large hand creeping up under your T-shirt to squeeze your breast, his mouth possessively covering yours. Your feet slip under the edges of his towel, flirting with the skin just under the swell of his ass. As he starts pulling off your clothes, you feel flushed, a heady skitter of heat and tingles running under your skin. He feasts on your creamy skin, his eyes hazing over as he brings a hardened nipple into his mouth. The small sucks feel like shooting stars under your skin, bringing heat and energy with them as they fly. Your nails scratch down his back and a moan escapes your lips, eyes closing in ecstasy as you arch your back to push your crotch against the bulge hiding behind his thin towel. Toji growls, nipping your bud, then laving his tongue over it to cool the sting.

Your hands grow bold and you reach down to undo the knot of the towel, letting it fall away and grasp his engorged cock in your hand, stroking the heated velvet and sighing your pleasure as he kisses his way down your body, licking the underside of your breasts, the tip of his tongue flirting with the dip of your navel. “You taste delicious baby,” he murmurs, pressing kisses on your belly. Your hand continues to pump his length and Toji halts, eyes squeezing shut as you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, gathering the milky drops and using them to slicken his hard length. Toji pants, each swipe of your closed palm bringing forth ripples of desire through his body, and with a huge effort, puts his hand over yours, stilling your movement.

Looking at his expression questioningly, you release him, then let out a giggle of surprise as Toji pulls you on his lap, holding your body tenderly against his as his thumb gathers moisture from your fluttering core and swipes it upward onto your swollen clit. A needy moan escapes your throat and your fingers anchor into his shoulders, hips rocking with his movements to get more delicious friction. You feel alive, the blood running through your veins singing. You had never thought this was something you would experience again, yet here he was, whispering your name along with reassurances as he teased the little button that was driving you to the brink. 

“Let go for me, baby. I have you. You’re mine. Go ahead…” His movements remain consistent but quicken and you choke out a broken cry as your body explodes with orgasmic delight, your core and clit fluttering in tandem from the sensations. “That’s my girl. My sweet girl…”

Toji holds your hips and helps you align your dripping pussy over his cock, then slowly, you sink down, facing him, impaled on his lap as your feet curl up behind him. The position didn’t allow for any kind of fast movement, and the both of you gently grind against each other. The romance of the moment was palpable, your breath mingling together, Toji’s eyes locked onto yours, unmistakably aware of who he was with. He groans your name several times as you ride, his hands bruisingly holding onto you as he places wet kisses on your neck, capturing your lips as the tender motions steadily push him towards a promising climax. 

You adjust your body slightly, feeling his cushiony tip brush against your cervix, hitting your gspot on its way back down. After everything…this was right. This is how it should be. “Toji…I love you,” you whisper to him and the words are met with an enchanted smile. 

“I love you too y/n…” He manages to say before his body pushes to an edge. You feel the contractions of his length inside you and continue to move your hips and bring him to a satisfying climax. His breath tears from his throat and he moans in your ear as he empties himself into you, thick ropes of seed painting your walls white. 

When you awake a few hours later, you realize Megumi will be home soon. You quickly tidy up, putting on fresh clothes. The doorbell rings and Toji stirs, blinking groggily against the light. “Quick, put your clothes on.” You toss him his pants and T-shirt, then close the door on your way. Your smile is radiant as you greet Megumi, pulling him inside and hugging him tightly.

“You’re crushing me,” Megumi gasps and you hastily let go. Megumi immediately spots the difference in your demeanor.

“You’re happy.”

“I am. Oh Megumi you have no idea.” You close the door and Toji makes an entrance, his smile gentle as he pats his son on the head. 

“Megumi…go change and let’s finish your homework. Mamaguro needs to prepare dinner.”

You’re thankful Megumi is already walking away to his room because you felt all the air in your lungs vanish, your heart splintering into two all over again. As the tears begin to well in your eyes, Toji walks over to you in concern.

“Are you sure you’re ok Mamaguro? You’ve been teary all day.”

You nod your head, choking back your sobs as you quickly rush to the kitchen to start preparing for dinner. 

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[lemotmo]

okay here we go...

... I have sooooo many asks in my ask box with anons being really disappointed in the episode. It's impossible to answer each and every one of you guys. I would be answering questions until next Thursday. 😆

So I've decided to make a general post answering or addressing some of the topics you brought up in your asks.

About half of the asks was about 'copaganda' in the episode. I have to admit that this never even crossed my mind while watching, up until I started reading some asks.

As you all know, I am not American and the country I live in has a very different stance toward the police. But this is also because our police force seems to be very different from the American one. People here have to go to school for a long time to even be able to graduate as a police officer. There are very strict psychological tests as well.

The patrol officers that walk on the street also don't carry around guns of any kind. Quite often they ride around in my city by bike instead of by car. They are taught that 'violence' is always the last step. The first step is always trying to solve a situation peacefully.

When the police stops me for some reason, I don't have any kind of fear reaction. This isn't something I feel I should be concerned about in my daily life.

So yeah, while watching American TV-shows, I often just don't think about 'copaganda' unless it's really spelled out to me. It just doesn't cross my mind. Not in the way it would cross the mind of the American viewers. So I don't really mention it all that much. Next to that, I don't feel like I'm qualified to talk about this topic all that much, since I'm not a US citizen.

So, I'm just going to move on to the second half of the asks in my ask box. I feel more comfortable talking about this subject.

So the other half was mostly people sad that there wasn't enough Eddie or progress in his storyline. Or too much focus on Brad and Gerrard and not enough on the mains. Still no Chris!

And I get it. I do. There were a lot of things that could have been handled so much better, but the episode we ended up with? Well, like I said in my episode review: I liked it. It was filler, yes. But good filler. It set up new storylines and, while not very visible, it continued the existing storylines as well.

I loved seeing Buck stress-bake and gradually getting over Tommy. I love his family and friends all working together to make sure he didn't call Tommy. I loved the Maddie quote about the universe sending a special person (aka Eddie 😁). I liked the pregnancy reveal scene and the hug!🥰 I liked the Bobby hotshots storyline and the way the 118 banded together like a family again. Such great scenes.

I looooooved seeing Eddie happy and carefree again. Yes, I agree, Eddie needs to address the Chris of it all, but just let him be free for a while longer. Let him find himself first. He needs this. That being said, I do think next episode will end with him flying off to Texas to get his son back and he'll be there during hiatus, figuring himself out. When he gets back in the beginning of 8b is when his story truly begins. Though I still think we might get some kind of clue next week to tie us all over to 8b.

The only thing I didn't like was the Gerrard redemption arc. It was the wrong choice to make in my opinion, but now we're stuck with it, so I'm trying to see past that storyline for now.

I'm intrigued for next week. That call with the water and those people drowning? Another call back to Buddie's greatest NDEs hits. A talk between Brad and Eddie? Could this be about Chris? A non-cliffhanger 'cliffhanger' of some kind?

Yeah, I'm sat. I admit it. I liked what we got and I'm looking forward to next week's episode.

Nonnies, please know that I have read all your opinions and concerns about this episode and it's all very valid. They are your opinions and they matter just as much. No judgement here whatsoever.

The above is just my personal opinion. That's all. 🤷‍♀️

[phookbook]

i've gotten a few questions about the book and while some of them are already answered in the initial post (ahem) i figure, in order to not spam this blog too much and keep it somewhat organised and easy to navigate, i'll answer everything in one post tomorrow! so if you have any queries please feel free to ask =)

[thefallennightmare]

hi tina!!

you have become so popular and you and breezy are really the backbone and role models of the whole BO community, we love you guys and love reading your clever story ideas, i take such big inspiration on your writing styles and creative ideas

I speak on behalf of everyone when we say you are practically the mother of this community lol.

We love you!!

I literally just opened my eyes to this notification and you’re making me cry!! You are so god damn sweet and kind, please don’t ever change. 🖤🖤

When I first started writing for Noah, I knew it was going to be slow. I didn’t know how many people read/wrote fanfiction for him. So One Night was slow with traction, then I started writing Miracle which made me realize “okay there’s a community on here.” And then with Just Pretend I was blown away by how many of you love that story. Truly still cannot believe my silly stories brought me such a fantastic group of people.

There are so many wonderful people on this app and in the Bad Omens community. So many AMAZING writers and photographers that share their art. We’ve all created a home in this fandom on here and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect it and keep others, along with me, safe.

If you ever have any questions or need advice on writing, feel free to pop in and ask!

I love you too 🖤 thank you so fucking much for making my Saturday morning great.

@artificialbreezy get ready to cry tears babe.

[cutiechaser]

faq Friday - on the board today: limits and boundaries

a limit is something you’re asking someone to do/not do. a boundary is something you’re willing to do/not do or the extent to which you’ll do/not do it. boundaries often influence limits, especially hard ones. you may, for example, have a boundary that you refuse to give up your ability to see. in turn, your limit with your partner(s) may be no blindfolds and/or no lights off.

how do I know mine?

anything that you feel strongly against, or that causes you psychological trauma, or you’re mentally and/or physically incompatible with is a hard limit. you can also have other hard limits. limits can and often do have reasons but you are allowed to have limits just because too. any partner should not be attempting to coerce you around hard limits. soft limits can be revoked or adjusted, even temporarily, with thorough discussion and preparation beforehand. if you want to explore kinks, please seek out safe reputable partners in safe reputable places or if you’re in a committed relationship, ensure your partner(s) and you educate yourselves adequately. it may take a couple times to figure it out. it may take a single brief foray. there’s no fixed recipe. consent is given freely and is ongoing, meaning it can be withdrawn at any time. you stop liking something, make it known. you’re not a bad sub for not following through with taking something you thought you could handle. you’re not less of a dom(me) for not being able to give something you thought was soft.

I cannot stress this enough: DO NOT negotiate limits during play. I get that it can sometimes feel like a burdensome and unsexy conversation. Have it. If you’re bold enough to dom someone, you can have tough conversations. If you’re trusting someone enough to sub for them, trust them with the knowledge of your limits so they can treat you the way you deserve.

limits are for everyone. limits need to be respected by everyone. not doing so can have both short and long lasting physical, mental, and emotional impacts.

stay safe, sane, and consensual

if you have questions, feel free to inbox or dm me.

[accio-sriracha]

Because @ephemeralstarss decided to play the devil on my shoulder, here's some Remus Lupin angst!!!

(TW: intense obsessive compulsions and intrusive thoughts all throughout, lots of language, general mental health warnings)

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With Torment Comes Passion

A snippet of a Wolfstar fic I'm working on!!

Muggle AU + Remus Lupin with debilitating OCD :/

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Breathe in.

Check the clock.

Tap three times.

Breathe out.

Did you check the clock? Check the clock again. You didn't look at the clock.

Breathe in.

Tap three times.

Fuck, was that three taps? It felt like two. It was definitley two. You have to start over now.

Breathe in.

Tap three times.

Breathe out.

Is the clock wrong? He should be here any second now. You set the clock wrong. Everything is fucking wrong. He should be here already.

You have to start over.

Breathe in-

This was Remus' life.

Not confined necessarily.

But not free either.

He was stuck in an endless-

Did you throw away that piece of paper earlier? Do you not recycle anymore? You're literally killing the planet.

You're the problem.

You're the problem.

You're the problem.

Everything is your fault. You should have just recycled the fucking paper. Now the world is ending and it's your fault.

Don't pull it out of the trash now, it's too late. The damage is done. You've doomed everything and now you'll burn in-

"Remus?" A voice called from across the house. The door closed, footsteps made their way down the hall.

Remus tore his eyes away from the trash can,

"I'm in here!" He called back.

Sirius.

His Sirius.

He let out a sigh of relief, forgetting about the paper and the horrific fate of the world the moment his eyes landed on his boyfriend.

"Hey, love." Sirius smiled, setting his bag on the counter and throwing his arms around Remus' shoulders, "How's your day been?"

Remus looped an arm around his waist, "Better now that you're here."

They kissed, Sirius let Remus pull away first.

"I've got something for you." He told him, reaching into his bag and pulling out a to-go box, "It's that new sushi place by James' flat you've been talking about. I got the rolls you like."

Remus accepted the box, "Thank you." He pressed a kiss to the top of Sirius' head, "You spoil me too much."

And he meant it. Remus didn't deserve the gifts Sirius kept giving him. Or the gift of Sirius' presence at all.

Sirius was, in every sense of the word, perfect.

And Remus wasn't, would never be, perfect. Remus didn't deserve him.

You don't deserve him.

He hates you.

You don't-

"What are boyfriends for?" Sirius replied easily, reaching around him for a glass, "You up for wine or should I make shirley temples?"

"Wine, please." Remus set the styrofoam container back onto the counter, then pushed it back a little, worried it would fall off the ege.

He glanced at Sirius' bag, where it had been thrown haphazardly onto the marble.

Was Sirius' bag too close to the edge?

What if it fell off and one of them tripped over it?

What if Sirius hit his head on the stove?

Was the stove on and he didn't realise?

Did he really leave the stove on?

How could he leave the stove on like such an idiot?

What if Sirius had tripped and hit his head and burned himself?

What if the house burned down?

What if the house burned down with Sirius inside of it?

Was he really going to let Sirius die because of his stupid fucking mistake?

Push the bag back or Sirius will die.

Push it back or he'll die.

Push it back or-

Remus lurched forward and pushed the bag towards the back of the counter.

He'd only barely gotten it out of the way in time for Sirius to walk back over from the fridge.

"You mind if I pour?" He asked.

Remus shook his head, "Feel free." He turned away as the sounds of the glasses being filled reached his ears.

They had routines now, things Remus avoided so he wouldn't freak out and ruin the night, and questions Sirius asked to make him more comfortable.

And it was comforting. Sirius knew him better than anyone. He knew when to press and when not to pry. He knew just what to say to bring Remus back from the edge of a breakdown.

And Remus knew Sirius.

He knew when Sirius' hands started shaking to get him something to eat because he'd forgotten about it all day.

He knew whenever Sirius was listening to David Bowie he was in a good mood, but when he listened to the Beatles it was because he needed to cry.

They knew each other inside and out.

And somehow- even though Remus was terrified of being too much, terrified of pushing him away with all of his rules and intensities- they loved each other even more because of it.

"There you are, love." Sirius gestured to the glasses, letting him choose which one he wanted.

They were evenly poured, which Remus was greatful for.

But even if they weren't nothing would come from it at all.

But what if something did?

It was highly unlikely.

Remus couldn't chance it.

He took the one closest to him because it didn't matter.

Only it did.

But it didn't. It was a glass. Just a cup to drink from. Neither choice was wrong.

But-

Oh, for fuck's sake-

"I'll put on a movie." Sirius called, interrupting his thoughts, "What genre are we feeling tonight?"

Sirius' smile was partly hidden behind the rim of the glass. It was coy, the way he stared at Remus now.

Remus pretended to consider, even though he knew they would end up finding some cheesy rom-com they would both pretend to hate together,

"Horror?" He offered jokingly.

Sirius nodded, "Ooh, it is almost spooky season."

Remus laughed, "I love it when you call it that."

Sirius smiled, pulling him in for another kiss, "I love you too."

It was a habit of Sirius' to say 'I love you too' any time Remus complimented him. It was nice, it made Remus feel secure, which he supposed was the point.

But what if he was just saying it?

What if he didn't mean it?

Ask him if he really loves you.

If you don't ask him he'll leave you.

He doesn't fucking love you.

How could you ever think he loved you?

How could he ever-

"Horror it is then." Sirius agreed, tugging on Remus' hand and leading him to the couch.

They sat next to each other, Sirius' legs pulled into Remus' lap and their heads resting atop each other.

Five minutes later there was the most sickeningly adorable meet-cute on the screen. Remus watched Sirius' involuntary smile, content and peaceful.

That is, until a knock on the door burst into the little bubble they'd happily put themselves in.

They shared a look, neither of them were expecting anyone.

"Remus! Sirius! Open up!" It was James' voice. It was urgent. Something was wrong.

Remus lifted Sirius' legs off of him, both of them rushing to the door. They didn't waste the time to pause the movie, so there was a swell of corny music in the background as they opened the door to James, blood streaked and breathing heavy.

"There was an accident, you guys need to come with me to the hospital." He paused, panting, "It's Pete."

The entire ride there none of them spoke, Sirius weaved through traffic with an expression like stone.

Remus couldn't stop replaying the words in his head.

It's Pete.

Somethings wrong with Peter.

Peter's in the hospital.

He could be dying.

What if he dies?

What if Remus never gets the chance to say goodbye?

What if the last thing Remus had said to him was mean?

Remus didn't remember getting into an argument with him, but people argue all the time.

What if Peter's last memory of Remus was an angry one?

What if Peter hates him-

"Remus!" Sirius shouted.

Remus blinked. The car was stopped, they were parked in front of the hospital.

"C'mon, we have to go." Sirius' voice was softer now that Remus was looking at him.

He held out a hand. Remus took it with a rush of guilt and fear and gratefulness that he had Sirius to stand by his side.

The waiting room wasn't as packed as Remus was worried it would be, leaving him free to pace without interruption.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four-

"Sorry." Someone mumbled as they bumped into him. Remus bowed his head silently, trying to remember what number he was on.

"He's going to be okay, Re." Sirius whispered, reaching out to touch his hand.

"I have to get this right." Remus replied, "I have to start over."

You already messed it up.

If you don't get this right bad things will happen.

If you mess up Peter will die.

Peter's death will be your fault.

Everyone will hate you forever for this.

They know. Everybody knows it's your fault.

You killed Peter.

It's all your fault.

"For Mr. Pettigrew?" A nurse called.

James and Sirius jumped to their feet. Remus trailed behind them, tugging anxiously on his sleeves.

"How is he?" James asked. The nurse was staring at a clipboard full of handwritten notes.

What was on the clipboard?

Why does he look so upset?

What if Pete's already dead?

You should have told him you loved him.

You should have known something like this would happen.

Your fault.

Your fault.

Your fault.

"Remus?" Sirius tried to call him, maybe not for the first time, and finally caught his attention with a gentle hand at his waist, "Did you hear him? Peter's gonna be okay."

Remus closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief.

He let Sirius' hand squeeze his own a little tighter, grounding him, forcing his thoughts to receed.

It was momentary. It was always momentary.

But on days like this, when his thoughts were worse than normal, more insisting, Remus couldn't be more thankful for Sirius' support.

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That's it for now! I'm planning about three or four chapters total and will add the link here and make a second post about it once it's finished!!

Hopefully you guys enjoyed what I have so far lmaooo <333

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Adariel Secret Santa 2024

A gift exchange centred around the pairing Adar/Galadriel from the TV show Rings of Power for members of the Adariel Discord Server.

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Important Dates

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🎁 November 22 — Assignments Sent

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[cheyplaysgames]

An Introduction to my OC Freddie!

Name: Frederick Harpis

Nickname: Freddie, Fred (Dont call them unless you want to get murdered 😬)

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 15 (HL) 17 (S&A) 18 (AU)

Gender: Male

Birthday: April 23rd

Birthplace/Hometown: Stirling, Scotland

House: Gryffindor

Patronus: Jaguar

Wand: Ebony wood, 11 3/4 in, Dragon Heartstring, Reasonbly Supple, Crooked spiral, Black

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Langauges: English, Scots, Scottish Gaelic

Appreance

Eye color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Height: 5'8

Scars: Long scar over left eye

Personality

Positive Traits: Intelligent, Fearless, Charismatic

Negative Traits: Ambitious, Sarcastic, Impulsive, Stubborn, Aloof, Uncaring

Hobbies: Reading, Flying, Exploring

Likes: Sweets, Thestrals,

Dislikes: Potions

Fun Facts

- Freddie is NOT my first OC nor is he a main character in any of my stories. He was just my "dark playthrough" who very quickly grew on me and many of my friends.

- Freddie is the best example of being both a Gryffindor AND a Slytherin due to having prominent traits from both. He's brave but he's careless. Hes ambitious and willing to go lengths he shouldn't in order to achieve his goals.

- Freddie's personality and my decision in making him an "evil gryffindor" was inspired by the original Harry Potter movies. A big example being Peter Pettigrew. Not all Gryffindors are good.

- Freddie dislikes Potions but is extremely adept at potion making. While he dislikes the class he likes being center of attention and being praised by Professor Sharp.

- Freddie hates Mooncalves. Something about the long necks and massive eyes rubs him the wrong way.

- He absolutely loves sweets. Although he'll never admit it to you.

- Freddie has a soft spot for Professor Weasley but he will NEVER admit it.

- After the end of Hogwarts Legacy's events, Freddie does go back to school to finish his education. Only after his seventh year does he fully wreak havoc because of the freedom he is given from turning of age and the Ancient Magic he has learned to hone.

- He has a strange soft spot for all animals (except mooncalves)

- Although hes a jerk and can be sarcastic he is also extremely charismatic. Because of this (most) people tend to ignore his rude moments and tend to seek out his company.

Please feel free to ask me any questions about Frederick if you have any! I know he's not the brightest ray of sunshine but I am also open to any MC x MC interactions/friendships ❤️

[character-smash-or-pass-3]

Welcome to the sequel to charactersmashorpass-2, being run by a guy with too much free time.

Rules and just general blog etiquette:

Like the original, this blog is intended for an 18+ audience

All characters must be canonically be over the age of 18 or implied to be an adult (see: cases where an age isn't given but it's very clear the character is an adult). 18 year olds still in high school are still excluded.

You can resubmit characters from charactersmashorpass-2 for what I'd call 'round two', for shits 'n giggles. Also during the earlier days of the blog, this'll help me get it up and running.

Addition to the rules: please don't submit several characters from the same piece of media, 2 or 3 is alright but don't flood the submissions with several characters from the same piece of media/series.

Generally; Characters from Harry Potter for example will be refused. I feel I might have to state this early. woops.

Don't be an ass in the tags if your submitted character gets a high pass rate and actually just don't be an ass in general.

Five characters will be posted (like previously) everyday from 3:10 pm GMT (the schedule is a really nice schedule :])

[SUBMISSIONS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED]

(if there are any questions, both my asks and dms are open for this blog!)