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thedaughterofkings · 1 year ago
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Favourite fantasy book series
I'm due for a reread for several, if not most of these, and I'm really interested to see how they rank with other people!
So please vote for your favourite of these and let me know which ones I've missed!
In no particular order:
The Lord of the Rings isn't on there because it has the uncontested top place in my heart, mind and soul forever and ever anyways and I can't chance it not taking first place in a poll on my blog, I would probably literally cry.
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chaddicus · 1 year ago
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hashtags as used on Tumblr evolving into a standard punctuation mark in frequent use as a result of tags being limited in length but not restrictive of character (besides hard breaks like commas), and so the hashtag is a naturally occurring stop in one's asides and discussions. vs hashtags on other (often algorithmic) platforms indicating a word or phrase that will at best provide a punchline or context to the rest of the post or at worst be of no use or value to the viewer and function only as a bribe to the computer to show more people your face or whatever. is there something here?
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daisynik7 · 1 year ago
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Teach Me, Senpai!
Pairing: Ino x f!reader x Nanami
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~2.6k
cw: smut - threesome, spit-roast, PIV sex (doggy style), blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, Nanami is sorta a perv oops, Ino calls Nanami senpai, a hint of a breeding kink, use of pet names, everyone is an adult here in case that doesn’t come across clearly
Summary: Takuma Ino is your silly, golden retriever boyfriend who brings you along to meet his mentor, Nanami Kento. You’ve heard a lot about him, mostly because your boyfriend constantly praises him for being so amazing. You underestimate how close their relationship is until Ino starts asking his "senpai" for pointers on how to spice things up in the bedroom. What better way to learn than to demonstrate, right?
Author’s Note: I'm currently in heat, can you blame me? I tried my best to edit and proofread, sorry if there are any glaring grammar mistakes or typos, please ignore! Tagging @todorosie @crazychaoticizzy @gojoloves @brightnessemma @batafuraikisu (I know you didn't ask, but I'm tagging you anyways bc ily and I think you'd like this lol). I'm sorry if I missed any tags, Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciate, thank you for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.
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“You’re going to love him, I swear!” Ino insists, dragging you down the hallway of the office building, past empty cubicles. It’s past five and all the employees are out for the remainder of the day. 
“I just don’t see why I have to meet him,” you argue, following him reluctantly.
“Because he’s important to me! He’s my mentor, my senpai! I have the highest respect for him, and I think it’s cool for you to finally put a face to a name. Aren’t you curious about the guy I’m always talking about?”
“Not really,” you answer, rolling your eyes. Honestly, you’ve grown sick of hearing your boyfriend gush so much about this Nanami fellow. You’re starting to feel jealous about how highly he thinks of this other man. “Why are we even here? This seems like a very random meeting spot.”
“We debrief here sometimes after our missions. He used to be a salary man, so I guess they still let him use the office.” They arrive at a closed door at the end of the hall. Ino knocks twice, a bright smile on his face, a little too excited for this.
A well-built blonde man answers, donning a blue dress shirt and spotted tie. You immediately notice how large his hands are, clenched to the door frame, staring at you from behind steampunk glasses. “Hello.”
“Nanami! Hey! This is my girlfriend, the one I’ve been telling you about.” You introduce yourself to him with a handshake, confirming that they are indeed very big compared to yours. You feel guilty noticing something that can be misconstrued as inappropriate, even lewd in most cases, so you quickly let the thought fade, stepping inside the room. 
It’s a normal looking office, quite barren, except for the few papers stacked on the desk and a map posted on one of the walls. There’s a single chair facing the table, so you take that as Ino stands beside you, arm around your shoulders. “Thanks for letting us stop by. I really wanted to introduce you two to each other.”
Nanami nods curtly, leaning on the edge of the desk in front of you. Your eyes almost drift toward his crotch, curious about his size, but you resist the temptation, ashamed of yourself for even imagining something so completely wrong, especially with your boyfriend right next to you. “You said you wanted to speak to me about something,” he says, focusing on Ino. He removes his glasses, tucking them in his breast pocket.
“Ah, right! Well, I’m a little shy to ask, especially since I haven’t mentioned it to her yet…” Ino scratches his nape nervously, tugging his beanie to cover his reddening ears.
You look at him, confused. “What are you talking about?”
He bites his lip, choosing his words carefully before speaking. “Well, you know how you and I have been…you know, having some trouble in the bedroom?”
At that, you immediately freeze, gaping at him, shocked. A strangled noise comes out of Nanami’s throat, equally jarred.
Ino continues. “I want to get some advice from someone I really trust, like Nanami.” He glances between you, waiting for a response, an uneasy grin on his face. 
You’re stunned, heat surrounding your entire body now, mortified that your boyfriend would casually bring this up without any warning whatsoever. It’s no secret to either of you that your sex life has gotten a bit lackluster recently. Besides missionary and the occasional blowjob, there isn’t much else that you’ve tried in the bedroom. Neither of you are that experienced to begin with, and you both lack the confidence to initiate something different, something new. It’s a matter that you’ve been meaning to resolve privately. Or so you thought. 
No one speaks for what feels like an eternity. You’re tempted to grab your boyfriend and haul ass out of there, hoping this entire conversation can be forgotten or played up to be some kind of cruel, sick joke. However, you remain seated, curiously anticipating Nanami’s response. After all, you haven’t flat-out refused yet, and neither has he. 
Nanami clears his throat. “What kind of advice do you need?” You’re surprised that he’s even entertaining the idea. 
“I just want a few tips on how to spice things up,” Ino answers. “Make it more enjoyable for her.” He puts his arm around you again, squeezing your shoulder. You don’t know whether to punch him or kiss him; the arousal growing between your legs says the latter. The thought of another man who’s practically a stranger instructing your eager boyfriend on how to pleasure you is titillating and definitely something different, something new. You won’t deny it: you’re intrigued. 
Nanami crosses his arms over his chest, avoiding either of your gazes, focused on the floor instead. “I will help, if you both consent to it.”
Ino turns to you with puppy dog eyes. “Babe, you cool with this?”
Too invested now to refuse, you reply, “Sure.”
Your boyfriend lets out a sigh of relief, the tension relaxing in the air surrounding you. “Sweet. Me too.” He looks at Nanami, a bright smile on his face now, clearly thrilled about this. “What’s first, senpai?”
Nanami clears his throat again, standing up straight, taking a step towards you. “Well, foreplay is always a good place to start.”
Ino sticks his finger up. “Right! Foreplay. Uh, do you have a pen and paper so I can take notes…?”
“You don’t seriously need to take notes on foreplay, do you?” he snaps. “It’s as simple as kissing and touching on all the right spots.”
“What spots are those?” 
“It’s probably better if you ask her.” Nanami points to you, making direct eye contact. “Where do you like to be touched?”
You swallow hard, timid from being put on the spot like this. “Just the normal places.”
“The two of you have to communicate better if this is ever going to work out,” he says, a hint of impatience in his tone. “Show him.”
Committing to this fully now, you stand up, grab Ino’s hand and brush it against your lips. “I like it when you kiss me. And when you touch my lips.” 
He smiles at you. “That’s good.”
“You can also put your fingers in my mouth every once in a while. If you want,” you suggest, licking the tip of his middle finger. 
He smirks. “Yeah. I definitely want that, too.”
“Sometimes, it’s better to learn by doing it,” Nanami interjects, watching the two of you carefully. 
You gaze at Ino’s lips, then into his eyes, nodding. He leans in, kissing you slowly. He’s always been a good kisser, a great one, actually. The problem is that he’s too gentle with you. 
“Kiss her neck,” Nanami orders, arms at his sides now, hands clenched into tight fists. 
Ino follows, trailing down your chin until he’s at your neck, sucking on your skin. 
“Put your fingers in her mouth. She said she likes that, right?”
Ino hums, tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb before pushing it in. You surround him, using your grip to pump him in and out of you. His other hand drifts to your waist, teasing the elastic of your pants.
“Are you getting wet, sweetheart?” Nanami’s voice is low and sultry; the use of the pet name has you unraveling much quicker than you expect. Without thinking, you breathe out, “Yes,” pushing his fingers deeper down your throat. 
“Fuck, baby,” Ino moans, hot on your ear. “Where else do you want to be touched?”
You pull him out, swallowing your thick saliva, placing his hand between your legs. “Touch me here.”
Ino, eyes glossy with lust, slowly shimmies your pants down your legs, revealing your soaked panties. “Oh shit, you really are wet, fuck.”
“Eat her out,” Nanami demands. There’s a desperate gruffness in his voice that’s undeniable now, and one glance is all it takes for you to realize that he’s hard, an impressive bulge strained in his slacks. He shoves all his belongings off the desk, making room for you. “Here. Do it here.”
Ino curses under his breath, cock stiff in his sweats, leading you to the table, where you sit at the edge, spreading your thighs open for him. He slips your panties off, licking his lips before diving into your arousal, tongue pressed firmly on your clit. “Fuck,” you moan, squirming from the sensation. 
Nanami walks to the other side, near your head, staring at Ino’s face buried in your pussy. Instinctually, you reach for him, pulling him by the belt, tongue hanging out. His eyes flit to yours, surprised when you say, “Touch me, senpai.”
Ino moans into you, clearly turned on by it. Obliging, Nanami hoists your shirt off, leaving you in just your bra, which he hastily unhooks to bare your chest. Bending towards you, he wraps his lips around one breast, suckling at your teat, his hand working the other nipple, pinched between his fingers. You’re close to your climax; you just need a little bit more. As if he can read your mind, Nanami releases you with a pop, saying, “Suck on her clit until she comes. Fuck her with your fingers at the same time.” His sudden vulgarity spurs you on, grinding your hips against your boyfriend’s face, pulling Nanami back to your tits.
Ino muffles, puckering his lips around you, sliding his middle finger inside you. You throw your head back on the desk, ecstasy rippling through your entire being, knees shaking with sensitivity. 
“Yeah, she likes that,” Nanami purrs, flicking his tongue on your peaked nipples. “Put another in. One at a time, until she’s full.”
Ino manages to fit three of his digits inside you before you orgasm with him latched to your swelling bud, coating him in your slick. He doesn’t stop licking until you’ve come down from your high, pushing his head away, overstimulated. Nanami removes himself from you, unbuckling his belt, watching intently as your boyfriend slips his wet fingers inside your mouth. “Taste yourself babe. You’re so fucking good.” You slurp your own juices off him, pussy throbbing, aching to be fucked. 
“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Nanami murmurs, shimmying out of his pants, erection protruding from his briefs. He palms it, rubbing his thumb over the wet spot oozing from the tip. “Ino, tease her a little bit.”
“Yes sir,” he salutes, pulling down his bottoms, cock sprung against the hem of his sweater. He taps the tip of his dick on your puffy bud, smiling wide as you writhe for him. “Damn, baby. I’ve never seen you this wet before.”
“It’s a good thing you came to me then, isn’t it?” Nanami mentions, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. “Now turn around for us, princess. It’s going to feel so much better for you like this.”
You obey, readjusting your body to bend over the desk, ass pushed towards Ino, desperate to be used by them both. Your boyfriend positions his cock at your entrance, huffing, “You ready, baby?”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Ino,” you moan. “Fuck me hard.”
He glides in slowly, stretching you out little by little, easing into you. Once he’s all the way in, groin pressed to your ass, he starts thrusting at a steady pace. It increases gradually until he’s pounding away at you, hitting that sweet spot over and over until your eyes glaze over, in a total state of bliss. 
Nanami studies you, enjoying the show until he notices you staring at the bulge in his briefs, tongue lolling, practically begging for him. He smirks at you. “You want all your holes stuffed, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You nod, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth, eyes weepy, peering up at him. How could he resist such a cock hungry slut like you? Especially when you look at him like this? 
“I’m going to give you my cock then. Think you can take it?” he asks, shoving his underwear off, cock flopping against his abdomen. 
“Oh yeah, she can fucking take it,” Ino grunts, hands gripped to your hips, still fucking you with fervor. “Right babe?” He delivers a fresh slap to your ass, which echoes off the walls of the office. 
“Yeah, I can take it,” you mumble, gulping down the spit collecting on your tongue. 
Nanami hums, satisfied with your answer, inching his dick closer to your mouth. “Open up for me, sweetheart.”
You do, swallowing him until he bottoms out to the back of your throat, testing your gag reflex. He stays still, staring at you, relishing this lewd sight. “Ino, your girlfriend looks so pretty with my cock in her mouth. Don’t you agree?”
“Fuck, yeah. So fucking hot how she just takes it. She’s a good girl, always has been,” he says from behind you, spreading your cheeks open to watch himself disappear into your pussy with each thrust. 
“You’re a lucky man,” Nanami mutters, tipping your chin up, gazing into your eyes. “And you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you? Getting fucked by your boyfriend and his senpai.” Nanami begins to move, pumping himself in and out of your hungry mouth, your tongue running along the underside of his dick. 
Ino shrugs his beanie off, running his fingers through his hair, damp with perspiration. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re taking us so fucking good.”
“Like a proper slut,” Nanami adds, tracing the outline of your lips, glossy with spit, stretched around his shaft. “Do you suck his cock as good as you suck mine?” 
You nod, swallowing your gag reflex as the tip of his dick hits the back of your throat with each solid thrust of his hips. Your second orgasm approaches quickly, your pussy clenching Ino’s cock, though you can’t say anything while gobbling up Nanami’s cock, so you let it be, continuing to be spit-roasted over the desk, thirsty for their cum.  
“Fuck, I’m going to come soon,” Ino says, slowing his pace. “I’ve never…I’ve never come inside her before.”
Nanami, still relishing his blow job, asks, “Why not?”
“Too scared to get her pregnant,” he admits. It’s true; Ino always pulls out, even when you beg him to finish inside you. You appreciate that about him, but in this moment, you want nothing more than his cream pie filling you up. 
“Is she on birth control?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Once again, as if psychic, Nanami responds, “Then I’m sure she wouldn’t mind getting your load just this once. Right, sweetheart?”
Your words are muffled. Nanami pulls out, cock wet with your spit, stroking it in his fist. “What was that, princess?”
“I said yes! Give it to me, Ino!” you whine, shaking around him. 
“Fuck, are you sure, baby? You sure you want it?”
“Give it to me. Want you to breed me,” you blurt out. 
“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Nanami coos, slapping the head of his cock on your tongue. “How about here? You want it here too?”
You glance at Ino, who’s watching. He nods, licking his lips. “Yes. Want your cum inside me, senpai,” you reply. 
He smirks, pushing himself back inside you, his length sliding on every inch of your tongue. “Good girl.”
It doesn’t take long for both men to come, Ino shooting his seed deep into your womb, stuffing you full, Nanami spurting ribbons into your mouth, guzzling down each drop. They pull out slowly, cocks sensitive now from the stimulation. You roll over onto your back, catching your breath, looking up at them with a satisfied smile on your face. 
Nanami cups your cheek in his hand, thumb brushing delicately against your skin. “Such a messy girl. I think she needs a few more lessons. What do you think, Ino?”
Your boyfriend’s eyes are blown wide, staring at the lewd sight before him, your pussy leaking with his cum, your mouth drooling with Nanami’s. “Yeah. Definitely needs more, senpai.”
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tinydefector · 4 months ago
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I do not know if you have ever thought about it, but listen! Last night I came up with a funny idea where Nadia and her friend decided to have fun and did a survey among bots. who do they think they would fuck that night and obviously almost all the bots have chosen our favorite ambassador. I would be interested to see the ambassador's reaction to this prank from Nadia😁良い一日を。💕
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Pay back-Human affects
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: pin-up photoshoot, mentioned nudity, thirsting, unhinged behaviour.
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Is it nearly 1am, yes, but I wanted to finish this piece because it was written with the last part, but I wanted it to split it for these requests.
Ask and request are open
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The Ambassador sat with the three surfing what was essentially the cybertronian version of Twitter, Tumblr and Reddit all in one, laughing and reading the post.
"Ooo, this one's juicy!" Nadia crowed, shoving her datapad in the Ambassador's face, making them read through yet another raunchy post.
DockDawg66: "Primus, you guys, have you SEEN our Ambass? The way their hips sway when they walk...I just wanna toss 'em in my cab and take 'em for a spin, if you catch my drift! That soft little organic is begging for a spike the size of their torso. Bet I could make 'em sing."
The whole crew roared with laughter as the Ambassador snatched the pad, face heated in embarrassment, they were aware that some of the bots on ship had a thing for them but this, this was not what they had expected they literally had a full forum dedicated to them.
"Have you no shame, you pervs?" They huff out while pressing a hand to their forehead. Millian scanned down their notes with a smirk. " it seems you've got a bit of a fanclub, chief. Check out 'Ambass_Admirer' tag
'I just wanna rub my plating all over that smooth flesh...make 'em squeal.' They go on like that for paragraphs, it's a riot."
The Ambassador rolled their eyes good-naturedly as their motley human crew dissolved once more into giggles at the bots' oh-so-secret desires. Their jaw nearly drops as the crew scrolls through even more posts. "Fucking hell! How many of these are there!?!?"
"Seriously, it's like every other bot's got the hots for you!" Millian snorted, scrolling furiously. Nadia nudged them with a wicked smirk. "We should totally roast these pervs. Post looking for 'hot single bots' - bet their inboxes would explode!"
Millian cackled, adding fuel. "Ooh, or you could play hard to get! anyone feel like earning a private photoshoot?' Their circuits would short for sure!"
Ambassador's could feel the colour nearly draining from them with the continued bullying and jokes from the three. As for feeding such flames... Well, a little harmless teasing did feel justified, if they wanted to be fiends what was stopping the Liaison from being one back.
"Alright you hooligans, enough scheming for one night." They chuckled. That's when Taylor speaks up. " you know we could do a bit of a spicy photoshoot, kinda like only Fans make some money of horny bots," she hums while leaning over the Ambassador's shoulder. "Taylor!" The Ambassador sputtered with embarrassment and shock.
"Now there's an idea..." Millian mused, eyeing their boss. Money could go far in this ragtag outpost, and fleecing horny mechs of their shanix just felt poetic.
"Alright you lunatics, I will play along. But first-" They turned to Taylor with a stern look. "Ground rules. Nothing goes public without my say-so, got it? I don't need an invasion of metal pervs in my room!"
They three nearly squeal in delight over the go ahead. "So how far are we going to go with this boss, just some light stuff like you laying on a bed or what?" Millian asked. The three are already scheming ways to do decent photos.
"Oh, oh I have a camera somewhere"
"So... I may have been able to talk One First aid into giving me Ratchet's old servos from before we ended up on ship. Don't ask how" one of the others stated.
The Ambassador rubbed their temples, already regretting this scheme but far too amused to back out now.
"Alright, you loons - nothing explicit, got it? I'm not getting Naked for anyone, Classy pin-up style shots fine, some saucy photos sure but that only." They start laying out ground rules for the three,despite being their boss, they were also friends and they did want to enjoy some letting loose. "And I suppose props could...add a dash of naughty flair, but if we are doing this you guys act professional, don't make weird comments."
As the crew dove into planning, they shook their heads fondly. "We'll start simple - you lounging in 'sexy' clothes, maybe leaning on those servos. Gauge how you feel, then amp it up gradually if you feel comfortable."
"And I get 30% of all earnings!" The Liaison called after them as they scramble to grab what they can for the shoot.
Both Millian and Taylor carted in the servos on a trolley, the ambassador was almost impressed but decided to keep their questions to themself, not really wanting to know how they got ahold of severed cybertronian hands. The three are trying to figure out where to start and what the ambassador should wear.
"I swear if Kyle, David or Daniel find out about this I'm putting all three of you on cleaning duty for forever." The Ambassador threatens them, hands on hips, eyeing the bustling preparations with mingled amusement and trepidation. What had they unleashed upon this ship?
"Boss, take a look, scored this silky robe that's sure to drive 'em wild!" Nadia called, holding up the item in question with a smirk.
Millian hauled over a plush bed adorned with soft blankets and pillows from over in the corner Of their room. "Lay back here while Taylor and I do a test shoot, just want to try and set up lightly."
They move to lay on the bed, trying to get comfortable and move things until they feel right. Millian snaps a few pics before the Liaison stands back up looking at the box of clothing.
Nadia and Taylor begin moving the Servos trying to get them set up as close to the bed as possible. “I'm so glad these are holo on the inside, they are Heavy enough” Taylor huffs out and the move and curl the digits.
The Ambassador looks at the different clothing and fabrics with a raised eyebrow. "Do I want to know where you guys got all of this?" They ask. The three just give mischievous looks.
They let out a sigh. "We will start off with something like this, then you lot can play dress ups with me, Christ never knew you three were this much of a nightmare"
"Alright you troublemakers, out with you while I change," they chide their over-eager crew, shooing them from the room with a laugh. Once alone, they unfurl the silky robe reverently, resting it on the bed before peeling off their uniform. Neatly piling it together. They rummage through the other clothing grabbing out a rather nice looking set of underwear before dragging luxurious sheen robe over their shoulders.
They move over to Millian's set before calling out to them. "I'm changed, you can come back in" they call out. Millian's head popped in, eyes widening at the vision before them. "Boss, you clean up nice!" They let out a low whistle.
The liaison's eyes trace over the large Servos on the ground with a pile of pillows and blankets set between them. "So how are we doing this?" They ask. Nadia and Taylor piled in behind, stopping in their tracks at the enticing sight. The Ambassador lounged lazily amid plush bedding, silhouetted seductively against the soft lights. Those mighty metal servos loomed ominously close.
Taylor shook off her daze first. "Lay back and get comfy. We'll start with some innocent stuff - just look smouldering while you toy with the fabric." With that the three moved around getting lights set so they had the height for the photos. “I'm starting to get suspicious on why you guys have all of this equipment in here Millian.” They call out only for them to wave the accusation off. “Eh I do photos for Nadia on occasions”
"Alright, lay back against those pillows- yeah, just like that. Now arch your back a little and tilt your chin up," Nadia instructed eagerly, moving a few pillows into a good position, Ambassador's gaze up with eyes half lidded. “I feel so stupid doing this!” They call out which makes the others laugh. “Ahh don't worry, last time Nadia did a shoot she nearly lost the bikini top she was wearing because it got caught. Spend ten minutes trying to not have to cut it off” Taylor informed.
“Yea I didn't want to wreck one of my favourites!”
Millian gave a low whistle. "You're doing great, I promise the more you laugh the less awkward it is. Now trail one hand slowly down your chest while the other grips the robe's lapel." Taylor surveyed their work, making subtle adjustments here and there.
"You two- move that big metal hand like it's gently cupping their waist." The crew buzzed around their model putting touches in place. Each minute adjustment drew out as they chatted away about random stuff while doing the photos, it helped them not feel so awkward about doing the photos.
"Alright, I think we've got our money shot," Millian declared at last, snapping one final smouldering image. The shutter clicked rapidly as they tested angles, coaxing out new provocative poses little by little. They stand back up, wrapping the robe around themself as they walk over to Millian. " Can I see the photos? They were rather excited, this wasn't something they normally did, but the three were actually rather professional with it.
The group looked at the photos as Millian slowly flicked through the collection showing off the collection along with some of the more silly ones they took to help ease the tension. The silky robe clung to curves in all the right places, every inch of exposed flesh looked as if it glowed. Bedroom eyes beckoned from heavy lids, lips parted as if panting from passion's heights recently scaled. One hand grasped the large metal hand.
"Holy shit, you really got me good!" They breathed, awed by photos that the three had helped craft. Nadia gave a devilish grin. "Just wait till the boys get an eyeful. They won't know whether to rub one out or combust on the spot!"
Laughter spilled forth from them as Millian begins transferring them over to their data pad. “this was fun, I can see why you enjoy doing it Nadia, I haven't felt this..”
“Beautiful?”
“handsome?”
"Desirable?”
The three state one after another which gets a head shake from the Liaison. “Yes, “ They admit.
"Also how exactly are we going to be posting these photos?" Inquiry, the were feeling rather daring now and wanted to have input on the posting.
They ushered the others close, datapad in hand. "Here's what we'll do- I've got an anonymous account on one of those seedy Commlink forums the bots love. You know, the one where they all drool over flesh?"
Nadia snorted. "Oh yeah, the 'Human Fucker' board. Classy place."
Millian ignored her, pulling up the photos. "I'll post just one crop out whatever you want for your comfort - the money shot where your hand is gripping that servo. Caption will be 'Look who I've got...' nothing else."
“don't crop it post the full thing, I like it and well they want to play with fire this is what happens” the Ambassador hums which makes Taylor cackled, rubbing her hands together. "Mark my words, those mechs will be tripping over themselves trying to claim the 'lucky bot' title," Millian promised gleefully.
Commlink forum: human fucker.
Ambass_Admirer pin.
Tin_Bin25: 'Look who I've got.'
a photo of a bots servos cupped partly around a human in a Satin robe looking rather Ravished, smiling up while their robe is hanging off their shoulder showing off a rather scandalous amount of skin.
Overcharger69: Holy frag is that the Ambass? Lucky slagger, frag what a fine piece!!!
T-Wrexz: No way!. Someone Fragging did it. They got with a Fleshie!
Rev-Rid3: some lucky mech sampled fleshy friction and got the dream...
Flyboi69: : FRAG THIS WHO CARES WHO FRAGGED THEM I JUST WANNA KNOW IF THEY'RE AS SOFT AS THEY LOOK!!!!
ScienceSorcerer: My oh my, what scandalous treasures, do share more with the class! For historical and scientific purposes, of course.
Oiler69: No way, you can't just Post that! Do you have more, Post em up already, need more Proof!
_Heavyhaul: Hey, hey, keep it in your panel's mechs. That photo wasn't released with their consent, it's not cool.
Tin_Bin25: Here is another.
It's a new photo showing the Ambassador lying back against pillows in a low cut silk robe, one hand trailing lazily across their collar while the other grips a metal servo their face pressed against one of the digits as they kiss it, gazing at the camera with hooded eyes
How's that for proof, sceptic? I've got permission for their personal photoshoot, even let me post without hiding their face. Bet your spikes would glitch seeing them like this in person.
Scope_ridge: *venting noises* Frag me sideways, they look good enough to eat! This is officially the best solar cycle ever.
Bar-rizzla: Why, they positively glow with sensuality! One can only imagine the debauchery that inspired such provocative portraits.
StarFielder: Seriously, does anyone have any idea who the lucky mech was? Gotta be someone important...
WPHAS-violation: my Shanix is on it being an officer right? Bet it was Magnus!, rather tasteful compared to the stuff I make.
Con_Spiracy: got me wonderin' - think any other bots have been sampling alien delights?
SunRunner: Whoa, hold up- you've got a whole collection? Heater's firing up over here! *fans self jokingly*
Pimptheride: Hey mech, wanna pass those images over? How much you asking for?
Bar-rizzla: I've got enough engex to trade for a peek! C'mon Tin, help a bot out with his late night activities...
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yexthiccxa · 21 days ago
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Secrets of the Second Shift - (Part 4)
summary: choso invited you over for dinner (part 3) and he's serving appetizers, dinner, and dessert 👅 smut with a little angst on top
wordcount: 3.5k words
full fic c/w: choso smut, choso/fem!reader, choso/oc, modern!au, some plot, plot what plot, porn with plot, gentleman!choso, soft!choso, praise kink, blindfold sex, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, fingering, oral, multiple orgasms
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✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦
Choso guides you to the table, pulling out a chair to offer you a seat. “Please, sit,” he says, his voice soft.
He heads over to the oven to pull out a couple dishes. “What’s on the menu for tonight, chef?” you ask playfully.
“For starters, we have roasted garlic and herb bread.” He sets down one tray with a graceful retrieving the next. The smell immediately makes your mouth water. “For dinner, we have baked chicken and pesto risotto.”
Before he makes his way around the table to sit down he leans in close to whisper in your ear. “And for dessert,” he adds, a smirk curling at his lips, “I’ll be having you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before taking his seat.
You roll your eyes for show, but there’s no hiding the smile that’s tugging across your face. “You didn’t listen to a single thing I said back there, did you?”
Choso’s expression is calm, but there’s a flicker of playfulness in the way he looks at you. “Don’t worry, every word was crystal clear—boundaries, keep it clean, no work, no apartments… after tonight.” Emphasis on after tonight.
You hate how he’s right. But deep down you didn’t really want him to be wrong.
The tension between you settles into a strange, quiet understanding.
Dinner is nothing short of incredible. Each bite you take is a perfect blend of flavors that dance on your palate. The chicken is tender with a crisp, savory crust. The pesto risotto is rich and creamy, and the roasted garlic bread has just the right amount of bite. You take a moment to close your eyes just to fully appreciate the depth of the flavors before shifting your attention back to Choso.
As he talks throughout the meal, your focus remains entirely on him. You notice how his face lights up when he talks about his team. There’s pride in his voice when he shares how his team was built from the ground up and how he held them together when the acquisition almost tore them apart.
And then there’s the way he listens. He holds your hand across the table, his thumb brushing slow, thoughtful circles against your skin as you share your most successful projects. When you open up about your struggles with Naoya, he squeezes your hand because he knows that name makes you wince. It’s gentle but firm and his silent way of telling you that he’s there for comfort.
It’s a small gesture, but it’s enough to make your heart stumble.
But what you can’t get over is the way he looks at you. It’s a look of desire, yes, but it’s layered with something deeper—an unspoken curiosity. It’s as if he wants to make you whole, piece by piece. He wants to know what drives you, what broke you, and why you’re so hesitant to let someone in. He doesn’t say it, but you see it in his deep brown eyes: I want to know you.
You could tell Choso everything—all the answers to all the unasked questions. But you can’t bring yourself to share. You’ve let yourself open up before, let yourself get too comfortable, but all it did was lead you to heartbreak. And with Choso, you’re starting to recognize this feeling all too well. It’s a dangerous path. The kind of path that you aren’t ready to walk again.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Choso cuts in.
Wait. Were you just thinking out loud? The thought startles you, but you shake it off quickly, masking your expression as you pick up the empty dishes and head for the kitchen. “Nothing’s going on,” you say, your voice just a little too breezy. “We should clean up.”
Choso follows silently and you feel his hand on your shoulder. You’ve come to recognize the comfort his touch brings, though you’re not sure that’s a good thing.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he says quietly, his voice gentle but firm, “but I can see something’s wrong. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but can you at least let me know what would make it better?”
You hesitate. He’s too perceptive. The thought that he might already know what’s bothering you makes you uneasy. Instead of answering, you deflect. “How can you tell if something is wrong?”
A small grin tugs at his lips, lightening the heaviness between you. “I run a team that thrives under efficiency. It’s my job to know when something’s off.”
His confidence earns a soft laugh from you, and you take the opportunity to lighten the mood. You turn, placing the dishes in the sink before reaching out to playfully poke his chest. “While I’m impressed by your attentiveness, I don’t appreciate being managed like I’m one of your direct reports.” you tease, trying to regain some ground.
He brings himself closer to you. “Well, I did mention that being under me wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, remember?”
“Thanks for the reminder, but what did we say about keeping work life separate?” When you finally glance up at him, you are at a loss for words.
Suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of just how tall he is, how close he’s standing. The warmth of him radiates through his shirt, and in a split second, you’re reminded of the muscles that lie beneath. Your heartbeat stutters as the moment stretches on just a little too long. You look away to hide the tint of pink flowing to your cheeks.
Choso doesn’t let you slide. Instead he gently places his fingers under your chin, catching you as you turn away. “The same thing we said about everything else.” He leans in close until you’re inches away from each other. “All of that starts after tonight.”
There’s no harm in one night, right?
Everything around you stands still. The only thing you can think of is the fire building between you, and the inevitability of what’s about to happen.“Better make it count,” you reply.
That’s all Choso needs before he makes his move.
You can tell he tries his best to show restraint, but the way Choso cups the back of your head to bring his lips to yours shows you anything but that. Every ounce of composure has completely shattered. His movements become demanding, hungry, starving. He’s kissing you like he’s savoring the way you taste. It’s as if he’s been deprived for years.
He moves his hands down your sides to firmly grip your waist and set you on the counter, causing the container of utensils to crash against the backsplash. The movement rolls your head back, giving him the perfect access to the delicate skin on your neck.
The way he has his mouth on you sends a shock of excitement straight to your core. It’s like his lips are taking care of you in all the right ways. Every breath that hits your skin is a reminder of how much he wants you.
You release a quiet moan as he kisses his way down and slides off a strap of your dress. Deja vu hits when you find your breast exposed and his mouth on your nipple. But this time, it’s nowhere near enough. He’s desperate to have all of you.
“Oh—fu, Choso.”
Hearing you say his name triggers something in him—something primal, something feral. He doesn’t miss a beat as he places his hands around your ass to slide you into him. Seconds later, he hooks his arms under you until you’re straddling his waist.
Choso carries you over to his room while your hands begin to tangle in his hair. Something about this moment seems effortless. Well, actually everything about Choso seems effortless. It’s one of the qualities that keeps you wanting more—and right now is no exception. You crave him—his touch, his taste, the heat of his skin against yours.
As Choso sets you on the bed, you pull up the edges of his shirt over his head—revealing an intricate string of tattoos from his shoulder to his bicep. Fuck—as if you couldn’t be anymore attracted to him than you are now.
He finds your mouth once again and reaches his arm around your back to unzip your dress, slipping it down and tossing it to the floor.
Choso takes a moment to study every single curve of your body. “God, I never want to forget how beautiful you look. I think it’ll be forever ingrained in my mind.”
As he unlatches his belt and takes off his pants, you memorize every muscle—from his arms, to his abs and everything down below. The sight before you helps you piece together every memory you had of him from Friday night. Remembering how good he felt turned you on, but finally seeing the man who made it happen has you instantly soaked between your thighs.
The hunger in your eyes takes over you causing you to grab his arm and pull him down to you. You feel a sense of security knowing that his body is pressed up against yours. “Choso, I want you,” you breathe out.
A devilish smile forms before he pins your wrists to the bed. “It seems you have a reputation for being a bit hasty.” He buries his face into your neck, sucking your skin into his mouth. “I still have to return the favor.”
You arch your back as his mouth trails down your sides and eases off your panties. The feeling of his breath tickles your sex. He doesn’t go directly for your center, but instead begins to kiss around it. Your desperation turns into all out torture. 
Choso places his lips onto your clit, causing shivers to shoot through your spine. “I promise we’ll get there, my love. But first, all you need to do is…relax.”
The hushed vibration of his tone lingers between you two, but before you know it, the wetness of his tongue sinks into you. He buries his tongue as deep as he can go before slurping up all the juice you have hidden inside. 
A string of curses leave your lips. “F—Cho. Oh my god.”
“Mmm, you taste even better than the first night we met.” he moves to your clit and teases you with his tongue. All you want in this moment is for him to lap up all the wetness between your leg, but instead he toys with you—what a fucking sadist.
“Choso, please” you whisper.
He gently lifts to speak, his tone is laced with a mischievous charm. “Please what? I can’t hear you.”
Your shallow breaths leave you dizzy. “I want your tongue on me.”
His voice drops lower, leaving you intoxicated by the sound. “That’s it. Beg for it, princess.” 
“Choso, please—”
He hears your calling and rewards your pleading by letting his tongue massage your clit. The feeling causes you to twitch. His tongue is hot, wet, and renders you completely silent—well, except for the faint moans that leave your lips.
As he continues his rhythm, you feel your body sizzle with heat. Your breath becomes short and labored as he grips your thighs. With your skin being so delicate you wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises that would surely last for days.
Choso’s movements intensify and your fingers instinctively twist into the sheets beneath you. When they frantically search for something to hold onto, you know you’re almost at your peak. 
“Fuck Choso, I’m so close—” you cry.
Choso keeps his pace and his final stroke sends you over the edge.
The coil within you unwinds as you tilt your head back to let the pleasure soak in. The endless feeling of peaks and valleys radiate from your core into the rest of your body. It’s like a rippling current of fire sweeps under your skin. Your body tenses until the last bit of ecstasy squeezes out of you.
Choso definitely made good on his promise, you’ll give him that. “We can call it even—consider your debt paid,” you say as your body relaxes, sinking into the sheets.
He gives you no time to react. Instead, he opens the drawer of his nightstand and takes out a condom. “Well then, I guess it’s time to start a new tab.” He leans back over to give you a quick kiss. “Now that you’re here, I have no intention of letting this end anytime soon.”
You watch him roll a condom onto his shaft, stunned by how big he truly is. You remember feeling him stretch you from the inside out, but seeing it with your own eyes is a different kind of euphoric. Choso is the type of big you’ve only dreamed about. Between that, his muscles, the tattoos, and his gorgeous face, it feels like this man has it all. And now you were going to have all of him.
“Why don’t you show me that pretty little pussy again?”
You open up your legs and slide one hand down the middle, spreading yourself wide open. 
Choso’s eyes go wide. He’s never seen anyone as stunning as you. He’s hypnotized beyond his control, and he can’t bring himself to fight it—not that he’d want to.
He eases his way into you, causing a moan to escape your lips. Sliding into you was easy, but adjusting to his size was a different story—a deliciously painful one at that. If he was a sadist, you were a masochist, like a match fucking made in heaven.
“Fuck me—” Choso grits out. “So. goddamn. Tight.”
The feeling of him breaking you open feels like pure bliss. It’s like nothing else matters except you, Choso and the connection that was never meant to be broken.
His movements are steady but rhythmic. They start off gentle, but once he’s had enough to coat his whole length, the sound of his hips pounding into you begins to fill the room. Every thrust gets deeper and your moans only grow louder.
In. Out.
In. Out.
Just when you think he’s had his fill, Choso picks you up to claim you in every part of his room. He presses you up against the wall. When you try to take back control he has you bent over his desk. No spot is safe when it comes to demolishing every last bit of you—and you’re loving every second of it.
After pounding into you for what feels like hours, he returns you back to the bed. You’re exhausted but your hands still try to grab hold of something, anything—just so you can find a way to center yourself while he has you in a frenzy. They finally dig into his back and weave through his hair as if it's the only way to stay steady while he ravages you.
“You feel so ….fucking good …inside me.” you struggle to get out with every push. “Fuck—yes, Choso.”
Choso loves how you sound when he drills his way inside of you. When he sees you on the brink of unraveling, he picks up one of your legs and places it on top of his shoulder before pressing into you. This time it’s harder. This time he’s going faster. And this time, he’s slamming into a spot that has you hitting notes you’ve never hit before.
“Let me hear you, beautiful.” he purrs as he locks his gaze onto yours. “Let the whole fucking world hear.”
Just when you think Choso couldn’t make you feel any better, he takes his thumb and presses it into your clit—massaging it to match his pace. He moves in circles, hitting every spot in perfect sync. He has the hands of an artist and the touch of a god—this man will truly be the death of you.
“Just—just like that. I think…” you pant.
You don’t need to finish your sentence, because he already knows. “Yes baby girl, do it. Come all over me.”
“Choso, I want you to—”
When he looks down to you, you see an intoxicating mix of lust and sincerity in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’m right there with you.” 
His acknowledgement is all you need to push you past your limit. You explode into a throbbing mess and it doesn’t take long for Choso to follow.
“Fu- fuck—god. That feels—” he roars as his dick pulsates in you.
Your cheeks flush at the thought of him finishing inside you. The only thing that would make it better if it were raw instead.
Your orgasm this time feels as good as the last one, if not better. As your body stiffens, every nerve is on high alert. The surge of desire races through your veins, sending a shock of electricity through your body. When you begin to settle, your breath slows down, a contrast to the rapid pounding of your own heartbeat.
One final breath and Choso puts his arm around you, holding you close while his fingers trail through your hair. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly, his voice warm and soothing.
You want to respond, but your body has other plans. The feeling of his touch comforts you as you nuzzle closer and close your eyes. You fight the urge to flutter your lids, but the exhaustion begins to creep in despite your best efforts. 
“Fantastic—,” you murmur, but even as you say it, you feel yourself dozing.
Choso kisses your forehead, his arms tightening around you. Being with him feels like a rush of pure, unfiltered joy where the world is impossibly right and there’s nothing that can go wrong. 
You wish this was everyday life. But deep down inside, you know that it doesn’t work like that. It can’t work like that. It never works like that.
Stop, you tell yourself. Not tonight.
You push those reservations aside for another day.
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Choso lies still, feeling the weight of you in his arms. He debates whether he should wake you up or not so he can drive you home—after all, you both still have work tomorrow. But when he glances down and sees the peaceful look on your face, he hesitates. You look so comfortable, so safe.
Selfish, he thinks. I’m selfish for wanting you to stay.
He lets out a sigh. The idea of forcing you into the cold night and dealing with the weight of responsibility, feels like an unnecessary cruelty—for both of you. He takes a chance and decides he can take you home early in the morning with more than enough time for you to get ready. The thought of stealing a few more hours with you, even if it’s just to sleep is hard to resist.
Carefully, he slips his arm out from under you, moving with deliberate caution to avoid waking you. Once free, he stands and surveys the aftermath of the evening. Clothes are everywhere, the food is still out—everything is a chaotic mess but he doesn’t care because he made it with you. He picks up your clothes, setting everything neatly in one place. Then, with the same care, he moves to the kitchen to clean up the remnants of dinner—the half-empty wine glasses, the abandoned plates. He moves with quiet purpose, giving himself something to do as his mind races.
What am I doing? He wonders, putting away the remaining set of dishes.
You are everything he wants but someone he can’t have, unless you let him. You’re a strong, beautiful, and intelligent woman. But he can see it: even though you make an effort to try, you’re guarded, hesitant, as if afraid this could become something more.
Choso feels the invisible walls you’ve put up. He isn’t sure if it’s out of caution or traces of something deeper, but it makes him tread lightly. Yet here you are, asleep in his bed, and he can’t deny how badly he wants to be with you, to know you.
Once the mess is cleaned, Choso gets ready for bed, brushing his teeth and washing his face to cool the heat still lingering in his body.
He checks his phone and sets an alarm for 6 a.m. Hopefully that’ll be enough time to get you home before you need to start the day. As he slips back under the covers, he scoots closer to you and rests his hand on the curve of your hip. He closes his eyes, letting the rhythm of your breathing lull him to sleep.
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It’s 6:00am and the deafening sound of his alarm shatters the silence. Choso groans, blindly reaching out to shut it off. He rolls over instinctively, his arm seeking the familiar warmth of your body—but there’s nothing.
His eyes snap open. The sheets are rumpled but empty.
Sitting up, he glances around the room. Your clothes, your shoes—they’re gone. He grabs his phone, but there are no calls, no messages— nothing. The truth hits him like a cold gust of air.
No apartments after tonight, Choso reminds himself. He immediately dreads the fact that the night has ended and another day begins.
Choso drops back onto the bed, the empty space beside him feeling heavier now. 
Everything now is crystal clear—there’s clearly a path you want to take. And while he wants to join you, he’s starting to question if he’s ready to follow.
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sweetnnaivete · 1 month ago
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ceri’s not-so-secret santa event!
hi cuties!! to celebrate the beginning of the true winter season, i’ve made this fun little event for you to participate in if you’d like :) just follow the rules and have fun xoxoxoxo
⊹ ࣪ ˖ everyone.
🎲 santa doesn’t know you like i do - classic tumblr games! (ie. cym, kmk, wyr)
🎲 been an angel all year - make assumptions about me (bonus points for relating to winter/the holidays) and i’ll tell you if they’re true!
🎁 christmas wrapping - i’ll recommend you five songs & explain why i chose them!
🎁 once bitten and twice shy - i’ll make you an outfit based on your blog!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ close mutuals.
🎁 chestnuts roasting on an open fire - i’ll make you a pinterest board based on how i perceive you/our friendship!
🎲 wintery fairyland - i tell you what winter-y thing we would do together if we met up irl! (specify if you want it relating to christmas or a general winter theme)
🎁 love to keep me warm - i’ll write you a little love letter!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ rules.
one request per ask
only one ask per day
you can request each of the games (🎲) multiple times (the exception being wintery fairyland), but each of the gifts (🎁) can only be requested once
how to know if you’re a “close mutual”? – if we’ve interacted beyond simply following each other and liking the occasional post! if you’re still unclear, you can ask :)
this event will go from december 1st-20th! all games will be answered as soon as possible, gifts will be published on the 24th or 25th!
love always, ceri 🤍
⊹ ࣪ ˖ tags.
@sunyalucks @scrumblewonk @iloveyapping @theodditylacey @angeliicheartt @lovethornes @sleepinginmygrave @kozumesphone
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skeedelvee · 1 month ago
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Carry On Countdown Day 8 - Bleed
For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3
For todays prompt I've gone with fics that involve Simon bleeding and Baz reacting to it
Wounded bleeding:
The Hero of The Story by @philaet0s
Rated T, 3,768 words
“You’re going to die if the bleeding doesn’t stop,” I say again, more firmly. He glances at me, and what I see in his eyes terrifies me. Indifference. As if the thought of his death doesn’t faze him at all. As if… As if he doesn’t care if he dies. ————————— When Simon comes back from a mission, bleeding out, Baz takes care of him and realizes that the most worrying thing about him isn’t the blood he lost.
A Close Shave by Roobadley
Rated T, 2,367 words
Simon nicks himself shaving, repeatedly, and Baz has had enough. It's high time he learned how to properly shave. (Who would have taught him? The mage?! Surely not.) Two idiots. One bottle of aftershave. It's just a shameless excuse for banter, really.
Kiss It Better by @that-disabled-princess
Rated T, 2,087 words
Simon comes back from a mission for the Mage injured again. This time, instead of doing nothing, Baz helps Simon with an... interesting spell. At Simon’s request.
No Holding Back by @captain-aralias
Rated E, 5,809 words
"I went to sleep covered in blood. When I wake up, someone is licking it off me." A magic amulet makes Baz act on his repressed instincts.
Good As New by @facewithoutheart
Rated T, 1,499 words
Two Scenes. In fourth year, Simon returns from a mission with a serious injury and Baz makes an even more disastrous realization. In the future, Simon gets a paper cut and Baz gets to heal an old wound.
Femslash period bleeding:
Take Me Down into Your Paradise by Confessionsofachocoholic
Rated E, 2,945 words
The tags really say it all… (Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst - if you blink, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Strap-Ons, fem!SnowBaz, Blood Drinking, Menstrual Sex, Menstrual Blood Drinking, Safe Sane and Consensual, garter belts, Thigh-High Stockings, Lingerie, Face-Sitting, COC - 2019, Carry On Countdown (Simon Snow), Carry On Countdown 2019, COC - 2019 - DAY:7 - WLW, LETS GO LESBIANS, here we go lesbians, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, unless you count blood drinking as plot, My First Smut, read it and roast me)
First Blood by Gettingby
Rated E, 3,696 words
Fem!SnowBaz I assumed that Snow, because she’s a human and not a vampire, had been menstruating regularly for most of the time we’ve been roommates. I assumed that there was something unappealing about period blood to vampires, and didn’t worry about it again. I was wrong. I was so very wrong.
If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it
Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3
@carryon-countdown
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kitkatopinions · 6 months ago
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Guess who saw another rwby Stan in the rwde tag again complaining about how rwde are using the block evasion just to freely "complain everything about the show" and how tumblr needs to fo better.
You mean like how the recent "complaint" about rwby was stans harassing a queer black woman because she criticized bumblee and many rwby stans here on tumblr were celebrating their victory of removing her video and even blocking her channel because if that criticism?
Bro, "Tumblr needs to do better?"
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This is why people say that anti-rwde posters feel like a cult. What is Tumblr going to do? Posting criticism of RWBY is not hate speech or bullying lol, and that's what these guys don't understand. Yes, some rwde posters occasionally get into bullying and hate speech when they do things like say people should die or use slurs or make homophobic comments, all of which I've seen and condemned from RWDE posters AND RWBY fans (so if all rwde posters are condemned over the actions a few, so should all RWBY fans.) But the act of criticizing RWBY in any form (which is what "rwde" is) is not that, it's not the same thing no matter how many times these obsessive overly sensitive people say it is. To them, saying "I don't like RWBY" is the same as saying "I hate women" and saying "I think the romance writing for Bumbleby is forced" is the same as saying "I hate queer people," and saying "I think this show has bad and sometimes bigoted writing" is basically saying "nobody should be allowed to like this show and I'm going to do everything in my power to ensure it burns in the fiery ashes of Hell." I know this, because you can do things as simple as say "the merch in the stores isn't good" or "I'm interested in a creative re-write" or "I think Bumbleby I'd over-hyped" and you'll be sent death threats and harassed and told to stop watching and stop posting and that you've laid down with the dogs and 'fallen' and are now 'rwde' and therefore an enemy that must be purged.
Every fandom has groups of critics, every fandom gets roasted, much better pieces of media than RWBY have been dragged to Hell and back. People have to learn that no one is obligated to like or go easy on their favorite show, and disliking it or something in it is not automatically a sign of some darker bigotry lol, especially considering what company made it and that Miles Luna has a history of bigotry. Like
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Tumblr isn't going to make 'don't post rwde' part of the community guidelines or stop rwde posters from blocking people so that we can be harassed. Once again, I used to be VERY choosy over who I blocked until I realized that the majority of the people who debated any of my posts weren't even sort of using logic or reality.
They're just mad that it's harder to bully us. The thing is that I would debate any anti-rwde poster that came at me but wasn't irrational and would actually address my points, but I'm not here to debate. I'm perfectly happy letting the people that enjoy RWBY and want good vibes and just like talking about how good they think the show is CONTINUE to do that. We disagree, but I'm happy they can find enjoyment in it. But they're NOT happy just enjoying the show and letting us be over here in our little corner talking about how we don't like this or that in RWBY, the fact that people are ALLOWED to criticize something they like is angering to them and something they're just and right to bully people over, because they think their show is above criticism and that they're the poor martyred heroes out here doing the Lord's work lol.
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tswaney17 · 1 year ago
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Happy @azrielappreciationweek, Day 7: Free
I was very excited to bring back my Oh Baby AU for this week. I'm slowly coming out of my creative funk, and I hope to be back to posting on the regular here soon! 💕
Catch up here: Little One, My Son
My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics​​​
My ao3 account: tswaney17
Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕
Trigger warnings: none
Word Count: 2,224
This fic will be posted on AO3 only. Read here.
Azriel slid Rosalie’s plate back in front of her after cutting her roasted chicken up into more manageable bites.
“Thanks, Daddy!” she announced, spearing a piece of meat and popping it into her mouth.
He leaned down, kissing the top of her head.
“How is training going?” Elain asked her elder sister.
They were having their weekly family dinner at Rhys and Feyre’s manor. Since they all started having children, the sisters pushed to keep up these traditions so the cousins could grow up together. Or at least they tried to as much as possible. Occasionally, one group wouldn’t be able to make it, like when Amren and Varian were in Summer, or Cassian took his lot to the Illyrian Steppes. But, for the most part, they all showed up for this set-aside, few hours to reconnect as a family.
And it worked. Kaden and Nyx were as thick as thieves, and Rosalie and her younger cousin Sutton were already the best of friends. He loved seeing their children together. It reminded him much of his childhood with his brothers. The bond formed through centuries that could never be broken.
Tested, yes.
Broken, no.
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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 1 year ago
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Tumblr Fandom: A Year in Review 2023
Tagged by @mistmarauder and I'm pretty sure I'm contractually obligated to do as she says so...
Top Five Blorbos: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Patrick Jane, Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar
Top Five Fandoms: 9-1-1, Fast & Furious, Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, The Mentalist, The Witcher
Top Five OTPs: Buddie, Xedgin, whatever the hell Dom/Brian is called (there is so little fanfic for them I am weeping), Jisbon, House/Shenanigans uh I mean House/Wilson/Cuddy
Shoutout to Some New Friends: @princessfbi and @tulipfromtheinternet have been very kind to me, leaving treats out on their porches for me to sniff. I even let them pet me after a few months of slowly earning my trust!
Shoutout to Some Old Friends: @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie are two friends I grew closer with this year, and have done a lot to restore my trust in people. They've put up with an unfair amount of prickliness and distrust on my part with grace and love. @evcndiaz has also put up with me dropping into her inbox with fun (horrifying) facts about human anatomy, which earns her a gold medal. And of course @givemeunicorns @devilsbrokerank @captainofthefallen and @extasiswings continue to be my rocks and remind me that there are good people in this world, and that some of those good people might actually love me.
Favorite Creation You Posted This Year: Genuinely I feel like with my Halloween fics I have done the best work in my fanfiction career. I'm shocked at how proud I am of the fanfics I put out this year, including my Wednesday fic and my Xedgin fics. It's impossible for me to choose a favorite.
Favorite Creation Posted by Someone Else This Year: @kittykatthetacodemon had me reading fic for fandoms and ships I'm not even in or shipping? she's just that fucking good? holy shit go watch Mag7 and then read her fics just. just do it.
People Who Brightened Your Year: @lisbonsteresa always and forever brightens my days, and it was a delight this year to be in the same fandom again as she got me hooked on The Mentalist, @mistmarauder always makes me laugh even (especially) when she's roasting me, and @extasiswings helped me get away from the real world a couple times when I needed it.
Anyone Else You'd Like to Mention: I'm so grateful to all of my readers, always. Your enthusiasm and comments are what keep me going. Thank you thank you thank you.
Five of Your Favorite Authors This Year: I'll be honest I have barely read any fanfic this year since I simply haven't had time but a quick shout out again to @kittykatthetacodemon because Mist forced me to read her fanfics at gunpoint and I've never been so happy to be at gunpoint after reading them. I've reread her Hobbs & Shaw fics literally a dozen times, she nails the hysterical over-the-top banter from the F&F films and it has me giggling every time.
Oh and @henswilsons. Forever and always making me laugh with your delightful fics. Never stop, dear.
Five of Your Favorite Artists/Gifmakers/Podficcers/Etc. This Year: @captain-hen so many times I see a gifset that makes me insane and it's by you, you menace. @like-the-rest-of-la lovely art from a lovely person. @bucksketch you make art that has me screeching and twirling my hair and kicking my feet. @mistmarauder your podfics, babe, you know how much I adore them. Um I'm terrible at remembering urls (I'm even worse with names). Uh. Um. Uhhhh. Uhhhhhhh... *we're all still waiting days later*
Three Things You're Looking Forward to in 2024: 9-1-1 SEASON SEVEN BABEEEEEEY
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kandisheek · 5 months ago
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FIC REC WEEK 32 - EPISTOLARY
Last train home by erde (orphan_account)
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,983 Tags: Post-CA:CW, Pining Steve, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary: Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it's okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.
Reasons why I love it: Aaaaah, the ending of this one is so sweet it makes me want to smother myself with a pillow. I love all of Steve's letters and Tony's retired superhero lifestyle, it feels like a missing part of canon. I adore this one, and I bet you will too, so please go and check it out!
a tweet is worth 140 characters by athletiger, BladeoftheNebula, march_hyde, starksnack
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 7,614 Tags: Coffee Shop AU, Fluff and Crack, Twitter AU
Summary: From tumblr: "Ok but imagine it’s Steve on a date with a guy like this and Tony’s watching from across the coffee shop, live tweeting it!! And then Steve finds out that Tony Stark was tweeting about his terrible date and responds to the thread like “next time feel free to step in and save me!” And Tony’s like “next time you should just date me” and whoops, a twitter romance is born!" Well. It happened.
Reasons why I love it: The formatting in this is so fricking good, it feels like I'm really browsing Twitter. I love the back and forth and Tony live tweeting Steve's terrible date, it's hilarious. And there's just something about Johnny Storm getting roasted by the Avengers that I deeply appreciate. Pun absolutely intended. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!
ctrl-alt-deceit by soliloquent
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,113 Tags: No Powers AU, Miscommunication, Getting Together
Summary: “Tony, I’ve completed the background check on Steven Rogers, and there’s something big you need to know. Like, massive security-threat level big. I’m sorry, sugar. He’s bad news.” Or: A corporate espionage story told solely through excerpts from CEO Tony Stark’s inbox. Featuring romantic pining, delightful office lunches, sarcastic super-geniuses, intense investigations, revolutionary nanotechnology research, unhinged arch-nemeses, haunting ghosts from the past, and an endearing emoji overload by a witty Peter Parker.
Reasons why I love it: The suspense in this fic is so goddamn good, it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time! I really love the Knives Out reference here, it definitely got a good chuckle out of me. And Steve is such a sweetheart, I love him so much. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it, if you haven't already!
🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 by Anaxandria, BladeoftheNebula
Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,159 Tags: Fluff and Humor, No Powers AU, Domestic Avengers
Summary: Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward. A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.
Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, I love everything about this! The Non-Powered Avengers group chat cleansed my soul, it's so funny. And Steve and Tony's voices especially are so spot on, it feels like I'm really reading their messages. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it yet, then you're definitely missing out!
Collected Letters (1930-1943) by brokentoy, triedunture
Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: T Words: 16,654 Tags: PTSD, Roommates, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: The collected private correspondence—unedited, uncensored—of Steven Rogers, later known as Captain America, and his longtime companion, James B. Barnes, spanning the years from childhood to World War II.
Reasons why I love it: This fic just tears at my heartstrings in the most beautiful way. I love how their relationship develops while they're living together, and the glimpses into what their life was like in the 30s and 40s feel so real I can totally believe it's what actually happened in canon. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's wonderful!
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girldragongizzard · 3 months ago
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Chapter 3: The question of lunch
By requesting the space from the wait staff, Säure has led us to the back of the deck.
It’s a pretty good spot for the both of us. It’s above the beer garden and it’s outside. People today are gathering mostly inside, but it’s lunchtime and there’s some grilling happening in the garden because it’s a nice enough day. The deck is mostly empty, despite the lunch rush.
The inside gets noisy because the sound baffling in there sucks. And the garden has sucked most of the deck crowd down there.
There’s still a bit of a roar from the open door near us, but we can hear each other talk just fine.
We’re both in psuedo-human guise. The businessdrak and the trans dragon princess. I think I currently might be heavier looking than he is, but whatever. That’s not indicative of anything when we’re like this.
By the time water is served to us, our devices are both on the table, face up. He’s using what I’m guessing is the latest iPhone. Mine is still the secondhand third party tablet that Kimberly gave me, that Chapman enchanted. 
I’m starting to think the enchantment gave it durability as well as an infinite seeming battery life. I suppose I could have asked at any point, but I’ve been distracted.
“I know what I want,” he expertly swypes into his phone. “Take your time with the menu.”
I might be scowling at his phone. I type with two thumbs, and if I use Swype it actually messes me up. Again, he can talk faster and more easily than I can.
I go ahead and pick up the menu and scowl at it instead. It’s going to be the cheese steak, without the vegetables in it, and a side of roasted red potatoes. And a Fisherman’s Bock. I know this before I pick it up because it’s what I have always ordered here. I am wondering, though, how it’s all going to taste with my fully draconic pallet, now. I’m sort of wondering, with my taste for whole seagull, whether I might enjoy the oysters.
No. I’m going to order what I can afford and attempt to pay for myself. And I really can’t afford this, but I do have the money for it and I can eat more seagulls instead of chuck later in the month to compensate.
Am I going to have to remember to chew? Or, is this going to be a really interesting sight to everyone who looks our way?
I’m still making a point of looking over the menu, to give my eyes something to do, when I wonder when this became lunch instead of just a beer.
I look at Säure, who is watching waitstaff, waiting for our server. He might just order a beer, because I think I decided on lunch when he said to take my time with the menu.
I am hungry, though, and it is lunch time.
Was that some kind of power move on his part? What happens if he pays for my meal? What does that mean? Would he be displaying his power? Or could I interpret it as him giving me a gift of submission?
If he withholds his payment for my half, should I be insulted?
Are we playing by local human rules, or draconic instincts?
Do I get to choose?
I make a decision based on my stomach and the observation that this is so little money when it comes to his wealth that it’s a very silly concern, and I start typing my order into my tablet for when our server arrives.
Which is right now.
“Hello, my name is Megan. I’ll be your server today,” she says. I can see her name tag has her pronouns on it.
I hold up a finger, eyes wide, then grab my tablet and hit home, then pull up my Tumblr and point at the title of it, “Meghan the Dragon.”
Megan the server leans forward, gawks at it and exclaims, “No, way! That’s you?” Then she looks me in the eyes and freezes.
I blink and turn away, nodding. And say, “Yes.”
She blinks and shakes her head and says, stepping back to her original position, “Ah, we share the same name. That’s so cool. So what would you like today?”
I’m starting to realize that transfixion doesn’t seem to have a huge psychological impact, which is very strange. It must be part magical. Not actually an instinctual fear response. Except, maybe it sometimes has a mild amnesiac effect?
Did she not really notice what my eyes look like? Or was that just part of the way a lot of humans take us for granted for some reason?
Säure nods in my direction, gesturing, so I switch back to my app and hit talk.
“I’d like the cheese steak, hold the onions, mushrooms, and peppers, with a side of roasted reds. And a Fisherman’s Bock. Twenty-two ounce,” the tablet rattles off in one go.
“Very good,” she says, nodding at me. Then she turns to Säure, “And you, sir?”
He smiles and holds up his phone to demonstrably swype into his own copy of the same app, “I would like the oyster platter with a pint of your pilsner, please.”
He’s so smooth and quick with his device that I feel like Patrick Bateman glaring at his business card in jealousy when I look his way. I really try my best not to show it.
It’s not like I’m actually making human expressions anyway. But we’re both dragons, and I know I’m starting to be able to read draconic expressions fairly well now. He can’t be all that inexperienced and unstudied in that field himself. He wouldn’t let himself be.
Megan the server finishes recording his order and thanks him, then she turns to me before she goes, “And it was so good to meet you, Your Highness.” With no hint of irony or awkwardness, nothing but a glint in her eye and a smile. And then she’s gone to inform the kitchen of our orders before I can react.
I am wearing my tiara.
I haven’t yet given thought into whether or not I can alter my outfit when I manifest it.
I really should look in a mirror and play with this, and maybe get a better idea of what I look like when I’m in this form.
I just keep forgetting that faces are important to other people, I think.
As I’m lost in thought about this, Säure has used his phone to compose an observation.
He watches me like a snake interested in something that looks like food, as I hear his phone say, “Your camouflage seems to have an interesting effect on humans who don’t know you personally, Meghan. I imagine that could be quite useful.”
Fuck it. I’m not going to play his game. I’m going to embrace expediency and tactlessness and grab the horns of this conversation and yank. I ask, “How long study dragons?” And then I look pointedly at him.
“You? Since you underwent metamorphosis. In general? About eighty years now, more or less,” he responds, looking up from his phone screen when he’s done.
He doesn’t look over sixty! But, then, my current guise doesn’t look much like my former body, either.
“How long know yourself?” I ask.
“About that long. Maybe a year or two longer.”
“What you think?”
He studies me. So I lean forward, elbow on table, very un-princess-like, and study him back. I’m sure my face is as impassive as his, but I tilt my head one way and then the other.
He then nods and works with his phone, “I don’t know what you’re asking about. What do I think about what?”
I huff, and hit my tablet a few times with my index finger, “Dragons.”
“Are you asking me what’s my theory?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say with my syrinx. I mouth it right afterward, like I’m badly dubbed, just to be irritating and distracting. It’s an easy word to mouth. I don't know that I have any strategy here. I might just be thrashing about. Which might be bad.
He adopts, probably very deliberately, a relaxed and amused expression I’ve often seen on twenty-something young men, and leans back to start typing on his phone. He does the same thing as me and hits talk after every sentence, “It might surprise you that I am less interested in the theories of anything and more focused on the practicalities of the now. I do study quite a lot of things in quite a lot of depth, but I don’t need to think about it much. I find that that saves me time and energy I can use on continuing my studies. So, I can tell you what scholars have thought about dragons. And I can tell you what I have observed. But I have no conclusions for you, Meghan, I am sorry.”
That’s an awful lot of words to say he doesn’t know. Especially with our mode of communication.
“What you do?” I ask. “About dragons.”
He tilts his head and then pushes forward a more engaged smile, saying, wobbling back and forth just a little as he works his phone, “That is a much more interesting question. I’m glad you asked it. It’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“Go on,” I say.
“We need to spread out,” he says. “We’re bunched too closely together, and it is stifling our growth and hurting humanity. But so far, each of us is so attached to our own little fiefdoms that no one wants to move. I am looking for a solution to that.”
I can’t actually argue with him about that. The evidence I’ve seen suggests that exact problem, and I can’t say I haven’t puzzled over it myself. But, also, I really don’t want to move. My people are here.
“I’m so sorry for how my people have treated you, Meghan,” he continues. “They acted of their own accord based on my initial mission statement, and coordinated with county reactionaries to do it. They did not wait for my orders, and I found the whole company to be rotten with bigots positioned against us, so I had no option but to dissolve Equisetum Wildlife. I’m sure you approve.”
“Yes. Thanks,” I say, cautiously and slowly. That’s pretty much what he wrote in his press release the day he did it, leaving out the part where he’s a dragon, too.
“What I’d like to do,” he says, “is use some of my resources to help incentivize the more mobile peers of ours to go ahead and make that move voluntarily. I’m thinking based on a kind of reward system. However, I need to work with the government to do this smoothly and legally, and I am having a little trouble with that. A good portion of both the local and state governments don’t want to work with me.”
That’s rough, man. It’s also press release material. I say, “Okay.”
“I could use your help,” he says.
He’s not going to tell me anything more than he’s told the public, and he’s just going to outright ask for my help? I want to consider that ridiculous and laugh in his face.
Instead, I ask, “How?”
I maybe should have asked why.
Sometimes, regardless of your boundaries and needs, there is work that just needs doing. And sometimes you're the only one can do it.
Rhoda closes her eyes, sends a little prayer to her greater self, and works to clear her mind of her sorrows and worries, to focus on the trouble at hand. She can afford another hour or so of dragon business, maybe even a day of it, if it means keeping her world intact.
Opening her eyes, she picks up her phone again and opens the mirrored group SMS chat she'd created from Meg's group, that doesn't have Meg in it. The one she uses to support Meghan without disturbing her.
And she types into it, “Artists. Keep us informed! Thank you.”
Then she starts sending off direct messages and emails to individual people to start activating the alert network she’s been cultivating since before the dracomorphosis began.
It's not for Meghan's sake that she uses it.
Inspired by the prayer circles her old church used to have, it’s for everyone's sake. It's a network of mutual support and emergency response to help keep people alive in case things get real bad. Which they just might.
It mostly consists of people she sees regularly in person, like her hairdresser and her favorite librarian. A grocery clerk her age who loves being catty with her. A few members of the Order of Bearded Men of all people, because they like to joke over coffee and also share some history in activism. It's thin, but it covers most of downtown and the northern half of the city.
But also, while the network is much smaller than the prayer circle, and much more fragile than Rhoda would like, it might provide up to date feedback on how the rest of the city is doing. Which she can then relay to Meg's team. Including those two damn Artists who now have a chance to prove themselves.
Rhoda realizes she has no clue just how troublesome Säure might be. He might be just a man that Meghan is angry with. But Rhoda can't really imagine Meghan confessing to wish violence on a human. The urgent and desperate tone of her message has her getting ready for a worse case scenario.
Back to Meg’s network, there's one other difference between Rhoda’s group SMS chat and Meg's. Rhoda added Caleb to it. Meg didn't think of him as one of her people. He's Astraia’s boyfriend, after all. But through Astraia, Caleb is Rhoda’s link to Meg’s Discord and the rest of the dragons of Fairport.
That network covers most of the southern half of the city.
One last thing she does before gathering her stuff to head down to the coffee shop is to message Caleb and let him know to be ready to relay messages.
Hopefully, none of this will be necessary. And then she'll be able to go back to mourning her child, and trying to figure out how to do right by him despite the fact that she's already long ago failed at that.
Maybe if she wrote a biography for him. Maybe it's time to do that.
Maybe if she did that. Or at least committed to it, she could face the other people in her life without heaping them with unconscious expectations. Without bringing her own hopes unsolicited into their lives, and then to be able to see them maybe for who they actually are.
Maybe it'd help her see Meghan for what she actually is more clearly.
But not quite yet.
Right now, there's a fire brigade to rally.
She lifts herself up with the help of her cane and grabs her raincoat and purse. It's a half sunny day, with no prediction of rain. But it seems that dragons are posturing for a fight.
The weather app could be wrong.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Megan the server approaching our table with dishes in hand, but Säure speaks up, finger working his phone with speed.
“Please call off your Architects,” he says. “I'd like to enjoy the meal.”
I tilt my head. 
I've been feeling shifts from Chapman and a constant buzzing from Ptarmigan since we sat down. I can infer easily that Säure can feel them too, and calls them Architects. An interesting choice of term.
What I'm doing is wordlessly feigning confusion and ignorance to make him flustered during the arrival of our food. If I can make him look bad in front of human attention, it'll be a little victory.
But he relaxes and becomes animated with gracious anticipation in reaction to Megan the server's presence.
As she's delivering the food, Megan calls Säure “sir” and me “Your Highness”, but serves us both with equal cheer and bids that we let her know if we need anything more. Then she leaves us to our meal.
Before digging in, once she's gone, Säure uses his syrinx to say, “Please.”
I lift my head and narrow my eyes, and then pick up my tablet to message the group, saying, “Please stop scanning us. Säure can sense it.”
That last sentence will confirm a lot of things to everyone, I'm sure. And Säure will undoubtedly expect that I passed the knowledge on.
“Thank you,” he says.
“You call the Artists Architects?” I ask.
“Artists?” he asks back. “Meghan. They are the Architects. If you know anything about them, you know that they are the unseen force of order in the world, and they have shaped everything we see today, or will hope to see in the future.” He takes a moment to arrange his plate, drink, napkin, and utensils, then picks up his phone again to conclude, “If anyone is to blame for the unfortunate state that we dragons find ourselves in today, it is the Kabal of Architects that you call Artists. The true buck undeniably stops with them, and that is one of the things I would like your help with in changing.”
His use of the word “Kabal” really irks me. Kind of like his license plate. Maybe related to it.
“How?” I ask again.
He looks at his platter of oysters and his beer, then back up at me. With one thumb on his phone, he asks, “Shall we eat first?”
The buzzing and shifts haven't stopped just yet.
I can tell it annoys him, which I like.
But, “Okay,” I say.
And we dig in.
I find that my own teeth are no longer suited to cutting through bread and cooked meat. The flat, spade-like teeth of humans are very well suited to that. While my teeth, and Säure's, are fine for puncturing and gripping flesh, to be torn with raw force, if torn at all, and to hold it in our mouths until we can lift our jaws up and let it fall into our gullets.
Which means that after my first attempt at biting my sandwich, even soaked in aus jus as the tip of it is, I end up using my fork and knife. Like a princess.
I cut a mouthful off the sandwich. I make sure it is skewered firmly on the fork. Then I soak it in the aus jus, thinking about what bread does to duck stomachs and hoping mine is better than that. And then I pull the morsel off the fork with my teeth and let its juices bathe my tongue.
And swallow it whole just as Säure downs another oyster himself.
I'm thinking I should have brought a couple of smooth rocks with me. I might need them to settle my gizzard while I fight this monster later.
At least we'll both be lethargic from this meal.
Then I have a thought.
If he’s eating oysters, does that mean he's a sea monster? Is that why no one's seen him until now?
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libraryofneith · 2 years ago
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Out of Mind Chapter 1 (Joel Miller x Reader)
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This is my first The Last of Us fanfic : D This is based on the HBO show, not the video game - i don’t know how to video game. I’m also still getting to grips with how Tumblr works so if my fanfics don’t look as swish as some other fics do, bear that in mind. If you have any tips let me know! I’m also on AO3 under the same username and I tend to update that first. You can check out this fic and my others here.  
Summary:  You're a pickpocket trying to make a living in the Boston QZ, what happens when you cross two of the most dangerous smugglers in the city? 
Well if you've read any TLOU self-inserts, or any self inserts at all for that matter, you can probably guess : )This is probably gonna be a long one, we're talking some serious slow cooking here. But I promise you it will be worth it. There is gonna be some serious lemony goodness when it comes, like really really lemony, so look away ye minors or people of delicate sensibilities (no seriously i mean it).Until that comes we're gonna have it all - morally ambiguous characters, angst, more trauma than you can shake an hbo show at, hurt and comfort, maybe a little fluff if you ask nicely and so. much. pining!!!!!
Preview:  You were almost disappointed at how easy it had been. One cheeky smile, a suggestive lilt in the voice and that guy could barely tell his ass from his ear. So much for the Clint Eastwood of the Boston QZ.
Warnings/Tags: [18+ minors DNI], Boston QZ era Joel, Pre-Ellie, not Tess slander, reader and Tess are friends, slow burn, like really slow burn, slow roast cooker here, mutual pining, age gap - reader is 27 and Joel is 50, he’s my depiction of a fictional character and I’ll thirst if I want to, angst, hurt/comfort, trauma, attempts at healing, not everything about these characters and their relationships is healthy but it’s an apocalypse so sue me. 
Joel
Today was not a good day.
The sun was beating down unrelenting on Joel as he stalked through the streets of Boston trying to get as far away from the unconscious FEDRA soldier as humanly possible. Apparently that little shit thought that five ration cards for a bag of anti-depressants actually meant three ration cards and a gun in his face. The only thing Joel had taken away from that trade was the look on the guard's face when his fist connected with his jaw. At least he'd gotten the drugs back. If he'd come back to the apartment with ration cards and the stash gone Tess would've been pissed - or more pissed than she was already going to be. Maybe if he stopped by the courtyard he could trade with...
Oof!!!
Joel cursed as he crashed headlong into some stupid girl.
"Oh shit sorry."
He gave no response to her apology except a grunt.
"Oh... shit, sorry," she repeated, the words now laced with innuendo. "Wouldn't want to harm a hair on your lil' head." Who's that short-ass calling little'?
"Don't sweat it. Takes more than a bump to bring me down."
"Oo I bet it does." She was standing toe-to-toe with him now, eyes glinting, her hand stroking up and down his arm. "I wonder what it takes to bring you down." Her hand lingered and her smile threatened to draw him in and for a moment, he almost found himself leaning towards her. Then he snapped back to reality and brushed her off.
"Sorry. Not interested." Last thing he needed today was Tess giving him the cold shoulder all night. Still, he let his eyes follow her a little. She was too young for him by half but no harm in looking. Just looking. She wasn't unattractive, not unattractive at all. Like almost everyone in the QZ she looked like she'd seen better days but there was something in the way she walked, bounced almost, like she was ready to take on every fucker who tried her. And her eyes... shit. Her eyes had caught him staring. She flashed him another smile but he tore himself away, already burning her image out of his mind. A cold shower, a few pills, and a glass of whisky and it'd be gone.
"Took you long enough." Tess was already nursing a bottle when he got home.
"Hello to you too."
"What happened?" Joel sighed. He could never keep anything from her.
"Stupid fuckin' kid wouldn't pay up. Things turned ugly."
"You ok?"
"Yeah, but if that FEDRA bastard wakes up he's gonna have one hell of a headache." Tess grinned.
"So you got the stash back?"
"Yup. Gottit right he-" Tess's face fell and Joel's stomach sank as he pulled out a clear plastic bag filled with marbles, not pills.
"Joel what the fuck?!"
"Someone must've switched the bags."
"Without you noticing, how?"
"I don't know." His entire body was quivering with rage.
"Maybe it was that stupid FEDRA kid..."
"No. He's not that smart." The apartment was filled with a stony silence as he tracked back everything that had happened after the deal had gone south. He knew he had the bag after. Then he'd gone straight home, he hadn't seen or spoken to anyone after. Well, except...
"Oh." Then it dawned on him.
"What?"
"That fucker."
"What Joel. Who was it??"
He could picture her now. The glint in her eyes, that confident stride as she walked away from him, that smile, that damn smile.
"I'm gonna kill her."
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You
You grinned as you examined the bag. One week's worth of happy pills. And after you met with Robert that bag would be seven ration cards.
You were almost disappointed at how easy it had been. One cheeky smile, a suggestive lilt in the voice and that guy could barely tell his ass from his ear. So much for the Clint Eastwood of the Boston QZ. You'd still have to lay low for the next few weeks until Tess and Joel gave up on finding you. From what you'd heard these people were not to be fucked with. Of course you had anyway but after tomorrow you'd be able to kick back and relax until your supplies ran out. Tiny Dancer blasted through your walkman as you laid back on your mattress surrounded by books, sweets, cigarettes and everything else that almost no one but you had.
Things were finally looking up.
Hope you enjoy, more to come. Like and reblog if you enjoyed, if you didn’t send it to your enemies.
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foxes-that-run · 1 year ago
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2016 Haylor Timeline
Timeline Tag, back to 2015.
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1 January - Yachtgate with Kendall, OOTW video released with Haylor references galore, including HS on her wrist. 12 Jan - CH and TS seen for for last time till March.
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6 January - Harry posted photo of rain on a window. On 6 January 2015 Taylor posted Clear Blue Water" which may have been the day they last broke up.
14 January - rather than dine alone with CH TS encourages 14 year old fan sit with them
16 January - taylor wears outfit and hair like Delicates making of a song to visit Jaime King
17 January - Taylor didn't acknowledge Calvin's birthday. Taylor is in New York
18 January - Tabloid gossip that Taylor is jealous of the yacht, she had been liking angsty Tumblr posts about Harry. Out of the Woods official release Taylor back in LA
20 January - Harry arrives at LAX. Also seen in LA 22 and 23rd. Harry’s iMessage leaks and is [email protected] fans confirm it syncs with his IG
21 January - Harry celebrates 22nd Birthday in London, early, with Nick Grimshaw, stylist spends the night in his house. Kendall flies LA to Paris…. if she and Harry were dating she would have flown a day early and been at his London birthday party??
23 January - Taylor releases New Romantics. Kendall and Harry at Jeff's birthday roast. Kendall is wearing a Big o' Fur (Pop tart??) and leaves alone.
24 January - Harry celebrates his 22nd birthday in LA, also early with Glenn (Jeff's wife) and presumably others.
26 January - 58th Grammys, Taylor performed Out of the Woods, Harry posted photo of woods.
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27 January - Harry signs with Jeff Azoff, also in LA. timeline
29 January - Taylor posted ““So how do you spend your time now that the tour is over?”” in Genius shirt with video with Meredith, I love it.
1 February - Harry unseen on birthday, tweets "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22."
2 February Harry looked fine AF in this Hawaiian shirt
11 February - Kanye releases Famous - it's snake time.
14 February - TN posts “you bring the James dean I’ll bring the red lip” Valentine’s Day. Harry at Clive Davis party
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16 February - Taylor wins the Grammy Album of the Year for 1989. Calvin was at an after-party in a t-shirt. In Miss Americana (21 mins in) she says 'I remember thinking afterwards, Oh my god, that was all you wanted. You get to the mountaintop and you look around and Oh god, what now? I didn't have a partner I climbed it with, I didn't have anyone I could relate to, I had my mom, but I wondered shouldn't I have someone I could call right now? Harry in LA
20 February  - Harry records 'Sweet Creature' in LA. In the Album show at the Troubadour (21:40) Harry introduced 'Sweet Creature' saying it was the first song written in the studio a couple of weeks after his birthday. He was photographed in the studio 20 February.
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21-29 February - CH starts Ole, it references Harry and Hendall The video (screen shots in the top line above) is about a guy who neglects his GF, the lyrics of the song are about a girl who cheats on her BF but goes on trips. The lyrics include "lowkey" aka 'Loki' and refer to the trip they take 2 weeks later - so he worked on it more. Kanye releases Famous
26 February  - Taylor out in LA
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28 February - Taylor looks amazing at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party alone. Harry tweets 'you can shake an apple off a tree ' (Elvis Presley Stuck on You lyric)..... 0_0  and posted a colour photo to IG of a scrabble game thanking for voting for Brits. HS IG has been b&w since OOTW, but this was in screaming colour! ❤️
3 March - Harry tweets Norah Jones Come Away with me lyrics "The yellow grass grows knee high."
6 March - Harry seen buying groceries in Hampstead
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7 March - CH and TS 1 anniversary TS thin and uncomfortable.
13 March - Harry in London, gets parking ticket.
13 - 15 March Taylor and Calvin Bikini photos in the Bahamas. A 5 hour flight, 3 nights, 4 swimsuits. Rumour they flew separately. Complete with swan inflatable for added shade. :/
15 March Harry back in LA at Cafe Habana Malibu
16 March - KK posts TS where’s the drop. Blind Calvin hooked up with someone. Harry in Beverly Hills, 24 at St Laurent
25 March - Taylor back in LA and Harry also back in LA same day, LA on the 6th, 11 April & 20 April (kid harpoons birthday).
3 April -Taylor and Calvin attended the iHeart Radio Awards, arrive separately. He looked bored, didn’t thank her. Made a face when Taylor thanked him, she didn’t every time. Calvin on his phone during her last acceptance speech. Rumors they are having trouble. Harry in LA he bought a fan’s family dinner the night before. Harry papped buying fuel in LA.
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7 April - Taylor shopping at St Laurent, (which Harry had been wearing all the time) and looking like the Ready For It..? VM
8 April Blind Taylor and Calvin talk-fighting on paper walk. Harry seen shopping with Kid Harpoon and Kendall, “watch KUWK May 1
9 April Harry seen leaving Nobu Malibu
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15 April -Coachella, black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots in top right of pool photo on Taylor’s instagram. Taylor at Coachella with bleached hair and a 'This Is What You Came For' jacket. CH performed. She also released that Drake Apple ad. KK there
16 April - Taylor vogue cover
22 April - Harry Tweet's "it's not the Ribbons in your Hair" Cars Just what I needed lyrics about not minding anything because a person is who they needed.
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April 29 - this is what you came for:
28 April - Taylor is Bewjelled at Gigi Hadid's 21st birthday . Harry is not photographed there, but is also in L.A. the next day
29 April - This Is What You Came For is released. Taylor was an uncredited writer and has backing vocals. CH later throws shade about her not promo-ing it. Later blind that TIWYCF is about person Taylor cheating with. Calvin has an interview with Nick Grimshaw (!) in his house, where he says John Newman was there last week (Ole), talks about how John Newman has a great track coming, that the guide vocal (Taylor's) could not get better then he heard Rhianna's and it was much better:
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30 April - Taylor NY for Met Gala dinner, wearing Billy Joel shirt. Calvin goes on radio and (at 2:30) says Taylor is on a break, they haven't spoken about a collab.
In August  the video has a similar hawaiian shirt but in red, he  posts to his instagram photos of him wearing one like Harry's
They then marked this day - in 2017 Harry marks the anniversary of this by getting papped in that same shirt! hahahaha
In 2018 - Calvin Harris later tweets that he grew a beard to get a Grammy
October 2022 - High Infidelity released, it opens with 'lock broken, slur spoken' and includes 'Do you really want to know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?
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1 May - Taylor has dinner at Anna Wintour's house with Tom Hiddleston and James Corden!
2 May - Taylor at met gala, TS meets Joe, Hiddleswift starts.
5 May -  Erskine Records,
7 May - Harry, back in London, cuts off his hair - farewell LHH. 'Only a few songs' were recorded for his Debut before Dunkirk. Taylor posts photo of herself at Met Gala with "we never go out of style"
17 May - Harry’s friend Matt Irwin’s funeral.
18 May - Harry on set of Dunkirk in Dunkerque, shoots for next 10 weeks till 28 July.
May - 1D purchased its f to j shares back off the band and they sold director titles, each was paid £14m. They still receive royalties. Harry stopped using his twitter, PR tweets since
20 May - Taylor and Calvin seen together for the last time in a carpark. Blind that implies Calvin did something “I give the "relationship" another week […] what happened last night is going to open a whole bunch of boxes.”
22 May - Calvin in car accident, Taylor doesn’t go to hospital. Blinds implying drugs involved, but police report says no drugs and Calvin a passenger. He has a cut to the face in an SUV, other car a beetle with teenagers with pelvic features, the other car hit CHs
23 May - July  Harry shoots Dunkirk, in France on radio he said he just slept when not filming and did not make music.
29 May - Gemma Styles liked a photo of Taylor taken by Harry's friend Matt Irwin and posted that she had subscribed to Apple Music to hear 1989 earlier
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2 June - CH and TS breakup confirmed on Twitter
13 June - Taylor rents house in Cornelia Street
14 June - Taylor first seen with Tom Hiddleston. Article on Taylor staged photos
16 June - tabloid gossip that Calvin Harris sent a music exec a dick pick was break up reason
23 June - both Harry and Taylor are in London. Calvin admits Taylor controlled break up media
2 July - Harry signed a solo contract for $80m, with Columbia
4 July - the last 4th July party, (until 1989-esk gathering in 2023) with I heart TS hiddleswift exploits. Harry was in London.
13 July - taylorswiftisoverparty hashtag trending CH was messy as hell on Twitter, TMZ reports taylor wrote TWYCF, the notes are now corrected. Joe in London
17 July - Kim K posts that she has a recording of Snake convo. Harry was quick to provide supportive comments.
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21 July - Kendall posts "tea time" with photo Taylor later copies in LAWYMMD video. Also likes anti-swift posts.
28 July - Last time Harry seen shooting Dunkirk in UK
8 August - Taylor performs at oil heir Mike Hess's 30th birthday in the Hamptons and grinds on him, no Tom Hiddleston.
21 August - Daisy Lowe posts a person in a Harry styles tshirt to IG
24 August - Hiddleswift officially over, Tom has talked to media. Taylor wears this yellow outfit in New York which Calvin copied in the ole video.
25 August - Harry seen in LA, first time he has been seen for 16 days. Wears a similar shirt to Ole.
29 August - Taylor Lover Journal "this summer is the apocalypse" Nashville. Taylor still in NY. Rumour Harry saw her in NY.
30 August - Taylor not at VMAs due to Jury Duty
2 September - Kendall and Harry at Nobu in LA, Dunkirk wraps. Harry not seen for another 15 days after.
3 September - Harry buys LA House. He listed it for sale in May 2017 and in 2019 sold it at a loss.
5 September - Harry has dinner with Kendall then disappears. Could have been when he first went to Jamaica.
9 September - Taylor front row Gigi's fashion show
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19 September  - Taylor writes a lot of reputation. Taylor flies to NY and attends Max Martin & Shellback studio. (The Swift Life video) Works on Gorgeous, I Did Something Bad, Delicate & King Of My Heart. Joe in London at Burberry show.
22 September - Hendall over, Harry hasn't been seen for 15 days.
25 September - Harry posts 3 white squares to IG
28 September - Taylor was with Cara Delevingne and Joe was in London.
29 September Harry’s another man mix tape with HS1 inspiration/ clues and Haylor love songs. Capital FM runs an article "DJs Are Just As Baller As Multi-Millionaire Rappers & Here's The Proof" and use a photo of Calvin copying Harry's St Laurent shirt!
4 October - Joe Alwyn in London, last seen 2 weeks earlier also in London. First time they are actually in same place since May. Lover Journal 3 January says they had been dating 3 months so that lines up. Their anniversary was never 28 September.
6 October - Harry in London, last seen 5 September in LA, next seen 3 November in LA.
11 October - Taylor, Cara, suki dinner, write it’s all part of the f***ing story on the tablecloth, post it, delete it and take it home
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13 October - Taylor and Joe attend Kings of Leon show. In this video, Joe enters The Bowery with another blonde at (0:43) Taylor enters at 1:24. Joe in NY for 'Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk' Premiere and press conferences
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15 October - Rumour that Harry was seen at the airport in Jamaica. He stayed there for 2 months writing HS1. (the funny thing about that is that the rumor was true and the 'insider' tumblr said it wasn't.) At 30 mins into Harry Styles: Behind the Album Harry says they had had a week in a 'total hole.' "I can't write songs" he said in the first time in a long time I had actually done something and then came back to the studio and wrote Carolina, which was the last song on the album. He's wearing the same blue hawaiian St Laurent Shirt while recording it.
20 October - Big Little Town releases "Better Man" written for Red.
21 October  - Someday is released. "Someday maybe when we're old and gray, We could be in love once more. Till then I won't give my love away, Darling, I'm forever only yours".
22 October - Taylor plays a very Haylor setlist at US Grand Prix and also performs TIWYCF
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October - Harry records his debut in Jamaica. He meets Mitch - see behind the album. Worse version of Famous leaked.
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24 October - Taylor at Drakes Birthday with a golden tattoo (dress) with Karlie Kloss
31 October - Taylor posts photos of Halloween party where she wore deadpool costume. Harry unseen, last seen on 6th in London
1 November - Taylor reveals she wrote Better Man in a post, it goes to #1
3 November - Harry seen back in LA at Kendall birthday and concert next day. Joe in Taipei Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk.
5 November  - Harry seen at Meghan Trainor's surprise party
8 November - Karlie and Taylor at Lorde's birthday, this is the last time she is seen hanging out with KK. On 8 November Trump elected, KKs husband is connected.
November - To Zane Lowe (48 mins) Taylor said about Evermore
"There was a sort of a double meaning to the months that are mentioned and the feelings that are mentioned one of the meanings is that we were I wrote this song and these lyrics when we were coming up to the election and I didn't know what was going to happen. So almost I was almost preparing for the worst to happen and trying to see some sort of glimmer at the at the at the end of the tunnel. The last verse you know the song is it goes through walking through the forest barefoot in the middle of winter or standing on a balcony and letting the icy wind just hit you and you're catching your death. Then in the last verse the person goes inside and finally is warm and finally is safe. It's about the process of finding hope again but it also reflected back to an experience that I had that was pretty life altering when I went through like a bunch of bad stuff in 2016 in like July, November all those times were just sort of taking it day by day to get through trying to find some trying to find a glimmer of hope all of that so I was coming from both of those perspectives"
9 November - Joe in Hong Kong for Billy Lynn's Long Halftime walk premiere
11 November - Taylor goes to Joe's movie screening, he's not named in press about it.
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19 November - Reputation magazine "how do you feel about having a song written about you" photo
25 November - Harry seen in LA, then not seen again till 30th.
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26 November - Taylor thanksgiving in RI, Lily D, Lily A, and Todrick. Karlie not invited, Joe not pictured. Lily D posts on her snapchat that her uber driver (Taylor) is “so pretty.” Harry MIA
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28 November - Gemma, Lou Teasdale and Lou's twin Sam Campbell go to Karaoke and post WANBGT lyrics and Sam captions it 'Talk to my friends.'
30 November - Harry got coffee in LA
3 December - Harry arriving at Heathrow in London
7, 8 December - Harry in London. 8th seen with an ambulance behind him and fans wondered if he was at a hospital, his step dad passed away a few months later.
10 December - "I Don't Wanna Live Forever" released with Zayn, there are HS looking figures and outfits like the 2015 VS show
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13 December - Taylor has party in London house she rented in Frognall, near Hampstead which is in the Reputation book. Karlie Kloss posts a throwback photo of Taylor for her birthday, years later stories emerge that they had a falling out over Karlie throwing a party at Taylor’s NY apartment which TS refers to in LAWYMMD.
20 December - Harry in London
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28 December - there is an unconfirmed sighting of Harry and Taylor (Lover journal indicates Taylor in London. Harry seen in London (the next day) and soon after Taylor gave Austin a record signed by a friend of Harry's where Sam Campbell comments 'LOL'
31 December - Photos of Taylor and Joe getting ready thought to be taken this day. Later only 7 photos leak in 2020.  Harry in Holmes Chapel on NYE
Continue in 2017
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deedala · 11 months ago
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✨weekly tag wednesday✨
weekly tagly wednesdly?? lolol thanks for todays game and thanks for tagging me @darlingian!! and @energievie!! <<3333
About you name: deanna age: noel-aged (which isnt old actually, stop being weirdos) starsign: scorpio your first language: english second language: right now the only other language i might be able to have a little convo with you in is norwegian favourite lip product: blistex medicated mint lip balm the best food dish you can make without a recipe: pico de gallo yum yum If you drink tea, what kind?: peppermint If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get?: light roast (i didnt know about that being more caffeine!! But yay!) favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: mike’s mic’s appropriately unhinged tv show summaries favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: i dont have a fuckin clue lol. All i did in 2012 was work at and manage a barber shop well over 40 hours a week, experience a fucked up pregnancy, got traumatized, and played mass effect 3. favourite item of clothing right now: my black joggers favourite item of clothing in 2012: uhmm…green cardigan was something i wore a lot to work cuz it looked extra cute with my red hair. (i had red hair in 2012!)
fandom three movies you recommend: The Fall (2006), Love and Monsters, Palm Springs your favourite concert: went to a ton of dmb shows a youth which were always insane levels of fun have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: oh for sure, im here to enjoy myself lol have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: i dunno what i consider leaving a fandom? I guess maybe i dont JOIN them very often (ie make friends and participate in events and such) so no i’ve never really left one as the only two i consider myself really being a part of is dragon age and shameless? the best tv show you watched last year: hmmmm….the fall of the house of usher (i have such a short fucking memory i dont know what came out earlier in the year sorry lol) do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: not that i can think of off the top of my head… a ship you've abandoned: uuhhmm…also cant really think of one? on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: oh zerooooo. Its all rather tame, i just am not willing to lay my fucking soul bare thanks lolol do you have a fandom tattoo? i dont have any tattoos which i will probably go to my grave being sad about because i have so far failed at every meager attempt to get one. what fandom do you wish was bigger?: on one hand it might be fun to have more folks around in shameless but also i know our tiny friendly tumblr bubble is what keeps things playful, so i dunno… maybe uuhhmm the expanse?  has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: how i met your mother was pretty bad. I think even worse for me was Chuck. have you... swam in an ocean?: yes been vegan/vegetarian?: i’ve been a vegetarian for 28 years gone skinny dipping?: yes gone skiing?: no been to a convention?: so so so many
now my precious nuggets, please accept this tag and either play along or just know that i am gently squishing your face in my hands @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @heymrspatel @heymacy @metalheadmickey @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @sam-loves-seb @jrooc @gardenerian @mickeysgaymom @softmick @howlinchickhowl @the-rat-wins @lingy910y @sickness-health-all-that-shit @gallawitchxx @mybrainismelted @juliakayyy @creepkinginc @whatwouldmickeydo @suzy-queued @squirrel-fund @tsuga-of-mars @transmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @palepinkgoat @themarchg1rl @purplemagpie @thepupperino @callivich @rereadanon @grumble-fish @ardent-fox @thisdivorce @lee-ow @iansw0rld @ritualpyre @vintagelacerosette @rosemacclare @maizzycakes @7x10mickey @rrapp @gofionaonthem @suchagallabitch
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suzy-queued · 10 months ago
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Weekly Tag Wednesdayyyyyyy ✨
This week's tag game is a mishmash, a ragbag, a hodgepodge -if you will - of questions from the group. Thanks for the tag, @jrooc and @energievie
🔠 Name: Deena
🌀How do you pronounce your own Tumblr handle in your head? Sue Z Q D. Because the "D" is for my name.
🪟 When you look out the window right now what do you see? A light blue sky with a few wispy clouds. Bare tree branches and a rooftop.
💼 What is the most unusual profession someone in your family was in? My uncle was one of those guys who trained the chimps to go into space.
🎨 What hobby were you really into as a kid? Calligraphy and writing different alphabets.
🔍 First autofill google result when you type 'How can I...?' How can I ... go to space? (I think Google knows my uncle)
🎶 If you were the main character in a sitcom, what song would be playing during the opening credits? "Island in the Sun" by Weezer. The "hip-hip" part feels like ME personified.
🎬 What's the last movie you watched? Did you enjoy it? What genre is it? Nimona. I adored it! It's fantasy/adventure/futurism.
🎥 What is your favourite movie genre? This is tough, because I don't watch as many movies these days. Probably romance.
What movie would you recommend? Have you seen The Happiness of the Katakuris? Do you feel like getting your mind blown with pure chaos?
👯‍♂️ Do your IRL humans know about your fandom life? If you're a creator, do they know you create? Yeah! I'm not shy about it. They don't all get it, but I tell people. They know I create, as well.
🚣🏼‍♀️If you could do one activity with your pocket/fandom friends what would it be? Rent a mountain cottage for the weekend and roast marshmallows around a campfire.
I'll tag ... @sweetbee78 @creepkinginc @michellemisfit @deedala @juliakayyy @tsuga-of-mars @look-i-love-u @mmmichyyy @callivich
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