#When I took over this blog it only came with so many fucks to give and those fucks are LONG gone

[dragonageconfessions]

I am sick of how toxically positive this fandom is. It's not even funny anymore how delusional some fans are and when someone tells them to temper their expectations or says something to the contrary, they get yelled at.

And then these fans go and complain when EA/Bioware disappoint them again. At this point, I have no sympathy for these people, you all do this to yourselves.

It's unclear why someone would try to apply this to a video game fandom. Especially when we're talking about a game that has NOT come out yet. It's actually very normal to be excited about an upcoming game. It's generally pretty healthy. What's probably not normal and certainly not healthy is calling other fans 'delusional' or 'toxic' for looking forward to a game.

It is not uncommon for select people to "hype themselves down" ahead of something that they fear might disappoint them, to protect themselves from disappointment. This is often a self-defeating behavior, but that's their business.

What's not their business and what's not okay is attempting to use this fan blog, which is for fans of the franchise, to condemn and ridicule fans for looking forward to something.

Have I made myself clear? Feel free to unfollow.

[bouncybongfairy]

Hello! Could I request some dark smut with Lip? I can also be more specific if you'd like! No worries if you don't want to write it! Also I just found your blog and love your writing! 💕

Fucked Back Into Reality

Lip Gallagher x Fem Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Lip, hadn't talked to you in a couple of days. After having several conversations about this reoccuring problem, you decied to give him the cold shoulder. He reminds you why doing this is a riskey game.

Word Count: 2.0k+

TW: Rough Smut, Brat Kink, Masocism.

Ref Account: @kaionyx

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It’s a bitterly cold day in Chicago’s south side. The type of cold where everyone at school is more concerned about staying warm than fashion. You were walking to school, both your parents left for work before you woke up. The school was too close to home for bus services so walking was really the only option. After trying to get in touch with Lip for the past two days, you were now on strike from being nice to him. You weren’t ignorant, Lip had a lot going on at home which meant his undivided attention was rare. Sometimes you wished he would just shoot you a text like: hey super busy day, love you / shits been crazy, talk to you when i can. Having this conversation in the past, you weren’t going to bother having it again. It surprised you to see Lip sitting on the front steps of the school; early which he never was. You started walking up the steps, he stood up and flicked his cigarette bud into the snow. 

“Hey,” he said, you just looked at him and kept walking to your locker. 

“Oh come one, you’re ignoring me?” he asked, leaning up against the mental lockers as you emptied your things into the locker. 

“Seems familiar doesn’t it,” you say, referencing him not reaching out for the past couple days. 

“Yeah but mine was accidental not bratty,” he chuckled. Maybe it was because you haven't eaten or smoked that morning but that comment enraged you. Slamming your locker and walking toward first period, leaving him in the hall. 

Just your luck to have chemistry as the first class of the day. The teacher took 20 minutes to calm the class down. Kids play fighting with each other or flirting in the back of the room. Groups of students in their cliques, not paying any mind to the instructions given. You felt bad for the teacher, I'm sure she thought an education career would help so many teens. Only to be placed in one of the most poorly funded schools in the state. You didn’t feel too bad though, it only meant less work for you. Lip liked the fact that you cared about your grades, that you had a plan after highschool. As stupid as Lip was acting, you also liked how smart he was. You complained about it alot but you liked how he didn’t fall for your little tricks and games. He doesn’t chase you, or let you push him over. Most guys were just so emotionally unintelligent, not to mention Lip was more mature when it came to sex. The last couple guys you were with didn’t even talk while you fucked. Didn’t know what foreplay was or understand a woman's body. Lip had a really good understanding of when to be gentle or rough. When he would whisper things in your ear it always felt so natural and smooth. There were times when your stomach would randomly flip when thinking about the nasty things he’d told or done to you. Maybe part of the reason you had some animosity towards Lip was because you had been sexually frustrated. For the past couple weeks you felt like you were practically throwing yourself at him and he wasn’t in the mood. Of course you respected that, you just missed him was all; maybe a specific part of him. At lunch he came up to you from behind and hugged you. Still feeling quite stubborn, you allowed it but acted like you didn’t care. 

“You still mad?” he whispers into your ear which makes your skin break out with goosebumps. He slides his hands down from your waist to your hips.

“I know we haven’t talked but I’m here now, let’s ditch for the rest of the day,” he said, pressing his lips against your neck. As much as you wanted to give in and agree, you still wanted to make a point. Pushing his hands away, you grab your backpack and walk away without acknowledging him. If he wanted to brand you as a brat then you’d give him his money's worth. 

It was the last period, and everyone was waiting for the bell to ring. Some kids just left when they were ready and the teacher didn’t care. He just sat there, staring with cold dead eyes at his computer. Daren was consistently trying his best to spark conversation with you, all he talked about was how he ran track but he was trying his best. The heaters were blasting inside the school because it was snowing. The classroom windows were wet with condensation which made you feel sticky. Becoming overstimulated you decide to leave early, excusing yourself and walking out. Daren followed you into the hallway, 

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to stay after school and watch me practice? Maybe I can take you out after, or something?” he asks. 

“Oh sorry I can't. I actually have a ton of homework so, maybe next time?” you say walking away, happy that you’re avoiding the rush of people flooding out the front gates. 

Normally Lip would walk you home but you didn’t see him. Your willpower that was fueling your grudge was weakening. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and seeing if he texted you; he didn’t. Looking back you were feeling silly about your actions because look where they led you. It was really cold, snow sticking to your hair and eyelashes. Once you finally got home, Lip was waiting on the porch which took you by surprise. You went to greet him, this is when you noticed he looked angry. He didn’t even say anything to you, even after opening the door and letting the both of you in. 

“How’s Daren?” he asks, once you both get to your bedroom. 

“What?” you asked confused. 

“Well you talked to him all last period and even after you left,” he said, sitting on your bed and lighting a cig. 

“Okay first of all, I only talk to him for like two seconds. He asked me to watch him practice and I said no,” you defend yourself. 

“That’s two seconds more than you talked to me today,” he remarked. 

“Lip that’s not even fair,” you say, which made him smirk and shake his head as he took a drag. 

“Do you even hear yourself? ‘tHat’s nOt fAiR’ whining like a baby who didn’t get their way. Why were you so offended that I called you a brat even though you’re acting just like one,” he said.

“What are you trying to scare me?” you ask while laughing.

“Trying?” he asked rhetorically. 

You rolled your eyes and started to change into comfortable clothes. While you were only in your bra and underwear, Lip came behind you and ripped the lace material of the panties. You gasp and go to turn around but he presses you against the closet door. Intertwining his hand into your hair, gripping it so tight strands of hair were being pulled out. His dick was extremely hard and feeling it pressed against your ass immediately excited you. Moving your head slightly so he can start kissing and biting your neck. His breathing was hard and with his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat. As he marked your neck, whimpers and moans were escaping your mouth. 

“Since you were feeling so brave today let’s hope you keep that energy,” he growled into your ear. 

“You gonna try and teach me a lesson?” you asked with a patronizing tone.

He chuckled and led you to the bed by your hair. Your heart was racing, your sexlife was by no means bland however, this was the first time he was this rough. It felt like the two of you were breaking the rules or something. Like discovering new and daunting territories. He reached his hand down and started feeling you through the hole in your panties he made. He let out a moan once he felt how wet you were. 

“You are such a fucking slut, good to know being put in your place is all it takes for you to soak your panties,” he said, letting go of your hair. 

He sat up onto his knees, instead of fully stripping his clothes, he just pulled his dick out of his zipper. Rubbing the tip against your pussy. Your chest was pressed against the mattress but your ass was pressed against his shaft. You start to rock your hips back and forth against him but he starts spanking his hands against your ass. The pain was so bad it burned, you thought he’d stop after a couple times but he kept going. Wanting to show you were handling the smacks, you try your best to take them without complaint. He was unrelenting and you finally begin to squirm away, which seemed to humor him,

“The more you fight and squirm, the more I wanna fuck you,” he said, running his nails down your now bright red ass. 

“Fuck just do it already then,” you whine, in response he spits at your face. 

“Cum slut’s don’t speak unless spoken to,” he said, pushing himself into your twitching and leaking pussy.

The feeling was enough to make your eyes roll back. After weeks of Lip blue-balling you, the sensation of being filled by him was pure bliss. He was going at a painfully slow rate, pulling himself fully in and out of you after every thrust. As pleasurable as it was, you’d do anything to get him to speed up. Unable to rock your own hips, you kick your feet a little in protest. This made him laugh and slow down even further. He grabbed your wrists and pressed them against your lower back, taking full control of your body. You were dripping down both thighs and tears pooled in your eyes. You were at your limit with his teasing, tightly clenching around him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back, feeling too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Tears had stained your cheeks and your hair was in complete disarray from being yanked and pulled. He crawled on top of you and started pushing his tip in and out. You were bucking your hips up, tears coming back as he teased relentlessly. 

“You’re sensitive here? Perfect spot to abuse huh?” he asked sarcastically, using one hand to smack his cock against your pussy.

In your own little world, trying to cum with what little friction he was giving you. He finally stops and instead wraps his hands around your neck. Then starts pounding into you, slowly tightening his grip over time. You were feeling dizzy and foggy, letting out a moan every time his length fully pressed into you. He was grunting and groaning, a couple beads of sweat dropping onto the bed from how much he was exerting himself. The closer you got to your orgasm the tighter his grip on your throat became. Your face was bright red and a wheezing sound came out of your mouth with every inhale. He seemed to be hummored by this and started to mock you. 

“Can’t breathe? Good,” he chuckled. 

The mixture of degradation and the fast paced abuse on your cunt was enough to send you over the edge. Shockwaves of pure pleasure began to ripple throughout your body. Legs trembling and eyes rolling back. He was chasing his own climax, seeing and feeling you cum around his cock was enough for him. Rutting into you with no regard for you, as if you were nothing but a toy for him. Seeing how he turned you into such a slutty mess made him feel feral. It wasn’t until he was fully finished that he removed his hands from your neck. After a small coughing fit, you began to come too. Lip was already up, using his shirt to clean you up. Pulling your hair out of your face and into a messy bun. You were half dead, completely exhausted and worn down. He laid down next to you, rubbing your back and whispering affirmations into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to be as close to him as you could. 

“I’m glad I could fuck the attitude out of you,” he said, as you fell asleep.

[miley1442111]

always- a.hotchner

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summary: sharing a bedroom forces feelings to the surface.

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau! reader

warnings: none

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Having joined the BAU a few months ago, you thought you fit in well. You get along with your superiors, you get along with your team, and you’re good at your job. The only issue is that… Your ex-boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner is also on the team, and you are constantly put together. It ended because well, he ended it. No reason why, he just did. You had been hurt for months, it took you ages to get over him. 

This case was no different than all the others, a white male in his thirties terrorising New York’s high society. Since it’s New York and since this case was particularly last minute, the hotel only has so many rooms. Meaning, Aaron and you drew the short straws and had to share. Great. 

When you walked up to the door, Aaron behind you, you had two things on your mind;

Washing your face

And 

Sleeping in a bed 

You opened the door and one of the plans became foiled. One bed. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled. 

“Shit,” he sighed. 

“I’ll call reception-” you started, leaving your bag on the ground.

“We can share for one night.” 

You stared at him for a moment, then shrugged and slipped into the bathroom, your toiletries in hand. You washed your face, brushed your teeth, changed into pyjamas and exited the bathroom to find Aaron sitting on the bed, waiting. He went into the bathroom next as you climbed into bed. You shut your light off and tried to close your eyes, exhaustion overtaking your senses. 

“Are you awake?” Aaron asked after an hour of restlessness. 

“Yes,” you confirmed. There was a moment of silence.

“Should we talk about it?” he offered and you laughed. As if he’d care enough to even hear you out. 

“Nope,” You sighed, ending your laughter. “Just go to sleep.”

“I want to talk about it,” he admitted. 

“Too bad,” you sighed, inching closer to the edge of the bed. 

“I’m really sorry-” 

“Aaron, just go to sleep,” you groaned. 

“I want to talk about it,” he sat up in bed, turning on his light. 

“About our non-existent relationship?” you snapped sarcastically. “Yeah right.”

“This is your issue, you're far too childish when it comes to difficult conversations,” he groaned. 

“Oh and that’s why you broke up with me? Because I don’t remember you ever giving me a reason!” You shouted as he stood up, pacing the room. You didn’t care that you were in a hotel. You didn’t care that the walls were thin. You didn’t care anymore.

“I’m in love with you!” 

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. 

“I’m so ridiculously in love with you and I thought it was a bad idea, alright? I’ve never made good decisions when it came to relationships and I’m sorry, but I thought it would be better if I just… quit before I hurt you.” 

“Aaron,” you said calmly. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?” 

“I was scared.” 

“Oh Aaron,” you sighed. You climbed over and grabbed his hand, then wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you back, squeezing you slightly. “I love you too.”

Aaron let out a watery chuckle into your neck, “Good.”

“I never want you to be scared to talk to me about something, alright?” you told him and he nodded. “I’m always here for you, and for Jack, always.” 

“Always.”

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[flightlessangelwings]

FawKtober2024 Part 10, Finale- Santiago Garcia

Santiago Garcia x fem!sex worker reader

Kinks- exhibitionism, lap dancing, public sex

Word count- 2.6k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), reader is a dancer/sex worker, sex in a club, harassment, protective!Santi, brief minor violence, chair sex, oral (f receiving), feelings, hinted that she's slept with all the TF guys, no physical description of reader other than body parts, no use of y/n

Notes- Happy Kinktober finale!! Please note while this reader is a sex worker, sex work is not the kink it's her job. This one has a bit of plot too for the finale and of course I had to add protectiveness! Enjoy!

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Lights pulsed in the club as a loud dance beat filled the room. Beautiful people in sparkly outfits danced around poles while patrons threw money at them. Cheers erupted every time a dancer did something especially sexy or shook their ass a little more. It was a fun place to be, on either side of the dance stage, and everyone always had a good time every single night.

Santiago, Frankie and the Miller brothers spent many nights at the club. Many of the dancers and bartenders knew them all by name, and all the guys were already greeted with a smile. Benny even worked as security some nights when they needed a little extra help, which was always very much appreciated.

The guys all had their favorites, their preferences, and most of the time they wanted something different enough that they rarely overlapped. But there was one dancer who they all frequented. It took some fighting through emotions, but they all came to an agreement that whatever happened on the stage or in the private rooms was no one’s business. 

Besides, for you it was just work.

Tonight, it was Santiago who had you in his lap. And fuck you looked so beautiful. The way you shook your ass to the beat of the music was mesmerizing. He groaned as he caressed your hips as you writhed in his lap. The beads on your tiny outfit caught the light spectacularly. And you were so warm against him that Santiago couldn’t help but harden under your thighs.

“Santi…” you murmured his name as you turned around to face him, your hands skimming over the stubble on his jaw.

“You look so pretty tonight, baby,” he smirked at you as you continued to dance in his lap. And the fact that this happened right in the middle of the club in sight of everyone only turned him on more. 

“So do you, baby,” you cooed. 

Santiago groaned as he bucked his hips up against your body, his hands squeezing your ass. He knew other people watched, and he was sure there were some that wanted the same thing as he was getting. You were aware too, and it wasn’t your first time being with Santi like this. Truth be told, you were just as turned on as he was because of it.

But it was just your job, you kept telling yourself. With anyone else, it was easy. Even Santiago’s friends, who you were fond of, were easy to push aside when their time was up. They were all kind and good men, but they were just clients to you. No, it was only Santiago that was different. You couldn’t let it show, though; it was your job. 

“What do you say about taking things a little further, baby?” Santiago purred in your ear as he nibbled on your skin. His hand fondled your ass before it moved around to the front of your thigh, his fingers just grazing the little piece of fabric that covered your pussy.

“Mmm, you thinking what I’m thinking?” you grinned as your lips hovered over his.

“How about we give these fuckers a real show, huh?” Santi’s tone dropped as his fingers slipped under the fabric and ghosted over your folds.

You gasped as your mouth dropped open as his thick finger played with your pussy. Santi always took such good care of you, and you did in return. His touch sent jolts of electricity up your spine as he pushed a finger inside you. The moan you let out was drowned out by the music around you, but Santi could still feel it against his skin.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned as he felt your warmth around his finger. He exhaled deeply as he pushed another finger in you, making you mewl in his ear. Santi’s hardness got too much to ignore, and the way you rocked in his lap only added to his need. “I gotta fuck you now, baby.”

“Then fuck me, Santiago,” you murmured as you ran your hands down his chest, giving his pecs a squeeze before you unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

“Glady,” he pulled his fingers out of you and adjusted himself under you so that his cock lined up with your pussy, “And with all these people watching too,” he growled as he guided your hips down, impaling you with his length, “Fuck,” his eyes went from your open mouth to the many pairs of gawking eyes from around the club, “I bet they all wish they were here right now,” he murmured in your ear as he sat you in his lap.

“Let them watch,” you moaned as you rested your forehead against his, “I want them to watch how good you fuck me, baby.”

Santiago let out a low growl as he jerked his hips up into you, “Good,” he thrust again as he squeezed your hips hard, “Let them watch how good you take me,” he grunted as he thrust again and you moaned loudly, “Let them watch how fucking sexy you are riding my lap like this.”

“Fuck… Santi…” you cried out as you threw your head back and rocked your hips to match his pace. 

The two of you ground your hips together to the beat of the music in the middle of the club. All the peering eyes felt just additions to the lights as you lost yourselves in each other. Your pussy wrapped around his cock tightly, and he could tell from how wet you were that you were genuinely turned on. And so was he. The thrill of fucking you right int he middle of the club was unlike anything else, and Santi had done a lot with you.

“You feel so good, baby,” Santi murmured as his hands ran up your sides to grab your breasts, “So fucking good.”

“Santi…” you moaned, all the wit leaving your body with every thrust of his hips.

He watched in awe as your mouth hung open, letting out moans and screams that he couldn’t always hear. But he could feel it. And he could feel you. Every little movement in his lap went a wave of pleasure through his body. You were unlike anything Santiago Garcia had ever felt before, and he craved more. 

“Fuck…” he grunted as his hips stuttered from how good you felt around him, “Baby I need you to cum.”

“Then make me, Santi,” you moaned as you leaned forward and took his lips with yours.

Santi groaned in your mouth as he tasted you. His hand snaked in between your bodies to rub at your clit as his tongue tangled with yours. He swallowed the moan you let out as his hand on your clit synchronized with the thrusts of his hips. The chair he sat in rocked and skidded from the force of his movements. 

Breaking away, you moaned loudly, “Santi! Fuck!”

Chills ran through your whole body as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into you. Your climax hit without warning as you squeezed Santi’s cock while your body trembled in his arms. Screaming his name, you jerked your hips in his lap as tears filled your eyes from how good you felt.

“Shit, baby,” he growled as he felt you tense around him. Santi thrust his hips deeply into you a few more times before he also fell apart, spilling himself inside you as he groaned your name in your ear. Fire felt like it flowed through his veins, and he gladly embraced it as he rode out both your orgasms right in the middle of the club.

“Fuck,” you huffed as you collapsed forward, resting against Santi’s chest as you breathed heavily.

“I think that was the best fuck we ever had,” Santi laughed against you as he rubbed your back, “You alright?”

Lifting yourself up to meet his gaze, you smiled, “Best fuck we ever had,” you threw his words back at him with a grin, “But I agree,” your tone dropped as you leaned in and kissed him deeply. You would have liked to stay there all night, in Santi’s lap with his cock buried deep inside you and his arms securely around you, but the weight of many heavy gazes around you caught your attention, “I gotta get back to work, baby.”

*

“So when are you gonna man up and tell her?” Frankie’s voice broke Santiago out of his thoughts. 

He turned his eyes to his friend before looking away, “I don’t know what you mean,” Santi shrugged and tried to act nonchalant as he took a swig of his beer. 

“Fuck, man,” Frankie rolled his eyes, “You haven’t taken your eyes off her all night.”

Santiago met Frankie’s gaze in a challenge. But, when neither backed down, he let out a deep sigh, “Shit,” he ran his hands through his hair, “I can’t man. It’s…”

“Shit, Pope, do you love the girl or not?” Frankie snapped.

His abrupt snap came as a surprise, but Santi couldn’t deny it any longer, “Am I that fucking obvious?” he said with a weak laugh. 

“You are,” Frankie nudged him, “Even Benny can see the way you make heart eyes at her.”

“Shit,” Santi muttered under his breath. Hanging his head down, he sighed. Frankie was right of course. He should tell you. Even if it doesn’t change anything, and it wouldn’t unless you wanted it to, he should tell you.

Looking back up, Santi scanned the room for you, but he couldn’t find you. “Shit,” he spat as he darted away from Frankie and scoured the club for you. The last time he saw you, you were roaming around with a tray of shot in your hand, and he knew you couldn’t have passed them all out in the time he talked to Frankie. 

After not finding you, Santi decided to try out back. He wasn’t supposed to be back in the alley, only employees were supposed to be there. But he had to make sure you were safe. Bursting through the door, he heard yelling, and Santi moved before his mind caught up with him.

“Get the fuck off her!” Santi found the source of the shouts, and ripped the guy off of you. He had you pinned against the alley wall, ready to hurt you, but Santi wouldn’t let that happen. Kicking the man and shoving him against the opposite wall, Santi spat insults and curses at him.

“Santi…” you breathed in relief. You stayed against the wall as Santi pulled him back up and shouted in his face.

“If I ever find you in the club or anywhere near her again, I will kill you. Understand?” he never sounded more angry in his life.

The man instantly changed from a mean, tough guy into a crying baby, and he nodded before he hobbled off into the night. Santiago watched as he disappeared into the shadows, making sure he was gone before he turned back to you. “Baby?” he cupped your face, “You ok?”

You gasped as your mind caught up to you, “Y-yeah…” you looked Santi in the eyes as you repeated yourself in a more confident tone, “Yeah, I’m fine,” you let out a shaky breath, “Thank you, Santi.”

Santi’s face softened as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, “You don’t have to thank me,” he held you tightly, “I’ll do anything to keep you safe,” he murmured against you.

“Santi?” you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes again.

He exhaled deeply, “I…” he cleared his throat, “I’ll always protect you, baby. I love you,” he paused as your mouth dropped open, “It doesn’t matter to me that you do this, I don’t care. And if you don’t feel the same, we can pretend this never happened. Or you can tell me to fuck off…”

Santiago was interrupted when you slammed your lips against his, kissing him deeply. A muffled surprised gasp came from his lips before he leaned into your kiss, holding you even tighter.

“I love you too, Santi,” you whispered against his lips, “I have for a long time now…”

Santi smirked against you, “Aren’t we a pair?”

You laughed back, “Apparently.”

He kissed you again, slowly yet deeply. He took his time with you, feeling every inch of you he could. When he broke away, Santi murmured, “How about you take the rest of the night off? We can make up for lost time.”

“Santi,” you couldn’t help but laugh, “We’ve been fucking this whole time!”

“Yes,” he cupped your chin, “But we haven’t made love,” Santi’s tone dropped as his gaze bore into you.

You gasped as you felt a jolt of arousal between your legs, “Well, what are we waiting for?” 

*

“Oh fuck!Santi!”

Santiago’s curls filled the space between your parted legs as his hands kept them open. He wouldn’t dream of bringing his head up to look at how beautiful you were though. You tasted too good to break away. Instead, he groaned into you as he tongue ran up and down your folds.

You screamed as you arched your back as Santi ravaged you. One hand stayed buried in his hair, tugging at his thick locks while the other clutched at his sheets. You threw your head back to cry out more as his tongue hit your clit.

“Oh fuck!” you moaned as his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard, “Santi!”

He wanted to encourage your screams. He wanted to tell you to say his name over and over again. He wanted to tell you how good you tasted and how fucking pretty you were. But Santi couldn’t break away, even for a breath. He was too hooked, too addicted to you.

Santi kneaded your thighs as he devoured your pussy. You had cum twice already and it still wasn’t enough. No, Santiago Garcia wasn’t going to stop until you begged him to. He was determined to make you cum over and over and over again until you couldn’t move your body. And then he would hold you close and watch over you as you slept safely in his arms.

“Santi… I’m…” you cried out as you felt another climax quickly build.

He slurped at you loudly and obscenely as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy, flicking hard at every spot that made you mewl. He groaned into you and dug his fingers into your skin as he picked up and pace, ready for you to splash him again with your release. And he didn't have to wait long to get what he wanted.

With another loud scream of his name, you came hard. Your legs shook on either side of his head as your body felt like it was about to float away if it weren’t for his strong grip. Tears fell from your eyes as you never felt this good. Your body shook as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you.

You gasped as you flopped down limp on his bed, “Santi…” you breathed, “Fuck!”

Finally, he broke away from you, grinning at you as his entire face glistened with your juices, “Fuck me,” he huffed, “You are so fucking pretty.”

You  opened your eyes and your heart fluttered in your chest from the way he looked at you, “I love you Santi,” you whispered, “This is something new for us,” you added with a laugh.

“I never want to stop,” Santi groaned as he licked his lips, “Ready for another round baby?”

“Already?!” your eyes shot wide.

Santi kissed the inside of your thigh, “I told you we have a lot of time to make up for...” 

[marengogo]

UGH!-7: … Time To Pack It All Up, Y’all!

Be Mine (English Version) - by Jimin  [Be Mine (English Version)]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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⚠️TW⚠️: I’m usually vulgar, but in this post, I might have outdone myself .

My dearest Gurls, Bois and Enbys, 

How’s everyone been doing? Are you enjoying Muse? Are you looking forward to RUN JIN? Are you ready for Are You Sure?!? Oh, let 👏🏾 me 👏🏾 tell 👏🏾 you 👏🏾, the excitement is way too real and I can’t even that's literally all the words I can fathom for now, I’m terribly sorry! That being said my Darlings, I’m afraid today’s blog will have to address a point I’m now realising that I must address, and I quite frankly assumed I wouldn’t have to, given that I am part of The Community and all. You see, there seems to be many Gladiators that wander into my neck of the woods completely misguided.  

They seem to think that my blog exist just so I can be present if one day JM and JK have sex on national TV, so that I can gloat in the faces of the Capulet enemy as I slay them with my mighty, and metaphorical, sword and bathe in their “blood” while I celebrating with fellow Montagues. Well, it is with a heavy heart, and great sadness, that I must inform you that frankly my dear, I don’t give a fuck, about none o’dat. Statements such as “Clearly JM has been single” like this Gladiator over here →  [LINK] or “JK has been fucking pussy every hour, every minute, every second” as the rest of Twitter ARMY believes or “They’ve been living together and have 100% been a couple since 2015, if you'd believe they are definitely real, why are you here...” like others on this app can really miss me, cause;

I 👏🏾 DON’T 👏🏾 GIVE 👏🏾 A 👏🏾 FLYING 👏🏾 FUCK 👏🏾.

The reason why I built this little nest in these treacherous woods is because, upon a sudden realisation, while looking at JK & JM, after careful observation and educated guessing, it started to feel like “Oh, hold on a minute … There might be something there …”. The idea that within this band that I adore there might be someone who is part of the community, like me, literally had my head implode, and not only that. It would appear that two particular members who seem to bring out the best in each other, as well as within those whom they interact with, might in fact be in this possible queer relationship, would make it even better, since we all love a stunning and powerful couple.

So yes, I am indeed here for the representation of it all. I’m not sure how many can relate, but as a minority in so many aspects of life, race, gender, sexual orientation etc, the feeling of having a fellow minority out in society who has the means and the will to live there life openly because coming out isn’t a must, we have the right also to not come out if we don’t want to as a minority is very positive and encouraging for all the rest of us, regardless of whether or not we decide to eventually come out or not. 

Though there’s obviously been many others who’d come out before Matt Bomer, he is the one coming out I will never forget. I loved White Collar like borderline obsessed. I watched it when it came out and it was my favourite guilty pleasure show before Suits. What I loved the most was watching him and Tim DeKay interact behind the scenes or during bloopers with the rest of the cast too, goofy as hell! And then in 2012 (three years in) Matt finally came out and took me by a storm, the fact that he had been able to keep his husband and three children hidden for all that time was also 🤯🤯🤯.

Once again, many others had come out before him Ricky Martin, for example, in 2010 but because White Collar was such a big part of my life, I was so ecstatic, it felt like a friend came out. It was also so great to see how much everyone on set, and the fans, were supportive and how much freer and happier he’s been since then. When Mew and Tul confirmed their relationship last month just a couple of months after Thailand legalised gay marriage y’all should have seen my face, I couldn’t stop grinning. All the speculations, the pictures, the public trips, etc etc etc. Anyways, they’ve both gone through quite some drama in the previous years, Mew in particular, so I am indeed quite happy for them.

So if JM and JK are not dating, or there isn’t a single queer person in the whole of bangtan and all have girlfriends and wives, or there are queer tannies and they are dating other queer people, or whichever other possible combinations, as long as they are happy, so will I, because I am first and foremost an OT7 ARMY and all I will always want is their happiness. I am thus afraid that you will not see me shed any tears, nor hear any miserable barking, in this neck of the woods; so~rry.

Guess I’m not packing up after all next time I’m bringing out my luggage best be for my trip to Japan …! So, in conclusion, and just as a reminder for anyone passing by as well, this has been, still is, and will always be a Possibly Queer until proven Definitely Straight safe space, as well as a space where amongst plenty other things obviously all things queer can and will be gracoiusly discussed and analysed to my discretion; You di~g?

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo.

[consextualjane]

So, since I've been getting so many requests for the kind of stories I used to write, I decided to give you all a treat and post one of them (after digging through my old files to find it).

Enjoy 😘

Oh, and keep an eye on my blog. I might just decide to do more of these 👀

Reluctant Pleasure

Mark struggled against his restraints, but he couldn't budge. The knots holding his wrists behind his back, and his ankles to the chair, were tied well.

In front of him on the bed, bent over on all fours and facing him, was his beautiful girlfriend, Erin. And behind her was Jason, Cassi's boyfriend. He was a former college football player with huge shoulders and washboard abs. He had his hands wrapped around Erin's tiny waist and his cock buried inside of her.

This wasn't what Mark had wanted when he had suggested a foursome. He tried to protest but could only let out small muffled sounds against the rag stuffed into his mouth. Cassi, Erin's best friend - and the person responsible for orchestrating Mark's current predicament - laughed. She was on her knees, pumping her hand up and down Mark's stiff cock.

"Oh wow, do you see how good your little girlfriend looks getting bent over and fucked by my boyfriend's big cock?" said Cassi. Still pumping her hand up and down.

Mark let out a groan. He didn't want this, but he'd never been so hard in his life. Watching the love of his life getting stretched out by this meathead's massive cock was doing things to his mind that weren't natural.

He watched as Erin cried out in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Jason methodically hammered his big cock into her like she was an object that needed to be penetrated in a certain way to get an orgasm out of her. She was no longer even aware that Mark was in the room. Her moans and whimpers filled Mark's ears as she gave her body to the man enthusiastically. Jason took the cue and picked up the pace of rhythmically driving his cock in and out, a piston in perfect motion.

Cassi simultaneously slowed her speed of pumping Mark's cock. She drizzled some more lube over the tip and gave him a knowing smile. It was the cruelest thing Mark had ever seen.

"Oh my," she said, looking back over her shoulder. "Look at Erin turning into a little slut for my boyfriend. She's never experienced this much pleasure before, has she? You're never going to be able to satisfy her again after this."

Mark's cock twitched. He was so close to cumming. Cassi stopped her relentless pumping to let him cool off for a moment. He groaned and tried thrusting his hips forward for more stimulation. Cassi laughed again.

"Uh uh, no no," she said wagging her finger. Mark was in agony. He knew then that Cassi was the devil incarnate. He wanted to beg them all to stop, and he wanted to beg them to keep going. The screws holding his mind together were coming loose.

Jason picked up his pace again, pounding himself into Erin over and over. She'd always loved Mark, but lust was taking over as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body. Seeing her moaning and biting the sheets, Mark knew she was getting close to orgasm.

"They're both so close," whispered Cassi. "And so are you, aren't you? Are you going to cum while he forces an orgasm out of your slutty little girlfriend? Are you going to cum when he cums inside of her? Is she even on birth control? If you do cum, you'll be ruined too you know?"

Her words poisoned his mind as she jerked his cock off faster. He watched Jason's muscles tense and his rhythm get erratic. The brute thrust one final time, as deep into Erin as he could get, and let out a loud groan as he emptied his balls into Mark's girlfriend. Erin responded with an orgasm of her own, gripping the sheets and screaming in ecstasy as Jason continued to fill her.

It was all too much for Mark. His cock erupted in Cassi's hand, shooting cum out so far it landed on the bed. Spurt after spurt came gushing out as she drained every ounce of dignity he had left.

"Oooh there it is, good boy," she cooed, continuing to milk the cum out of his cock. "Get all of that out onto the floor, where it's useless. Keep going. Your little Erin just had her pussy filled with cum by my boyfriend's big thick cock."

Mark emptied his balls onto the floor. He shot out more cum than any other time in his life. Then he sighed in defeat, knowing his life had just changed irrevocably.

[wolfertinger]

Actually, if I may, I'd like to come back here and make one other statement in regards to a lot I've seen on this blog now that I've gone through it and digested some of it. I don't usually agree with blogs like this existing, which is one of other reasons I tried to steer clear of it. Even if I do agree with a lot that's been said or pointed out about these people, but I feel that those that run this blog don't have malicious intent in mind. Most people here clearly just want these people to do better.

This isn't me trying to be preachy. It's just something I'd like to say, because I find a lot of similarities in some of the behaviors I've seen shown on this blog in regards to Salem and others, that I have somewhat experienced myself.

My statement is mainly regarding the kind of "Oh but I've changed, I'm different now I'm not that person anymore!" behavior that Salem, Majora and even Wis seem to love exhibiting while avoiding accountability. I apologize if this is long.

I'll start off by saying and admitting that I myself am guilty of being a pretty "problematic" person in my past. I won't go over the entire list of shit I've done, but I can admit I was not a good person. The last decade of my life was rough. I did A LOT things that hurt people. Whether or not it was intentional, I still hurt people. Whether or not it was my mental health issues worsening and making my behavior more erratic and explosive, I still hurt people. That's the point. I was reactive, selfish, and unable to take criticism in any way. This was somewhat due to unresolved declining mental health issues and addiction issues I had making my behavior worse over time, but still. I was responsible nonetheless. I still am.

I never liked being told I was wrong, even though I often was. I was deeply insecure and would lash out a lot. It even got to the point where I was so desperate to be liked and accepted that I made friends with the wrong people. If someone was even remotely nice to me, despite any obvious red flags, I would associate with them because I just wanted to be liked. It was that bad. It got to the point that I wrongfully defended someone who was actually disgusting and even was friends with someone who was a proven groomer. People tried to warn me. I didn't listen because I felt like the warnings were personal attacks and I felt I could trust this new friend. I was also told by this person herself that the callouts were "old" and "exaggerated" and that she "wasn't that way anymore" (newsflash, she was and was indulging with very disgusting content during our friendship without me knowing). And I wrongfully defended her. Hell, I didn't even touch her callouts. Never read them. That's where I fucked up.

It was only until my best friend pulled me aside and said "hey you need to actually look at the warnings these people are giving you because this person you're friends with and her other friends are not good people." Because she took some time to look into the issue herself.

When I looked at the evidence, it was like this moment of "oh my god what the fuck have I been doing defending someone like this and associating with anyone like her?" and I cut her off and felt horrified. Ya know? Because I myself am a victim of grooming and SA and know that the kind of content this person was indulging in (she liked loli/shota and lied to me about liking it) was harmful, and the people she was caught associating with (like that groomer mentioned prior) were BAD. PEOPLE. I told myself I'd never get involved with people like her, and yet, there I was doing what I said I'd never do. And why? Because I was insecure and just wanted acceptance. I didn't care where it came from. That realization was mortifying. I felt disgusted with myself. As I should have.

And again, before this even happened, as I said before: I'd burned many bridges in the past over being unable to take criticism well, or needing attention, making mistakes and blowing up over them. I wouldn't say I was abusive, but I was certainly volatile and nasty about it. While some people who I had run ins with in the past did have bad intentions towards me, not all of them did. And I took every criticism thrown at me as a personal attack. Much like how Salem and his associates are doing now. It's not something I'm proud of but yeah. It all just lead up to this point where I realized I had a problem and I was putting myself in the positions I constantly found myself in. After all, if you constantly find yourself in turmoil so many times, do you ever get to that point where you stop and think and go "maybe I'm the problem? I should do something about this."

When this happened, I publicly denounced her, made a post on an old blog apologizing to those I'd hurt through the years and through my ignorance, I nuked all of my accounts, and left the internet for a while to get real help. I got sober, I got some therapy, got some diagnosis done and started working on ways to improve and undo a lot of the toxic behaviors I was exhibiting and internalized within me. I'm STILL working on this, by the way. This shit isn't something you can fix easily. I started working on music again and teaching myself new and healthier ways to cope with the things in my life that had always attributed to making me such a difficult individual to be around. I've also worked hard at being able to take criticism better (albeit I still struggle sometimes lol) and to be a lot more careful of who I associate with. (Though, let's be real. I kind of slipped up again in accepting Majoras friendship last year, when there were many red flags there that I should not have avoided). I've also worked super hard to educate myself on matters I was ignorant towards in the past, and tried to undo and unlearn a lot of harmful mindsets that were ingrained into me during my upbringing that I'd never addressed before. The responsibility to do all of this falls on me, and me alone. As it should for any individual. It doesn't matter what traumas you experienced in the past, or what mental health struggles you face: you are still responsible for yourself and your own actions.

And for the millionth time: I'm STILL working on all of this. You don't just change over night. I've been working on it for 3+ years now. I came back to the internet just a little bit before getting back into music and posting my shit online. Ever since I've made better efforts to improve myself, I've found my current friendships healthier. I've been more honest with myself. I even came out with my gender struggles (genderfluid) and my sexuality (lesbian) that I'd been hiding from friends and family for years. I've found myself to be happier, and more honest with myself and others. I also now make art that is more organic to me and isn't just made to make other people like me, or to give me validation from strangers who don't actually like me at all but just wanted wanking material. Because I also did used to make a lot of overly sexualized content for that reason. (That and my struggles with hypersexuality and unaddressed sexual trauma but yeah). And ever since I started making art that's actually organically me and is something I enjoy doing, I've never been happier and more at peace. I don't care about the audience attention or size anymore. I just find joy in expressing myself through my art. That's all I need. And in time, the audience has just kind of built itself. Because the people who like my art now appreciate the genuineness and personality within it. And while it's cool and all to have a big audience, now that I've worked on finding validation within myself, I don't really need that external validation anymore. It's not that addictive now. I just like to create. That's what brings me true happiness.

This is something I feel Salem and his associates fail to grasp. They desire the attention from a sizable audience. They desire attention in any way they can get it. It's not good or you. When you focus too much on this desire for validation and attention from so many strangers that don't actually know you, you cannot truly look inside yourself and change. It becomes unhealthy.

Real change isn't something you can brag about (and I stg I'm not bragging about mine. I'm trying to make a point here.) You can't just sit there and constantly announce "I'VE CHANGED I'VE CHANGED MY PAST IS BEHIND ME THAT'S NOT ME ANYMORE GUYS LOOK I'M TOTALLY DIFFERENT NOW" and then lash out at people who are criticizing the repetitive behaviors you are clearly still exhibiting. Real change is about looking inside of you, and around you and being able to criticize yourself and to start undoing those problems. YOU have to put in the work. You can't just get a slap on the wrist, and be on your way to repeat it. And no. No one from your past has to forgive you for what you've done. If you're truly changing as a person, you'd know and accept this. Even if you change for the better, you are still not owed anyone's forgiveness. And YES, you can have good intentions and try to work on yourself while slipping up and making a few mistakes along the way. That's literally what change is all about. Being human, making mistakes and learning from them.

And when you use your identity or mental health struggles as a shield from criticism, you're actually doing so much more harm than good for yourself. AND towards others.

And also, I get it: callout culture is honestly very toxic. Especially nowadays. Yes. There are people who abuse it and use it to ruin other peoples lives. Or they use it to emphasize on problems that could easily just be solved in person and aren't that serious.

But when you're being warned that you are associating with actual predators, or rape apologists, abusers, etc when you already have a questionable history that you clearly learned nothing from? I don't think that's people targeting you for the wrong reasons. While some of the things said on this blog are actually pretty disgusting, I will admit, most of it is not. Most of it is people wanting someone with a large platform to do better and to not spread harmful rhetoric and ideologies to their impressionable audience. I really don't think that's so difficult to understand or for people to ask of you. It's very sad to watch someone like Salem, who is actually a decent artist, refuse to take this in and reflect. Brother, you're still young. You have time to do better NOW at a very young age. Don't be like me and let that shit fester well into your 20s to the point that you have a severe crash and burn moment so low that you almost can't pull yourself out of it. It's not a great road to go down. Trust me. And shit, if you want to make fetish content? Great! You do that. More power to you. But don't act like you're some furry body positivity art messiah when there's many others who make the same type of content as you. Humble yourself. Just be honest with yourself. There's no shame in being a fetish artist, so long as you're responsible about it. This ain't a dis at you either. You clearly have talent. I won't deny that.

I feel 95% of the people on this blog do want what's best for you. It's not being done out of malicious intent. Others clearly not so much, but yeah. Although many of the things you've done I don't think are that easily forgivable. Even so, you still are at a good point in your life where you could actually reflect and change.

That's really all I have to say. Sorry if it's long or repetitive. It was just something that was stewing in my mind as I took the time to really digest all the shit here. Seeing a bit of similarities between my past behaviors and the shit Salem and CO are showing now, it was pretty jarring to say the least.

thank you again, for your thoughts. they are genuinely appreciated. and again, i am sorry if this situation, myself included, brought up any old wounds. your statements have all been incredibly enlightening, as to the kind of person majora really is. especially as, several times now, i have given them the platform and opportunity, to be honest and share their story. yet, they would rather spout vague lies, as a way to detract from survivors of their abuses, like you. best of luck moving forward. and please know, there are many people that support you. the truth, always prevails.

[proxylynn]

Blorbo: Guzma (Pokémon Sun and Moon)

{Wanna see what destruction looks like? Here it is in human form! It's your boy... Guzma!}

[Growing up with Pokémon since gen1, I never really got into the "evil organization"s that pop up in each gen. Mostly because they all follow some contrived stupid thing (minus Geovanni, he thought shit out and was legit) like I wanna flood the land, I wanna use Pokémon to free Pokémon, I want to use a death laser because fuck you, or I want to go unleash Pokémon Satan because reasons, etc. Then Sun/Moon came along and gave me Team Skull and it works... Because they aren't the evil team! (was that all it took for a decent team? to not make them the main villains?) And none of this would matter if the team leader wasn't interesting, which ya boi totally is.

"Guzma originally aspired to become a Trial Captain with Professor Kukui. He was even Hala's apprentice to train in battling. While he was a talented trainer in his own right, having won many trophies and awards, he also struggled in his efforts to be the best, never once having placed first in any tournaments. It is also implied that he suffered domestic abuse from his father and he ran away from home to escape it. He was also rejected as Trial Captain for unknown reasons. After failing to become a Trial Captain, Guzma formed Team Skull with other kids who failed the Trial vowing to destroy the very same traditions that shattered his dreams."

This is a great opening for a character, his motivation is relatable and not some grand over-the-top nonsense. He's a guy who feels he got shafted and when no one backed him up he said "screw you guys, I'm gonna show you you're wrong and make you suffer for doubting me". This alone would work to make me like him, but then they go and make him even more sympathetic. There's some hints of his dad being a possible abusive prick (I say possible because GameFreak likes to leave the fucked up stuff to the creatures more often than the people characters and I'm not 100% on this). He longs for approval and recognition, the man wants respect, so much so he is the henchman to Lusamine who is playing him like a fiddle by giving him the slightest bit of attention (fucking bitch!). Bro, I just want to jump into the game and tell him he's better than this. He's a bug trainer! This man made bug types cool to me! And his love for his bugs, especially his Golisopod, is so damn precious.

Game Freak knows he's awesome because they made Guzma too cool to join that shitshow crew Rainbow Rocket. Dude helps you take all those baddies down like the mother fucking boss he is. Not only this, but it was to Guzma of all people that Ash finally became a league champion and that battle was epic as fuck! Sadly, they would try to rehash this greatness and, frankly, it just isn't good (Team Yell and Star). Still, as much as I don't care for Pokémon as much as I used to, I still follow blogs on here that are about Guzma. Shout out to elbdot who has a long-running still going strong Pokémon Sun/Moon comic series with best boi Guzma being a key character, I love it so much!]

[abstract-crossverse]

breathes for air I WAS THAT ONE ANON THAT SAW YOU IN THE DARK DECEPTION FANDOM LONG AGO so I see ur taking Doors requests may I May I request a fluffy Seek x reader thank you so much (vanishes)

Hi hello! Good to see you again even if I don't quite remember you, anyway, here’s the goop man you ordered, my dearest apologies for taking so long, life has been a mess This will be a one-shot sort of thing, I hope that's okay! Honestly I missed writing, I have to do this more often again, finally clean the dust off this ole blog

CW/TW// Description of wound, wound, mention of needles(in a stinging feeling way), blood, general injury

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“Scrapes” // [Seek x Reader, fic, fluff]

Seek and you had been a couple for a couple of weeks now, the rest of the hotel’s entities still don't know this, and Seek would honestly rather keep it that way, it’s none of their business anyway.

How come? Well regardless if they told the others, they’d still kill you the same if you end up getting caught unless Seek manages to convince them to not kill you outright, which is hard to do, some of the entities simply don't give a fuck, it doesn't matter, nothing changes aside the fact they know, and your beloved — don't get him wrong he adores everyone in the hotel like family — but he doesn't trust everyone enough to not let that fact slip to Jack, the Hotel’s founder, one of them anyway.

Jack is… he’d never let him live it down, not to mention the entity would either kill you permanently or turn you into one of them as Seek’s punishment for being anything more than a monster designed and ordered to kill any Players in Jack’s twisted game of… what even would this be? Tag? Hide and Seek? He doesn't know and he doesn't care.

And despite your relationship, you still attempt to leave the hotel, repeating the same routine over and over as you wake up in the lobby, get to the hotel, go through and either die to someone or get to the elevator. Seek doesn't mind, he doesn’t blame you, he’d also try to leave if he were still human like you, he does give you an easier time to escape his corridor when he needs to pop up, being intentionally slower or pretend to be stuck in his own sludge to give you a head start, he doesn't want to kill you, he hates doing that, so he rigs his hallway for you to escape, more so, he rigs himself more than his hallway.

At the moment, Seek had been waiting for you to get to his level, his brother Hide alerting him of you coming near, Hide is the only one who does know of your relationship, the sibling is far too shy to talk with anyone else nor do they even like Jack to interact with the entity further than a greeting, he was grateful for that at least.

He heard footsteps enter the hallway from under the floorboards, waiting as this could be a different person, he never knew, the floorboards were especially hard to peek through, so he waited until he heard the knock he told you to do. Once you tapped your shoe in the rhythm he taught you, he excitedly seeped through the boards into a puddle on the ground before forming into his usual humanoid shape.

“Salutations, my darling, how have you been-” he stopped, mid-way into fixing his tie, looking at your slumped form, puffy red eyes and occasional sniffles, you’ve been crying, he took another moment to look over you…

One of your arms was bloody, soaked almost. He had a hunch of who did this, but wasn't sure if it was correct.

You weren’t sad per se, more in pain than anything, he figured the pain was enough to bring you to tears, it stung his heart to see you this way. He looked at you softly as she tilted his head slightly, offering his hand to you, you took it as he silently led you to the next room, the library that would be usually falling apart when players came by, now intact had many bookshelves, chairs, lamps and drawers, including a big couch he sat you down on

He opened the window next to you both, taking a first aid kit from one of the tar covered arms that usually showed themselves on the last stretch of your lover’s chase, he closed the window as the arm slithered back into the void outside, sitting down next to you as he opened the kit and reached a hand to you, silently asking for your injured arm as you rubbed your eyes from their wetness.

“So… tell me dear, what happened?” he spoke softly lifting your sleeve and taking a look at the damage, your arm still soaked in blood, he could assume a chunk of skin was missing

“... I got scratched by Ambush…” you leaned against the couch as you winced at the burning sensation the air hitting your wound gave you, Seek gave you a side glance, he wanted further explanation, you let out a sigh “I got ambushed by Ambush, almost buffered my timing and his particles grazed my arm real bad-” you hissed in pain and tensed as Seek suddenly had a warm wet towel in hand, patting your wound gently, you got confused for a moment before realizing the arm probably brought it to him again, you could feel light cold spots on the towel caused by it getting wet by the rain outside

“I see, well I am glad you didn’t meet your demise today.” he stated as he cleaned the blood, he could see the wound more clearly now as the blood was mostly clean aside the new blood starting to pool again, you had a chunk of skin missing as if someone had ripped part of your skin with wax or something similar, the skin under incredibly reddish and sensitive

He was surprised to hear that Ambush had caused this, he was almost certain that Screech was the culprit, this critter sometimes took out more than he could chew, including chunks of skin or flesh. 

The entity heard your nails scratch the couch as you gripped the seat, he felt your arm tense in his hold as he patted the wound with a dry towel before applying an antibiotic to it, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to your temple as you groaned in pain

“My dearest apologies this hurts so much, but as is the nature of healing, I have to do this, Dove.” He said, gently rubbing his forehead to the side of your head as he continued to apply the ointment, the burning was going away, but it was still there to sting, like needles to your arm, you winced before laying your head on his shoulder as he began bandaging the injury, sighing in relief as the pain subsided a bit, there was nothing he could do if this lead into needing stitches, he’s no medical profession nor can those claws of his sew at all

Leaning his head on top of yours as he took your hand in his, he spoke

“Due to the nature of the hotel, You’ll heal far quicker than you would usually, however we’ll still need to treat it and change the bandages until it is healed.” You hummed in exhaustion, acknowledging what he told you as you relaxed against him, at least you were with him now, you could relax for a while until he had to go again to do whatever with the other players that came around.

“Thank you, Seek…” you mumbled as he moved to hold you, deciding to pull you on top of him as you laid himself down on the couch, you obliged and moved yourself as he silently wanted cuddles. He made sure your injured arm wouldn't be disturbed or put any pressure on as he held you, your head on his chest as he laid kisses on your head, you giggled, there we go

“Hm… Other than that unfortunate event, what else did you do today, my dear?” he moved a hand to rub your back, your legs tangled as you sighed over the comforting movement along your spine, “Well… I talked with a couple new people that end up here, poor guys were freaking out…” you chuckled, “but otherwise things were fine, same old, I did see Halt today, it’s always interesting to see them as they don't often show up…”

Your lover hummed, delightfully surprised at the mention of his ghostly friend, “ah, they came around, how lovely. Have you ever tried striking a conversation?” he looked down at you softly as his hand moved to play with your hair now “I tried yea, but they never respond, I see they get surprised at it though, I don't think they expect anything other than silence from Players that know their deal or freaking out to themselves.” you laughed, Seek let out a chuckle as well

“Ah yes, they are never one to chat too much, it’s alright though, I’m sure they’ll come around eventually if you really want them to.” he assured, closing his eye as he felt your heartbeat and warmth against him, he was usually always cold, it comforted him to feel your form against him, assure him that you're still here, alive and breathing.

You closed your eyes as well, both resting in comfortable silence as you feel the rise and fall of his chest, once you mentioned his constant stillness whenever you two cuddle is slightly unnerving, so he makes an effort to imitate breathing, something he hasn't done in so long, it took him a while to get used to it again, but he says it's also comforting to him, reminding him he’s still human in a way, you wonder how he does it.

Eventually he felt your hand that rested on his shoulder slide and fell to the cushions, he chuckled silently as he opened his eye to find you comfortably asleep on his chest, he went back to rubbing your back as you cuddled more into him in your sleep. One of the big arms opened the window quietly and draped a blanket over the two of you before slithering back into the void and closing the window, Seek listened to your gentle snores and the rain hitting the walls outside, for such a day to end in comfort and warmth, he never thought he’d have a moment like this before you showed up.

He carefully moved to press a kiss to the top of your head before laying his head back down, maybe he could get some shut-eye himself, he doesn't quite remember how sleeping feels like anymore, what a lovely way to try that again.

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[aviradasa]

I got you 🖤 to make this authentic I smoked a fat ass blunt just for you anyways I did the characters you requested plus a few extra and I decided to do small HC/ drabbles cause I have to many imagines atm 🤣 anyways also I added nuada from hellboy 2 cause he's pookie all the way @horny4bj-blog

Characters included:

Hellboy (2004)

Prince nuada ( hellboy 2, 2008)

Daryl (Alexandria timeline)

Sam (supernatural)

Dean (supernatural)

Castiel (supernatural

Lucifer (supernatural)

Let's get startedddd

Different characters react to you stoned/couch-logged

Masterlist

Hellboy:

Honestly was not surprised when he walked into him room one day to it smelling entirely of weed. Honestly he was mostly impressed because not only did it smell. But when the door opened all that came out was smoke.

Like damn.

When he went to venture further he was also not surprised when he saw you sprawled out on the couch with like 6 cats laying on you.

You didnt register him calling your name until he threw a candybar at your face

This is pretty much how it went

“Hey???” “…” “Hellooo??” “…” “Hey!” “Ow fuck what do you want.” you say as you open the candy bar and take a bite

Honestly he doesn't really care but he expects you to share you weed with him. If you don't he will lowkey just take it without asking and deal with you later. (no he won't pay you back hes always magically broke when you ask him to 😒)

As for you being on the couch he tells you to move over. If you don't he moves you himself.

He finds it funny to mess with you when you get to the point when you think everything is in slow motion And your basically not registering anything the way your supposed to

Like one time yall played Uno. And you were at the point you couldn't even read the cards and you were slumped over leaning on the back of the couch like a corpse thinkin the number 6 was the funniest shit on earth

And what did he do.convinced you to give him your cards so he could read them to you.in your state you agreed. That prick (this is based off a true story i have a lot of these adafia if you see this. Fuck you I should have one that game 🖕)

Yeah naw i dont have much for him he's just an asshole who also smokes so he don't really care yall end up watching a lot of movies though.

Nuada:

Now he's interesting with this idea lmao

He's confused as fuck cause he don't really do shit that could alter his mind, he want to stay sharp and ready for anything (boring fuckaaaa)

He at first acts like a disappointed mother

“ now why would you go and do this to yourself knowing what we have to do.” “because I'm a whole ass adult and it makes it more fun.” “that's besides the point (name)” part of a real argument yall had at one point

Yeah like don't get me wrong he doesn't hate weed he just thinks it makes you act dumb

He's lowkey right though

But anyways back to the prompt. When he walks in and your just spaces out in your bed he just shakes his head and goes to do what he needs to do.

If you are logged somewhere is his way this man with nudge/kick you with his foot until you move and if you don't he will just use his foot to roll you out of the way.

He acts like he doesn't care and to be frank he doesn't have the energy to put into caring about something so dumb so he leaves you alone.

But then there was the one time that he accidentally ate an edible.

He took that shit like a champ though and was able to function decently, but for the most part he was just chillin just silently staring off into space

He says he would never do that again. But you decide not to say anything when you notice some of your edibles missing.

Bro thinks he's slick 🤣🤣

Sam:

Ok gonna be honest his brother is dean. Need I say more

He knows what to do he pulls up with the munchies and some red box movie

If your slumped on the couch this man will sit on the floor

Y'all can talk for hours even if he is sober

Or you pass out from him typing on the computer cause I mean that sound is just relaxing.

Honestly don't have much for him he's just a chill guy

Dean:

He don't walk in

He's slumped with you on the other side of the couch

He eats all the damn munchies

He refuses to watch anything besides old Scooby doo reruns.

(he has a crush on the hex girls)

He's literally just a grown up child when he's high (not much different then normal)

Yall are laughing high people

The jokes are hilarious

Cass

He walks in and sees you on the couch looking half dead and he's confused

Like really confused

“Are you ok?” “huh?” are you ok??” “HUH??” “nevermind.”

He doesn't know what to do so he does nothing 😭😭

If you ask he will get you snacks

He's kinda hard to talk to so if you are laughing its at him not knowing anything

(these are getting short cause of my beautiful bong so its not my fault blame daisy that's my bongs name.)

Lucifer:

Ok let be honest here

He's lucifer he's hilarious

If you wanna feel like your gonna suffocate from laughing then he's your guy

He doesn't even try to be funny he just says out of pocket shit.

All the time

I haven't seen much of his character yet but he's already a favorite

I don't think he would light up with you unless you peer pressure him

Yes you have to peer pressurethe damn devil to smoke the devils lettuce with you.

If yall do he just spaces in and out while your on your phone on that couch unmoving

But during this spacing in and out he just says weird shit

I dare you to show him the dark crystal afterwords tho just trust me.

Daryl:

This man could not give less of a fuck

He's used to seeing people on all sorts of shit so some weed don't scare him

He just goes about his day

He will sit and chat with you

He's a horrible high sitter tho

If you get to high he's your worst nightmare

Will throw fake spiders and shit at you knowing your on that couch to see you jump

He's lowkey funny tho 🤣

He might smoke with you once in awhile

It's rare tho he's more of a drinker

Anyways that's all for today hope you enjoyed dis shitz

Edit: sorry I sounded like a fuckin idiot here also sorry I forgot Crowley and carol 😭😭 I wrote for nuada took a break forgot it was nuada and gaslit myself into thinking I wrote for Crowley 🤣🤣

didnt mean to but its really late and I'm to lazy to write for them rn so I hope you enjoy what I got down please forgive me🖤🖤 also sorry nuadas there you didnt ask for him I was just living it up with daisy at that moment.

[yujeong]

I saw ur post about wanting writing prompts so I thought why not lol. (This is my first time doing this 😅) but I have a few of AUs on my art blog that I would love to see expanded on like my Tall Pete/Short Vegas au, A band au with Vegas being a lead singer and Pete falling in love at first sight, or Pete being Vegas’ personal bodyguard instead of Tankhun’s. So yea if u find any of these interesting I’d love to see ur spin on it

OMG hi! Thank you so much for sending me this, I'm so flattered you thought of asking me to write sth surrounding your AUs ❤️ It kind of feels like the secret Santa event all over again, I love it haha. The timing is actually a little too perfect, because a few weeks ago, I randomly stumbled upon a YouTube short about the side couple in Laws of Attraction and I proceeded to 1. lose my shit, so much so that I decided to start watching the show and 2. write a whole page full of notes about an AU in which Pete is Vegas' bodyguard, based on the pool scene of said short. So, to give a little context: In this alternative universe, Vegas and Gun visit the main family compound for a meeting. At some point, Korn wants to talk to Gun alone, so Vegas goes to the pool area to find Porsche, along with Pete who follows him. Vegas proceeds to flirt with Porsche, as Vegas does, up until Gun suddenly appears and starts yelling at him for unclear reasons. He escalates it when Vegas asks, baffled, why he's being yelled at, by slapping him and putting his head into the pool. Pete normally doesn't intervene when Gun gets violent with Vegas, but his protective instincts here kick in and he stops Gun from literally attempting to kill his own son. As a result, Gun's anger gets redirected at Pete, who gets beaten up in Vegas' stead. The snippet I wrote for you is the aftermath of everything I described above. I hope you like it ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Silence, occasionally broken by a faint sound that resembled sniffing. Pete couldn’t tell what it was, but in his state he couldn’t really tell where he was either, so he stopped worrying about it. He tried, instead, to remember what had happened that brought him here, wherever “here” was. The last thing he recalled was the feeling of Khun Gun’s shoes digging into his forearms, which he used in his attempt to protect his head from his boss’ repeated, brutal kicks. Khun Gun wasn’t the strongest man Pete had ever met, but there were reasons he always tried to stay on his good side, and his cruelty was one of them. The cruelty that had so many times been directed at his own son. The kind he was eerily familiar with.

Khun Vegas’ face materialized in Pete’s mind. Droplets of water running down his nose, his sharp cheekbones, reaching his neck. His hair wet and disheveled, his chest heaving from the difficulty to breathe after having had his head shoved into the pool. His expression crumbling with worry, something Pete had no logical way of explaining. Fuck, where was he? Pete could only hope Porsche had protected him from his father’s fury afterwards. Khun Gun was unpredictable; he couldn't be trusted to only be satisfied by lashing out at Pete. Pete needed to go find him as soon as possible. Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge. A heavy fog was clouding his vision, and the pain that was engulfing his whole body was preventing him from doing the simplest of movements. He groaned as he shifted his torso in a futile attempt to get up, resulting in a gasp that startled him into opening his eyes to check where it came from. His mouth was hanging open as he took in the image of Khun Vegas staring at him, fidgeting nervously in the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were red around the corners and he looked ghostly pale. Pete’s breath hitched. “Pete… ?” he said, dropping his gaze to the floor. He always did that when he was feeling guilty about something. “Are you... ?” “I’m fine, Khun Vegas,” Pete replied, despite the numbness in his limbs and the headache that was starting to form. “What about you? Are you hurt? Should I take you to the doct-” “We’re at the infirmary, you idiot,” Vegas shouted, interrupting him, but his voice lacked the usual heat. “Stop acting like my bodyguard right now, it pisses me off.” That’s all I know how to be, Pete wanted to tell him, but remained silent. That’s all I’m allowed. He didn’t really mind Khun Vegas’ words. He’d heard worse things over the years, things that should have probably hurt him. Somehow, Pete had the ability to forgive him anything. The atmosphere grew tense between them. Pete had grown used to that, too, but he had never seen Khun Vegas be so self conscious before. He wondered why the sudden change. “I’m not thanking you,” Pete heard him murmur after a few seconds; he uttered the words under his breath, while staring at his feet. If Pete had a better view of his face, he’d argue Khun Vegas was pouting. Pete could only reassure him. “You don’t have to, Khun Vegas. I was simply doing my job.” It had the opposite effect. The creases between his eyebrows deepened as he lifted his head and stared at Pete. Astonished as his mouth was open agape, likely for a retort that never came. Alternatively, he turned his attention to the small table next to Pete’s bed. He stood up and approached it hastily, grabbing something that was resting on top of it, before Pete could take a closer look. “The nurse said you have to take this,” he said and extended his arm at Pete, revealing a small pill. It was probably a standard type of painkiller. Bodyguards never got any special medical treatment, especially those working for the minor family. It wasn’t worth the trouble. Pete tried to lift his hand to take it, but he bitterly realized it was impossible. He winced as he took a look at both of his arms and found them bandaged, smears of purple popping at places his skin was uncovered. He cursed under his breath. “Ah, I’m sorry, Khun Vegas, I’ll just call the-” Cold fingertips pressed on Pete’s chin. They felt even colder on his lips, the pressure just enough to make him open his mouth. The pill slipped between his teeth easily, with the help of a wet tongue he'd never thought he'd get to taste. Hot air hit Pete’s cheeks. His heart was beating rapidly. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Water traveled down his throat, taking the pill with it. Pete blinked. His head felt light, his body even lighter. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but he didn’t think it was bad. He focused, instead, on Vegas, who was standing above him with an unusual sense of confidence.  “Get well soon. That’s an order.” It was enough to ground Pete back into reality. He was thankful for it.

“Yes, Khun Vegas.” It was only then that Pete noticed how the color returned on Vegas’ face and how his slight trembling seized. “Has Pete woken up yet?” Both of them jumped at the sound of Porsche’s voice. He poked his head into the room, completely oblivious to what had transpired before he showed up. “Oh, he has. How are you feeling?” “Good,” he replied sincerely. The pain didn’t bother him anymore.  A smile spread on his lips as he added, “Khun Vegas just gave me my medicine.” Porsche returned it, though his was more mischievous than playful. “Pete, you should have seen Vegas while he waited for you to wake up. I’ve never seen him crying so hard-” Vegas punched Porsche hard on the shoulder to stop him from talking, which made loud laughter escape Pete’s mouth. It earned him a glare, one of Vegas' serious ones. It'd bring him hell later, but Pete realized he was fine with that.

[kusagrasskusa]

Jeff the Killer X Reader

Ecstasy :)

Based off Ecstasy by Suicidal Idol-

TW- this song contained abuse so that's gonna be pretty prevalent in this oneshot. Like pretty extreme abuse. As well as drugs. We like to keep things dark here on this blog sometimes :)

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She said as she took his hand, caressing his leathery face with her innocent little smile. The look of despair in her face as she said

Fucking come here, give me your heart

Her disillusioned eyes squinted as she held up her sweet smile. He could feel her heart pulse heavily in her chest as she breathed out slowly, her air warm against his lips as he said

Just you and me, to infinity

It started when they met in school after he moved. She invited him over, they kissed, they grew close. When he came back from the hospital after the "incident," she invited him over again. Something special had happened that he needed to see.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy

He thought as he saw her. The first time he ever felt a sense of bloodlust as he saw her surrounded by the bloody corpses of her parents. It gave him an idea that changed his life forever.

Kiss me on the lips, choke me on the floor

A match made in heaven- or hell, one might say. They shared sensual love and feelings when they finished their families and left town together. Truly best friends.

She didn't want to just fucking stay friends though. They spent too many nights together to just be friends. Why didn't she just speak up?

Drag me around, and push me right against your door

It was because he couldn't stay nice. He changed. She'd cry out as he tossed her around the room. She'd stare at her scarred in the mirror after every night they'd spend together. Her face of terror when she'd look in mirror: she felt like a punching bag that only got worse as they grew older, and he grew stronger and larger.

I'm your little doll, come and play with me

Why didn't she leave? Why did she stay? She could have ran away after letting him use some of the coke she found off a random fucker she stabbed to death. He was so worn out from grabbing her by the hair and throwing her around that he just passed out on the couch in the place they "borrowed."

Dying all my hair, we could be in the scene

Moving across the world, living the edge of reality, it seemed. He'd hurt her so much more along the way. Simply killing his victims wasn't enough for him anymore. The drinks and drugs didn't satiate him. She'd begin to steal clothes from the women she'd kill to try to appease him, make him value her body a little more. Give him special nights. But he never stopped.

Lights out, you don't tap out

Another episode: he'd freak out, high off his fucking mind as he'd toss her around. She'd scream, barely able to recognize him anymore. Begging all the while trying to hold him, calm him, love him. His crazed expression as he slit her throat, licking the blood off before locking her tears. What was that feeling in her chest and thought in her mind as she feared for her life?

You're so crazy, manipulate me

Hug him once more as he returned to normal, then to kiss him. Tell him to go to sleep with her. That's what she did after every episode.

His annoyed face but loving arms was enough to make her forgive and forget once again. Her smaller form curled up against his larger, muscular form was the greatest feeling in the world. He could be so sweet at times ❤️

Fucking chase me, fucking break me

Then he'd get more deadly each time. Holding her down, beating her for messing up their strategy of breaking into a new house. Fuck, her body just got up and started to run on its own; something she never did before. Something she knew she could never get away with.

You're my everything, please just r- me

His words and fists felt more brutal than anything else she had ever experienced. He'd drag her throughout each room, make her beg for her fucking life. All she wanted to be loved Jeff, but he never loved her for anything more than her body and what she could do for him. He knew she wouldn't even protest if he took advantage of her fearful state; even after how badly he hurt her this time.

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She whispered as she weakly kissed him. The girl sat there, straddled on top of him as she weakly breathed out, her dilated eyes revealing the high she was experiencing. Her lip was busted and eyes dark from bruising he caused her just a little earlier. But he wasn't surprised to her so in love with him still.

Fucking come here, give me your heart

And this time, for the first time, he said back that he loved her.

Just you and me to infinity

Her giggles were always the sweetest thing. She melted into him; kissing him and hugging him tightly. Maybe it was possible that a place had been moved in his cold heart for her. Maybe that disgust for his love of her was why he hurt her.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy

But he still did it. And she still loved him for it.

Piercing on your lip, it's perfect

Like always, she'd dress in something new and pretty by the time he'd come back. She'd always be ready to see him with food, although nothing special, since it's always small things she'd take after murdering a family.

Never seen another girl this perfect

Like a fucking slave, he'd think.

Sticking out your tongue for the picture

Yet, since the day they met, she'd be so happy and obsessed to the point that she didn't care. He can think however he wants and she'd be happy; every photo, video, and every live moment was evident. She was always so happy.

You're so pretty, you're so popular

The night came to where he'd finally call her his girl. She cried hard that day into his freshly cleaned hoodie, cuddled up against him as he'd hold her close. He really did feel grateful for her, although he never showed it. She showed him what it was like to kill and enjoy substances, and she kept him clean, fed, and safe.

I just wanna be your sweetheart

She'd sing for a moment, her usual obsession shining through in any moment he was on her mind. And he was always on her mind. Sometimes, it annoyed him, though, and small annoyances always went a long way.

Fucking come here, give me your heart

She'd cry out as he'd throw her across the room, leaving her in pain and in tears. Extending her arms for help as he's turn to walk away.

Just you and me to infinity

But she always had her way. He'd always come back to her, ready to love on her after getting the rest of his rage out. The same cycle they'd been doing since nearly a decade ago, when they were 15 and ran away from home.

I can't fucking breathe, too much ecstasy (ecstasy, ecstasy...)

[hotchfiles]

i think the reason so many people are pressing against you is that you’re just taking it like a communism vs. capitalism type of game were there are also more factors besides capitalism as to why communism isn’t entirely effective in modernity. it’s not just that but the way you’re acting so cynical about it like when you took the ss of the anon with their usernames on just to have people validate your point which doesn’t sit very well with a 27 year old adult. people who showed you their views because this is a public space and they did so without insulting you while all you could do is be more aggressive about it by actually using insulting names and posting memes about it instead of actually moving on. but well, why do i even bother about it if you’re just gonna make fun of me, anyway. kind of sad that’s all that YOU being LAWYER has to give in such discussions.

the person i took a screenshot from made a new account to bother me because i specifically had closed off the anon option from my blog because i had spent the entire day replying to people (most of all pretty politely when they were polite to me) and i was tired

that was a new account, the screenshot was from a comment they publicly made on one of my posts stating i never take criticism well and i always tell people to fuck off which is simply not true

again, this debate didn’t start with me, its a capitalism vs communism because people came over quite literally defending capitalism

when people send me polite messages i answer them politely, when people are condescending (saying they are sorry for me, calling me weird or acting like i don’t know what i’m talking about, telling me to go china, that i’m poor and unhappy etc etc etc) i reply back with the same level of impoliteness

i had a lot of people sending me actual texts about how lenin was also very ruthless, quotes and all, and not only did i post it but i also agreed with them, because they were sharing information and being polite although they don’t agree with my political stance

all of this was brought TO ME, and i replied to people matching their exact energy, maybe some of you just can’t accept the fact that i can in fact argue back or simply not agree with the arguments sent to me and still be polite

i don’t think you were polite, you tried to, i’ll give you that, but that little ad hominem by the end kinda ruined it.

still, i’m replying to it politely because it truly baffles me how people can come to my ask and act like i’m stupid and then if i’m cynical then i’m the impolite one

[thevampirecasketsystem]

I noticed we were re-blogged onto a cringe system page basically the entire preface is fake claiming I did block them because I cannot be bothered with that I’m not giving you my energy dude (plus I don’t really wanna lash out because we tend to do that because NPD and stuff but yeah don’t really wanna say something we regret because we’re trying to get better)

their entire point is, they think it is funny which I would disagree. Even if someone is faking a disorder, they shouldn’t be treated with malice or hate because if you are faking having a disorder and you yourself are definitely not mentally healthy because no mentally healthy person is going to fake anything and if someone is wrong about having something that’s fine they still deserve compassion so we can find what’s really wrong with them and just claiming they are fake is not helping. And even when you claim all endogenic systems are faking that is harmful, the license psychologists even have divided opinions on the endogenic community a lot of life and decide psychologists and specialist actually do you believe in existence of endogenic systems and non-disordered plurality there is many many systems who can share their experience with non-disorder plurality and being endogenic heck we mixed origin We have endogenic heasmatea ourself however we are still mostly traumagenic.

you see fake claiming only does more harm than good. It stops people from getting help and stops people from getting taken seriously when they need help. it causes stigma and it makes it seem like it is okay to harass someone because you think they’re fake when in reality all they did was a crime of being “cringe” in your eyes and yeah, we are actually aware we are very cringe to most people we don’t care thiugh, I mean heck when you have much wrong with you then as we do, it’s probably not surprising that we are going to be a bit more cringe than over people because developing like a normal person when you are very mentally ill and disabled, it’s kind of hard and I don’t care if we seem cringe because we are happy however, to some people that might hurt them a lot, especially to younger teenagers which these people don’t see any problem with harassing them anyway.

do you know something? I wish we were faking we are very disordered in our DID we have a lot of blackout amnesia we have CPTSD we have a very bad derealisation, we have terrible inner world communication a lot of us hate each other. I have woken up I’ve come into front after someone has harmed the body or took substances and I have to calm down from that I have came into front after attempts. Do you think I want this? Just because I’m not posting about our struggles 24/7 does not mean that we are enjoying this or want this at all like no we hate this and yeah, we’re gonna post cringe stuff because it makes us happy and god forbid a mentally ill person be happy I guess?

There is so much that we refuse to talk about with how this disorder affects us with very fucked up stuff very personal so we don’t really wanna share because we feel like that danger us or someone else who doesn’t want to see that. But we do suffer a lot and even if a system doesn’t suffer that does not mean you can fake claim them you are not them you do not experience what they experience you do not know their experience nor are you a doctor you are just an edgelord, who is sad with your life so you go and harass random people who you deemed to be cringe? Yeah, that’s definitely not embarrassing at all /sarc.

[since0202]

Hi ~

New fan here ~

I honestly don't know how to start this without it sounding like a love letter, but here goes...

I FUCKING LOVE YOUR WORK, ALL OF IT, really seriously. I took a deep dive into all the stories, the truth is I started looking for stories about Paul Lohote in a moment of longing for my teenage love of the Twilight movies, I didn't expect to find much knowing that the saga already has more than 10 years since I finished in the movies, but oh my goodness, if I came across pure gold with your blog, I seriously finished the Taking Time series easily in 5 days. The beautiful and detailed way in which you describe not only the aspects of the main characters, but you also go into giving context and depth to the characters that many would later use only as background (the pack, the imprints, their families and side characters ) It's simply, I mean you left me hooked for more.

And then when I saw that you updated recently, you don't know how happy it made me to know that I can know more about this wonderful story and its next development.

I have come across several works on the page that for many reasons or few were left half done, and it is not to put pressure or anything like that, I am new here, I just wanted to send you a message of my pure admiration for your work and therefore you.

Because you have created a wonderful work of literature and I can't wait to see how it continues.

I think I'll leave this message here, I don't want to seem too intense at first. I only want to say, gracias, thank you very much, for sharing your talent with all of us, whatever the reason for your hiatus, I wish you a good night, or day depending on when you receive this message, and all the good vibes that arrive to you so that you have a good life.

P.S. An apology if my writing is not so neat, English is not my first language, I am from Mexico, and right now I am using Google Translate and I only have to trust its grammar.

Sincerely, Dania P., a new loyal fan.

This message is just...wow. Thank you so much for saying such kind and thoughtful things. I'm so glad you found my story and I always love seeing people progress through my chapters when they like them.

This story is such a self fulfilling joy for me to write and I'm glad that others are enjoying it just as much. Your message totally made my day and I'd be lying if I didn't say I hoarded it in my inbox for awhile so I could read it over and over again.

Its folks like you and many other silent readers that make me know this story means something not just to me.

I can't wait for you to see where Maya and Paul go next. We've got some external conflict, and the vampire/werewolf threat coming into play soon. But of course, I need to throw a couple of wrenches in there first to whack it all up.

Thank you again for reading and thank you even more for writing this amazing message. I absolutely can't express how much happiness (and the push it gave me to finish this last chapter) it brought me.

<3

[yallemagne]

This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?