#YOU DO NOT WANT A SUGAR DADDY

[anemoiawithatouchofobsession]

(miscellaneous)

(CW!)

Since I'm new-ish on tumblr, I've been reading up about this platforms lore... and you're telling me HORDES of teenage girls sexualised themselves because of a fucking Lana Del Rey album???? Like. Yes. Born To Die is a masterpiece and a lot of songs are certified indie classics and I personally like more than half the songs on it, and Lana is a wonderful storyteller and allat but... how did it lead to the straught up movement that was the nymphet tag??? Loli shit??? I thought a "girlblog" was just a girly little blog like a MySpace diary. Or just quoting LDR lyrics and other girly things.

Oh NEVER did I imagine in my wildest dreams that a girlblog was basically a blog where teenage girls used to reblog not just LDR, Marina and Lorde, but also loli, pro-ana/pro-ED/pro-drugs/pro-selfharm content, glorified predatory relationships (cus Lana in "Cola"said that she likes older men!), kiddie 🌽, movies like Pretty Baby, Blue Lagoon, Leon the professional (🤢🤮), sugar daddy/baby content... like. GIRLIES. CHILL TF OUT. YALL HAVE ISSUES.

Basically threw themselves at predators on this platform. Omg. I didn't even think of it and now I'm SHUDDERING. The "girlbloggers" basically wanted to be groomed and preyed upon because of fucking Lana 💀💀💀 Elisabeth fucking Woolridge (yes that is Lana Del Rey's real name) I won't forgive you for this. Like I only knew Summertime Sadness cus that was on the radio when I was younger but I didn't know THIS craze. Omfg. To think girlbloggers still exist but at least they're not pushing pro Ana or pro-SH content... Still tho. I am so happy I was not a teenager in that era on here. I would have ran my life to the ground omg

[dollyyun]

….might post sugar daddy jay fic next week…

[antianakin]

Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.

Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.

He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.

It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.

He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.

[leviiackrman]

ROB YOUNG - Uncharted [full colour]

more art || character page || commissions

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[mamawasatesttube]

How many sugar baby jokes do u think are cracked abt Kon on a weekly basis?

many, and he cracks them himself too, BUT also at least once he rolls over in the night and pokes tim awake like. hey. hey baby you know its just a joke right? you know im not just with you for your money right like you know i love you so so much and i never ever want you to feel like im just using you and

and tim just blinks at him in complete and utter bewilderment. he's about 80% asleep still. pats kon's entire face. what, he says. ive literally never thought of this. you're my babygirl. that reminds me i wanted to ask do you wanna go on a cruise i was thinking i can take you on this one fancy mediterranean one next month--

[bruciemilf]

Werewolf! AU

The Kane are pureblood wolf, Thomas was human. Martha's brother became disinterested in Bruce thinking he was human like his father. And in a sense it was true. But during his training in the League, Bruce dies and Talia resurrects him using the Pit, resulting in the wolf's dormant genes being reactivated. Bruce won't find out until years later, when he's Batman, and has just adopted Dick. His wolf's instincts howl for a pack. And for a companion, getting him out of the way whenever Superman is near.

Honestly, I’d fucking love a batcat dynamic with this. Like. Overgrown puppy battinson who unconsciously thinks he’s a kitten and jumps on selina whenever. Poor woman is reduced to a gym rat because her man needs to be carried 24/7 like he’s dainty and delicate despite being a marble statue

[peraltuki]

If William dies then Vincent will own everything so.... vincent kinnies you know for who's downfall to pray

[ddodol]

hii i sent that sugar daddy sungchan ask but these days im also thinking of sugar daddy shotaro (with older reader too hehe) like what can i say, im a ho for these handsome men ok but shotaros been on my mind lately 🧎🏻‍♀️

LIKE - sugar daddy shotaro who has a hugeee soft spot for his baby, but ohhhh does he get sown and dirty w them too, always spoiling them with gifts and his cock like 🤤 (soft dom vibes)

🍨 anon

hi lovely <3 i really like the thought of the boys with an older reader because there's so much to explore with it :3 taro with someone older makes me think back to when he was in nct and he had everyone babying him 😭

sugar daddy!taro would treat you so well that you'd be begging for his attention 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ always talks to you in a soft voice that makes you melt and always surprises you with gifts. if you mention something to him once, he'll remember it and make sure that he has it ready for you by tonight.

taro would be able to hide his greed for you more easily than sungchan, though he lowkey just wants you to beg for him instead of having to ask. like, taro finds no problem being bold and direct but he finds it more rewarding when you're the one that's needy for him. you can just send him a time and location and he'll be there for you in no time.

sugar daddy!taro would be so good to you in bed, always attentive and flexible. he'd talk you through your orgasm, caressing your body and whispering sweet nothings as your body tenses up. now, taro would be freaky, but he's able to keep in under wraps. the very moment you mention to him that there's something new you want to try, whether it's toys, bondage or anything else, best believe he's already prepared for it.

[illfoandillfie]

really thinking about setting up like a fic directory on here where you could like pick a kink and it'd show you everything i've written with that kink. Other filters too like pairing and genre (smut/angst/fluff) and that sort of thing.

I've seen others have similar pages for fic recs and I thot it might be good to have here too because sometimes I feel like the masterlist I've currently got is a little annoying to navigate if you don't know the fic names and also I'm bad at updating it lmao.

Is that something anyone would use? Are there any specific filters you'd like to see? I'd love to know what you guys think!

[loveshotzz]

I have like three and a half smut scenes planned for this one shot.

[loosingmoreletters]

slams hand down do it you know you want to do it,,, sugar daddy au and now its just awkward as fuck but they get to Deal with It. bonus points for people laughing at them in the background. i am your inner demon whispering that this is a good idea and you should absolutely write it (no pressure ofc!!! take your time and its fine if you want to!!!)

for ship names. yeah very sad. i havent settled on like. a combination of their names that sound appealing to me so im just. sitting there awkwardly in Yun Taeheon x Shin Junseo. simple but it works. ill bonk my brain for ideas later,, i have cut down on thigns i need to hand in tomorrow im procrastinating because the thing i need to do is so horribly boring

maybe the korean side of the fandom has something going on but that would require me to go on twitter and figure out what korean words to put in the search box and I'm already failing at "go on twitter".

sdkhldfkhg the inner demons are winning. now I'm kinda contemplating how this would even start, which made me realize we know fuck all about Shin Junseo's past??? We only knew that apparently he had a shitty job before he awakened and didn't have any friends and seemingly also has no family.

So like? Local man signs up on an app bc honestly at this point being a sugar baby would not be worse than another horrible shift at whatever minimum wage job he has to pay the bills?

And cool, he hits it off with Yun Taeheon, something something business man. It's a lot less hollywood-pretty-woman than he expected, more nice dinners with genuinely entertaining discussions, and sure getting laid is nice too, and then, well, the world goes to shit for a hot second and well, the contract written before runs out, isn't renewed and Shin Junseo has a moment between picking up a shitty job again and awakening where he comfortably lives on his savings while his,,, ex? well, no, ex would be implying they dated. boss is also not quite the term, his previous situationship, made himself a guild master.

whatever.

and then the world goes even more to shit and he drags corpses and the memories of a world annihilated out of a dungeon. He makes his plan, keeps his head down and then fucking Yun Taeheon is standing in front of him again.

[k-kizkhalifa]

IM SORRY BUT THE AHNDS AND THE LGE. FUCK TAKE ME.

[teecupangel]

Got it in one!

I was just thinking about how Lapis first communicated with Steven when she was still in the mirror

and I started stringing together like

What if, after the flare, Desmond ended up not in the Grey as the Reader

but like, in the mesh of POEs connecting them to the Grey

Which, exists somewhat out of the flow of time

and that in that mesh, he registered not as a user, existing where he shouldn't, or as a target, but as another piece of the machinery

Essentially, there's no inherent intelligences to the Apples

they could store and project ideas, orders, knowledge

but they don't *decide* things

they don't withhold information or toy with their users

there needs to be a mind to do that

Often in human history, that mind was Juno

but now, it's Desmond.

Desmond wasn't made for this. He's not Isu; the only POE he's used were modified to work specifically for him. Not to mention he *died* right before this, so he's not in the best shape when he gets tangled in the Eden network, not in the position to be making decisions. The network scans him in as equipment and makes use of him as such.

The Apples aren't made to make decisions? Well, now they are. There's a conveniently delivered brain pattern to use for interpreting questions and what relevant information to deliver. The brain is half fried and doesn't want to be doing this? Too bad.

Desmond's not even really conscious at first. Not really *Desmond.* And when he is...it's like being a long way under dark water. He can feel his legs kicking, his arms thrashing. But he can't see a surface. He can feels waves rolling him one direction and then another, but he doesn't know which way is up.

Until one day, like a shaft of sunlight piercing the depths, showing him the shape of his cage, Desmond hears a voice he recognizes: Altaïr.

Continuation of the ask:

....I don't know if I built it up right but.

Yeah Desmond gets brought up, more conscious, more aware when his ancestors interact with the Apples.

But the trouble is, even though he's more aware, he's still part of the Eden mesh. He's part of the machinery, the network, boxed in by operation parameters that he doesn't know how to break out of. Altaïr asks the Apple for knowledge, and he can feel the machinery at work, his brain co-opted for processing, sorting information to spit back out. It's overwhelming, burning, it hurts, he's left spinning and nauseous except he hasn't got a body, he doesn't even have the relief of letting it out.

It costs him more than he can say, to impose his will on the Apple. He knows what the target--Altaïr, not the target, it's Altaïr--is asking, knows which answers the use--*not* the user, Juno is not using him to influence his ancestors, he won't let her--wants him to give, to influence and entice. And giving something else leaves him reeling with pain, sends him back into that dark ocean for who knows how long.

But he claws his way back up. And he does it again, and again, and again, trying to to help, trying to tell Altaïr what he really needs to know (trying to say I'm here, I'm here, please, PLEASE)

And it took a while, too long as far as Desmond was concerned, before he could feel that Altaïr had noticed something.

And it had started so small that even Desmond didn’t realize it at first.

Altaïr’s voice had grown softer when he ordered the Apple to show him something. His question had become vaguer, giving Desmond more leeway on how to interpret the question, and lessen the pain he goes thru as he adds more than what Altaïr requested.

They cannot truly communicate with one another and Altaïr was cautious, understanding that the artifact in his hand had a hand in Al Mualim’s fall from grace (or perhaps it had simply shown the truth that Altaïr had not seen… had not wanted to see) so there was always this worry that this was simply another way for the artifact to get a hold of him.

He started testing his theory, asking vague questions to see how the Apple would react to it.

That was how he heard it.

The same voice he thought he had imagined back when Abbas had used the Apple during Al Mualim’s wake.

The same voice he had tried to reason was part of the mob back in Cyprus.

The voice that kept telling him, “I’m here, I’m here, please… please…”

Altaïr was sure it had come from the Apple itself.

The question was if the voice itself was truly begging for help or was this another one of the Apple’s tricks, trying to appeal to him.

He kept it a secret, both because he did not want to worry anyone and also because there was something inside him that could not help but wish to not share this.

A desire to find out the truth all on his own.

It was a selfish one, perhaps, but it was a desire so deep that he dared not go against it.

Not yet, anyway.

So he started to study the Apple more.

Questions such as “who are you?” seemed to hurt it for some reason, the Apple vibrating and heating in his hands until he could no longer hold it in fear of burning his palms. It would always show a vaguely humanoid shape created with golden dust that would scatter and fall if Altaïr attempt to touch it.

Altaïr noted them as the forbidden questions and tried to stir clear from them.

Vague questions work best.

“What should I focus on for now?” would show him a glimpse of an armor for a moment before it would shake, as if someone was trying to pull it away. That someone… would always take the same humanoid shape made of golden dust.

Someone Altaïr could only see from the corner of his eyes.

After that, he would receive a new vision, sometimes quite blurry that Altaïr wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be seeing. Sometimes, clear enough that Altaïr would be left frozen for just a moment because…

Because they were always warnings.

Abbas’ growing hatred and jealousy, fueled by the truth Altaïr had given him that he did not wish to believe and twisted by the tantalizing power he had as he held the Apple for a few moments all those years back…

Rauf’s future illness that would take his life decades from now. One that needed a specific medicine that was not available during this time yet could be created, Altaïr had the time and the procedures to make it now…

A sword glowing the same golden light as the Apple in the hands of a dangerous man he does not know yet…

Altaïr noticed the Apple tend to focus on Abbas a lot whenever he asked “What should I be worried about?” or “What should I be careful of” and a part of him, that part that was young and childish and still believed that their friendship could be fixed, wanted to believe that the Apple simply did not wish to have Abbas as its master once more.

But… he could sense it.

After being in the presence of the voice that continues to beg him to acknowledge his existence, he could hear the urgency and fear.

Not for itself…

But for Altaïr.

For his family.

So when it had shown him a… memory? A vision?

A possible future?

To see his face marred with wrinkles and greying hair…

To hear his own voice speak of Sef’s death in the hands of Abbas’ men…

He could not dismiss it.

So he asks the Apple…

“How… how can I save my son?”

And the Apple shuddered.

No.

It was vibrating.

It grew hot.

It was happening once more.

Altaïr had asked a forbidden question.

Yet, he held the Apple.

The burning pain was bearable if it meant he could save Sef.

He could feel it traveling across his right arm, enveloping it in heat that threatened to burn him from the inside.

Until finally…

Everything went dark.

At first, Altaïr had assumed he had lost consciousness.

Then he saw the golden dust by his feet, forming a trail that Altaïr knew he must follow.

So he follows.

Deeper and deeper into the darkness…

No.

It was no longer the darkness.

It had turned grey.

And the ground he was walking on began to play…

Memories?

Visions?

Altaïr wasn’t sure how he knew but he was sure…

They were visions of the future…

Of men and women who followed the Creed just as him, brothers and sisters who fought to defend mankind and free will.

So he continued to follow it…

Until he reached what might be the end.

Or perhaps the beginning.

Maybe even the middle of this endless grey.

A tree made of gears and golden metal, forever turning and moving as its very roots stretched all over.

And, in the middle of this machine…

Was a man with eyes glowing like the sun…

Surrounded by gears threatening to envelop him whole.

As Altaïr watched, he could see the way the gears continue to dig to his flesh, pushing him deeper and deeper into the metallic golden tree.

Altaïr wasn’t sure if he was making the right choice.

He wasn’t even sure if he should do such a thing.

The man wasn’t moving, his face still like a sculpture with eyes vacant and without life.

Yet, Altaïr swore he heard him even though his mouth remained close.

“Altaïr…”

His name…

Spoken in the same voice as the one he had been hearing from the Apple for so long.

So he grabbed him and pulled.

The gears began to dig into his skin as well and Altaïr gritted his teeth as he felt the power of countless artifacts just like his Apple begin to assault his senses.

Ordering him to stop.

Or to join the man.

But Altaïr was nothing if not stubborn.

A persistent stubborn idiot as Malik would sometimes call him if he believed Altaïr was doing something futile.

And, every time Malik believed it would be futile, Altaïr would still find a way to succeed.

And this…

This would be no different.

He is, after all…

A persistent stubborn idiot.

When he comes to, he is back in his office, laying on his back on the floor. His entire body aches and he felt stinging pain from where he remembered the gears have dug into his skin.

He could not feel any gears though which he would count as a good thing.

He could still feel the burning pain on his right arm though but it was now a pleasant warmth.

The warmth of a person’s hand entwined with his.

Altaïr blinked.

Then he turned his head to look to his right…

And he saw the man in his vision lying next to him, eyes closed but breathing.

Oh.

……… How was he supposed to explain this to Maria and Malik?

[kakusu-shipping]

YES I have been a Mauga/Baptiste/Sombra polycule truther for actual literal years now and yes I will continue to be unhinged about their dynamic but what if

Maximilien/Mauga Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby

[charmac]

im sorry the next chapter of your fic is 23 thousand words??????????? i have a life tumblr user charmac u cant do this to me. i have responsibilities i must tend to. but i will read it all and love it

Yeah I am so sorry.. Like genuinely I feel bad. Cos like, I wish I could have at least made this two chapters but, alas, brain said no. And then I made a goddamn playlist. Erm, so just carve out an extra hour from your bedtime routine tonight or something, okay? You can do that for me, right? And maybe a bit of extra time afterwards to crawl into my ask box? Yeah?

[mielmoto]

@regnantlight replied: Zelda, being so short that the point flies over her head, looking very concerned: “Are you having financial trouble, Honey…?” Cousin is ready to help! …go over her accounting books, that is.

Her beloved, wise, and prudent cousin may be shocked to discover that, for all her apparent air-headedness, Honey keeps immaculate books.

In fact, all the financial information on her business is filed with assistive color-coding, and some documentation which proves, (to the shock of many), that the little fairy woman handles all of the accounting herself... and Charmed Confections is a very profitable affair, when all is said and done.

“ ...so if these are your earnings for the last month– Honey, from everything I can discern, you should be the 'lonely rich person' in this scenario. Where did all this profit go? ”

.....well, she doesn't keep track of her personal spending habits with quite the same diligence.