#actually i'm gonna go back to posting these on a sideblog i think that makes the most sense and then just reblog 'em

[doctorbrown]

❝Would you like to...to...?❞

❝I'd love to.❞

[rebelfell]

I love your writing so much it's giving me so much joy. I was close to dropping out of the Eddie fandom because I couldn't enjoy the current trends of writing him but you write him so well I'm falling in love again. Do you have any writers on here that inspire you or that you would recommend to follow if that's ok.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh. Oh, anon. The way I wish I could print this out and hang it above my mantle. And I don’t even have a mantle. Thank you so much, truly.

I think I would have to tag every single writer in this fandom to accurately portray who inspires me. There is such a wealth of work about him, there’s something for everyone out there.

Whatever version of Eddie you want to read, he exists, and it’s not a matter of anyone’s version being better/worse, but what speaks to you.

I am gonna list some of my favorites, because I deeply want to give people their flowers, but my brain is also mashed potatoes and I hate for anyone to feel overlooked/left out.

So this is BY NO MEANS a complete list.

My sideblog @madeofmunson has pretty much everything I’ve read and my blathering recs. I’m gonna link this post I made last year, in which I babbled about some of the stories that really impacted me as I entered the Eddie fandom.

A number of them are what I would consider to be modern classics in the fandom, so I doubt you’ve missed them, but just in case 😘

And the rest are going under a cut because I am a loquacious so and so (if you couldn’t already tell)

@aphrogeneias writes such a fun, silly, goofy Eddie, but WATCH OUT because he’ll hit you with the feels out of nowhere. rockstar!eddie and his assistant make my knees weak on the regular.

@bettyfrommars has it out for me, specifically. They ruin me over and over and KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT (partly because I keep going back but that’s neither here nor there)

@br0ck-eddie is the undisputed reigning champ of soft, sweet eddie. They put out all of these little vignettes that make me feel so warm and gooey inside like I’m literally butter in the microwave.

@jo-harrington’s mind is WILD. I don’t even know how they come up with some of their concepts and I can only imagine what it’s like to create whole universes in your head from nothing.

@lesservillain fucks my brain up every time they post. I learned a whole lotta stuff I never knew about myself from their omegaverse fics 😳 Namely what the omegaverse was…

Read Red String and thank me later.

@littlexdeaths I want to put in my pocket and carry around with me all the time. They will start with just a little blurb and the next thing you know you’re swept away in the current of a whole saga and desperate to find out what happens next.

@lonelysatellites is a devastatingly good writer. I still think about Safe Hands and Bruises and how they altered my fucking brain chemistry. Actually, now that you mention it…I might need to go re-read them…again…

@mrsjellymunson is a radiant ball of light. They write stories that are just FUN and silly and sexy and they deserve only the best 💖

@somnambulic-thing is…an enigma. They have the capacity to write something so emotionally devastating I have to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling for 10 hours about it. Or they will write something that is so silly and lighthearted it makes your belly ache with joy and love.

And then go and write something that is BOTH.

@the-unforgivenn is literally the sweetest soul who ever lived, I think they were a piece of candy in a past life. They write a great Eddie and a great Corroded Coffin (specifically Gareth) became they really nail that band banter/dialogue.

@trashmouth-richie makes me horny and makes me laugh and makes me horny all over again. They write with a real razor sharp wit and confoundingly good smut 😵‍💫

@urhoneycombwitch is so creative, so skilled. They create the kinds of Eddie’s that burrow under your skin and make their home there. Roomate/neighbor!eddie have my heart.

@word-wytch just received a lot of the brunt of my flailing about one of their chapters, so if you haven’t read Don’t Stand So Close To Me - DO IT.

Seriously there are still so many more 😭 But I gotta stop or I’m never gonna actually post this. If you’re reading this and your name isn’t here, it so would be if I had infinite time ♥️ Yes, you.

I did not even touch on my Steve writers???????? (see @stuffedwithsteve for them)

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

Look out its a Linkblr Dashboard Simulator!

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🪶 redwingskies Follow

So who was gonna tell me the Surface is Real, huh? Who.

🎶 ocarina-macarina Follow

Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Hey btw, If I kill a god does that make me one? Is there like. Rules for this? Asking for a friend. (Like seriously. I don't care. He does.)

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🚋 train-life Follow

Today's Fact: Did you know Trains are the reason New Hyrule has Standardized Time Zones? As citizens needed to know when to get to a train station, the council lobbied for standardized time that could be applied precisely for travel by train! The entire modern perception of time is because of the Train!

⌛️ forestchild Follow

Thanks, I hate it. Lets go back to living by the sun rise and set.

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

??? We've always had standard time zones??? What are you talking about. Trains didn't invent that.

🚋 train-life Follow

...they literally did. I re-researched this to double check. What are YOU talking about?

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Time zones? Like. The era of Legend, the Golden era, bullfish like that?

🚋 train-life Follow

... you can swear you know? I'm 12 not a baby.

🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

you're HOW OLD? I thought you were a Royal Engineer???

🚋 train-life Follow

12? It's in my bio?

🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

I love you but get the hell off of this website why are you here

🌟 excuuuse-me Follow

Can we go back to the weirdo who thinks Time Zones are HISTORICAL PERIODS?

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Haha yea total weirdo, what, are they like 400 years old or something? Lol

🐴 goatman4life Follow

Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job

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🐟 indigo-gos-official Follow

Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.

⌛️ forestchild Follow

Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!

🐴 goatman4life Follow

Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??

⌛️ forestchild Follow

Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.

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🌳 wildflowerwastaken Follow

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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!

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🌟 excuuuse-me Follow

Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

👑 princess-of-hyrule Follow

Link. This is not what I told you to post.

🌟 excuuuse-me Follow

Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!

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⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.

Thanks everybody

⏳️ forestchild Follow

Lol this loser doesn't know how to make sideblogs

🎶 ocarina-macarina Follow

The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?

⏳️ forestchild Follow

The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".

-The Diety

⏳️ forestchild Follow

...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.

⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard

-Green (?)

⚒️ smol-smithy Follow

I am going to kill you.

#we have all agreed to not utilize this blog until the poll is complete #so shut up green

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[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Since this is currently my most active blog with some followers, just wanted to say a few things:

It's so incredibly depressing to see tumblr sellout to the whole AI shit and try to pacify users by the opt-out toggle option when it mostly likely won't do jack shit. Tumblr has been doing shitty things for awhile now, but out of all old social media it was a last shabby bastion for various weirdos, including a fandom weirdo like me.

I'm just an old silly hobbyist artist who badly draws fanart of old cartoons, but even the idea that my stuff will help train AI to be better to stealing desirable art of actual artists, whose work is their livelyhood is fucking maddening. Opting out won't help (Sources say data is already available to companies). Deleting stuff won't help (tumblr have access to deleted blogs and reblogs put your stuff in reach too). Using Nightshade and Glaze is not a viable option for me (my old laptop's specks is not up to support those programs, and I'm too afraid to try and accidently fry it and than all my shit would be lost) and even those doesn't solve the problems of all of my old stuff across like 7 sideblogs+my old tumblr account's 2 blogs.

Of course, maybe all hope is not lost for tumblr. There may be solutions and decisions later down the line. But for now I probably won't be posting any new stuff for a bit while I decide if I want to stay on tumblr and be complicit in feeding the insidious and insatiable AI machines.

And as alternatives, I created new account for bluesky, and consider pillowfort and cohost to share my random silly art. Even dusted out my old tapas and newgrounds accounts, and consider webtoons and comicfury to post and archive my few comics. Hopefully I will share links in my pinned post when I set whatever I decide up, even if all of it is so exhausting and depressing.

And hey, if you read this so far - just a reminder:

Opt out on that 'share with third parties' toggle like explained here! - it may do jack shit, but its better than nothing.

Write a polite disagreeing feedback to staff like suggested on this post. - remember not all staff had a hand in this, so no need to be rude, but make sure to have your voice be heard.

Use Nightshade and Glaze to poison your art - if you are an artist and are able to do it unlike me. It may not be sure proof way to stop/kill AI, but it sure shows that artists will fight back.

Use ArtShield - an online lowtech alternative to Nightshade & Glaze, puts a stamp/watermark on your art, invisible to humans but supposedly makes AI think its unsuitable to train on. (edit)

And please, take a moment for yourself. Because it fucking sucks.

So, I'm gonna go take a step back and burrow into some hole and cry for all of those who AI fucks over. I won't be gone forever, but for now I'm too frustrated and dissapointed to do anything.

and ALSO just to be fucking clear

🇺🇦 I STAND WITH UKRAINE 🇺🇦

🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE 🇵🇸

🏳️‍⚧️ TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS 🏳️‍⚧️

🚫 AI CREATIONS ARE NOT ART🚫

fuck you shitty side tumblr I wish you all a fucking hammer car explosion

[eazy-peazy54]

"Welcome, babies. To the Fruity Pebbles Castle of Torment: a scary castle with 100 rats."

~~~

There comes a time once in every f-slur's life to make an intro post for this god forsaken hellsite.

Now is that time.

~~~

GREETINGS, TO EVERY FOOL WHO HAS MISTAKENLY STUMBLED UPON THIS TUMBLR PAGE!

(This is my sick ass and very cool intro post!!)

SOME MAY CALL ME A MAD SCIENTIST, OR A "RINGMASTER-TYPE," BUT MOST THINK OF ME AS SOME SORT OF WEIRDO WHO THINKS THAT BILL CIPHER IS "SO ME FR" AND TYPES LIKE THAT FOR FUNZIES IN HER INTRO POST SO SHE LOOKS COOL.

(The last one is true, I'm truly a nerd trying to impress you all so you stick around and like me. In all honesty I'm just a kid who wants to be both Bill Cipher and also a vampire. I wanna bring a real Will-Woodian vibe to your function [aka your dashboard.])

THIS BLOG IS ONLY A GLIMPSE INTO THE ENIGMA OF THE LONG AND VAST MAZE THAT SOME MAY CALL A "BRAIN." I PREFER TO CALL IT A MIND-HOLE.

MIND-FUCK, MIND-HOLE, SAME DIFF.

ANYWHO, ONWARDS!

🧪 ABOUT ME: ~ My name is Peazy ~ She/He/They ~ Bi ~ Minor ~ I PROBABLY HAVE AUTISM!! (we can tell) OR ADHD OR SOMETHING !! OR BOTH!! PROLLY BOTH!! 🫀 WHAT I DO: ~ I shitpost. A lot. Mostly, actually. But I am ALSO: ~ An artist! ~ Singer-Songwriter ~ Starting a band! (Mr. Amnesia and The Surrealists, check us out if we ever drop anything!) ~ Writer (of both real stories, and fanfiction!) ~ Creator of the Mary Bell Township ARG! (check out my TikTok and Youtube links if you're interested.. :3) 🐇 FUN FACTS: ~ Once again, I make music! ~ I'm making an ARG that I might make a sideblog for, so stay tuned! ~ I am allergic to gluten ~ I fuckin LOVE cats ~ I'm somehow Goth and Emo and Scene all at the same time?!?? ~ I play the pianooooo!

💫 CURRENT HYPERFIXATIONS: ~ Will Wood ~ LITWTC/Life in The World to Come ~ Gravity Falls ~ My own ARG ?? somehow ?? Don't ask, I don't know how this happened.

~ Moral Orel

🌊 FANDOMS: ~ Will Wood ~ LITWTC/Life in The World to Come ~ Gravity Falls ~ Smiling Friends ~ Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix ~ Portal ~ Once again, my own ARG somehow.

~ Moral Orel

~ Sonic The Hedgehog

~ Hatsune Miku/Vocaloid

~Undertale

~Deltarune

🎹 MUSIC I LISTEN TO: ~ this list is never gonna be EVERYTHING i listen to so bare with me

🎼 GENRES: ~ Goth ~ Emo ~ Vaporwave ~ Alternative ~ General "Weird Kid" music ~ Rap ~ Swing ~ "Indie" ~ Folk ~ Punk ~ Hyperpop ~ Basic white girl music that I will not admit as to specifics 🎶 ARTISTS: (in no particular order) (also this is NOT all of them) ~ Will Wood/Will Wood and the Tapeworms ~ Lemon Demon ~ Tally Hall ~ Oingo Boingo ~ DEVO ~ That Handsome Devil ~ Crystal Castles ~ Glass Animals ~ Man Man ~ Tyler, The Creator ~ Kendrick Lamar ~ Desert Sand Feels Warm At Night ~ Infinity Frequencies ~ POiSON GiRL FRiEND ~ Girls Rituals ~ Black Dresses ~ Jack Stauber ~ Mitski ~ She Wants Revenge ~ Joy Division ~ New Order ~ Joey Valence & Brae ~ Chappell Roan ~ Gorillaz ~ SOPHIE ~ Charli xcx ~ Kesha ~ MF DOOM ~ TV Girl ~ Ethel Cain ~ Lamp ~ Panchiko ~ Yaelokre ~ Radiohead ~ Billie Eilish

🕯️ AESTHETICS IM INTO: ~ Yes, this needed its own category. Hush hush. ~ Gothic (I'm goth don't come at me for putting it in the damn aesthetics) ~ Emo/Scene (SAME SHIT APPLIES AS THE LAST ONE) ~ Frutiger Aero (and anything relating) (<- I will yap about this for ages hold me back) ~ Frutiger Metro ~ Southern Gothic ~ New Wave ~ Utopian Scholastic ~ Vaporwave (IM AN OG PLEASE CHAT) ~ Weirdcore (NOT THE ONE YOU'RE THINKING) ~ 2000's/Y2k (once again NOT THE ONE YOU'RE THINKING) ~ Twee (oopsie daisy) ~ Whimsigoth

~ Halloween shit ~ General vibes of mad scientists and circuses ~ Whatever the fuck Will Wood has going on

🎪 OTHER INTERESTS: ~ Danny Gonzalez, Drew Gooden, Kurtis Conner ~ Flamingo ~ Making PLAYLISTS RRRAAAGH ~ Aesthetics (ask me about this shit I will yap for ages) ~ Liminal Spaces ~ Jfashion ~ Gyaru fashion ~ Other Subcultures ~ Everything creepy! ~ Song analyzation ~ Vampires ~ Circus stuff ~ Mad scientist stuff ~ HALLOWEEN ~ Playing piano! ~ YAPPING

🏷 TAGS TO LOOK OUT FOR: ~ #asks :3 - everything people yap to me in my inbox! ~ #fanfic shenanigans - I want you to take a WILD GUESS. ~ #peazy's yapping - general stuff, or long posts of me yapping ~ #long post - again, take a wild guess. ~ #reblog - like a normal reblog, but I said something in the tags! ~ #art reblog - same as the last one, but art I really liked and had something to say about! ~ #important - actual important things, like awareness posts and all that good jazz :) ~ #mutuals/#THATS OOMF 😭 - MUTUALLSSSS

~#mary bell township/#mary bell township arg - my arg! Arg content goes under both tags, but there’s usually more content under #mary bell township :)

🔎 OTHER SOCIALS: ~ TikTok ~ Instagram ~ Youtube ~ Ao3

🦇 DNI: ~ Jokes on you, there is none! Except... ~ Homophobes, transphobes, nazis, racists, terfs, radfems, pedos, proshippers ~ Blogs who solely post NSFW (a few suggestive things are fine! but if you're posting straight-up PORN or only nsfw and only smut, then no thank you brother) ~ Adding on to that, if you have a NSFW side blog, that's fine! ~ Also don't tag my posts as NSFW pretty please. I'm a minor, and if I'm talking about my mama, I mean my mother. ~ people who don't fw bagels /j ~ Either way, I block as I please!

PHEW, FINALLY THATS OVER WITH. BEEN MEANING TO MAKE ONE OF THESE FOR A WHILE NOW.

ANYWAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED LEARNING ABOUT ME, AND IF YOU READ THIS FAR..

thank you! :)

It means a lot!

NOW,

BEGONE.

[userholland]

snowed in hell

you didn't think a weekend with your boss could get worse... actually, it does once you're snowed in with him and away from home. you thought he was the worse, but there is something beneath his cold exterior that's very passionate and romantic and you're curious if you can explore that.

PAIRING: ceo!tom holland x assistant/secretary!reader

GENRE: smut 18+ minors dni!, pwp, enemies to lovers (?), secret crushes, lots and lots of longing and pining, dom!tom + dom!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2k [the longest one so far lol]

A/N: merry christmas eve/happy holidays! sexy present here lmao. i haven't written smut in a while so apologies in advance but i thought id just throw one in there. honestly may post more on my smut sideblog now that i have a bit more time to write! let me know if this series has been great for you guys :D

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"A weekend away didn't seem like a bad idea"... is what you should be thinking. The winter wonderland that was this beautiful snowfall was all nice and cheery until you're going with your boss for one of his many conferences before the holiday season can start.

Now, Tom Holland wasn't bad looking, but once his egotistical comments spouted out of his mouth, you were able to snap back into reality. Not only could he sound like the most out-of-touch guy, but he flaunted how successful he was on-top of his looks.

So when he invited you－ no, expect you－ to come to this conference, it was a bit of a disappointment when you thought that it would be your one weekend of not doing anything that revolved around him. Now it was all about him... as per usual.

Carefully driving to the five-star hotel, all he did was talk about his own expectations and try to figure out what to say at the big dinner they were holding before tomorrow's conference. All you could do was make mental notes since you were driving and he was checking himself in the mirror in the backseat.

Luckily, you had adjoined rooms so there was some separation between your lives these next two days. While he was working in his room, you hoped to go on the slopes and enjoy breakfast on the nice outside deck while reading a book. Maybe even meet someone like in some cheesy romance movie.

"No, no, we have the charity ball on the 5th. The opening of the library the week after." Tom sighed, "Yes, yes, darling, I'm aware of that, but we can move all those dates... Trust me, I know Mr. Morales isn't with his wife on Tuesdays and Thursdays..." He continued, his left eyebrow arched.

You could roll your eyes, but all you did was take a deep breath.

"Well, I checked in the mirror and I can say that today is gonna be a great day." He smirked.

Oh, God. You needed this thirty remaining minutes to turn into thirty seconds.

"Y/N, slow down a bit. We're in no rush." Tom signaled his hand, looking through the front windshield.

"Yes, sir." You grinned, fixing your posture as you eased your foot off the gas pedal.

♡ ♡ ♡

You're relieved once you're checked into your room, knowing there was one wall between you and Tom. When you lay on your bed, basically hoping into the soft mattress, you let out a huge sigh of relief.

After a few minutes of hearing Tom's muffled voice through the wall, it was silent. You fix your skirt and button up before knocking on the door until Tom said you could come in.

When you step in, you see Tom standing in front of the full-body mirror by the window. As much as you wanted to complain, he did look good in a dark suit. You saw him adjust his sleeves under his jacket, but his tie was crooked.

"Here, I let me fix your tie." You trailed as you walked over.

You leaned into your heels, pulling the tie a bit down before pulling it perfectly where the top button of his shirt was. His brown eyes glossed over as he watched you, admiring how the orange light from the sunset laying against your face.

When you lifted your head, you saw his eyes, but you two could just produce awkward laughs. When you were hired, all your friends envied that you worked for someone as handsome and suave as Tom, and so were you. It was his huge ego that got in the way. Then, there were moments like this where that small crush bloomed back up.

Tom couldn't disagree that there weren't some feelings in the beginning as well. Workplace relationships were frowned upon, and already keeping his father's company afloat, there was no need to try to impress you. He would rather fight off those feelings then see where it goes.

"Thank you, Y/N." He said before clearing his throat.

"Of course, sir." You grinned.

"You don't have to always call me that. It's Tom, darling."

"I know." You quickly said, but you felt heat on your cheeks.

"Well, we need to get down there." He quickly gathered himself before the two of you left your rooms.

When you entered the elevator, it was just the two of you. There wasn't much said but it stopped on the floor below, a few people filed in and you felt Tom place his hand on your lower back as you took a few steps back.

You leaned next to him, placing your hand on his chest. Tom's heart hadn't beat so fast in a while, but in that moment, he thought everyone in the small space could hear it.

"Sorry, sir." You said, pulling your hand back and then tucking your hair behind your ear.

"You don't have to apologize, darling."

Your eyes fixated longer on him before the doors opened, and he walked out with the others.

Quickly, you followed him before he was practically mobbed by his peers, asking all these questions and statements while you stood behind his back. A few times he'd look over his shoulder to make sure you were close, and you would show him a small smile.

Time got away as he loved to talk business before timidly tapped his shoulder and he turned his attention toward you.

"Sir, the conference starts in five minutes."

He chuckled, "Oh, I have to go but nice seeing you guys. Let's catch up this weekend." Tom smiled at the few men.

As the two of you walked away, Tom's smile fell and his hands played with the first button of his suit jacket.

"What happened?" You asked, trying to keep up with his fast pace.

"Just because I have the money to finance their plans doesn't mean I can. I'm not..." He trailed, "Well, I'm not some dream maker. Let's put it at that."

"Sorry about that, sir." You cleared your throat.

"Remember what we spoke about?" He asked, turning to you.

"Tom... I meant Tom." You trailed, giving a half-smile.

He actually smiled back, something you rarely saw but the two of you continued to the hall, taking your seats before a long meeting.

♡ ♡ ♡

After an hour and a half, you and Tom went to the bar as per his request. Instead of sitting at the stools, you were sat at a table and you weren't use to spending a dinner with him. When the waiter came by, you were going to order for the two of you until Tom spoke first.

"One glass of scotch neat and a gin and tonic, light on the tonic." He said, impressing you.

"You remembered?" You asked, sounding like an old friend.

"Of course. It's not always your job to do that." He grinned.

Once you got your drinks, you cheers to the night and a successful start to the weekend. You almost wanted to toast to Tom not getting on your last nerve, but a man came by with 'manager' written under his name on his tag.

"Excuse me, but we just wanted to tell you that there is a harsh snowstorm right now. There may be some bad cell service and the roads are completely covered so, I would advise you not to go out tonight if you were planning to leave."

"Thank you for telling us." Tom nodded.

"We can send anything complimentary to your room if needed, Mr. Holland." He reassured him before leaving.

"Wow, so you're not new around here." You joked a bit and wondered if it was okay.

"Yeah, I've come here a few times. With my dad before I took over the business. Anything you need, on me."

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink, and then the rest of the hour was getting to know one another. He got to know you better than when you were first interviewed, but now that he was relaxed, Tom got to know you better than the side he aggressively showed in the office.

He had been meaning to sit down with you for a long time, wondering if there was any chance he would, but he thought about his reputation too much. He knew it could be a mood-killer sometimes, but there was a lot to hold yet being with you right there made him forget all of that.

There was an unspoken tension at the table and neither of you two wanted to address it... but there was still enough time in the weekend.

♡ ♡ ♡

That night, you weren't sure how to feel. You wondered if there was actually anything you felt romantically toward Tom. You paced the room a few times and ended up staring into the night sky through your deck.

Once you tried to focus on the silence of the room, you could hear the muffled TV noises coming through the wall that shared your rooms. You took a few deep breaths as you approach the door, talking yourself through this in your head.

You knocked, "May I come in?"

"Yeah!" Tom shouted.

When you entered his room, the beginning of the movie Charade starring Audrey Hepburn was on, oddly fitting with the location you were staying at. Tom walked from the bathroom, his tie loosen and his shoes off. He seemed more relaxed than you did, but he probably wasn't wondering what was coming of this in your mind.

"Hi... I uh, I just heard the TV and thought I would um... I uh, come over." You said, knowing how awkward and childish it sounded.

"Yeah, just an old movie. I was practicing my speech for tomorrow's conference." He said, gently pulling off his cuff links.

You hummed, standing there and your knees suddenly felt weak.

Tom took a second look at you, "Is everything okay?"

Butterflies swarmed inside your stomach, fuzzy feelings exploding and all you could do was slowly walk over to him. He sensed what move you could make, but Tom stood tall and strong, able to easily do it.

"Y/N, look at me." He softly commanded.

Your eyes met, and all you could hear was the TV in the background and the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Just as you took a step closer, he placed his hand on your soft cheek. Soon, your lips met in the middle for a spontaneous kiss that tasted heavenly.

As your tongue pressed against his, practically melting at how soft his was, his firm hands began to unbutton your top before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this okay?" He practically whispered.

You hummed, "Yes. Yes, keep going."

Just like that, he contiuned pulling apart the buttons one by one as your noses brushed against one another's and you could barely take the tension.

Once you undid the last button, you let your shirt fall near your feet. Standing there in your silk white bra and skirt, you slowly pushed him toward the bed until he sat down. His eyes trailed your body as you stood only a few feet away and your hands met the back of your skirt.

He watched you slowly peel down the zipper, the fabric pulling from your body before it fell to the ground as well. Tom's mouth gapped a bit, seeing your stockings were attached to a white garter belt and the matching lacey, white panties beneath them.

Tom was loss for words, the dim lights not doing any justice for your body. He leaned up as you walked toward him, and his hands immediately met your hips. He slowly pressed his lips against your lower abdomen, giving you butterlies as he continued to tease.

As you watched him carefully place his wet kisses, your hand met his soft curls and carded through them each time he got lower. He used his teeth to pull at the top of your panties, letting the fabric lightly slap your skin.

"You look like an angel, you know that?" He muttered.

You wanted to nod, but he ran his hand up your inner thigh before meeting your clothed slit. He smirked as he massaged the wet spot on the center of your panties. Your swollen clit ached, trying not to let your knees get weak as you still stood infront of him.

Your hands met his shoulders, and your fingernails lightly grazed his freckled skin. He kept moving his two fingers ever so slowly as he left a small love bite on your hip.

"I bet you want me to fuck you senseless, yes?" He groaned, "Until you can't even say words... just my name."

A small moan left your throat as he switched to his thumb rubbing on your clit. You gulped, wanting him to pull them off already but instead he brought you down to your knees.

"Not before you prove to me you're a good girl who deserves to be fucked so good." Tom nodded, holding his eye contact with you.

At first you wanted to pout, but you also wanted to show him that you were no force to be reckon with either. He thought he had the control and you were going to change that.

"Yes, sir." You trailed, giving a new meaning to the respect addressing he always told you not to use.

After unbuckling his belt, you threw it to the side before unzipping his pants. His cock pressed against his briefs, bigger than you expected. You tossed his pants along with his belt before your hand moved against his hard that stayed below the soft fabric.

Your fingers pulled each side of the band of his briefs, watching his cock spring up and all felt was your face feeling hot. He carefully watched your hand perfectly grip his base, pumping his hard slowly as your tongue ran over his red tip.

"Fucking christ, fuck." He groaned, using his weight to push up on his elbows as he laid back on the bed.

He expected you to be fast, but the slowness of your pace was killing him. Your hand moved up and down, your spit lubricating his base and your mouth wrapped around his tip.

"Don't fucking tease me all night, darling." He lowly growled, his hand moving through your hair to keep it from your face. He wanted to watch every second of his cock in your sweet mouth.

As your hands pushed against both his thighs, you felt his cock grow harder as his tip pressed against the back of your throat. You couldn't see Tom, but heard his moans he was obviously trying to hold back.

"No teeth, darling. Open your mouth wider... fucking. Yeah, fucking feels good." He practically panted.

Before he felt himself on the edge, you pulled away and all he could hear was his own heart beating. He didn't question fast enough, and you were already on your feet before straddling him.

"You had your fun, now you're gonna show me why you deserve to fuck me." You giggled, half-smiling then pressed your lips against his. He liked this side of you.

Tom rolled the two of you over, the cool sheets against your back. He parted your legs as he trailed wet kisses over your bra, down your stomach then over your panties. You tilted your head watching him unclip your stockings from your belt, then pulling your panties to the side.

He propped your left leg over his shoulder before placing a kiss on your clit, so swollen and wet. His tongue perfect stoked below your clit and right above your slit, just the place to make your whole body squirm. Tom continued to flick his tongue right at your sweet spot, holding down your hips as they tried to move.

A trail of quiet moans left your lips, completely in awe of how he took his time. Just as your stomach turned, his two fingers slipped inside you. They curled and moved slowly as his tongue worked your clit.

You could cum right there, letting him watch your whole body wither but you wanted to play the long game too. Your grip moved to his curls, tugging so hard the move you tried to hold back your orgasm.

"Oh... oh, I wanna..." Your voice strained, ending up biting your lip.

Tom smirked before leaving wet kisses up your slit and then further up toward your hips until wrapping his lips around your right nipple.

You leaned up on your elbows, smiling to yourself before he kissed you again, "I wanna be in control now." You whispered.

The two of you switched positions again, straddling him as he leaned his back against the headboard the of bed. You slowly wrapped your arms back around him, pecking faint kisses up his neck before meeting your noses again.

Your one hand guided his tip to your slit, rubbing it against the wet entrance before sinking down on his lap. His low, rough grunt was against your lips, but all you could do was smirk.

"I bet you want me to move now on your cock. I can feel it stretching out my tight hole." You whispered once more.

He didn't think such a dirty sentence could come from those lips.

"God, you feel fucking amazing, you tease." He said, his fingers pushing into your hips.

"I don't want you to cum until I say..." You kissed him, "Think you can do that, sir?" You teased.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head but he was completely putty. You fixed your posture to make your back straight, then start moving your hips. His head falls, pressing his forehead against your shoulder.

Tom tried to refrain from moving, bucking his hips a few times. You tried to take control by kissing him and make sure he's distracted, but there was no stopping his wanting to turn the two of you over and have his own control back.

"Don't be shy, tell me if you're gonna cum." You whimpered, also feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.

"God, yes. I'm gonna cum." He grunted between your kiss.

You sped up the pace of your hips, hearing the slapping of your skin fill the room. You gasp and whine, "Don't cum yet."

But, he was so eager.

"Not yet... not yet." You trailed as you felt near your edge. You wanted him to wait until you were right there too.

By this point, he didn't want to move his hips, afraid of letting go since he was holding back. Your nails dug across his back, your clit incredibly swollen and your wetness trailing down your inner thighs.

"Fucking cum now, God!" You announced in a whiny tone.

Tom pushed down your hips, and his cock bottomed out inside you. Your voices were shaky and hoarse by the time you came back down from your highs.

Your head fell against his shoulder, both of your bodies settling as you huffed to catch your breaths. You slowly rolled off of him and lay next to him in his bed. Quickly, he pulled the covers over you two and leaned on his side to look at your tired self.

"Think we can go for round two in say..." He checked his watch, "Ten minutes?" Tom joked.

You smirked, "Make it five and I promise I'll have you screaming louder than me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Not for me, sir."

[notjennyfromtheblocked]

okay so since Anne found the post and is making posts on a sideblog you're gonna find out anyway and I'd rather you find out from me than her because I know it's going to be worse if I don't so

Yes, I lied. Okay? I lied. As far as I know she's never done anything abusive and as far as I know she's never cheated. I really, really wanted her to be abusive and to cheat and I was hoping she was because maybe if she were then I'd be able to have a chance. Yes he never said he was T4T it was just something I liked to believe because it was easier for me to accept when he said I wasn't his type then came out as trans that he was wink nudging me like "hey this is why you're not my type" because its easier to think he wasn't interested in cis people than just not interested in me. Even though he was flirting with Anne before she came out as bigender. And tbh I was really devastated when he would push me away when I would grab his thigh but not push her away when she would wrap her arm around his. Even when he gave me this speech about how overstepping boundaries is how you find out other's boundaries sometimes, so when someone tells you don't touch my thigh you're not a bad person unless you KEEP touching their thigh I knew, I knew exactly what he was talking about but I just. Convinced myself he wasn't talking about me, just saying something theoretical.

And yes I absolutely on purpose wrote the AITA so that it said to check the TLDR because I was hoping people would just kinda. Either skip or scroll. Through the AITA and vote NTA or JAH or maybe even ESH and then I'd see that and could convince myself that people genuinely believed that and I'd get some sort of satisfaction out of it. And yes I know I know that I've been digging myself deeper and I know I've come off transphobic and it's because I was being transphobic. But it was just such a nice idea to have, that she/he was faking and the villain and I could catch her/him at it and then he'd thank me and decide to be with me after all. It was nice to think that the only reason he was with her is because they were both trans together and that it was impossible for an introvert to ever be with an extrovert and it was based solely on the trans thing because then if she WAS faking then I could be the hero, right? I don't even know if that makes sense. But when everyone ditched me I knew, I'm sorry I lied and I'm sorry I've pretended I didn't know that's what I was doing.

And then I thought if I could get this online somewhere and get people uninvolved and objective to agree that Anne was the bad guy then it woild be Out In the World as "official" that sje was abusive and bad for him. It's like when you hit someone's car in a parking lot and so you post on Facebook about how people need to look at their blind spots before backing put of a parking spot even though nobody was actually in the car, because if it's on Facebook that someone backed into you then people will see the post. So even if i had a restraining order and they didn't talk to me then online it wpuld be stated that she was in the wrong and that I could go through my life saying "see, they all know she's bad for him and thst I would've been good for him" and then maybe someone close to Anne wpuld see the post and see how everyone voted NTA (thst I wasn't the asshole) and tell them to break up, and that if they saw people online unequivocally vote her as the asshole they'd reconsider.

And yes I know there's nothing wrong wirh being an extrovert or an introvert. Honestly I don't even know why I brought thst up. It's just thst Mike and I often liked a lot of the same past times and I guess I put more importance on that than I should've. And I shouldn't have blasted thr fact shebwas a virgin all over the internet or the fact she made out wirh people years ago. Thst was private business and I shouldn't have said thst. And I shouldn't have forced her hand into telling strangers she likes topping or thst shebhas a packer in order to prove her transness.

It shouldn't have taken loterally hundreds maybe even a thousand asks ans people reblogging my posts for me to do this. Honestly I think I knew i was wrong before I even made this blog. I think I kind of hoped that AITA had deleted thr ask because it took so long to get answered. I thought writing terfs dni on my posts woild prevent them from messaging me because I knew that they would see me as a possible recruit based on what I was saying. I didn't want them to contact me but they have. I just thought if I could never ever see a terf agree with me that I could continue pretending that I wasn't being transphobic.

And since she's making posts I worry that she might tell everyone a couple things about me that honestly I do deserve but I just want to get it out there now: before I met her I got a crush on one of my teachers in high school. When he quit to move to another city I was devastated. I was 15 and I thought i was in love. So a month or so after he left o told my friends that he ans I had been having an affair. I didn't think it wpuld go anywhere else but one of them told the principal. The teacher nearly got fired for this, and even though I admitted the truth to the cops because the last thing I wanted was him to get in actual trouble, he ended up having to start over at a whole new school after only teaching at that other school on the new city for a month. At my school rumors spread that he and I actually did have an affair and I just backtracked because he threatened me or something but honestly that wasn't the case. I told her about this a few months before she came out as trans and she was obviously disappointed and disgusted in me and didn't speak to me for awhile and even told me to wait until she contacted me fordt befire tslking again. Another thing is that one time Mike pushed me really hard when we were all at his house because I put my hands in his hoody pocket and said "hey handsome" when we were in his kitchen alone even though he told me two times before not to do that. I did run out saying that a man should never hit a woman to all his friends in the living room and Anne immediately stood between me and him to protect me but he explained what happened and when Anne asked me if it was true, if i really had put my hands in his pockets again and said hey handsome, I shook my head at first then started crying and nodded and said it was true. They didn't speak to me for a VERY long time, honestly they told me several times after that i was on thin ice. I told them I had been drinking and maybe they still believe me but I am going to tell the truth now: I was sober.

I don't know how else to explain this and honestly just writing this out has made me realize what this looks like and that this is wrong and I need help, which Anne and Mike both have told me multiple times over and over very politely and I just never listened but I've never written anything out like this before so I've ever had to actually see it before, bur I genuinely thought that everything I did was like romantic. That if it were a movie or a book it wpuld be artistic and romantic. That Anne would be the bitchy narcissistic girlfriend that I discover is a horrible cheating abusive person and once I showed everyone the evidence Mike would leave her for me, and that if I got enough people to believe that's what really happened and that Mike was duped and tricked by her into cutting me out then even if I knew that it isn't what happened deep down I could convince myself that's what happened. Just like I've convinced myself we were still friends even though everyone had been slowly cutting me out little by little and the only reason we ever were friends is because I kept finding reasons to invite myself into things.

If she's reading this, I really, really am sorry, and I'm going to try and get some help. I dont know how else to tell you and especially Mike how sorry I am without breaching the restraining order. I've known for awhile I've fucked up, I think I even knew as I was doing this it was wrong, and I don't know why I kept digging my heels in even more. I'm just so sorry.

[aqours]

ok i REAAAAAALLY need to make a dedicated sideblog for this shit now i realize bc this game is gonna fucking fully get me dragged into this discourse so i'm gonna make an active effort to stop putting these on main, but i can't see myself saying more beyond this in general but ANYWAAAAYS

so i recently made this post about the cognitive dissonance regarding this game and people using fucking CALL OF DUTY a game that is more or less a recruitment drive to make the US military look cool and try to get kids to join up and that GTA's wanted system is actually NOT rewarding you or something to try to play a dick measuring contest with coffin but this interaction really interested me and i wanna talk about it bc i just blocked them after they refused to answer the last question but this is a very specific kind of gaslighting tactic i'm very familiar with from my own days as an anti

i think p much all of us who are used to engaging with this discourse are used to like y'know, being called awful horrible disgusting things. this is not the first time some fucking weird random person came onto my content asking me if i was a kid didler or wanted to fuck my brother. ain't gonna be anywhere near the last time either folks, but i and Lord God knows that's not the case so i don't care what a rando on the internet says but here's the thing: you can't "win" this, but they want to win it. no matter what you say you are the absolute worst kind of dreg of society that should be shot behind a barn and no amount of anything would work. if i actually pulled a list of sourced all that would have happened was they would've doubled down on calling me an inc*s*ious p*d* that I would be willing to use articles probably written by "people like me." because YOU don't care about "winning" this argument, you just wanna get the facts out on your end. it's a catch-22 folks, nothing you say will get you out of it!

i started by calling them a karen, they immediately escalated the living FUCK out of it and tried to trap me in this catch-22 to keep feeling morally superior to me. me saying i don't have such desires and never will isn't enough because i like this game. nothing but me renouncing it will change it.

but here's the thing about antis- they fucking HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE it when you turn it on them. look at the difference. look at the difference between they were the one throwing the catch-22 at me vs. the other way around. what about you? you just came onto my post to harass me, so i'll say it back. how about you? are you just accusing me of these horrible things because you are projecting your thoughts on me? you told me to get a therapist: so maybe you're the one that needs help if so!

violent video games must encourage violence, riiiiight? and you support it because it's violent. Game of Thrones had in*e*t in it so everyone who likes it also is the same. and Demon Slayer, where the pfp is from is violent, so you support it. the main protag's little sister also gets a superpowered form where she gets physically older and a tits out kinda look. so clearly YOU want to see your sister in the same way, right?

and it went as expected. you can see the tone going from smug jerking off with a shit-eating grin to just annoyed while smelling their own farts like it's a rose. and the moment i started doing the same uh i got NO fucking answers and they stormed off. i waited half an hour for a response before blocking them

so why am i typing up this walltext? because i used to be an anti. i fucking guarantee you i would've called everyone who liked this game [insert horrible things] like 7-9 years ago. so let me tell you, you know what pisses off antis more than anything? more than ANYTHING? turning this catch-22 bullshit on them. this is the only way you can end this miserable conversation without blocking them.

it's all one-sided bullshit and the moment you turn it on an anti it IMMEDIATLY shuts it down. this fucker KNEW the answer and you know it. so i wanted to share that, if you ever struggle with this shit: well the best thing you can do is block them and to give a fuck about winning their imaginary argument, but this is the only way to make the headache end otherwise. just throw the catch-22 right back and that's the end. thanks for reading!

[butterflymarks]

stats / plots / muse

heyyy i'm gonna be real, this intro got chunky. BUT! that's bc i badly want to start writing and i had a lot of Ideas. i'm duha (xe/xem/xir), presenting my goth rat kiyeon with the ability fearsight. 🎈 under the cut, i hopefully explain what the hell his deal is. like this post if you'd like me to reach out for plots (d*sc*rd preferred im scared of getting sb'ed again)! i listed ideas at the end, but i'm also down to just start writing and go with chemistry if preferred. i AM crazed enough to write u a random starter if that's the vibe. ps. my other muse eunjae (aka the Cooler moon twin) is @999kintsugi, but she's on a sideblog, so i won't be able to follow back there unfortunately.

kiyeon, '98

it/its/he/him/his. you'll see me use them interchangeably but feel free to use Any pronouns for him on ur end yipeee

fearsight is the ability to induce potent feelings of fear, hysteria, panic, etc through psychological visions of the target's deepest fears. wherever applicable, their minds may project that fear onto kiyeon and they'll see him as a personification of their fears.

butterfly marks (minor passive "ability"): his skin is naturally covered in moving whorls of black, ink-like markings. they shift and gather into various shapes and patterns influenced by his moods or when he's using his ability, tending towards symmetric or radial patterns, sometimes resembling the patterns of a butterfly's wings.

???: he can't see his own reflection anymore. if he does try to look at himself, there's just Something else looking back. he's afraid of it.

his therapist says it's an extension of his main ability that has been stunted. in greater evolutions of fearsight, the metahuman could actually take the physical form of someone's fear.

isn't that something great to look forward to, The Therapist says, you'll grow into something More, but kiyeon just wants to know when he's going to grow into a skin that's bearable to live in at all ?

his fearsight is persistent & triggered by visible eye contact. it can work on other ppl through clear reflections, so he hasn't made meaningful contact with anyone in years tbh.

quiet, nervous, jumpy. probably looks scary bc of his markings but you might have heard him crying in the garden last night.

the journey so far:

lived with his older sister for a while, until he decided to leave about 2 years ago bc he felt guilty about burdening her.

uhhh fell into the serpents' circle shortly after, aka a petty villain group. was inadvertently "taken in" by them (see: he was too scared to leave), and now he's their part time publicity stunt kidnapping victim and part time videographer when they need "organic social media footage" of the crimes they're committing. they're trying to make it to the big leagues.

kiyeon is just there because one of them is apparently making him "a cure" for his eyes. it's been years since that promise now, but. you know. (see again: he is too scared to leave)

finally sought actual help and got into silver line 8 months ago. the research team thinks his markings are fascinating, they keep monitoring him and telling him to contact them if he ever feels "physical turmoil." like girl what??

(they're waiting for his power to evolve to allow him to actually physically transform)

(cw: themes of body dysmorphia) has a lot of feelings about his body and feeling distinctly grotesque and horrific. when you spent ur whole life getting ignored or being looked at in literal horror, how is ur sense of self & image supposed to survive unscathed. :|

anyway he's on a tenuous streak of stability atm. he even got a job at the animal shelter!! he's been substituting company with the animals for human connection because animals aren't affected by his eyes at least.

really a bit pathetic i won't lie. fucked up street cat rizz, if u will.

some connection / thread ideas:

here are some more Formal connections i'm looking for, let's figure smth out

a roommate...!!

he pokes around the places you're not supposed to. someone try to get into the 13th floor with him and then deal with the consequences.

i plan for his fearsight to evolve over time and become something more of a nightmare form, his true potential....wherein his body really does start to take on little characteristics of people's fears, humanoid or not. i think he has a long way to go to full transformations, but any muses who would like to encounter him on that path are welcome to hehe. just please know he'll probably have a breakdown on them afterwards. maybe your muse would be in the middle of one too (because kiyeon scared the daylights out of them yk) but that's a-ok! i love writing encounters where everything's a mess, so let's make them cry together 💢

someone he accidentally beamed with his fearsight before. now they're terrified of him, and he accidentally inherited some of their fears/phobias

he goes to group therapy sessions bc his therapist thinks it's good for him to have Human Contact, but mostly he's just quiet and never looks at anyone. maybe your muse is there too and they just start getting through their shit side by side ?

someone go to the movies with him. he loooves scary movies, he loves watching characters getting tormented by horrors and being like omg me too!!

eden is full of crazy powers so let's throw them in something crazy together !!? i crave high stakes threads

does anyone else feel less-than-human. does anyone else go out on walks in the middle of the night bc they feel like it's the only time they're "allowed" to be out (aka they can't endanger anyone). does anyone else want to be a little less alone on those walks.

fellow serpents 🐍 all kinds of dynamics. i'm thinking the serpents just basically try to cause unrest and chaos; maybe one time, your muse is supposed to be part of the incitement and kiyeon's supposed to get it all on camera .... except it goes wayward, and the others ditch them to throw them under the bus, so now they have to get away from the aeternals :\

anyone who's in that other villain group using the laundromat as a cover. maybe they're rivals with the serpents hehe ? or they cross paths in the villain business ?

be his first resident complaint

thank u for reading this far :people_hugging:

[hegoeshardasfuck]

you can't fight it (you can't breathe)

wordcount: 4.8K

tags: F/M/M, workplace sex, friends with benefits, biting, subtopping, mild femdom, blowjobs, intercrural, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, kissing, aftercare

synopsis: "So," Pearl begins, "Making out." / "Still up for it?" Etho tacked on. / Tango laughs, the sudden rush of anxiety and excitement hitting him full force. He nods, "Yeah."

authors note: happy birthday @h3xt0r i heavily debated posting this over to my sideblog, but, fuck it we ball amiright? hope the people enjoy and hey consider checkin' the Ao3 if ya do

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55489852

"I don't think we're getting the mail bags today," Etho said with a sigh.

"They'll show up, I'm sure of it," Pearl answered with.

Tango gave a long hum, "Then where's Grian? He said he'd do pick ups for us so we could hang out."

That gave Pearl some pause, "Then we get the day off?"

"We should still stick around, in case he actually does the pick ups for us," Etho said, he lounged against a box. Splaying himself across the cardboard surface nonchalantly, his tails laid limp as he rolled onto his stomach, chin rested on crossed arms.

"There's nothing to do," Pearl whined as she slid down to the ground.

Tango joined her on the ground, "We could make out."

There's a long pause. Etho leans over the cardboard box to stare at Tango with a tilted head, Pearl just gives him this weird look and her pupils slit.

"Who said that?" Tango quickly tries to recover with as he inches away from the both of them. He gives this nervous laugh, "I didn't say that."

"You wanna make out?" Pearl asked, an inquisitive but somewhat condescending edge to her voice.

"You wanna make out with her instead of me?" Etho questioned.

Oh no.

They were supposed to laugh that remark off and go 'ew, no way man!' and move on like it didn't happen.

Not whatever it is they're doing now.

Are they...

"Are you flirting with me?" Tango asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Etho asked, propping himself up a little bit more.

Pearl nodded, "We're flirting back."

Oh god they're flirting back.

Tango hopes that they don't recognize the way that his skin heats up and the thick tuft of fur on his tail bristles as he goes rigid. They stare at him like he's some sort of bug, inspecting him, taking in every little detail they can that isn't stuck underneath that postmans outfit. He clears his throat, "I didn't think that would happen."

And Etho has the guts to laugh, "What? You didn't think we'd notice your staring?"

"It's pretty damn obvious, why do you think Etho asked for short-shorts with his uniform?" Pearl asked.

"I thought that the short-shorts were a sizing mistake," Tango got out weakly.

Etho slides down from his perch to sit on the other side of Tango, "No, no. They were entirely on purpose." He leans in close and there's this low vibratory tone under his voice, the closest his species can get too a purr.

The heat emanating off of Tango is nearly caustic, he's probably sweating through his uniform right now. He can hear his tail thump on the ground, and then Pearl grabs it. He yips as she sifts through the tuft of fur.

"So," Pearl begins, "Making out."

"Still up for it?" Etho tacked on.

Tango laughs, the sudden rush of anxiety and excitement hitting him full force. Oh god. This is really real. This is actually happening, he's gonna get fucked by Pearl and Etho, or at least make out with them. He nods, "Yeah."

No more words need to be spoken because as fast as Tango spoke Pearl was already on top of him, keeping him pinned against the box and nipping at his lips. Etho let his hands deftly run across the blaze's skin, undoing the buttons one by one from the bottom. His abdomen, the base of his ribs, his chest, his collarbones, slowly but surely more and more of his skin exposed. It gave Pearl more of his skin to touch as she trailed down from his mouth to his throat to his collarbones, meeting Etho in the middle and brushing kisses across his knuckles.

Tango is pretty sure this is heaven, he comes to that conclusion when he feels the too sharp to be human nails that belong to Pearl drag down his torso, arching into the touch. Etho's tails swish back and forth as he comes into a kiss with Tango, claws digging into the cardboard of the box. The blaze whimpers, talons digging into the cold concrete below them, his hips buck as Pearl traces over his thighs.

The jean fabric presses against his skin as she runs her fingers down his legs and presses in on the underside of his knees. He goes lax, body heat still rising but less sporadically. When Etho pulls back he's wincing, just a bit.

"Burned my tongue." He sticks out his tongue as he speaks.

Tango's arousal falters, "Fuck."

Etho brings a hand to rest under Tango's chin, "It's fine, I've been fucked worse."

"Can confirm," Pearl chimed in with, a smug smirk was on her face. She laid herself heavy across Tango's legs the heat almost made her melt, metaphorically and literally. Her semblance of humanity dripping away when she let her head rest on Tango's abdomen. His skin was rough and almost scaled due to his descent.

The kitsune lets a tail brush across the back of her neck and she shivers, "Brag about it later."

Pearl giggles, running her claws back up the outer edge of Tango's calves. When she reaches his knees she switches to the inner thigh and he nearly moans, legs spreading as she traces higher. "Tango, how long have you wanted us for?" Her words are low and murmured against his skin. She presses the back of her thumb under the button of his pants and waits for a response, she'll hold out.

He stays silent, raising a hand to cover his mouth to stifle his pathetic little sounds.

Etho raises his hand to pluck away each individual finger. Tango doesn't really resist as Etho stares at him, crimson eye boring holes into him as Pearl taps along the skin just above his waistband. "Tango, how long?"

Tango whimpers, "A couple weeks."

Pearl pops the button on his pants and Tango bucks his hips into the touch she retracts.

"Months, it's been months," Tango tries to recover with.

Etho leans back from Tango as he pushes the shirt further open but doesn't touch skin.

"A year! It's been a year," Tango confessed, reaching for Etho's hands and trying to urge Pearl to just touch him by staring at her, "Please..."

Pearl spans her hands across Tango's thighs, running her fingers along the waistband and grabbing his ass. His eyes widen in shock, and Pearl smirks when he gives her this flabbergasted look. She urges his hips up and he follows suit so she can tug down his pants, but she leave his boxers on.

He whimpers but before he can watch her trace his heated skin and tease the edges of fabric, Etho is tugging off his shirt again. Claws drag across skin as the white fabric comes apart and exposes near scaled skin. Tango tries to grasp Etho's arms, tries to do something to return the favor, but he just can't.

Etho won't let him, and neither will Pearl. She's cold, her hands, her breath, and most importantly her mouth. It counteracts his heat comfortably and leaves him moaning these stuttering gasps as Etho removes himself from the frame just enough for Tango to see it. Just enough for him to watch through lidded eyes as Pearl goes down on him. Her hair blocks a good chunk of it, but he can feel the chase of chill from her lips and her fingers across his hip and his waist.

He gives choked sounds, hand raising to stifle them and Etho let's him. He just watches as Tango tries not to yowl and keen and whimper in spite of the conflicting anatomies between him and Pearl. Fire and water. Lava and snow. Charcoal and ice. They're opposites really, Pearl runs so low it could give a human a cold, Tango runs so high it could burn human flesh.

Etho rests between them in that matter, but in the current matter he rests with his hands on Tango's shoulders. One arm wrapped around his friends neck as they watch Pearl run a hand through her hair to clear her face so she can look at them. Saliva and pre stain her lips, her smile is slanted. "Isn't she pretty, Tango?"

Tango nodded.

"Speechless already?" Etho asked, words low and just quiet enough that Pearl can't quite make sense of it. He retracts a hand to tug down his mask to pool at his collarbones. He nips at Tango's jawline.

"N-No," Tango barely manages, voice breaking into a moan as Pearl clawed into his flesh. "Fuck..." She drags her nails back down to his thighs.

Etho gives a hum against Tango's throat, "She can deep throat, ya know."

Tango's breath catches and his nails scratch against concrete flooring. "She can?"

Etho nodded, mischief clear in the way he held himself. He drummed his fingers along Tango's shoulders, cheshire grin on his face. "She can, go on, hold her down."

Tango hesitates, his fingers twitch.

"She won't mind at all," Etho purrs.

And with that Tango cards his fingers through Pearls hair and holds her down. She nearly chokes, but instead she moans. Claws dragging across her scalp and yanking her back up again. She smiles up at Tango and her humanity has faded out more, skin turning a multitude of cyan shades. "You're really hot, Tango. I'm melting."

He chokes on a pleasured noise that makes Etho laugh just a bit. The kitsune trails a hand down Tango's arm, tapping along where the veins rest till he drops down to touch his waist instead. Comfortably tracing across the contours of flesh, "Just let her do her thing man."

Tango let's go of Pearls hair.

"Naw, she likes it when someone takes control," Etho supplies, listening to the confused sound Tango makes before he grips Pearl's hair again. He watches as Tango forces Pearl to deep throat him, it's almost enlightening. Their poor little Tango, he's clearly never had a chance like this before.

Pearl leads for the most part, even with Tango holding onto her and yanking her hair. He doesn't know what he's doing, and he's close, he's so close. If the heat he gives off is anything to go by at least, she wonders if her ice cold temperatures add or detract from the experience.

"I hope you aren't too worn out after this," Etho said, just loud enough for both of them to hear, "I want in on some of this action."

Tango nods and he lurches a bit when Pearl drags a fang up his cock. Unprecedented and almost uncomfortable, but it shocks him enough to give a breathy moan.

"Are you close, Tango?" Etho whispered.

"'M close." Tango's voice is quiet and somewhat strained, fear of being caught clawing into him. He doesn't want anyone to know about this aside from Gem and Etho, his friends. More than friends? Maybe.

Pearl goes slow until he bucks against her mouth, then she picks up. Still driving herself to the base each time as his weak commands instruct. She hums and lolls out her tongue when Tango's grip weakens enough for to raise her head. He chokes on restraint and when she deftly goes down on him once

more, cold saliva and tongue jolting his systems, he let's go.

A sharp inciting of 'fuck!' as his claws dig against the concrete. Pearl holds it in her mouth like a good girl, she waits patiently for Tango's shuddering to slow before sitting up a bit. Her hands rest on the outside of Tango's thighs and she's leaning so close to him, only a few inches between their faces.

Etho is the one who reaches out to her lips and urges her to open her mouth. She does as silently instructed and Tango swears he could faint. He was not ready to see his cum in Pearl's mouth, and the eagerness she holds. The kitsune grins, "See? She knows what she's doing, bud." His fingers still rest upon her lips, slick with spit and cum alike. He dips them down to trace along her sharp teeth.

She sticks out her tongue and Etho uses two fingers to swipe some of it off, Tango just watches, thoroughly shook. Here are his friends, sharing his cum, right in front of him. He's too shook to say anything as he watches Etho lick his fingers clean and Pearl swallow it before licking her lips. "I've had some practice," Pearl said with a smirk on her face.

"You've had sex together?" Tango croaks out.

"Yeah," Etho said.

"Of course we have," Pearl answered with.

Tango feels his heart drop into the pit of his stomach and sizzle in the acid, "Oh."

Pearl slides herself off to the side and Etho takes her place, hands on either side of Tango's head. When he doesn't look at Etho, the fox detracts his claws to tear into the cardboard and Tango snaps his attention to Etho. The fox drags a hand over to trace Tango's jawline, "That's why we set this up, cause you're too scared to ask us."

"Can ya blame me?" Tango answered with nervously as Etho's touch trailed him further from the cardboard box. A planned motion really, just enough space for Pearl to slip in behind the blaze.

Her breath is icy along Tango's neck and he shudders, posture straightening. She rests her hands along his pants to pull them further down, "We can't, but we coulda been doing this a long time ago if you did."

"We could've?" Tango asked gingerly.

Etho nodded, "We should've."

The kitsunes hands guide Tango's to rest upon his shorts and the blaze traces across the hemming and prods at the expanse of Etho's thighs that are left uncovered. Too much for a colder climate, not enough for Tango to revel in and lust for. His claws fumble the zipper but Etho let's his friend mess up once before doing it properly. Tango watches ravenously as the shorts come off, so does Pearl even though she's seen it before.

Her own hands still nudge down Tango's pants, just enough for her to grip his hips and some of his thigh and his ass. He shudders when she does so, "Ready for round two?" It's an odd question considering they can all see that Tango's ready for round two, he could go for three if he wanted.

He nods as she slides her hands along his waist and the small of his back and his tail. He'a eager to grab hold of Etho when he drops back down, but before contact can be made he's yelping. Icy chills shoot up his spine and he just knows that Pearl is smirking with claws digging into his thigh and finger brushing comfortably across his insides.

Etho is too as he sits down, knees on either side of Tango's legs. He has this dumb grin on his face and Tango wants to fuck him until he can't speak but he knows that this is not the time for that. The kitsune hesitates to speak, "Would you rather fuck my thighs or my ass?" His ears quirk to the side as he speaks.

Tango's body heat flares and the tuft of fur on his tail puffs, oh god what a choice. To choose between fucking Etho in the ass, his shockingly toned ass that compliments the dip of his waist which he almost always covers up. Or to fuck his thighs with shorts that ride up when he walks and shows off the comfortable amount of give between the tight squeeze of fabric and flesh. The blaze swallows thickly before speaking again, "T-Thighs."

"Guess I'll be popping your proverbial cherry then," Pearl boldly declared before trying to splay her legs off to the side so Etho wouldn't be stuck at an awkward angle. She still had to keep Tango somewhat elevated though, she still wanted him stimulated from the front and the back.

"You really think that he hasn't stuck stuff up his ass before, Pearl?" Etho asked, "You really think that he didn't fuck himself thinking of us?"

"Did you?" Pearl asked, watching as Etho rested his thighs on either side of Tango's cock. Watching as Tango's hands twitched in an attempt to not claw open Etho.

"No," Tango tried to defend himself with, a whimper quick to rise when Etho lifted himself just enough for a motion that would soon be smooth.

"Don't try lying to us," Etho chided as Tango bucked against his thighs, only to give pathetic little sounds when he met Pearl's hand on the drop.

Pearl let's her fangs graze across Tango's throat and his breath hitches, "Really, Tango, we won't get mad at you."

"I have," He manages to get out quietly.

"That wasn't so hard was it now," Etho teased gently, he didn't want to shatter Tango. In all honesty he wanted to be the one to be shattered, he wonders if Pearl will help get him to that point. He hopes so at the very least.

Tango whimpers.

His body is on fire he thinks, he didn't think that Etho's thighs would be plush, he didn't think that Pearl would be good at fingering. She's bisexual, whose he kidding, of course she'd be good at fingering. He still shudders and shakes with every teasing brisk so fucking close to his prostate.

She keeps grinning, gripping his thigh and his hip and clawing into him to leave agitated red trails but not actually hurt him. Grazing her teeth along his skin and nipping at his shoulders where the shirt has fallen down. Etho keeps rocking himself, sparks of stimuli shooting through his form but it's not quite enough to have him begging for anything. Not yet, Pearl keeps herself as the devil on Tango's shoulder as his hands finally come to rest upon Etho's legs.

The blaze's tail is thumping on the ground like a dogs, he's panting a bit. Hot and heavy and gripping Etho's hip and waist like a lifeline as the kitsune gives pleased chittery sounds. The hand on Tango's hip digs in too deep and then there's trace amounts of blood on Pearl's nails. Tango moans at the sharp sting and then shudders when Pearl drags the partially bloody hand down his arm and Etho stares and licks his lips.

Tango goes still soon enough, friction and heat and ice and pleasure sparking across his skin all at once. He ruts absently as Pearl fingerfucks him and Etho scours desperately for a pleasure he'll never gain from his thighs being fucked. Pearl can see it clear on his face, Tango can not.

"Call him a good boy," Pearl urged softly, and the featherlight seduction on her voice made Tango shiver, "Do it."

Tango swallows thickly before doing as told, "Good boy...?" He sounds like he's asking a question but the ragged moan it rouses from Etho gives him too much power. It sends a hot flash of something down his spine and Pearl can tell in the way his grip on Etho tightens.

"Don't be afraid to get vulgar," Pearl murmured gently before biting down on Tango's neck, her fangs barely breaking the tough skin. She still bit and nipped heavily at his throat and his exposed skin, clawing up his front and scissoring her fingers slowly.

"Tango…" Etho whimpered, voice wanton and whiny. He can catch this smirk on Pearl's face but it doesn't quite register entirely because he's starting to melt. Not to the literal extent that she is, but he feels so fucking hot. Especially his thighs, burning so hot it's almost uncomfortable.

"Such a good boy," Tango praised quietly, "Letting me fuck your thighs-!" He breaks into a yip when Pearl adds an ungodly amount of pressure to his prostate. His breath stutters and shakes.

"Etho, be a good boy and let Tango actually fuck you," Pearl instructs and there's a conflict inside of the kitsune's head, "If that's what he wants at least, not like he'll be the first to have a go at it."

"No, stay put," Tango stated, a slight edge of dominance to his shaky voice and Etho did as told.

Pearl clawed deeper into Tango's hip and he yipped, "You're close aren't you, Tango?"

He shakes his head.

She nips his throat and flicks the back of her claw across his prostate, his body jolts. She gives a breathy sigh, "If you say so."

Etho's whimpering is loud and needy and desperate and he's being ignored. It grates against him, he needs attention and he needs it now. He comes to a full halt and tries to catch his breath. He lurches when Tango's hand drifts from his hip to his inner thigh to scratch gently at slick and agitated skin. "Ha, aha, fuck," Etho speaks raggedly, trying to keep his tone close to understandable.

He rocks his hips and Tango groans as the slick of his pre and the remnants of Pearl's spit allow Etho to glide. He slumps forward and he's choking back weak cries of pleasure, Pearl raises a hand to claw into his back. They're all so close, all pressed flush against each other. Tango never wants this to end, neither does Pearl, Etho wants to stay just like this for years.

"I love you guys," Pearl says quietly, an embarrassed element to her tone betraying the fact she's pressing hard against Tango's prostate and clawing desperately into Etho's back.

Etho gives a sound of some sort to return the sentiment, tails flicking lazily with pleasure. His hands grasp blindly to latch onto her, finding reprieve against Tango's waist and somewhere along her arm.

Tango gives a stuttering hum of approval, "Love you too."

And as fast as the moment came it's fading into pleasure once more because Etho bears down on the crux of Tango's throat and shoulder while tearing into micro cuts Pearl left behind. She yanks her fingers out and uses them to tug his tail instead and there's underlining tremor of pleasure under the light pain. It sends him over the edge with a low yowling sound and his body shakes and flares with heat that's a little bit uncomfortable to his non-nether companions.

Etho still craves, he still needs it, and Pearl answers with a finesse that shows she's done it more time's than she count. All it takes is the softest murmur against his ear, so quiet Tango can barely pick it up, and one single pass and he yips and screams. High pitched and loud enough that it nearly hurts and once he can speak again he apologizes for it.

They sit there for a while, a pile of limbs and bodies and the aftershock of pleasure. Pearl's breathing is the closest to even, sure, all she got to do was run the show but she still felt as satiated as Etho. And their poor little Tango, his tail swipes back and forth across the floor and she's sure that he looks utterly fucked out. Etho's fangs still rest sunken within his throat like a vampire, saliva gathering as he tries to catch his breath. When he pulls back he laps at the wound to clean it of blood, he just furthered the lighter hickeys Pearl had left behind. She litters the expanse of bruising skin with kisses when Etho retreats the rest of the way.

His thighs are glistening and his shirt is stained, he smudges it away with shaking and clawed hands. The agitated marks on his skin are still red and stinging. Pearl retreats from behind Tango to find herself at Etho's side and kissing icy relief up his legs. He gives pleasant sighs as she does so, he wonders how long it is till it'll be safe to go for a dip and wash up without people seeing them. Not that he doesn't mind people seeing him, he's more worried about Tango and Pearl.

When she's done with Etho she does the same to Tango and it stings when she does so because he's burning up. Each individual press of lips to sensitive and scratched flesh makes him jolt with the temperature shift. His nails claw into the ground below them and he's bordering on discomfort with the additional touch. But he lets it happen.

"Pearl…" He whimpers out quietly, her cold hand under a knee as she kisses along the bloody patch of his hip.

"Yes, Tango?" Pearl answered with quietly, voice muffle against his skin.

He doesn't give an answer, just leans against the cardboard box a bit more. When she lifts up her head she lays back across Etho's shins, ankles crossed over Tango's. He swallowed thickly, "Can we do this again?"

Etho nods, "Sounds good to me bud." His breath is still short and he's very clearly winded, but he gives a dazed grin as he speaks.

"Anytime," Pearl chimed in with.

"Grian's not coming with pick ups is he?" Tango asked, opening his eyes just enough to catch his friends reactions.

"It was all a ruse," Pearl declared, "If we didn't set something up you never would've gotten to have your soul sucked out of your dick my yours truly."

"Or get to fuck my thighs," Etho tacks on giving a satisfied and mildly animal sound.

"So is this gonna be a thing then?" Tango asked, "Us three in a relationship?"

Etho cringes at the word 'relationship' because he likes what they have now, he much prefers it over going on dates at least. That'd ruin the dynamic, it makes his stomach twist a little bit, "Not in a relationship."

"It ruins the fun if we're in a relationship," Pearl said calmly, "I doubt blaze's mate for life anyways."

That gives Tango pause, "They do, but I don't."

"So let's just be friends with benefits," Etho said, a certain firmness to his tone that betrays how wrecked he feels.

"That has a nice ring to it," Pearl said.

"Yeah, I can get behind that," Tango said, "Now what?"

Pearl shrugged, "I'd say lets go wash off, but its still broad daylight."

Etho brought a hand to card through her hair, "We could keep talking, talking is nice."

Tango gave a hum of agreement, "Yeah, talkings nice."

-/-/-/-

The water is cold against their skin and the moon skitters across the splashes they kick up. It was meant to be a quick cleanup because they'd wasted the entire day lounging and basking in the afterglow, but Pearl started it. One little comment and one little splash and now they've been in the water for an hour, even she's feeling the chill.

The bank is sandy and full of gravel, but the feeling of water up to their waists as the sit with hitched knees is therapeutic. Tango's still reeling, Etho rests heavily on him, and Pearl is explaining constellations and stars to them. It's a peaceful break, it's something they didn't really think that they needed, but they did anyways. A nice break of calm in the chaos that's persisted for so long.

A silence washes over them, nothing sounding off except for gentle waves lapping at the bank and the bugs chittering. Torchlight from the cliff edge refracts off of the water and it lights up Etho's eyes complementary to the way the moon lights up Pearl's. Tango wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them in close, his body heat muted but still a welcome reprieve from the chill of the water.

"Man, I love you two." It's a confession with a weight that nobody wants to hold onto in a rudimentary manner, even if reciprocated. He sighs a bit after he speaks even though he's gotten everything he's wanted.

Pearl giggles a bit, "Love you too, idiot." The teasing edge to her tone heavily outweighs any seriousness. Not like she meant it in a 'lets go on dates and get married' way in the first place, she didn't want that with either of them.

"Yeah, me too," Etho said with a hum under his voice, he didn't mean it in the same way they did. He didn't care much either because they'll make it happen because Pearl is similar to him and he doubts that Tango cares.

When the chill of the water becomes unbearable Etho stands up first, shaking himself down like he's a dog. Tango sputters and tries to shield himself, but he follows suite in leaving the water and towelling off with his pants. Pearl leaves last and shakes herself down, she wouldn't be shocked if flecks of herself came off with the water.

She slings an arm around Etho whose still buttoning up a clean shirt, and slings the other arm around Tango. The motion gains a startled yip from Etho and a grin from Tango. They lean on each other for support as the make their way back up to the post office with zero intentions to sleep in their own bases.

"We'll make it work."

[kraro-school-life]

❅₊⁺⋆ 12. 2. 24 ✦ 📓 ✦ Monday ⋆⁺₊❅

I am in the mood to write a lot, so below will be a diary entry of sorts

I am not doing the daily checklist routine I set for myself. I don´t know why I keep trying to do things other ways. I am again and again being reminded that some things just don´t work for me. I am not a morning person nor am I able to do too many things in a day. But what I can do - is hyperfocus on one thing for a full day. So I changed the plan to doing one "habit" a day but just 'more', yk?

It's frustrating that I can't do my dream routines I see on the internet, but I just have to write it out to realize how dumb this sounds. "On the internet" - bruh. I guess I just have to stick with the way that works for me. It might not be the one I imagined, but seriously, who cares? It was nice trying out a new time management method, but I'm just gonna stick with the hyperfocusing :)

Sometimes you just have to do a 180 and leave all your plans behind and do something completely different. It's sad, but oh well.

Anyway, I had the urge to make a painting I had in the back of my mind for a long time. I went to pick up some canvases at the art store but ended up using one I already had at home lmao. Well, and then I painted the rest of the day. I just sprayed it down with a spray varnish to dry overnight.

There's layers to the painting. It's very personal. And if there's one thing I love it's giving my art meaning, down to the color choices. Maybe I should do an art sideblog?? It would be so fun, I think I will.

Also, I am typing this feeling like the "lawyer does his work lying on bed like schoolgirl" meme. Just like btw.

You can't convince me sharing this much on the internet in normal behaviour. It still feels so weird to me to actually post things, I can't wrap my head around the fact that if they wanted to - anyone could see this. It's out there now, forever. But it's my silly little corner of the internet so I guess it's alright.

I really need to go to sleep lol. If someone was actually bored enough to read all of this - Have a great day/night !! ~ ♦️

[bomberqueen17]

streak broken!

I had been doing all right on accumulating a 30-day streak of pokestop spins but then i came back to the farm where i spend most of my summers, and there's no pokestop within a walkable distance (there's one about a kilometer away but it's on a busy highway with no shoulder, so there's no way to get there except by car or risking death) . so I spent three days without spinning a pokestop, and while walking a lot, so i hatched a ton of eggs and didn't want to open gifts because then all my egg slots would fill up with 7km eggs and i already have all those dudes who hatch from those. so i sort of eked along on whatever i'd had in my item bag that whole time.

helpfully, a family dinner completely overran the whole weekly spotlight hour so i didn't even open the app, so i didn't spend a bunch of pokeballs catching whatever was on special this week. see, very economical.

anyway i worked a long day yesterday and then spent the evening doing yet more physical labor for funsies (moving construction equipment that's blocking my ability to live in the cabin where i live on the farm) so as a special indulgence i went out late in the evening and got a milkshake and spun every pokestop i could reach. na ha!

i also caught some of the weirdo new shit that's spawning this new season, so that was fun.

if i level up half a level more, i can submit the community garden here as a pokestop. we'll see if i can manage that. (A friend was going to, but then didn't, and hasn't, so. Who knows if they ever will. It might get rejected anyway but we won't know until we try.)

They've announced a new concept called Routes, which they explicitly wanted to make rural-player-friendly. And I'm hesitant about how it's going to work. It won't help me, because I need there to be a Pokestop. And I think the idea is, it would give you spawns and things and make the game more playable, but like. Out here Pokestops are so few and far between that most of them are pretty heavily-trafficked if they're actually reachable by other people, and so if you can make it all the way to a stop, then there are gonna be tons of spawns around that stop because it's the only thing for miles. The post office down the street, there's a gym in the soccer field next to it that isn't accessible a lot of the time because that parking lot is full of, you know, people there for the soccer tournaments, but if you pull into the post office minimall parking lot, which is also directly across the street from the local high school, there are a zillion spawns that turn up instantly because that is the only fucking place anybody can get to. Making a Route out of that seems like. Redundant, because genuinely there are so many spawns in that parking lot that if you pull in you could stay there indefinitely just catching those.

Anyway we'll see. A Route isn't gonna help me when I don't have a Pokestop I can get to. I have given up on ever using Daily Incense out here because the nice pleasant loop I can walk, which is lovely in the evenings, will spawn me maybe three critters the whole time, and nothing interesting. I did like five nights in a row where I caught, y'know, a yungoos, a bidoof, a starly, in my fifteen-minute walk, and then I gave up on doing it because I got so many mosquito bites and also my job here is physically demanding enough that I don't need more physical exercise in my free time too.

oops i was gonna post this on my pokemon go sideblog but like hey why not. hi. i'm alive. i was gonna post something *else* here, but now i don't have time lol.

[fwhimmy-week]

i was gonna ask this in messages but tumblr absolutely nuked my sideblogs messaging tab AS i was sending them??? idk ANYWAY

well first of all- how do you get people interested? i was thinking of making an interest check form but have never made one before and was wondering what questions to put on it

oh rip your messaging tab. that sucks.

as for getting people interested: my form of interest check was a poll i did on my main (since i don't mind having people know what events/accounts i run.) it only had four options, all of them pretty general [link here!]

i had two yes's, participant and non-participant, to get an idea of how many people would actually make something, so that's a good thing to put on the form! obviously if the event your running is for a lesser known ship/duo/character, there's gonna be more no's and maybe's then definite yes's, but don't let that discourage you. I even had to tell myself "don't get caught up on the numbers, focus on the fun. focus on if I WANT to do this, not how much attention it will get." before making this event!

Another good question would maybe be the timing of the event? Especially now that we're in the latter months of the year. (Summer break is ending for any American still in school, the holiday season is getting closer, etc etc.) A lot of things are either gonna be giving people more time and other things giving them less time. This was probably a question i should've asked myself, in all honesty. Do try to make it happen at a time that's both good for you AND others. Don't be afraid to delay or push the event back a week, either. Life often gets pretty unpredictable

You could also ask for inputs on theme! Especially if your like me and suck at this stuff. Or you could be like fwhimmyweek #1, and just have daily themes based off the character(s) themselves.

I would also asks what type of art is most likely to be created, assuming you allow multiple types. Bigger events (think treebark week) are more likely to get more varied stuff (writing, stimboards, webweavings, etc) while smaller events like this one may only get art and a few fanfictions here and there

I would also leave an open response question, for any ideas or suggestions people have!

Actually getting people interested is the hard part. All i can say is promote the hell out of it, on here, in any discord server you can, with friends if you can too; but sometimes that only gets you so far. I saw an increase in followers and mentions of this event when it actually got going. (And it was, a little amusing to be honest, seeing mcytblrsource and other accounts in my reblogs post-event.) Sometimes just running it once will be what gets more attention.

(if you don't know what mcytblrsource is: they keep track of fandom events. i'm not sure what tags they check, but it's probably somewhere on their blog. Or they might allow asks. Getting them to see it, sooner or later, and tagging with #mcyt event could also work in your favor)

also! promotional images leading up to it! post your full event pfp and header, if they're both original pieces. my promo posts for the week before the event helped a little, and the header art is like the most popular post on this blog. so they both definitely did something.

that's all i can think of right now, hope it helps!

[di-diwata]

the nerves thing is so true! i've been writing fanfiction for around 3 years myself but most of the time i never even get around to posting it. but the thing you said about the feeling never really going away actually kinda struck me because like yeah everyone feels nervous but you can still push through!!

i'm actually considering making a sideblog for posts about the outcasts smp now. i'll let you know the url once i make it if you want :)

i really like myles and wenzo too! the lengths they go to to get at each other are hilarious and the shenanigans are so fun to watch <3

i absolutely love all the stuff with meep!! him and clyde are so iconic lmao and tazoh is really awesome! i think one of his videos (the one where he restores spawn) was the reason why i started watching the smp in the first place actually! astelina is also amazing btww i was so sad when i heard she isn't gonna be in season 2 :( but i respect the creators' decisions and i'll still continue to watch her content that isnt related to the outcasts because she's really fun!

cheif's echocraft stuff is great! i honestly can't get enough of the video where he steals everyone's shoes haha (i've shown it to like 3 people and watched it with them but somehow it still hasn't gotten old) but you should definitely check out his outcasts stuff!! i think it's all pretty cool :D

Writing fan fiction and never publishing it is great! But yeah, the nerves arn't good. I've found that publishing my fics and stuff on anon help with the nerves a little. You can publish it but no one can connect it back to you! but yeah, sometimes you just have to push through it and hope for the best.

Awesome! If you do end up making it then i'd love to have the URL. I can never have too much Outcasts smp on my dash.

The shenanigans Myles and Wenzo get up to are very fun; its a constant game of one upping each other to see who can do the craziest thing. Those two are my go-to if i need a good laugh.

Tazoh and his dedication to Meep is awesome! It's the whole world against him sometimes yet he never gives up! Honestly i think Meep might be one of my favourite minecraft pets ever.

Astelina is fantastic! It was one of her videos that got me into outcasts in the first place.

I hadn't know she was leaving D: when did the announce that? either way, like you said, respect the creators decisions. Hope she enjoys whatever project she decides to do next.

Echocraft is one of my favourite smps (easily in my top five), and Cheif's shoe video is just a blast! Honestly all his videos are great, but that one has a special sense of absurdity to it. I also really like his video where he finds Branzy's donkey (although i can't remember if that was Echocraft or not..).

I've been meaning to get round to watch his Outcasts! However my interests have been lying else where recently and I just havn't got the chance to. It's definitely in my watch list though! All his videos are fun so I'm excited to see what he's been up to.

[lamonnaie]

thanks for the tag @sollucets i loved reading ur answers !!! 🫶🫶 i've been a little ia lately + busy with irl things but i'm slowly trying to work through the backlog of tag games 😅

1. why did you choose your url?

it's from the french words "la monnaie," which basically means small change. i found the word amusing when i first learnt it a while ago and i've been using it as a username practically everywhere ever since :]

2. any sideblogs? name them and why you have them

technically no? i set up the ao3 feed for the dangerous romance tag on a sideblog pretty much just for my own convenience, but that doesn't rlly count lol

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

i've been lurking on tumblr since ~2015, when you could actually use the website pretty functionally even without an account, but i only made this account in 2020.

4. do you have a queue tag?

i do! it's just "q" (although it's empty right now because i haven't been on much 😩😩)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

i finally made a tumblr account after 5 yrs of lurking because of this one niche movie that had somewhat of a fandom on here and i wanted to interact lol

6. why did you choose your icon?

because fairy lights !! they're pretty :))

(i use this icon everywhere as well as my url, i think i've only ever changed it once on here)

7. why did you choose your header?

i had to go back and check my blog because i genuinely didn't remember what my header was 😭😭 but it's just a cute gif off of google that i picked coz i liked it :)

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

apparently this post about akkayan and raysand??? guess that answers the shitposts question as well LMAO

9. how many mutuals do you have?

quite a few !! is there any way of actually finding out the number? i have no clue, but if someone follows me i tend to check out their blog and if we have similar interests i'll follow back :] that being said, probably around 30-ish who i've actually interacted with beyond mutual liking and rbing hehe

10. how many followers do you have?

382!

11. how many people do you follow?

486 - definitely need to do a clean out tho because i follow a lot of random blogs from interests long gone by

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

yes lol

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

it depends honestly, sometimes several times a day for several hours (😭), other times i'll go a day or two without opening it <//3

14. have you had a fight/argument with another blog?

nah, if i don't agree with something i'll just unfollow and/or block

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

very unnecessary, i get that there's good intention behind it but it's honestly just annoying to see and will actively make me not reblog it 😭 (or at the very least i'll go back and rb a version without the addition)

16. do you like tag games?

HELL YEAH, i love yapping about things 🥰🥰

17. do you like ask games?

yesss they're so much fun !!!! (that being said, my askbox is so wonky that it never saves my posts as i'm writing and then it'll randomly crash and i just the ask altogether????)

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

hmm i have no concept of tumblr famousness but just looking through my moots there's quite a few who i feel are pretty well known???

that being said, gonna give a shoutout to dee @distant-screaming who is the most famous person ever to me because i love love love their fics so much 😭😭😭 like have i ever fully watched nlmg? nope. do i still constantly go back and read her palmnueng fics? absolutely.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no i wouldn't say so :) i admire a lot of people on here and i love all my mutuals <33 (but in a platonic way hehe)

20. tags?

i feel like people have done this already (so no pressure + pls tag me in ur post if u've already done it !!) but tagging @dramalets @distant-screaming @winnysatang @hellswolfie @blackstar-gazer <33

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REWIND & CHROMEDOME

okay well i feel like this ones obvious. but it's because it's true to me i love these two. i think their dynamic is so interesting what if we decided to not end it all for the sake of each other.. but there's this strange thing happening where they know each other but not as well as before, because they're different versions of the person they knew. i'd love to go more in depth about how that shift effects them, and how they adjust and end up loving each other still but somewhat differently due to circumstance. their dynamic is so interesting i could ramble on about it but for the sake of this post i will not. as for plots i diverge a bit as for how they end up, instead him him getting stuck in his alt mode, he's working on expanding his archive to earth and other colonies connecting to cybertron! fun stuff. i'd love to write just about anything with them honestly.

TAILGATE & MEGATRON

I think these two are really funny based off the premise that Tailgate sorta missed the whole war and pretty much everything Megatron did. If I remember the time where he was before getting knocked out I think he missed everything actually. Which is really funny to me, because while Tailgate very much understands why other people are wary, he sort of... doesn't personally get it. There's a disconnect there. This is a stranger to him who he's only heard has done bad things. Obviously he gets to hear more and more about stuff he did, and see Megatron talk about it directly, all that stuff, but I feel like it's a really interesting aspect of their dynamic to discover. As seen by everything with Cyclonus at first, he's very hard to properly shake or make properly regard you as unreachable. So I think it'd be really fun and interesting to see how that plays out with these two.

okay and now i'm gonna hit you with a quick list of other ones i'd be interested in with maybe a few bullet points but nothing in depth. TAILGATE & RATCHET , because while I haven't read MTMTE in a HOT minute, I remember them having a fun friendship! WHIRL & WHEELJACK because, I don't trust myself to actually WRITE whirl until i reread the older comics and mtmte, i feel like there's history there or at the very least a very fun dynamic to be had. BUMBLEBEE & TAILGATE for the vibes I feel this in my soul. and if you'll let me cheat for a second and bring up sideblogs, i feel like this is obvious, STARSCREAM & MEGATRON. I have a MTMTE / LL verse for her, and I think it'd be super interesting to see how they'd cope with dealing with each other after the war. I have a hard time putting my thoughts into words here, but the war is lost, and I think it'd be interesting to see them navigate around each other with new circumstances. Lot of complexities to sort out between each other, trying to avoid falling back into old toxic cycles where they bring out the worst of each other. I have too many thoughts that'd make this post longer than it is, but if you'd ever wanna brainstorm something there just lmk and I'd love to discuss :]! Both for like these ideas for them and just in general cause I wanna make sure we can handshake and I don't wanna step on your toes at all ever. last but not least if i can cheat and mention a sideblog of YOURS, KNOCKOUT & STARSCREAM eaugayagah i LOVE their dynamic so bad SO BAD i think they're so interesting. I know yours is a mix, and I find that inch resting as well and would love to see how that blends together!