#and trying to make sure i have anything that could be useful lol

[littlegrapejuice]

Too Vanilla | FC43

Pairing: Franco Colapinto x Reader

Summary: Franco is very open about his past sex life - maybe a bit too much for you, which eventually makes you insecure.

Author's Note: this is super short but i got the inspo after seeing a small extract of franco on the nude project (i then proceeded to watch the entire thing even tho i barely speak spanish lol) and yeah, I'll say more in the end notes lol but iykyk😭

F1 MASTERLIST🏎

“You’re quiet tonight”, Franco pointed out. “More than usual.”

Shit, was the only word now echoing in your mind. You didn’t think you had been that quiet. Franco and you were having a peaceful night in, cuddling in bed while watching some stupid show whose laughing track was way funnier than the actual jokes.

“Just enjoying the time with you, that’s all.”

Franco knew better. He knew from the way his arms were around you, your hands on your lap and not holding his like you usually did. He knew from the way your body wasn’t entirely relaxed against his.

He just knew you.

“I kinda wanna call bullshit on that, I know you’re lying. Or at least hiding something,” he clarified.

“And what would I be hiding?”

“I don’t know”, he admitted.

And that was it. You both stayed silent for several minutes after the exchange. But now that it was out there, you could feel Franco’s eyes on you. And with the way that he was now holding one of your hands in his, his thumb gently stroking your skin? It was just a matter of time before you were spilling whatever secret you were hiding. Which you did, when you felt him hugging you a bit tighter from where he was sitting behind you.

“It’s about the videos”, you eventually blurted out.

“The videos?” Franco repeated.

“That one video where you did the put a finger down thing”, you explained. “And the most recent podcast.”

“What about those?” He asked, slightly straightening up, before muting the TV.

“Well, you talked about having had sex in a car before, and the podcast…”

“Did I say something wrong in the podcast?”

“It’s not something you said, it’s just how I felt about it.”

“Okay.” Franco nodded, still a bit confused. “Please communicate with me, how did that make you feel?”

“You were talking about pre-race sex somehow helping with your performance, because it was like– relaxing. You also mentioned that having sex on the first date was more than fine for you... And then, I got insecure about it.”

“You got insecure because I’ve been whoring around?” There were certainly better ways to form the question, but at least Franco was trying his best. “You know it all happened before we got together, yeah? I haven’t done that in a while.”

“And that’s the issue!” You exclaimed as you shifted a bit away from him, your side profile now facing him.

“What? You’re saying you’d want me to do those things again?” Safe to say, he was lost. “I'm not sure I get it, what’s the real issue regarding us?”

“The sex, Franco!” You had raised your voice a bit, immediately regretting it. You moved again to sit cross-legged, now actually facing him. “Or more like the lack of it.”

“And that’s the issue because…?” He encouraged you to keep going, still not getting your point.

“Because I’m not having sex with you?” You tried to make him understand. “Because I will probably never have sex with you? Because everything between us is just too vanilla – even more than a middle schoolers’ relationship?”

You expected any reaction from Franco, literally anything. Except him laughing. But that’s what he was doing right now. He had just bursted out laughing.

But you weren’t laughing, far from it. You were just looking at him, widened eyes at his reaction.

“Oh my… oh God…” Franco did his best to calm down, slowly breathing in and out to stop laughing. “Since when is the lack of sex in our relationship an issue? You never brought this up before.”

“I mean, we did talk about it when we got together.”

“But still, I thought we were on the same wavelength? Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?”

“It’s not like– important…”

“Kinda seems like it is”, Franco interrupted.

“Okay, maybe it is. But it’s just that– like– yes, we had agreed that it wasn’t necessary between us… but just watching the podcast and seeing you talk about it, seeing people comment on it–”

“Fuck the comments.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be paying attention to them…” You admitted. “But I just got in my head, and then I started overthinking…”

“And you thought that us not having sex had become a problem for me? Without asking me what my actual opinion was?”

“Bingo,” you confirmed with a dry laugh.

The silence settled once again between the two of you, but it wasn’t as heavy as earlier. Franco took your hands in his, squeezing them in reassurance.

“How much of the podcast did you watch?” He eventually asked.

“The segment of you talking about pre-race sex, obviously.” You rolled your eyes at him as your voice was full of sarcasm. "And the sex-on-the-first-date moment.

“But did you watch what I said after?”

“Yeah, a bit.” You tried to recall how long the extract had been. “The whole thing wasn’t entirely subbed so I didn’t actually watch everything but–”

“So you remember what I talked about after that?” Franco waited for you to nod before he continued. “About the difficulty of creating real bonds with people, finding a connection, something that matters… That’s you”, he claimed. “You’re the person with who I share an actual bond. The person who I know is here for me, who loves me, and who I love back. What’s between us is precious, something I wanna cherish and care for until you’ll stop having me.”

“I’ll never stop, though.” You tried to avoid Franco’s gaze, ashamed of having doubted his feelings.

“Well, I hope so.” Franco squeezed your hands once again, before he let go of them to cup your face and wipe your cheeks. “You shouldn’t be crying because of me.”

“Bro”, you said with a deadpan tone. “You’re out there declaring your love for me and I’m not supposed to cry?”

“When you say it like that…”

He laughed. But this time, you enjoyed hearing it. And it made you laugh too.

The situation shouldn’t have been a laughing matter – not for most people – but still, you were laughing together. Then, Franco leaned in, his hands still on your cheeks. You leaned towards him as well, and he closed the space between you to kiss you.

For every insecurity you would ever have, Franco would be there to appease them. And for every dumb insecurity like this one, Franco would just have to remind you that the ‘vanilla’ relationship between the two of you was worth so much more than any pre-race sex he could ever have. And maybe he would also remind you that despite not having sex, the make out sessions between you two were sometimes far from being vanilla.

..........

Ok so this one's a bit more personal than others (not counting that one logan fic in which i poured my heart lol)

Ik there's this franco persona we all see as being the epitome of no pr training bc bro is sharing loads of private stuff - and it ain't even that deep tbh like he's just a guy🎀 (btw i did watch the entire pod which was super interesting bc i didn't know that much ab franco before f2 so i recommend!!)

But yeah, this one's for my ace girlies out there who, like me, might think that it's impossible to find love bc most people will expect sex in a relationship💜

This was just a short n' sweet fic that i thought went well w franco (who's the green flag we all need in our lives) - mostly written for my own mental health bc i needed some self love & reassurance🤍

Thanks for reading<3 I'll see you soon, take care of yourselves, i love y'all xx

[padawan-snack-packer]

[TW: Andor season 2 spoilers, mild jedi critique (but nothing "too anti-jedi"), I swear lol. Also this is a long post]

I’m going through the Andor tags and just wanted to throw in my two cents—

I’m seeing a lot of people saying things like “This is why the galaxy needs the Jedi!!” especially in response to what almost happened to Bix, and look, I get it. I understand the feeling. You see someone you love, a character who’s already been through hell, nearly suffer something unspeakable, and you want to believe there’s a big shining hero somewhere who could have stopped it. I get wanting that.

Desperately.

But honestly — and I say this with so much love — I think that’s missing the point of Andor.

Bix doesn’t need a Jedi.

She needs the Empire to fall.

Just like so many people in the galaxy.

The existence of Jedi wouldn’t have saved her. They never saved "everyone". That’s part of the tragedy of the galaxy long before the Empire ever rose. The Jedi were never a cure for systemic evil — they were a bandage, stretched thin and fraying, over a wound that was already hemorrhaging underneath.

They couldn’t be everywhere. They couldn’t protect everyone. They were never meant to be an army, or the galaxy’s emergency hotline, like some kind of cosmic 911 with lightsabers. They were an order of monks trying to hold back the tide with their bare hands.

And, yeah — I know. They did do good. They saved people. They fought for peace, they fought for justice, and they believed in something bigger than themselves. I'm not denying that. The galaxy would have been a lot worse off without the Jedi trying to shield it for as long as they could.

But, we also have to be honest: sometimes their actions made things worse. The Jedi got pulled into the Clone Wars — and in doing so, they unintentionally dragged neutral systems and innocent worlds into conflict. They became generals in a war they were never supposed to fight. They stood next to the Senate while it crumbled into corruption. And sometimes, trying to help, they made choices that played right into the hands of the people trying to tear everything down.

And that’s the heartbreak of it.

They were good — but they were never enough.

Because no single order, no group of "heroes," could be enough to fix a galaxy that was rotting from the inside.

Expecting the Jedi to fix everything is kind of like saying "the Avengers could fix anything."

Like—sure, you can punch a big threat in the face. You can stop an alien invasion or a rogue AI or a mad titan. But you can't punch poverty. You can't swing a lightsaber at systemic oppression. You can't duel your way out of generational inequality, or the slow grinding violence of a society built to serve a few at the expense of everyone else. You can't stop politicians selling people out for profit with a Force push. You can't heal a galaxy bleeding out under decades of neglect and cruelty just by being "brave" or "good".

The roots of the problem go too deep. They're built into the very foundations.

And the tragedy of the Jedi is that for all their power, for all their wisdom and discipline and sacrifice, they were still operating inside a system that was already collapsing. They were caretakers in a house with a rotting foundation. And sometimes, in trying to hold the walls up, they made the cracks worse.

And that's what Andor is showing us with brutal clarity:

No Jedi sweeping in with a lightsaber is going to save Bix.

No wise Master is going to show up to make the pain go away.

No ancient code can fix an empire built on exploitation and cruelty.

The people suffering under the Empire don’t need a mythical savior.

They need the Empire to fall.

They need justice that doesn’t rely on someone being "special enough" to wield a lightsaber.

They need change built by ordinary hands, stubborn hearts, and impossible choices.

Andor doesn't say "We needed heroes with powers." It says "We needed the people who were already bleeding to choose to stand up. And die. And fight. And win."

It says no outside savior is coming. No prophecy is going to unfold neatly in your favor. No chosen one is going to sweep in and fix the brokenness for you.

It's going to be you. And it's going to cost you everything you have. And you might not even live to see it change. But you fight anyway.

Because the galaxy won’t be saved by miracles.

It’ll be saved by people who refuse to stop hoping, even when hope looks like madness.

Andor isn't a story about how "we need the Jedi back". It's a story about how we need each other — even when it costs everything.

This isn’t me being anti-Jedi, or pro-Sith, or anything like that.

This is coming from someone who adores Jedi. Someone who loves The Clone Wars with their whole heart. Someone who has cried over Ahsoka’s heartbreak, over Anakin’s fall, over Obi-Wan carrying a war he never asked for on his back.

But Andor shows us a different part of the galaxy. It shows us a galaxy where people don’t have magic powers. Where people don’t have lightsabers to cut a clean path through corruption and cruelty. Where they don’t have ancient prophecies telling them they're destined to save the world. Where they don’t have Chosen Ones. Where they don’t have plot armor.

They have only themselves.

Only their grief.

Only their anger.

Only their aching, stubborn love for the people around them.

Only their desperate choice to stand up, to survive, to resist — even when it costs them everything.

And that’s what makes it hurt so much more. Because these aren’t superheroes or legendary warriors. These are ordinary people — bakers, mechanics, fishers, smugglers, orphans, parents, farmers, pilots, factory workers — staring down a machine so massive it barely notices they exist. And somehow, despite how small they are, despite how doomed it feels, they choose to fight anyway.

They choose to matter. That’s the heartbreak.

And that’s the point.

Saying “Well, a Jedi could have saved her” is — lovingly — missing what the show is trying to carve into us with every agonizing scene.

There is no cavalry coming here.

There is no one coming with a lightsaber to cut down your oppressors.

There is only you, and the people you trust, and the terrifying, beautiful decision to say no more even when the galaxy wants to crush you into dust.

Bix isn’t waiting for a Jedi.

Cassian isn’t waiting for a Jedi.

Brasso isn’t waiting for a Jedi.

Mon Mothma isn’t waiting for a Jedi.

None of them are waiting for a Jedi.

They are surviving in spite of their absence.

They are building rebellion from broken pieces, bloody hands, and stolen breaths.

And that’s what makes it powerful.

That’s what makes Andor hit so hard it feels like it rips you open.

It says: no one is coming to save you. So you save yourselves. And you save each other.

And maybe that’s how you light the fire.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hello hello and happy Wednesday!! I hope your week has been good and continues to get better! I’ve been reading through your ao3 page and was wondering if you have anything for “all your cracks I’ll paint gold”? It’s one of my favorites! If not then consider this a free space to write whatever you want! Sfw/nsfw I don’t mind either! What’s something that made you smile today? Mine was my dog being cute while I brushed her she does a BIG stretch everytime I get to her back legs!

It has been a long week? like I don't even know its just been one of those weeks. the only thing getting me through it is writing? so at least there is that ^_^ and Nightshade who ensures I get plenty of cuddles and exercise.

Say stopped a bakery and got me taro and red bean buns which was really sweet of them and made me smile! and Nightshade got so upset that I left him at home today that we had to sit together on the ground because he kept knocking us both off of furniture with upset zoomies... in my lap lol. that sounds adorable, I love stretchy-paws

i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

all your cracks I'll paint gold

Alec’s place in the shadowworld is no longer certain and he knows that, yet despite how he should feel adrift, he feels nothing but certainty. 

Alec belongs to Magnus, in a way beyond the ties of Alec’s once-oaths to the Clave or even his tether to Raziel.  If Alec has a place in the shadowworld, then it’s simply to be and exist at Magnus’ side.

Alec is more than a husband, a lover or even a consort to Magnus.

He is Magnus’ devotee and his adoration for Magnus is what now ties Alec to the lifeblood of this realm and the power that binds it together.

Still, there’s no actual name for what Alec is now, or the place that he currently fills in Magnus’ life.

In fact Alec is pretty sure that the only reason they’re not going with just ‘consort’ is because Magnus didn’t feel that it was elevated enough.  And considering it’s his magic and power and the demonic runes of his bloodline that keep Alec whole and hale, then Alec is fine with him creating a fancy title or whatever Magnus wants to do.

As long as Alec has veto powers.

Alec is not going to let Magnus get away with making a pun that they’ll both have to live with for the very long rest of their lives.  Alec is only just beginning to enjoy living again and looking forward to the future, he doesn’t want anything to threaten that.

Especially not Ragnor’s naming sense and Magnus’ love for puns.

Thankfully, it doesn’t seem like it will come down to Alec needing to use his veto. Magnus returns from whatever library he threw himself into four hours before and there is so much delight in his face that Alec knows whatever Magnus has picked will be what he accepts.

Even if it is something terrible or a pun.

How could he not? When Magnus looks so breathlessly happy and utterly thrilled.

—

Of course his Alexander is on the roof.

Magnus wonders why he even bothers to think otherwise or look elsewhere and summons a portal accordingly.  His feet feel as though he’s walking on the breeze.  The mood boosting him and buoying every step the closer he gets to his sweet Alexander.

It took a rather long time and Magnus had to go through the archives of what titles had been lost to time, left unused, could be recrafted or just what he could use that would be sure to give Alexander a place of honor.

A title to bear with the same pride — if not more — than he did his title of bloodied shadowhunter and runed Commander.

All doubt flees the moment he sees Alexander’s gaze.

It’s soft and indulgent and so loving that Magnus knows he’s won without even trying.  Perhaps it would be a sad victory for someone else, but the fact that Magnus has won what he wants simply by being so excited that Alexander won’t say no, it thrills him.

Who else has ever cared for something as simple as stoking Magnus’ excitement rather than dimming it?

Besides Catarina and Ragnor of course.

Magnus can hardly take time to breath, the need to hold and touch and feel Alexander beneath his palms and magic is suddenly too intense.

The runes that have been seared onto Alexander’s skin go soul-deep and Magnus can feel the mutual longing engulfing them as they finally meet again.

Even just a few hours seem endless when it takes Magnus from his boy’s side.

“Beloved— Magnus greets and Alec kisses him without hesitation or comment, just a soft delighted laughter and the press of dry, sun-warm lips to his own. “I have—” and then Magnus has nothing to say because Alexander’s arms are around him and Magnus has better things to think about.

Like how Alexander smells like moss and sunshine and the sap of his favorite tree and Magnus nuzzles against him, breathing deeply and just letting everything in and around him settle.

A few moments pass as they sway in place and then Alexander presses a gentle kiss to his jaw and nudges Magnus with his nose.

“You have?”

His voice is deep and teasing and Magnus would love to let himself drift in the sweetness of the moment but alas, duty calls.

“I have you, darling. My consort, my love, a devotee to my very soul and the unholy blood in my veins, my archon.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

burning spice cookie smut hcs + fem s/o ; 18+

requested by ; snail-noodle (04/10/24), anonymous (31/10/24), anonymous (10/02/25) & host sapphire (anon) (25/01/25)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; burning spice cookie

outline ; “could you possibly do some nsfw headcanons of burning spice cookie with a female reader?”

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“CAN WE GET SOME BURNING SPICE COOKIE NSFW HEADCANONS? Female gender reader! I am nineteen, lol. Thank youuuu! <3”

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“May i request something involving Burning Spice Cookie? Perhaps his favorite positions during intimacy or his kinks? Female reader if possible! (I am over 20 - just to clarify!)”

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“(I’m over 18+ 😊) I’ve been on a massive Burning Spice Cookie kick since I got back into playing Cookie Run.. Do you have any nsfw headcanons about being his submissive (g/n)?”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dominant!burning spice cookie, cock warming, overstimulation, dumbification, power play, pet play, collaring, public sex acts, marking kink, orgies, humiliation, pet name kink, dacryphilia/crying, sadism, cum eating, face sitting, orgasm denial, free use, temperature play, sensation play, and sensory deprivation

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

burning spice cookie is an uncompromisingly dominant person in the bedroom with a distinctly sadistic streak to him that you only truly get to glimpse when you’re being punished or when you convince him to engage in some actual rough play with you. sure, occasionally he may float the idea of letting you try to reverse the roles and earn his submission but the chances of you ever winning in a fight against him are so slim that the whole thing is more like an elaborate, messy, form of foreplay than anything else — one that usually ends in him fucking you into dumb, blissful submission whenever you give up and return to your rightful place beneath him

… though if you ever were to win he’s not going to walk back on his promises and he will let you take the lead as a reward for your determination and success. after all, as the former herald of change he does still have that desire to push you past your limits and help you explore and experience things you wouldn’t have necessarily looked into yourself (even if that desire is more of an unconscious instinct than a conscious thought these days…)

he adapts his style of dominance to your personal preferences as a submissive — e.g. leaning more into his sadistic tendencies if you’re an extreme masochist, becoming stricter and harsher with his punishments if you’re the type of brat that needs to have their submission earned, taking complete control and pretty much treating you like an object if you just need to be manhandled and fucked stupid for a change, etc. — but left to his own devices he’s mean, degrading, harsh, and also almost playful in how he treats you in the bedroom

burning spice cookie is extremely vocal in the bedroom and never seems to stop making noise no matter how hard you try and get him to shut up or to, at the very least, be a bit quieter. he moans and groans and slurps and grunts when he eats you out, making sure that you know exactly how much he’s enjoying his meal (if his bruising grip on your hip and refusal to let you move away until he’s had his fill wasn’t enough of a clue). he’ll make you ride his cock or his thigh and tease you for being so desperate and helpless, making you beg for him to touch you properly or to let you cum and only relenting when he gets the exact reaction he’s looking for: teary eyes, pouting lips, and his name spoken so brokenly that it’s like music to his ears. he’ll degrade you for being such a slut for him while he’s fucking you into the mattress from behind, calling you his cocksleeve in one breath before commenting on how you were made for him in the next. he’ll praise you for your perfect body and addictive taste and tell you how incredible it feels to be buried inside of you to the hilt, often times pulling away in the middle of fucking you with his dick or fingers or tongue to tell you how good you’re doing for him. oh and that’s not even mention the throaty groans and grunts that slip from his lips when he finally cums…

… so… yeah… he’s pretty vocal alright

doesn’t really call you any specific pet names in the bedroom, outside of whatever slips out of his mouth when he’s dirty talking you, but he is extremely receptive to you calling him things that emphasise his role as your dominant — bonus points if you call him ‘master’ or ‘my lord’ but he’s not super picky as long as the implication he wants is still present

very much so into humiliating you and emphasising the power dynamic between the two of you, and will frankly go as far as you let him in that regard: public sex, nudity, making you get off on his calf or even his shoe if he’s feeling especially mean, making you degrade yourself before he even considers touching you, etc. — if left unchecked he can get mean as hell, so be sure to clarify your personal boundaries with him before you even consider engaging in any sort of play like this together

he’s extremely possessive by nature and you’ll never leave his bedroom without at least a few new marks decorating your body (be that bite marks, bruises, scratches, cuts, or something else entirely), and the idea of permanently branding you as his is extremely appealing to him. but if you don’t want a permanent physical mark he’ll gladly settle for collaring you instead — and you’d best believe that the collar you’ll end up wearing is of the highest quality money can buy

(and, as a bonus point, if you’re also into pet play he’ll incorporate the collar into it as much as possible: leashing you up and taking you for walks, dragging you towards him or pushing your head down to clean up the messes you’ve made using a harsh grip on it, playing with the metallic sections of the collar when he’s in a more casually possessive mood, branding the collar with a term relating to whatever animal you regress into during scenes with him, etc.)

loves it when you get all dumb and limp and cockdrunk when he fucks you, and thinks it’s attractive as hell when you’re so far gone that all you can do is babble his name over and over again. this means that overstimulation is going to become a frequent part of your sex life with him… but, hey, at least you’ll never leave his bed unsatisfied

burning spice cookie is big into testing your limits in bed to keep things interesting, and one way that he goes about doing this is by employing various forms of sensory play: experimenting with heat and the cold, taking away and amplifying each of your senses in sequence, caressing and torturing you with items of varying textures, mixing pain with pleasure, messing with water and with wax, etc. — he loves keeping you on your toes and, even more so, he loves figuring out new ways to get you off

loves to make you cry and think you look hot as hell when you’re sobbing and babbling from overstimulation or desperation. bonus points if you wear mascara specifically so it can make even more of a mess when he makes you cry

he can be mean as hell and can easily edge you for hours at a time until he gets the result that he wants from you… or until he gets bored of denying you and decides to just finally start fucking you for a change of pace

loves it when you appeal to his ego by begging for him — be that his tongue, his voice, his hands, his cock, or any other part of his body — and he especially loves it when you’re visibly and audibly desperate for whatever you’re begging for… and extra bonus points if you sprinkle in some praise towards him and one of his favourite pet names too

as touched upon in previous points, burning spice cookie has no shame and no fear and thus no problem with having sex in public or semi public settings — he doesn’t care who he’s talking to, how powerful they may be or how vital to his cause they are, if he wants your mouth on his cock he’s going to ask you to blow him then and there without a second’s hesitation. and if you’d rather not do it in public he’ll either dismiss the other people present or just pick you up and carry you somewhere private so he can get what he wants

absolutely up for bringing more people into the bedroom if that’s what you’re into — just as long as everyone plays by his rules and you remember that, no matter who you fuck or suck or kiss, you’re still his lover and submissive and nothing is going to change that. he’ll even play around with other mortals himself just to stave of his boredom, but make no mistake his focus is always on you and he can/will put things on hold if he notices something he doesn’t like

big into free use, for both of you actually. he wants you to feel confident enough in yourself to not just ask for what you want from him, but to just take it whenever the need strikes you. he wants you to be shameless, blatant, and desperate enough for him to stop caring about anything other than your needs in the present moment because he finds the idea to be hot as fuck… and because he doesn’t want you to feel completely used in your relationship when he’s the only one taking advantage of the free use thing (he’s a beast, not a monster!)

burning spice cookie has a massive size kink and gets off on you struggling to take him to the hilt when you fuck. this ties in wonderfully to his dacryphilia and dumbification kinks, both of which were explored in previous points

can appreciate cockwarming under the right circumstances — i.e. when you’re falling asleep right after having sex with him — but otherwise he tends to get a bit antsy and impatient when he’s buried inside you to the hilt and unable to move, so the whole cockwarming thing ends up getting thrown out of the window pretty quickly

loves going down on you, maybe even more than he loves it when you go down on him — but only just. he loves everything about it from your taste, to the feeling of your slick and squirt covering his face and neck, the sounds you make as he ravishes you, the feeling of your body trembling under his hands and mouth, how reactive you are when he uses his teeth to tease you, and more — honestly he could easily spend a whole day between your thighs and never tire of the experience. bonus points if you’re sat on his face when he does this, and extra bonus points if you get so overstimulated that you end up squirting and going limp, but as long as he gets to taste you he isn’t especially picky about the specifics of it

will also eat you out after he’s finished inside of you, he does not care and in fact has developed quite a taste for the flavour of his spend mixed with your slick

[masoncantthinkofaname]

Hello, Mason!! 💛

(I'm so sorry in advance, this is really long).

To start, I rarely interact with shifttok or shiftblr in general, but you have been one of my favorite shifting-centered creators for several months now. I really look forward to every post you make, though I mostly see them on TikTok nowadays. But either way, they never fail to motivate me, especially the posts about your relationship with your husband and family.

It is just so comforting to see someone else who shifts alongside their partner (who is also not in this reality). That's what I do as well. Or at least that's what my ultimate goal is.

My own soulmate is someone who does not exist in this reality in any way, shape, or form, with the exception of the content I have created myself. (I'm trying very hard to avoid calling him an OC, cuz he's really not 💔). I have always felt like he wasn't just a love interest I "created" for myself since he entered my life, but that was before I knew channelling and other such things were possible. That was still in the early stages of my shifting journey, so I was figuring things out. (Over a year ago now, God time flies). But, now I know that he's the one that I was always meant to be with in the end.

I've been meaning to ask you, (though feel free to tell me if you've already talked about this), how you deal with separation here in this reality? Or any other realities where you're physically apart from your husband and your family?

It's been kicking my ass for months now. I miss my Angel more than words can express, I'm genuinely tearing up just writing all of this. I've technically never "successfully" fully shifted before, but I've had minishifts (some where I've felt or heard him). Despite this though, it feels like I've known him for a few lifetimes, which makes the physical separation 100x worse.

I usually comfort myself with art or writing, but I haven't been able to finish, (or even really start), any of my scripts lately because they just feel so empty? Like his parts are missing and my brain can't fill in the gaps. I feel like I'm in limbo, waiting to finally write these with him, cuz doing so without his input feels wrong. Not to mention I've had no time for proper art.

I have scripted a waiting room for us both, where we will shift together, and it has been my main destination for a few months now. He's there, waiting. That's where we'll physically meet for the first time. But the longer I'm emotionally attached to that place, and the more failed shifting attempts I have, the more the separation anxiety weighs on me. I know he is there and doing well, and the wait truly does not matter in the end. But my brain is so loud, and so restless, that I've just been feeling like a rat pacing in a cage of my own making recently, lol.

Like, sometimes, I genuinely catch myself caressing the air and pretending he is there like a crazy person. And when I focus hard enough, I can feel him, in my mind. Which also drives me absolutely mad.

I'm not sure when I will shift, but I know that the separation anxiety is not helping my chances of doing so soon. (I feel like it's putting unnecessary pressure on me, and making me very anxious during shifting attempts).

So I was wondering, how do you deal with it? Is that something you have to deal with at all? Or do you have any experience with similar emotions? Is there anything you do to feel more connected with your husband when you're physically apart? Like channelling, I assume.

(Also) On a side note, I have been wanting to channel my man directly so bad. But I saw some TikToks about that during the early stages of my shifting journey, and I can't get rid of this belief that if I do not have the right equipment (herbs, candles, charms, stuff like that), I will end up channeling harmful or trickster entities. I don't have the money to buy these, and I don't know how else I could protect myself, or if it is even needed at all? I know my partner's energy like the back of my hand, but I'm still inexperienced, and my mind is so foggy most days that I am too anxious to try it properly.

(Also also) Honestly, half of this ask is a sleep deprived ramble, feel free to skip it if it's too long, I promise I won't mind 😭 I drafted this before you shifted away/and back, I'll completely understand if you do not want to answer it 💖🫶🏻

First of all, there is no need to apologise, really. My responses aren't always the quickest, but I don't want anyone to feel anxious to ask for advice or reassurance, especially when you have been bottling it up!

I understand you, completely. The separation can be painful and seemingly infinitely long. You're not weird or abnormal for being affected by it.

I want to start off by letting you know channelling is nothing to be afraid of. It's natural. You have to remember you're in control, always. You don't need protection, you won't channel tricksters or bad entities. If you assume you'll be safe and only talk with your man, then that's what will happen! You can channel in so many different ways, ask for signs, send letters, he can visit your dreams, spend time around you. There are so many options to feel more connected and less alone.

I have a few established signs with my husband. Yellow flowers is one, especially sunflowers. Forget me nots, in general just hearts, and more! These are signs he has sent me so many times that it's easy to recognise them anywhere, and know it's him. You can simply just establish them with your man in a letter or through channelling, and it can help a lot with knowing he's there! Especially if you pick something that's not too uncommon for you to see, but also not something you come across daily.

Always remember that your time here is temporary, and about to be replaced with an eternity with him. No matter how painful it is, he's there, he's watching over you, and supporting you along the way. You're not alone and never will be. Remember that it will all be worth it. You're allowed to be sad about it, but try not to focus too much on the fact that you're not together yet. Instead see every interaction or minishift as motivation and an encouragement to keep going! You got this, before you know it you'll be together :)

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi, I’m writing a fantasy story with a Black lead and I wanted some advice. A lot of what I’ve been reading about writing Black characters has obviously been informed by real world history, but with this being set in a world with a completely different history, I would be interested in if you could point me towards further reading on handling that gap. The real world history will affect my audience’s view of the story, so I don’t just want to ignore it, but I don’t want to make my story’s history similar to reality, even if erasing the gap might make handling things easier. I don’t know how much sense this makes, but any perspective you could offer or anything you could point me towards with regards to Black characters in fantasy would be appreciated!

And for a less vague question, do you have any advice with naming characters? My initial plan with all the characters is to make up names for them rather than using real names, especially since real names are attached to real cultures and the cultures in my story don’t have specific real world analogues, but I’d love to hear other perspectives!

I’m planning to get sensitivity readers once my story is further along in the ‘being a real story’ process, but I did want some input from other people while it’s still in the stage of figuring out characters and worldbuilding and everything, as it’s easiest to make fundamental changes now if there’s something I should be considering. I hope your day’s going well and thank you for everything you’re doing with this blog!

It sounds like you already have your answers, fr 😅 like if you know that real world awareness is gonna affect how the audience perceives your Black characters, then write with that awareness. Maybe I'm not understanding your question, but... Like there's no getting around it lol just write. It doesn't have to be one to one with real world history, for said real world social dynamics to still apply outside of it (it's actually what I'm starting to realize was not quite understood in my poll series). Can you elaborate on your question?

Also, I don't have any advice on naming Black characters in fantasy that I wouldn't have for any other group. Obviously avoid stuff that sounds point blank like real world slurs, but... They're names. You're the inventor of this universe. Tolkien studied other languages and the rules of said languages before investing his own; I'm not sure you're trying to go THAT far but.... You can just come up with names and words and give them meanings!

[margoteve]

A suit for Kafka. Suit designed specifically for Kafka. Kafka's suit.

Summary: After the Meireki kaiju was defeated it was time to celebrate. But when alcohol flows people ask stupid questions and then try to test a theory.

Rating: T, very strong T

Warnings: Use of alcohol, people being drunk, Unsafe attempt on the use of katana and a gun, swearing, OSHA is crying.

Read on AO3

A/N: This is a crack idea. IDK man I'm very sleepy, this took me like 3 hours lol. I wonder if I should just stop writing lmao. Have fun! Reblogs and comments much appreciated, thank you

The Meireki Kaiju has been defeated. The destruction and deaths uncountable but they did it. Japan will need to rebuild and lift itself from the rubble but it survived. The celebration was huge.

As soon as the majority of kaiju carcass was removed and some rubble pushed off to the side and the heroes had time to recover parades were thrown. Everyone who had direct hand in the final battle were made to participate. That meant Captain Ashiro and Narumi, Vice-Captain Hoshina, Kikoru Shinomiya, Reno Ichikawa and most importantly - Kaiju no. 8.

Kafka didn't want to go. He still struggled with accepting the fact he would never be human again and still had troubles maintaining human form. Most important - he just didn't feel like he deserved as much attention as everyone wanted him to get.

"You deserve it, sir!" Reno argued.

They all gathered in Hoshina's and Narumi's hospital room to discuss the upcoming event.

"Yeah, you dum-dum, you were the one who punched through that core!" Kikoru reminded him.

"I don't know guys, it was everyone's effort, if it wasn't for all the troop members–" Kafka tried to defend himself but then got interrupted by Hoshina.

"It's not just a vanity project," he said. "The more you show up as a part of Defence Force, the harder it will be for the Brass to eliminate you."

"Late Director General Shinomiya believed in you," Mina added. "While Director Itami plans on honouring that I'm not sure if he would fight as hard for you if HQ changes their minds."

"They are trying to protect you with the power of public opinion!" Narumi threw in. He barely said anything until now, scrolling social media and at the same time testing the special glasses the R&D department made for him to offset the damage to his eyes. "You better strike that iron while it's hot. People are going nuts on SNS over you."

That was a hard argument to beat.

"Alright, I'll go." Kafka had no choice but to give in.

And so the parade was held as soon as everyone recovered. Afterwards the victors were invited to a party in their name. Kikoru was sulking because she was still not old enough to drink with everyone. It wasn't really a problem until later in the evening when all the adults were slowly going over the 'tipsy' stage.

Hoshina and number 10 were bickering (yes, the suit came with Hoshina as it wouldn't stop yapping to the techs and everyone decided to let the Vice-Captain babysit it), Mina was going off on karaoke machine with Shinonome singing 'Pink Pony Club'.

"Heeeeyy, Izumooooo," Kafka rolled over to Haruichi. "Can't you seriously talk to your folks and make me a better suit? Why is my release force a fucking 2%. I'm the strongest kaiju in all history man!"

"Didn't we have this conversation before? It's still skill issue!" Haruichi replied, trying to push Kafka's face away. Seriously, strongest kaiju in history was a light weight apparently.

"But what if it isn't?" Aoi suddenly spoke up. He had his usual stoic expression on but those who knew him could tell he was close to wasted.

Both men looked at him. "What do you mean?" Haruichi asked.

"What if because Kafka is a kaiju… he can't wear other kaiju?" Aoi said slowly.

His companions slowly processed his words and ended up still confused.

"That makes sense!" Hoshina suddenly spoke up, approaching the table.

"It does?" Kafka slurred out.

"If you think about it, you're the most powerful monster on Earth and you hide behind a disproportionately weaker kaiju turned into a suit," Okonogi joined him. "On some subconscious level your body must be rejecting it."

"Exactly that!" Hoshina nodded along.

"Huh." Kafka stared at his beer.

"I guess, if we could use something from your body… we could make you a fitting suit," Okonogi thought out loud.

The men exchanged a look. Immediately, Kafka had his kaiju arm on the table.

"Okay, just hold still, Hibino," Hoshina was already unsheathing his katana.

"Wait, whoa, hold on a second!!" Okonogi yelled.

"Cut it off!!" 10 yelled.

Haruichi and Aoi were on Kafka's side holding onto him just in case.

"Captain!" Okonogi called for Mina.

Captain Ashiro looked up from the next song selection and approached the group. "What's going on?"

"We're trying to get a sample of Kafka to see if we can make a suit for him and have his battle release force higher!" Hoshina explained.

"Oh, I see." Mina nodded in understanding.

Okonogi was about to sigh in relief to have someone take control of the officers but then Mina reached for her pistol. This time everyone jumped back.

"Captain?!"

"Whoa!"

"What?" Mina asked confused.

"We don't want Hibino to explode, Captain," Hoshina explained kindly, using 10's tail to take the gun away from her.

She sulked.

"Let's just get back to karaoke, Mina," Shinonome suggested gently dragging her away.

When she left everyone sighed with relief.

"Now, where were we?" Hoshina turned to the remaining officers. Everyone got into position again. "Suck it in, Hibino!" The blade reflected a spark of light as the Vice-Captain raised it up. "On three! One! Tw–"

Suddenly everything got covered in ice. "What the hell is going on, sir?!" Ichikawa appeared in the door way back from the toilet with Shinomiya behind him. "Are you all insane!?"

"Boo! Killjoy!" Iharu hollered, he was one of the few spared from the ice. Immediately, he got bonked in the head by one of Ichikawa's floating frost guns.

"I left for five minutes!" Reno scolded everyone.

"You tell him, Reno!" Kikoru joined in.

"This is so irresponsible! You have to first secure the limb before you cut it out so you don't bleed out!" The ice around people began to melt, while Reno encased Kafka's arm in ice. Appreciative chorus of 'ooohs' responded to him.

"Yea—, wait what?" Kikoru blinked confused. "WHAT?!"

Before she could give up a shadow loomed over her and then precise blows have been delivered to all by one and only Vice-Captain Hasegawa. Kikoru looked up at him. When did he—

Her eyes fell on Narumi who was holding his phone up, with a wide, shit-eating grin on his face. No doubt he recorded everything. He gave her a thumb-up.

She sighed. Adults were so stupid after alcohol. She swore she wouldn't be drinking any of it in the future. None.

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@quinowskie

[ciel-phantomhives-world]

From the way, I interpreted Sebastian's character development, I figured out that Real Ciel and especially Undertaker humbled this dude a lot.

UpTo the murder arc, he looked quite arrogant, high and mighty, as if nothing or nobody could scare or defeat him (although Grelle might have worried him a tad bit at the beginning). But Campania arc, however, proved him and us, readers, wrong. Undertaker seemed unstoppable and undefeatable. With his death scythe, he could perhaps destroy Sebastian, if he actually wanted to. We don't know how much strong undertaker really is, yet, I believe. Maybe undertaker would become weaker if someone were to somehow take his death scythe away but that still didn't happen yet.

Then in the school arc, Sebastian allowed undertaker to just flee. I mean, I do get why he did what he did but I felt like part of him was somewhat intimidated to actually fight undertaker for real and that maybe he was glad that undertaker ran away, lol 😂. (They could chase undertaker after he made sure that undertaker couldn't get OCiel right?)

I'm aware that we also don't know that how much power can Sebastian have if he's in his 'true form', that's why I can't necessarily say that he's weaker than undertaker but it's just the vibe he gives that makes me feel like he's scared or uncomfortable. He even said something like how he never wants to run into undertaker again, back in the Campania arc. It makes me feel like he got PTSD because of undertaker XD. So, for the first time, ever since the Campania arc, it seemed like Sebastian realized that he can't always use his fancy, aesthetical butler way to defeat his master's foes elegantly and that there are some real, dangerous threats out there that might not even be after his master BUT AFTER HIMSELF (for some reason).

Now, I don't think that he's scared of RCiel who is just a bizarre doll. We didn't get to see that much of anything with Sebastian and RCiel but from the little moments that I did see, I thought that Sebastian looked anxious or worried. His pathetic ass just looked so defeated when RCiel was exposing everything (along with Tanaka) while his master looked so helpless. I don't blame Sebastian though. What could he possibly do in that situation? There was no going back and nobody saw it coming. He can't lie about anything, anyway.

It's just that one moment where Sebastian was just taking shit and going along with the arrest and everything... Well, it felt like Sebastian hit rock bottom or something. He could at least say that his master is not Sirius and that they were being framed (that was true anyway) but he seemed like he was so done with everything that whatever happened to him or his master at that moment, didn't matter to him. Idk. Then RCiel, most probably, killed Agni who was somebody that Sebastian looked up to. He just looked so broken after all that chaos. No longer did he look that much arrogant or cool or flawless but he looked quite vulnerable and sad. That was the moment when he realized that trying to fight Undertaker and RCiel with forks was not the answer. And ever since then, Sebastian started to act much differently than before. Like the way he reached out to this stranger in chapter 214, then how he didn't even try to disguise himself and his master (although that depends on what kind of strategy OCiel have to infiltrate the hotel).

Present Sebastian didn't appear much as soon as the side missions arcs started but still whenever I see him, I get a much different, humble type of vibe from him compared to the earlier chapters. Hope that answers your question ;).

he's so human in this new chapter it's crazy

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[harbingersecho]

Deja's outfit for the Palla Grande

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[unproduciblesmackdown]

anytime there's production trivia for something i've actually seen like "& the director didn't tell any of the actors this was going to happen so as to get Not Acted Surprise, from the Actors" it's like that's so funny the way i didn't ever see that part as like wow that seemed so particularly genuine to me compared to other parts of this work or other works in general. but on the other hand there'll be scenes in something where a surprising event occurs around multiple characters and there'll be trivia like "wow the way nobody (else) knew this was going to happen beforehand, in so impactful a scene, that makes sense" and then someone involved will be like that's not true

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care

[seilon]

jesus christ I feel like shit