#and also pathetic thanks for the suggestion tumblr

[johaerys-writes]

omg your last update on bbb literally left me wrecked (in the best way possible ofc). They finally have the TalkTM but the ending???? keep up the amazing job of leaving me shook >:)

Also I think the song "You Know I Love You Still" by Kacy Hill fits the bbb playlist perfectly! you should try it out

Aaaah thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you like the mess, I've been having such a blast writing this story (where everyone is possibly the worst version of themselves 🤣)

And thank you for the rec! This song is so PERFECT for them:

If there was a way to make this go away

I would do it all again

By now I know better

Should let you go forever

But I know I never can

God I'm always dyin to

Give it one more try 'cause

The heartbreak's half the thrill

And you know I love you still

Oh desire

It makes me wanna die

I think that I'm strong but

I give in every time

I don't wanna beg for your affection

Or question your intention

Ooh I was young and I miss the way you meant it

It's so them 😭😭 the way they push and pull against each other and they bicker all the time but they still can't stay away even when it hurts... (or perhaps because it hurts so good 😩) I've also been thinking a lot about how they're both yearning for the past and how close they used to be and why this is a big part of why they can never move on so this just hits aaaaall those spots 🥹

Added it to the playlist!! 🥰

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Ride it

Leon S. Kennedy x F!Reader

Summary: Leon fucks you on his motorcycle. That's it. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, pwp, unprotected sex (pls wrap it), p in v, bit of fingering, bit of a handjob, exhibitionism, praise kink, bit of an innocence kink, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, language, no use of y/n

I wrote this with vendetta Leon in mind, but it can be whichever, but older leon fits better. Reader is also at least 25.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: I'm self indulging with Leon. Also, say it blew the fuck up and I was not expecting that, so tysm!! This one is for my Leon whores. Enjoy the pure filth :)

Leon Kennedy Masterlist

Gif credit goes to this tumblr

Ao3 link (but pls still reblog and shit on here thank u)

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!!

You knew damn well you should have known better than to listen to him when he oh so innocently suggested you wore a dress for your date. Spring had come fast and the weather was so nice for you to show off that one pretty sundress you brought early in the fall but had never actually worn. And it drove him absolutely insane to see you in pretty dresses. It gave him more room to work, he thought.

But oh sweet, naive you. So trusting of everything your boyfriend said to you.

But the minute you realized you were getting on his motorcycle and not his Jeep Wrangler, you immediately knew you were in for a long ride. And the borderline sinful smirk he flashed you as he handed you your helmet did not help ease the twist in your stomach.

Still, you wouldn't say no to anything he asked, if he wanted to use his motorcycle you would go to your date in his motorcycle. If anything, it made you more eager. And rightfully so, Leon would move one of his gloved hands on one of your thighs at every red light or stop sign, squeezing and tracing his fingers over your bare skin. Goosebumps would rise on your skin. You would hold him tight, both arms tightly wrapped around his torso, your chest flat against his back the entire ride. He didn't mind, if anything he found it endearing that you held on so tight.

But if he was going to tease you, so were you.

You were coming to a red light, so you oh so innocently moved your hands from his front to sneak underneath his leather jacket and t-shirt, cold fingers brushing over his warm skin. You felt him flinch ever so slightly, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Good thing he was at a red light, because he had to close his eyes to keep his composure.

"What are you doing?"

You heard his low somber voice through the Bluetooth in your helmet. You bit your lip to stop yourself from giggling and simply shrugged, but your hands stayed inside his shirt, now moving down to trace over his v-line, stopping at the hemline of his boxer briefs. You heard him groan as one of his hands came to grip your thigh.

"'M not doing anything." You eventually said. You gasped softly when you felt his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh.

"You're going to stop that, right now." He breathed through his nose, using that authoritative and commanding voice that only made you wetter. You swallowed, stilling your hands, but never actually removed them from under his shirt. Another heavy breath. "Take your hands out of my fucking shirt before I park on the side of the street and rearrange your insides right then and there."

The sound that came out of your mouth right then and there was pathetic. It made Leon chuckle. Oh his sweet girl, always such a whore for him. But you did listen, and your hands immediately returned to the front of him.

"That's a good girl." He hummed in approval, the light finally turning green, and he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before his hand returned to the handle. "We're almost there, be good and you'll get what you want."

You had a satisfied smile on your face the rest of the ride. But you probably should've known that your little stunt was going to cost you because the next time you came to a stop you were at a cliff that overlooked the city at the end of an otherwise empty road with a dead-end.

You frowned softly, taking your helmet off your head and looked around with a confused look. Leon had already gotten off the bike, helmet off, and had kicked the stand but never actually turned off the bike.

"Leon..?"

"Y'know, I actually had a date planned. I was gonna take you to dinner, then here because I know just how much you love to see the city at night, however," he bit his lip softly, grabbing your hips and forcing you to face him, your legs dangling off his bike while you were still sitting on it. You looked up at him with big eyes, "Because you're such a greedy whore and you can't seem to wait, I'm gonna fuck you stupid on my bike, and you're gonna take it, yeah?"

God, the things this man would make you do, the things he would make you want. He was a bad influence, but fuck, you loved it.

"Yes. Yes please." There was no hesitation, just need and desperation. He gave your hips a tight squeeze, his pale blue eyes filled with the same need.

"Mhmm of course that's what my pretty girl wanted, you just wanted my cock huh?" He had this filthy grin on his face as he moved his hands down to your thighs, "Spread your legs for me baby."

You bit your lip softly and did as he asked, he wasted no time in ripping your panties down your legs until they hung from one ankle. He smiled as he gripped your jaw with one hand as he peeled the fingerless glove off the other with his teeth before slipping it under your dress. You gasped, blood rushing to your face when you felt his fingers brush over your clit. Leon opened his eyes in surprise as he dragged his fingers down to your entrance and wetness instantly coated his fingers.

"Oh sweet girl, you're already so wet for me." He chuckled softly, leaning down to crash his lips against yours, capturing the moan he pulled from you as he slowly pushed in two of his fingers. "Mhmm."

"Please Leon. I want you so bad. Please." You mumbled against his lips, fingers gripping his hair as you bucked your hips against his hand.

"I know, baby. I'll give you what you want, don't worry." He hummed as he continued to work you with his fingers as he undid his belt with the other. With shaky hands, you helped him unzip his jeans and pull his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

With a soft hiss, he removed his fingers from you and pumped himself a couple times, coating himself in your slick before he hiked up one of your legs over his torso, spreading you out for him as he slowly slid into you. You eyes instantly fluttered shut and your head felt back as he slowly buried himself to the hilt, making sure you felt every inch.

"Mhmm fuck…" A soft whimper left your mouth as you threw your arms over his shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself upright, and then as you opened your eyes, you remembered you were in fact, out in the open, "Fuck. Shit, Leon. Do you think someone will drive by?"

"So what? I'm deep enough for you to feel me in your stomach and you're worried someone will see?" He laughed mockingly, not in the slightest bit worried about it. If anything the idea of getting caught made him want to fuck you even more. He brought his hand to the back of your neck, pulling your face close to his as he snapped his hips forward, "Let 'em see."

God, you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't make you wetter. Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around him when he said it. He moaned in response, fingers tangling around the hair at the back of your head as he gave you another punishing thrust.

"Mhmm yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you? You'd like it if someone saw you all sprawled out on my bike, dripping wet, and getting fucked stupid by your older boyfriend? Yeah you would." He was pounding into you harder and harder, each word spoken in between moans and groans.

"What would they think huh? Such a sweet innocent girl letting her older boyfriend use her like this? Goddamn baby, I've ruined you." He pulled your face close to his, foreheads touching as he watched the utterly fucked out look on your face and the sound of your dripping cunt slapping against him.

"Yes! Fuck yes. Only you can do this to me." You cried out, any and all worries about getting caught long gone, and all you could think about was the aching feeling in your belly, and the flash of heat that was rapidly approaching.

"Mhm, that's right, pretty girl. Such a greedy whore, just for me." He moaned the praise, free hand scrunching up your dress to your waist as he held you on the seat that still vibrated through you as he kept pounding into you. And you happily took everything he had to give you like that was all you were meant to do in this world. Be at the mercy of your gorgeous boyfriend.

"Please Leon," You were holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his leather jacket and hair, voice weak and broken in between moans. God you were so fucking close. "I want to come. Please."

Leon moaned at your weak pleads. You were so sweet, so desperate and at his mercy. He could never deny his sweet girl anything.

"Mmm yes. Let go for me baby, I got you." His thumb found your swollen clit, he rubbed harsh circles that matched his harsh thrusts, while his other hand kept a tight grip on your hair and he pulled your head back. "Look at me baby, keep those pretty eyes on me when you come."

You fought the urge to roll your eyes back as a flash of blinding heat ran through your body, but you managed to keep your eyes on his pale sapphire ones as you came around him, a pathetic moan falling from your lips as your whole body trembled. He held you on the seat, his body pretty much preventing you from falling.

"Mmmm fuck, good girl. Agh—" A moan caught his throat as your walls squeezed his cock and a gush of wetness seeped around him. He pulled you against him, mouth crashing against yours as he snapped his hips with urgency, his own release quickly approaching. "Fuck, fuck baby. You're squeezing the shit outta my cock. Shit, I'm so close. Fuck."

You held on to him for dear life, just letting him use you to chase his own release, your weak moans in his ear, your high pitched gasps and your weak mumbles of his name, fuck, it didn't take him long before he was pulling out of you. But he quickly grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his slick cock.

"Mmmm fuck baby— hah— yes, fuck—" He guided your hand on his cock, using your hand to pump himself, his face on your neck as he moaned, "Yeah just like that baby. C'mon pretty girl, make me come. C'mon, fuck, yes. Yes, good girl. Shit ugh—"

Strings of his come shot into your hand and the seat between your parted thighs as he came with a guttural moan that made you wet all over again. You hummed softly, leaving kisses over his face as he panted. His eyes were closed and he had the side of his face pressed against your neck. He left wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck as he breathed heavily.

"You did such a good job, baby. You're always so good for me." He hummed against your neck, moving up to capture your lips into a softer, slower kiss before he was pulling back.

You sat on the seat, making your best effort to stay upright, legs wide open as you waited for Leon to clean himself up. You tilted your head at him with confusion, just now realizing what he had done.

"Why did you—" You frowned softly as he took your hand, cleaning his mess with an old bandana before wiping the seat in between your parted legs.

"I'm still taking you to dinner. Unless you wanted to sit through dinner with my cum inside you all night." He chuckled softly, face flushed red, hair disheveled and jeans still undone as he tossed the bandana into one of the compartments. When he looked at you, you had this sweet look on your face, a tiny smile on your lips and your head tilted. God you were so adorable, it made him want to ruin you all over again. "Although you probably deserve it. But I'm not that mean."

A small perverted smirk made its way to your lips, and it made Leon groan as he grabbed your chin and placed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Don't give me that look or you won't make it to dinner."

[angelicwh1spers]

— ⋅˚₊‧ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ‧₊˚ ⋅ —

— 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐂hristopher x 𝐀cademic 𝐑ival 𝐑eader

𝐈n 𝐜onclusion… before taking a very important test, you and Chris decided to make a bet on who would get the higher score, the person with the lower score would have to do anything the person with the higher score wanted them to do, and unfortunately you got one percent lower than Chris…

𝐖arnings… [ SUGGESTIVE&ANGST ] , swearing , allergic reaction , burning stuff , steamy makeout session ,

⚠︎ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐒 - English is not my first language so excuse and dismiss any minor mistakes in my writing, I’m fairly new to writing on tumblr but it’s always been my passion to create stories and envelop myself inside of the world of fiction.

⟡ ݁₊ “𝐘ou seriously think you can beat me?” You huff, holding in your laughter as the chill autumn breeze hits your skin as Chris tries to claim he can beat you at the upcoming test today by getting a higher grade, it almost felt pathetic to be hearing such words even dare to be spoken by him in your presence. “Scared you’ll loose the bet?” He taunts, leaning his back against the railing of the staircase located at the entrance to the campus, one of his many favorite brown leather jacket protecting him from the soft breeze. You chuckle at his immediate assumption, you loosing a silly little bet for the higher score? “Me? Scared? Who do you think I am, a dumbass like you?”

“Oh you’re so high and mighty, I can’t wait to see your face when you loose.” A mocking smirk tugs on the corner of his mouth as you just roll your eyes at his smartass remark, maybe he isn’t a total dumbass but definitely is a goddamn bastard. And why does he have to look so good in that jacket today? “You wish, I never loose. Why do you think I’m on top of the class? I earned it, get ready to do whatever I say after this test, loser.” I state, he chuckles softly before running a hand through his brown messy hair, you could see the slight shift in his demeanor, now appearing more determined and set on one obvious goal. “Yeah, I think you meant you were getting ready to do whatever I say, hm?”

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During the remainder of the day, you two made it each others mission to sabotage the other in anyway possible so they would fail the test, first it started harmless with distracting each other from studying but progressively got more intense and rude but to you two it felt as if it was just another day…

— allergic reaction.

You finally have sat down with your friends, chatting and laughing as jokes and stories were thrown between the group, while you were taking out your already prepared lunch, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Chris smirking ear to ear right at you while talking with his own friend group at their table. You brushed off his stare and continued with your lunch, but when you took the first bite and it went down your throat, something didn’t feel right, your throat started to close up and your breath coming in short puffs and then you realized you were having an allergic reaction, a million questions rise inside of your mind on how this could have happened, you precisely made sure there was nothing you were allergic to inside of your lunch. Then Chris’s little smirk flashes in your mind and already know who was behind this, thank god you had your epipen in your bag. You knew you couldn’t go to the nurse since she would send you home, so you had to live through the pain for the remainder of the day until the test, one day you swear you will not hesitate to kill him.

— burning pile.

Throwing in the last piece of paper you needed to be complete, you watched as the hot flames immediately roared to life, intensifying the already big fire created from Chris’s important notes he had ready for todays test and you also decided to burn some other ones he had in his book bag, from your taken spot you could hear most of the things happening in the school, especially where Chris currently was from the open window and could hear frustrated footsteps stomping throughout the school and just laugh at his immediate reaction, waiting for him to make it to where you were. A half-finished lit cigarette hanging from the corner of your mouth as you see a familiar voice call out your name and already knowing who it is, "Y/n! Give me my notes back, you know those are—" He cuts off his own words by the sight of his notes being a burning pile right in front of him, a mocking smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth, taking the last drag of my cigarette and throwing it into the flames to disintegrate, "Ups! I thought these were useless" you say with fake "I'm gonna literally gonna murder you."

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Chris won the stupid bet, getting a 100% overpowering your 99% on the test and him waving the test in your face, but the thing he asked you to do wasnt something you expected at the very least…

His hands rest on your waist as you two stumble into the kitchen, being all over each other as an intense make out was currently happening between you two, he softly pushes your back into the counter before they tighten its grip and lift you up to sit you down on the counter for better access as your lips which never separate from each other and don’t seem like they will any time soon, your arms wrap around his neck while his rest right above your hips but they keep wandering all over your lower body. Somehow you two ended up in this situation, but you’re certainly not complaining much, the way the feeling of his lips on yours and how your tongues danced together just made a shiver run down your spine, it almost felt like a drug that you felt you needed more of each second.

“Still bitter about loosing that bet? Princess was finally pushed off her high and mighty stool?” He teases, speaking between kisses which became slight messy as he talked but soon gone back to normal, “Maybe, but you have to make it up to me for that allergic reaction.” I answer, still feeling the bitter-sweet taste of losing now being overpowered by the taste of Chris’s mouth on mine. The only time we would pull away from each other was for short breaths before returning right back, you didn’t know for how long you two were like this but it’s not like someone was counting your time nor rushing you. “What about you first making up for burning my notes and looking absolutely delicious smoking that cigarette?” “I think I already did, by doing whatever you want” he smirks into the long kiss, it somehow remaining eager and passionate even after the long duration of it.

His hands squeezed your hips tightly, wandering downwards to rest down on your thighs, dangerously close to the waistband of your skirt as our own hands wandered to tangle into his brown messy locks, the long make out session soon came to an end, leaving you two complete panting messes before Chris attacks the sensitive soft flesh of your neck, peppering it with open-mouthed kisses while his hot breath fans over them, causing a soft whimper escape past your lips alongside quick puffs of air, still trying to regain your flow of breath. "Like how your rival is all over you, huh? How he just can't resist the little princess no more." He mumbles against your neck while leaving a significant hickey behind which is going to be not so easy to cover up tomorrow for my classes, "What will I say after someone sees all these marks on my neck?" I question in a playful tone as he raises his head to glance up at my face, appearing almost serious if it wasnt for his eyes which were driven entirely by desire in that moment. "Tell them who you fuckin' belong to, little princess."

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⋅˚₊‧ 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒... heloheloheloo!! the start of the au has now began and surprisingly this is the first thing im writing for it but its not gonna be all smut all the time so bear with me guys for now, thanks for over 200 notes on my first fic im so grateful guys it feels so insane to me!! 🩵

[gay-dorito-dust]

BAE! I have anoþher idea of isekai reader!

Imagine reader finally meeting Daemon and they have a stand off and its ends up with reader saying "perhaps you haven't realized it yet. The only main reason why your the most unpredictable one is because well.... I wasn't brought here yet"

Both riders are menacing in their own rights and are unpredictable but the queen who never was pops and then reader becames.... "I serve you my liege" because Rhaenys is mother queen✨

Sorry if I come of as annoying, I am just so excited that one of my favorite writers in tumblr had answered my ask! Thank you for that!❤

It’s fine! It’s not annoying at all, promise! 💕

The inevitable meeting between you and Daemon was well…inevitable.

The rouge prince and the conductor of chaos finally meeting eye to eye with both Caraxes and Cannibal a few easily walkable paces behind both riders, just in the instance things went south.

Daemon: you appear out of nowhere and have stoked a fire beneath the people of Westeros and sent them all into a blind panic.

Reader/you: and yet it took you years to do even that. Why bore me when you’re supposedly meant to be raising an army for your wife *chuckles* did Harrenhal scare you stiff rouge prince?

Daemon: bend the knee or-

Reader/you: Or YOuR hOUse buRnS. Yes I’ve headed your threat plenty of times and yet I’m still finding it hard to find the energy to do so.

Daemon isn’t happy with your lack of respect towards him and the lack of obedience but more than anything he hated how you weren’t easily made scared. Everything he says slid off your back or shrugged off with ease it was irritating to say the least.

Daemon: I am the king-

Reader/you: consort. Also for any man who has to say ‘I am the king’ is no true king and besides you lost that chance long ago, so suck it up and endure being in the service of women who have more balls then you ever did for the rest of your miserable life.

Daemon growls, hand already at the hilt of his sword when a third voice intervenes in your little stand off.

Rhaenys: what is going on here.

Reader/you: *bows* it is an honour to meet you, I’m merely talking to a fool.

Rhaenys: *smirks and looks at Daemon* someone who knows how to properly greet someone I see, and while it’s true that he maybe a fool, that fool is unfortunately my kin.

Reader/you: how tragic for you my queen. A true tragedy. *smiles widely* I can gouge out his eyes for you, or clip his vocal cords so he may never speak out of his ass ever again? Or even cut off his dick so his bloodline maybe cut short! Only say the word and I shall have Westeros and all its pathetic lords and ladies with their knees bent before the rise of the new day.

Rhaenys has had heard stories about your unpredictable nature, similar to that of Dameon’s, but somehow even more so with how quick you were to cut off any challenge merely by threats and promises alone. That and perhaps your crazed smile and look in your eye was enough to unease the strongest of men who dared look into them.

Rhaenys could see that fire within your eyes and respected you for that as she smiled.

Rhaenys: I shall keep that in mind should he ever step a single toenail out of line. *glares at Daemon from the corner of her eye*

Daemon: this is between me and them *he points at you with his sword but you merely smile* do not intervene when you are not wanted. Entertain yourself elsewhere.

You and Rhaenys: would that if you were the king.

You: so I’d suggest you get back to Harrenhal and be useless seeing as how your own kin, Jace and Baela, are doing much more in support of Rhaenyra than you.

Daemon: I will-

Rhaenys: come, I’m sure cannibal is restless from staying in stasis for so long.

Reader/ you: coming my queen

You both leave Caraxes and Daemon behind without a second glance.

[nothnxpls]

Scones and séances

Pls Help me find a prompt/ficlet/text/post on tumblr

guys, I was reading a prompt/ficlet/text about barista danny when I accidentally clicked away. Pls help me find it again. I was not done reading and it and I was quite invested in reading it to completion. :)))

It starts with Danny in Gotham working as a barista. Then he has a group of old ladies come in and he asked an old lady about her order then realised she was a ghost. The other old ladies noticed this and gave him some money to answer their questions about their ghost friend who i think was called Lucienda(I could be remembering worng)

Then danny gets a bunch of people asking him about their ghost loved ones, but danny is like I cannot talk to ghosts. (He only talked to the old ladies because they gave him a very good tip.)

October comes around and his boss is like, we should do something. And somebody suggest to market Danny's ghost speaking thing. And they they come up with scones and séance. One every Friday for October. Danny agrees cause he will be paid extra.

Agent K(i think) came in and was like blå blå blå, u not human and, when he saw the scones and séance sign he was like u are selling your ghost powers to people?!?! But the customers are like shooo get out and his coworker is like you aint a paying customer pls get the fuck out.

And his boss contacted Signal to watch over Danny. And Danny is like thank you that's very nice boss. Best boss in the world, but he was wondering about what exactly was trigger their he is pathetic and innocent that need protection

Also I think that duke thinks that the giw are like gangs members

And then I clicked off. Plss I need to know if the original poster wrote more. Even if they didn't write any more and the post ends in the next paragraph I need closure. Becaese it keeps on sneaking in my thoughts randomly.

[zephyrrhiesfyrian]

Whelp. Congratulations Emmet and Elesa, ypu have found out through social media you're now an uncle and aunt. Good luck with the posionous anklebiters and the feral chosen one.

I suggest stocking up on pecha berries and sweets. The way to your nephews/nieces hearts are through their stomachs.

Also Emmet, don't fight Akari. She reverse adopted your soggy wet cat of a brother so please stop threatening her over social media. Akari, stop antagonizing your new uncle, he's worried about his missing brother. Ingo can scruff the both of you.

Elesa, thank you for being the only rational person and not having beef with a teenager who's flying by the seat of her pants in a dangerous situation.

And Ingo. Your twunkness doesn't make up for your lovable patheticness.

THE POISONOUS ANKLEBITERS

Your ask shall be distributed to the relevant parties (please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and please note that this response only takes into account the canon falling under the category of Social Media AU)

joltikmas: the what joltikmas: get out of my dms??????

gym-leader-elesa: So far all I've been doing is damage control after SOME idiot decided to act stupid and threaten a child. 🙄 gym-leader-elesa: leave the food to me. Emmet is not allowed near the kitchen anymore LOL

joltikmas: r u a fan of that blog postin abt ingo??? DID SHE SEND YOU??? joltikmas: i cant "harass" her anymore anyway bc she blocked me >:|

stuck-in-the-past: WAIT IS JOLTIKMAS THE EMMET GUY PPL ARE TELLING ME ABOUT??? INGO'S BROTHER??? stuck-in-the-past: i blocked him bc i thought he was just a hater 😭😭😭

gym-leader-elesa: it's really unfortunate that I have to be the adult in this family these days

stuck-in-the-past: i told ingo that the ppl in my phone said his twunkness doesnt make up for his lovable patheticness and he looked at me like i was insane stuck-in-the-past: i have chosen to interpret his expression into the common tongue of tumblr as "miss akari, none of these words are in the bible"

Thank you for using the Arceus Inter-Dimensional Communication Program!

[lovelybucky1]

I'm the one who requested the drug deal Jonathan Crane thing and I f*ing love it p.p Thanks for writing that! That was the first request I made on Tumblr that got an answer and I keep smiling like a cheshire cat when I look at it xD

Also I wouldn't mind at all if you ever decided to make a sequel (no pressure, though) :3

my inbox is open for cillian characters! please keep the request coming, i love them so much 🫶🫶🫶

warnings: dubcon, kidnapping, mentions of drug use, AFAB!reader, mild knife play, hitting/punching, mild blood, unprotected sex, breeding kink, degradation, really nasty horrible stuff, 18+ minors dni

part 1

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jonathan isn’t gentle in the slightest. his nails scratch your skin as he tears your clothes off of you, not bothering to even undo the buttons or zippers. he mutters to himself under his breath as he manhandles you without care

you fought him at first. you hit and scratched and bit and squirmed, but after a stinging slap to your face and a threat to your neck, you decided to back down. you dont make it easy for him, of course. you lay limply in the cramped van as he tries to manipulate your arms and legs to get your clothes off.

“you fucking bitch,” he spits, teeth still bloody from the well-aimed punch you got in. “no wonder he gave you up without a second thought.”

giving up on trying to get your pants of, he picks up a long hunting knife from the floor and slices through then with ease. somehow he didn’t cut you, but you suppose the fear was part of his plan

you were now left only in your underwear in a dark van with a psychopathic potential murderer. he looks at you hungrily, like he can’t tell where to begin with you. you try to close your legs, but he grabs your thighs and slots himself between them so you can’t hide yourself

“that didn’t have to be so difficult,” he hisses

“you said you like when they fight back.”

he grins, and if you didn’t know what you do now, you’d be charmed by it, but all you can see are the maggots that come from his rotten insides.

he reaches down and begins to undo his fly. he pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock, and even in the dark you can see how hard it is. you know he won’t be gentle, and the size makes you nervous.

“i can give you something for the pain,” he suggests. “you won’t feel a thing except pleasure.”

“i’m not taking anything from you.”

he pulls your underwear aside and slaps your pussy to see you jump. “smart choice. i was lying,” he smirks.

he lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, but unrelentingly. you cry out as he forces his way inside of you, carving space out for him as he goes. he has no care for your comfort

“fuck! you fucking asshole!”

“awh, does it hurt?” he asks condescendingly. “your little cunt can’t handle all of me?”

a scream rips out of your throat when he roughly thrusts into you. you try to push him away, pushing on his chest, neck, shoulders, and arms, but there’s no use. he laughs at your pathetic attempts to get him off of you

“you can’t escape it. let me use this dirty pussy like you let your boyfriend,” he smirks. “think about him, hm? you trusted him, thought he was a real nice guy, didn’t you? he’s the one who got you into this. he’s the one who let me do this to you. doesn’t that make you angry?”

tears sting in your eyes again as you think about your betrayal. he did allow this monster to violate you like this. you never would have done something like that to him.

“now look at you. you went from a happy couple to a duggie and his whore. well, now you’re my whore.”

jonathan fucks you hard and fast, clearly only using your body to get off rather than making it good for you too. his hips slam against yours and each time you hit your head against the metal wall of the van

“fuck you!” you scream, throat raw

“i’m doing you a fucking favor, sweetheart. you know what would’ve happened if i left you out there with him? you’d be in a living nightmare right now, praying for god to put you out of your misery.”

you pick your hand up and palm his face, pushing on his nose until his head is turned to the side. a growl escapes his mouth and he grabs your wrist tightly, ripping your hand off of him.

jonathan’s face flashes with rage and he pulls out of you entirely. for a moment, you think it’s over. that is, until he grabs you by the hair and pushes you face down on the floor. before you could get up, he drapes himself over your back and lines his cock up with you again

“you’re making me regret keeping you,” he hisses as he pushes inside again. immediately he resumes his brutal pace, fucking into you too deeply.

“then- fuck, let me go”

“i can’t do that. you’ve seen my face. you know too much.” he leans down to press his mouth against your ear. “i could kill you, or you could shut the fuck up and take my dick.”

you try to scream, but he seemingly read your mind. his hand clamps over your mouth and he shushes you.

“fuck, baby, ‘m close,” he pants. his hot breath is sickening as it fans over your neck. “where do you want me to cum?”

“pull out,” you say, but it’s muffled by his hand. “pull out!”

“what’s that? cum inside? you naughty little thing,” he chuckles.

he lets go of your mouth and moves his head to push your head against the floor. his thrusts are erratic and sloppy, his hips hitting yours rapidly until a strained groan escapes his mouth and you feel his cum flood your cunt.

“shit!” you yell, but jonathan is unbothered

jonathan lays on top of you, his dead weight pinning you to the floor as he catches his breath. his softening cock remains inside of you and you cringe at the feeling

jonathan finally gets off and you sit up to try to find your clothes. before you could look, jonathan pushes you back down with his foot to your shoulder. you watch as he kneels in front of you and positions your legs where he wants them.

he has your legs spread with your knees up, used pussy on display. before you could realize what’s happening, there is a camera flash and a mechanical noise

“what the fuck?” you exclaim, finally realizing what he just did

“just in case you get any ideas,” he smirks, holding up a developing polaroid.

[tickle-her-senseless]

🃏: How important is joking around as part of a session?

Hiya lovely! Thanks for the ask ☺️ I don’t normally receive any of these, so it helps me to feel like an actual community member instead of a gif dispenser 😂

It depends on the type of session, I think. Bear with me as I’m going to waffle a bit before answering your question 😅

When it comes to tickling, none of us just woke up one day and said “I’m choosing this kink for logistical reasons X, Y and Z” - we just felt a unique and powerful thrill when we saw, experienced or thought about it, and eventually explored that thrill and its implications for us. However, there are definitely some big perks of loving tickling and one is the versatility of it. Depending on the occasion, it can be…

🕊️affectionate, gentle, soft

🐬playful, chaotic, raucous

🌿cathartic, soothing, therapeutic

❤️‍🔥erotic, sensual, intoxicating

🐺sadistic, torturous, unbearable

Any/all of these session dynamics, along with the various combinations of them, can be exactly what someone needs on any given day. I feel as though joking around is a massive part of the chaotic playful one, especially if it’s a switchy session. I have to be able to relax around the people I play with, so banter and teasing is a big part of it.

It can also be a big part of sadistic tickling. Misdirection, exploiting loopholes in someone’s attempts to bargain and beg, offering them a choice and picking the one they don’t choose … different type of joking of course, but still so much fun for both people as long as everyone’s actual limits are respected. For example, when I get a rare opportunity to lee, “sarcastic fake sympathy” and comments on how ticklish my >insert death spot here< is will massively enhance my experience. The ler referencing the role reversal and how I probably wish that I could do this to them instead will drive me crazy! But if they ever strayed into insults eg. “you pathetic worm” or whatever, I’d stop the session immediately.

From a ler’s POV, I can shut up if preferred but my natural dynamic is to be pretty vocal and most of that will involve joking around in some form. For instance…

Feigned sympathy: “Wow, that looks like it tickles horribly … ohhh honey … I know … I know …”

Praise/compliments: “Stop? I could … I probably should … I would, but you see, I haven’t gotten to tickle that cute little belly of yours yet. Sorry - just too tempting to pass up …”

Pretending to be worried about the noise: “Honestly, what a fuss! Maybe if I tickle you properly, only dogs will be able to hear you squealing and nobody will come to save you …”

Forcing them to count down from ten, and ambushing them with surprise tickles before they finish: “Sorry, in my defence you were slow and I was bored …”

Showing them a thirsty Tumblr post they made that week and suggesting the exact scenario, announcing a “snack break” only to nibble and suck their toes, appearing to get sidetracked and make earnest conversation for a few seconds before breaking off mid-sentence to razz their bare tummy over and over, pretending to get your index finger stuck inside their belly button and trying to wiggle it loose this way and that … there are so many opportunities for pure silliness.

So yeah, while joking around won’t be everyone’s cup of tea all of the time, eg. when doing an interrogation scene with IRL roleplay or getting extra hot and heavy etc, it usually features in my play pretty prominently. How about you, what d’you think? Thanks again for the ask, hope you’re having a great week so far 😊

[something-pithy]

Oooo a drabble. I've been craving your writing, I love the tone and the way you write internal dialogue for both Astarion and Zee/Tav, it's so distinctive for each character. Please gimme a (fluffy?) drabble from Astarion POV?

Looking forward to mid-Julyish!!

Ummm... soo.... first of all, I probably should have checked my tumblr messages before now if I was gonna make such an offer... >.< but better late than never? I hope? I'M SO SORRY Also I tried to do a drabble and this is what happened instead. loooooooooool Thank you so much for the ask! I swear to god I'll write them actually interacting with each other if I get another ask or request looooool ANYWAY HERE WE GO --- Obviously he couldn't tell her what a precious thing she actually was. His self-absorbed mien more than suited him; it was a trademark, a bait-and-switch, and as such, part of an intricate web of defense- and survival mechanisms that had served his aims well.

It wasn't the sex. Well, it wasn't just the sex -- which was obviously superlative, since he was involved, and she was not only creative and cheeky but quite the acrobat, really. At first, he'd tried leaving her tent after -- casual, rakish, smirking.

But the little gremlin always pulled some sort of trick -- asked him some question too ridiculous not to answer, hid his smalls or his boots or his favorite shirt, or simply draped herself over him as though it were the most natural thing in the world, and it always felt like she belonged there.

And how galling it was, at first, to have to attach himself to someone who not only committed their little band of miscreants and misfits -- and consequently and most importantly, him, to acts of kindness, generosity, and selfless heroism, but was a damned bard, and too witty and clever by half to dismiss. Yes, pretty and witty, and despite her do-gooder leanings, indisputably an agent of chaos with a penchant for mischief that... well, how could he help but appreciate it? She was worth her weight in entertainment value, that much was obvious to anyone.

But although it was a rare quality indeed for such a little altruist to be likeable, charming, and interesting enough for him to overlook -- or at least tolerate -- her benign shortcomings, that wasn't it, either.

Well, not all of it.

Part of it was that she was deceptively, appallingly observant. Keenly so. Quietly so. She saw what she oughtn't; past the misdirection, distraction, past the profundity of violence and darkness and rage that pulsed at his core to something... else. Something she had no business looking at, to be frank, but...

He actually hated that. Hated all that she saw and the strange version of it mirrored in her honestly absurdly large eyes and soft soulful melodies and the audacity of her unguarded sadness that in the briefest of moments, he saw. Hated the way it made him ache, the confusion of unsettling softness it evoked. But saw it he did, despite her performance of the clever, playful, pretty, witty mien that suited her even better his own fit him.

Because somehow it was all genuine, it was all her. Like her warmth. Like her kindness. Like her ferocity and tenderness and feral, demented glee. And though he hated those moments when something in her eyes or voice or touch suggested she saw every pathetic, stunted, debased nuance of his being, the magnitude of his deficiency, his weakness, she never exploited it. Never exposed it, never spoke of it.

He strongly suspected that it had never even occurred to her to do so, and that it never would.

Because she was good. Immutably, implausibly, irrevocably good, no matter her impish insouciance, her reckless intemperance, her convivial subversion. No matter whatever shadows or grief haunted her even as she reveled in joy and color and life.

That such a creature could look at him, see him, and see something worthy... it was almost enough to give him hope.

And the rarity of that for one such as him made her precious, indeed.

Or at the very least deranged beyond reckoning. Either way, entertaining such thoughts and... feelings (eugh) was troublesome enough. Actually speaking them could be ruinous.

No matter what she thought she saw in him or how good she might be, he could only entice if he was always just out of reach. It would hardly do for her to know that she was perilously close to having him in the palm of her dainty, lute-calloused little hand.

Besides, the little gremlin would never let him live it down.

[toxisoda]

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Also is there any hope for a girl who had to look up how to spell acquire?

(P.S. i miss tumblr fanmail it wouldve been perfect for this)

Thank you!!!

Thirstily,

L.G.

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minidura chapter 11 react

ok i found chapter 11 translated by amnemonie on tumblr (thank you thank you thank you and if you want me to take this down i will!!) but there's no guarantee ill be able to find the rest lmAOo we'll see

HOT MAN!!! HOT MAN

i mean what no pathetic sopping wet man

cat face izaya i thought id never see you again

man after realizing there's a minidura tag i saw a post that was like "i wish minidura got animated like bsd wan" and like. YEAH. PLEASE

it would be the perfect revival of the durarara fandom pleaseeeeeee do it for meeeeeeee we could revive durarara like we revived trigun

and i need shizuo izaya and shinra cooking together being animated. please

anyway izaya looks like he really doesnt wanna be here in that last panel and i mildly spoiled myself on the comments/reblogs saying this one is really mean to izaya which you know i live for. [cracks knuckles] i hope he gets hit by a truck but like an emotional one because that's the only one he'd really react to

oh god he's more pathetic than i thought he'd be

they're really looking at him like "damn bitch you good" which is fair

bro summoned up all his courage to ask 😭rip bozo

??????????? THEY TOLD YOU HE'D BE WITH THEM

izaya simultaneously has the best social skills known to man and the WORST social skills known to man

ill never stop bringing this up but. now presenting orihara "i love humans because they're so unpredictable" izaya getting fucked by humans' predictability everybody

and here we see izaya walking awkwardly in his natural habitat, trying to eat cake with high schoolers /j

kadota casually calling out izaya on his bullshit bkgjdSGKHDSHds

he just wants to eat cakeeeee someone go with him

not me though i wouldnt be caught dead with that man

i swear walker's face gets longer every time i see him and it tickles me so much

aaaand cue shizuo on stage right

god bless erika for suggesting that he invite shizuo cuz id have done it myself

also "just today". are you implying that you want to see shizuo every other day. izaya.

WAIT

WAIT IS TODAY IZAYA'S BIRTHDAY

OH

oh my god thats actually sad okay

id say to ask namie but namie probably rejected him already without even letting him finish the question bkfdgjhgf

shinra keeping up the stupid anniversaries trend from that other chapter we love a consistent malewife

man shiki he wasnt even here for work 😭 at least he got some food although karasumi does not look that good if im being honest

at least compared to cake

shinraaaa you FORGOTTTT

may 4th is the date of my statistics exam but i swear ill celebrate it for you izaya. ill even mark it down on my calendar

oh 💀 namie is as delusional as i am. love that for her

he's even singing to himself ohhhhh poor baby...(i say this as if i'm not grinning wildly to myself in my room rn)

i swear i feel bad for him but he's so fun to bully

man i remember those fics where shizuo was the only one to remember izaya's birthday bgkjhfdgfd i guess those were founded from somewhere (even if his gifts were things like 'not chasing him today' or sending him black roses)

oh my god 😭 he's so desperate at this point i didnt think he'd actually be happy to see shizu-chan

even grabbing him by the arms bkgdssdkahdskjhgsdsd

this is gonna end badly though if the comments/reblogs i read have anything to say about it

😭yep the izaya bullying is real

SHIZUO NOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS BASICALLY THE WHOLE CAKE

izaya's conscious too 💀 MAN

part of me feels like this is narita's personal revenge against the shizaya fans in his fanbase askdbgskjhsdhgsd shizuo needs to be extra cruel to prove he's not gay

he's so happy to just get birthday textssssss this is so sad

[phantom-ellie]

The Lost Children of Ikatera for the OFMD Reverse Big Bang!

I am so excited to share this fic with you all! I have so much to say about it which won't fit in my Ao3 post, so I will be writing it all here and reblogging for subsequent chapter posts. But first, the link:

This post covers general information on this fic as well as chapters 1 & 2. I will reblog it with further posts covering the different chapters.

What you need to know is that this is a Victorian AU based on the novels of Jules Verne, H. G. Wells, and other similar authors of that era. The author of this novel is Jonathan “Calcut Jack” Rackham, and is told entirely from his perspective. He is a highly unreliable narrator due to his tendency to focus on his own selfish needs and desires rather than to truly pay attention to what is going on around him. However, I hope that I succeeded in making him a bit nuanced and interesting throughout this work.

I would like to give the biggest thank you and credit to TheQueenHasNoLife (on Twitter), who is the artist for this RBB as well as the one who came up with the, frankly, brilliant prompt idea for this fic. Every single idea and suggestion they had made this work twice as interesting and complex as it had been before. I have always admired them since I first stumbled across their own fanfiction last October, and am beyond honored to have helped to bring their vision to light here. I hope there will be future collaborations in store for us!

I would also like to credit the following users: @Ghost_Deb_ on Twitter and DeathStranded who were my beta readers for this fic and gave incredible feedback and insight on how it read, @Tiny_Book_Worm on Twitter who was kind enough to answer my questions on the transmasc experience while writing for Izzy, as well as Mod Jay (mortenavida) who answered endless stupid questions from me throughout this process and helped to determined Jack’s fate in the final chapter with their deep knowledge of Floridian lore.

Despite strenuous efforts I was unable to obtain a beta or a sensitivity reader for the sections of the fic that deal with Maori language and culture, for which I apologize. If I have gotten anything wrong on this subject, feel free to DM me on Twitter or Tumblr, and I will make the changes necessary. I am open to criticism and safe to DM on this matter.

Last note on the art in this fic: In addition to the absolutely stunning and detailed art by TheQueenHasNoLife, I have peppered this work with several authentic drawings/documents from the 1800s. I have credited my source for each under the image.

On the Narrator/"Calicut Jack":

This fic is told in the form of an adventure novel written in the style of Jules Verne and H. G. Wells. Only this time, its author is Jonathan "Calicut Jack" Rackham. This is the bit that interested me the most about this prompt. If you've read these kinds of novels before from this time period, you've probably noticed that the narrators are all assholes. They are sexist, racist, and disgusted by everyone who isn't 100% exactly like they are (and also enamored/obsessed with/totally gay for men who are 100% exactly like they are). I wanted to write this novel from Jack's perspective in the most loquacious, verbose manner humanly possible to give him the illusion of respectability while showing through his actions that he's actually a total trash bag. He's an incredibly unreliable narrator. There are massive plotlines and character arcs going on throughout this story that he barely touches on or mentions because he doesn't notice them. He is completely self-absorbed and has absolutely no capacity for emotional depth. That being said, that doesn't mean I intend for him to be 100% villainous and evil. He's pathetic and sad, while not quite sympathetic. What you need to know about Jack is he fears change more than anything. He is still the same drunken fratboy he was 15-20 years ago, he hasn't changed at all, and he's terrified that his friends and the people he knows will grow up and move on without him. He doesn't understand that this is his fear because he has no self-awareness. The fear is just there. And he will jump through whatever mental hoops he has to to convince himself that everyone would be happier if they were like him: stagnant and unmoving.

Story Setting/Background:

This fic is set in 1872 in an alternate Victorian universe which is not exactly the same as the one we know of and are familiar with. Homophobia and transphobia are at this time seen as terribly gauche and passé, and people are more or less allowed to love who they want and be who they are without facing societal backlash or institutional discrimination. In addition, while unfortunately colonialism and imperialism still exist, in this universe they are much less of a thing, and public approval for either has been waning for some time at the start of the story. Because I am a loser, I attempted to create a loose historical justification for these changes. It all started during the reign of Louis XIV. This super gay dude (actual footage, 100% real) (don't watch the rest of that musical it is heinously bad) was the brother of the king. His name was Philippe. He would be very open about his relationships with men, and would also dress as a woman whenever the opportunity presented him (so it's possible he wasn't a dude at all). Surprisingly, most people at the time accepted it and were totally on board, because a gay man wasn't seen as a threat to his brother's throne. They encouraged the fuck out of that shit. In this particular alternate universe, Philippe's sexuality and gender expression became en vogue among the French noblesse during Louis XIV's reign. Cavorting with members of your own sex was suddenly seen as desirable and fashionable, regardless of whether there was actually any attraction there. Louis XIV encouraged this trend, for it allowed him to more easily control and steer French nobility (especially when they were bearing fewer children and were caught up in all sorts of dalliances with one another). This was, after all, the main objective of the grandiose lifestyle which he promoted: to keep the nobles poor and distracted so he could rule as he wished. Eventually, the acceptance of same-sex partnerships grew and spread through the courts of many European countries which sought to mimic France's, and this acceptance eventually permeated the general culture shared by everyone. Though acceptance of same-sex relationships (as well as transgender people) was not immediate and took several generations to really take hold in these societies, by the mid to late 1800s the general trend was to be accepting of same-sex relationships. Being homophobic and transphobic is seen as really fucking gauche. Therefore, in this universe there is little to no discrimination of anyone based on their sexuality or gender. It's just plain allowed. This open-mindedness lead to other kinds of acceptance as well. Judeo-Christian religion had a much weaker stranglehold on the populace and the ruling classes of these countries. The weakening of religious dogma made it more palatable for humans to seek out positive cultural exchange with others rather than antagonizing them with forced conversion attempts or flooding indigenous lands with missionaries. While nations did engage in attempts in empire-building (Britain most of all), there was less public will for it due to the populace not really minding if the indigenous people from these areas were "heathens," and it was easier for them to be viewed as people. As for the money to be made from colonization, well, acceptance of gay people may have "trickled down" from the nobility, but the money they were making overseas sure wasn't. This world is in no way intended to be read as utopian, because it just isn't. It still sucks. It just sucks a little less. I wanted to be able to write a world in the 1800s where Edward Teach could become a famous and respected man of science, and where men loving men wasn't a scandal or disgusting or unacceptable. The effects of colonialism have still made their mark in this world which will show throughout the story... it's just that in this universe, people like Ed have more power to actually do something about it.

Chapter 1 Notes:

I wrote this chapter with "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" open in another tab in order to mimic the beginning of both stories and let me tell you, this chapter has NOTHING on that wordy overdescriptive mess. I toned down the descriptions and asides a bit later on in the fic.

Nigel’s ship is called the Disraeli because Benjamin Disraeli was an imperialist asshole and you know they’d be all over that.

Source for Jack’s Cloak Tent and other Stupid Victorian Inventions

Tawhiri a Utu - This means (roughly) “Tawhiri’s Revenge,” although the word ‘Utu’ is more similar to balance/making whole than revenge. Tawhiri is a Maori wind deity.

Edward’s nickname “Man-eater” was given to him by Jack, who was impressed by his skills with his tongue when it comes to, well, eating out men. Like the show version’s nickname of “Blackie,” this nickname is intended to be a rather uncomfortable one due to the racist views Western colonizers have had towards the practices of Indigenous cultures (despite the fact that white Europeans themselves engaged in cannibalism through the early 20th century, believing that certain human body parts could cure diseases, though they would never admit to cannibalism because their ‘medicine’ came in neatly-labeled bottles). Jack, however, lacks the emotional intelligence to determine if Edward is happy with this nickname. Perhaps he will find out.

I spent way too much time researching stupid crap like available ports in 1872 and authentic sailing routes/passenger ships. Like, 2 or 3 whole days just for that, and honestly it was so useless and a waste of time.

I can't allow any more children to be in this fic because I used up every single Victorian-era word for them in this one.

The language Ed speaks with the kid at the end of the chapter is not intended to be Maori, but Rarotongan (because that is the island where they landed). I used the internet's lone Rarotongan dictionary and my decade-old linguistics degree for this and future sections. As far as I can tell there are no Rarotongan betas in existence, sorry about that!

Chapter 2 Notes:

Aquatic Tripod Image Source

I wanted to draw a diagram of the system that holds the Oceanid captive, but I'm not that talented. I tried to think of as many plot holes with it as possible, but my betas thought of a couple I didn't, such as how the weight of hauling an Oceanid in and out of the ocean would probably cause the ship to tilt or even capsize. Whoops! Honestly, it's a really stupid contraption, but Nigel Badminton designed it, what do you want? He's an idiot.

I didn't include a translation for the language spoken between Ed and the Oceanid (which was again Rarotongan) because Jack doesn't know what the words mean and isn't going to bother to find out. However, I've provided them here (again, I did my very best to construct these phrases in a language I don't speak, I hope I got it right). I did not use a translating service for any of these, just studied the crap out of grammar and different examples of sentences and tried to figure it out.

Edward: Ae! Ae… ‘oa… (Hey! Hey… friend…)

Edward: É ’akamoe’au, é taku ‘oa… ‘akamoe’au… (Be at peace, my friend, be at peace)

Edward: Mãrie… meitaki… (Slowly… safe…)

Mystery Oceanid: E tauturu… (Help…)

Edward: Ãe, tauturu! (Yes, help!)

[garykingz]

Actually you just showed that you don't know your so called friends at all. Someone called someone queen a couple of times, someone throw a couple of dollars for support because one of your friends is bitching and moaning about how expensive is to make her audios and she has become a nasty bullie. I always been very polite with this friend of yours if she ever made a request for me I always send her a message thanking her for the request and telling her how much I love it. I asked her months ago like 4 months I think to added me to her tag list she never did. She always adds anybody who asked her not me I never understood what her problem with me was. She started as friendly I was one of her first followers and let me tell you it as gone through her head big time she's thinks she's THE TUMBLR QUEEN bearing in mind some of her posts don't pass the 300 something notes that's a bit of a giggle . She does have a superiority complex what she doesn't understand is that without her friends here in Tumblr she's nothing I know she doesn't have any friends outside here because if she did she wouldn't be here 24/7 like she is she's nothing but a clown. The difference between you and me is that I know my friends you don't.

Since I can't fucking block your stupid pathetic ass, I'll make it abundantly fucking clear.

My friend does what she does for free. She doesn't take commissions. People practically BEGGED her to turn her tips on. She PAYS to do this for people who appreciate it – if you seriously, genuinely have any brain cells floating around in that dumb as fuck head of yours, I suggest using them just a little to consider maybe. just may–the fuck–be that you should get your entitled bitch attitude out of your ass and perhaps consider that you should get offline, touch some fucking grass and sniff a tree or something because baby, oh sweetheart, you need it desperately.

Also the actual fact that you have to keep making new accounts to send me hate message after hate message is genuinely so pathetic but maybe if I give you a slither of enough attention, that you so desperately crave, to make you feel as pathetic as you sound right now, maybe you'll fuck off.

And if you don't. well. Not even a whiff of a leaf could help ya.

Good day.

[coolerdracula]

oh it was sweet though the other night my phone died and he was like oh I should download tumblr onto my phone so you can use it when yours is dead that sounds kind of pathetic of me that he considers me such a girlblogger that he suggested that (I DONT IGNORE HIM TO SCROLL TUMBLR JUST WHEN HE’S LIKE IN THE BATHROOM OR ETC OK) but also very sweet thank you offline boy. do you have games on your phone

[acefaun]

You are amazing! Thank you for writing and fulfilling our requests. Please take care of yourself. 💟

How is your grandma?

Eagerly waiting for Yan! Tauxolouve part 2!

-RC anon

March and April were rough in terms of writers block, but I'm feeling SO much more inspired now! So, thank you and you're welcome! 💖💕 Writing makes me happy and I like that I'm able to translate the emotions I want when I'm writing. 😙 It means I'm doing exactly what I set out to do as a creator! I'm making you guys feel everything!

I'm hoping to hurt more feelings when I write that second Yan!Tauxolouve! 🙏🏻😌 I have angsty plans and angsty suggestions from anons. I also found another picrew for Yan!Lou... 👀 Probably the part where he's playing innocent in front of all the other gods. Like "Look at my poor, pathetic damsel in distress. I couldn't bear to send her home like this. I think she'll be in better hands with me."

Life related, however, my grandma was just anemic, so they fixed it! Aaaand me? I got put on a heart monitor because in the past two months that I've had writers block... I just wasnt feeling well in general. My potassium was dangerously low and my heart wasn't beating like it was supposed to; not doing it's stupid job right, so my head really wasn't on straight either. And now, look, look! I got a wacky appendage added to my chest! 😋

Maaan, Karno and Scorpio would be so jealous. They love wacky human inventions that make goldfish life easier.

Ah... Well... They'd probably panic at first, but then they might think it's cool! They just need a minute to accept my medical situation, and then they'll go "Woah, an invention to track your heart function? Aaaamaaaaaziiiiing!" They'll sound less sarcastic than that, of course, but they'll be awed!

I'm also taking potassium pills so don't die and return to the Heavens and Leo can't go "I told you you'd never last as a goldfish. It's only been 23 years and you're already home." I'm going to SPITE that man, do you hear me? SPITE. I can't die yet. I have to prove a point. Tumblr will serve as my witness. ✨

[simpleexross]

INTRODUCTION POST!

Hello! I have been lurking in the tickle community for a while (ever since I was a kid) but I was always too afraid/embarrassed to interact with any content. Ever since I turned 18 though, the idea of FINALLY making a Tumblr Blog for this totally NOT obsessive interest seemed like a good idea!

Some thing to know about me:

Online I go by the name/nickname of Ross, I use He/Him pronouns and am FtM. As far as sexuality, I am Pan, AroAce though I usually say AroAce to simplify due to how little I partake in any kind of romance. I am 18 years old (2006), and I fall into the Lee category. (I could say Lee-leaning, but the divide of 90% lee / 10% let feels to small to consider.)

This will be a SFW blog, I am fine with anyone 15+ (15 is pushing it so NO younger) interacting with me since I do that now in high school! (As of this post I'm a senior) However I would like nobody above the age of 25 (again, pushing it so really NO older) to interact with me. I'm general I would prefer for my own comfortability you are as close to my age as possible! For anyone my age feel free to DM me anytime, though let it be known I'm an anxious as well as busy person so please don't feel bad if it takes time to reply at all!

Now, the big reveal now that you have gotten this far. My reason for being in this community, I have never been tickled before, sure I've had people poke me or wiggle their fingers for a second, if I'm lucky a squeeze. But, it's never been more than just to see me flinch, not real tickling. So I have never been properly tickled before. Knowing from a few "random moments" (I caused them) I know I should be a little bit? I mean I flinch, I react? It's odd.

I wanna use this blog as a place to cope with that, and also to be honest with a part of myself I have ignored for probably a decade, a weird fascination (and slight craving) for experiencing what it's like to be tickled. It has consumed all my thoughts so might as well!

Boundaries:

Other than the age range I stated earlier here are other questions you might have,

Yes, you can DM and @ me in post

Yes, you can use the submissions for anything SFW

Yes, you can tease me and things of that nature (as long as you're my age) however I will find it quite flustering! Which ironically is a new feeling for me I thought I was shameless, but I was mistaken. Once tickling is brought out I'm a mess. (Also yes I can type "the word" but I still can't say it, and yes other people saying it is well...)

No, you can't tag me in a NSFW post or talk about that with me

No, you may not use suggestive language & no, you can't use anything like "puppy" (or "toy") or other things similar to that when talking to me (this goes with suggestive language)

The only tickles I don't like are feet, I'm fine everywhere else but feet. Anything relating to feet or feet tickling makes me uncomfortable so if you interact with me please don't bring it up! No hate to you just not my thing personally.

Fandoms:

I write at 3 am on Google docs sad pathetic fanfiction, don't know if it will ever be seen here but the idea of having moots in the same fandom to share tickle hc's with sounds like a great time

Main Interest Right Now:

The Magnus Archives

My Hero Academia

Arcane

Others I can think of:

South Park

One Piece

(a bunch of other animes)

Etc.,

I am also obsessed with my own OCs I love drawing & writing them

Thank you for reading this!

Here attached is one of these intro post I see all the time, do with it what you must: