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#my art#trafficblr#double life fanart#double life smp#life series fanart#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans fanart#smallishbeans#ethoslab fanart#ethoslab#etho#etho fanart#cw blood#smalletho#boat boys#not explicitly shipping but can be interpreted as such#lets pretend my garbage handwriting is an aesthetic choice and not a skill issue please & thank you#the lyrics are from the simplest words by the narcissist cookbookâŚ. i think it fits my idea of double life joel / smalletho#i would explain this but knowing me i would just start fucking rambling about absolutely nothing of relevance to the art#this feels so out of the blue lmao like the double life ending was over two years ago now!!! what do you mean im still hung up on it !!!!!!#girl im never escaping the relation ship .its a part of me now#IN HINDSIGHT i totally should have made the fire from the last two pages line up so it looked good when put together like this⌠rsddssjdh#i always realize these things after iâm done. what the hell
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Really driving me a little crazy that people are talking about the Iskall situation as some moral failing of Hermitcraft as a whole. "I thought hermitcraft was safe from controversy" guys... bad people exist everywhere
We don't know what happened, but we can assume it was Very Serious given the removal of him from the Imp and Skizz podcast. It's clear the members are distancing themselves. The hermits are handling this in probably the best way possible, do not act like hermitcraft as a whole is at fault for whatever happened.
#I'm really gutted to be honest#I watched Stress and Iskall regularly#I'm just worried about what happened#but we may never know#smooziespeaks#hermitcraft
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Are you normal or did Matthew Mercer tell you to your face that Essek Thelyss grew his hair out because he felt like he could finally settle down for a normal life and also because his boyfriend looks hot with long hair so why not him too.
#you guys I actually talked to matt and shook his hand and he held mine with two hands and they were so warm#anyway enough about that#essek thelyss#caleb widogast#shadowgast#critical role#mighty nein#like do ever just get hit with canon essek thelyss lore#from the man himself#and for like an hour only you know#you guys I would literally never keep this from you#but like what the actual fuck
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That reminds me....
I need to read the 124 year old book.
#reblogging cause both yes and no#did I watch the movie recently knowing that clearly SOCIETY is evil and the wicked witch is good based on trailers alone?#YES#HOWEVER I have never saw the musical or read the book#The only thing I knew was the pink and green ladies were/are a popular ship#plus no posting spoilers for me is not posting actual scenes from the current movie because you still want to see it yourself#but seriously I have seen so many variations of Oz or the Wicked Witch I know the basic format#weirdly enough I kept thinking about the Doofenshmirtz version#wicked#wizard of oz#heinz doofenshmirtz
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Kentoâs favorite position will always be fucking you in a mean mating press where he had your body forcefully folded in half by his, because thereâs just something so raw and intimate about having your bodies and soft skin pressed up against each other in such a filthy manner. Both of your sweaty bodies melted into each otherâs as he pounded you deeper and deeper into the soft mattress with such neediness and desperation. Every time heâd possessively thrust himself into you, it had the entire bed creaking and the mattress sinking lower and lower because of his overpowering strength and weight. Itâs almost crazy how heâs practically crushing you with his muscular body. The way heâd manhandle you and bend your legs into your body was so inhuman and fucked up but obviously based on the countless times that he had wrecked your little pussy and stretched your tight walls soo widely to hug his cock in such an ideal way that was only meant for him, in that exact familiar routine of a position. You were very much used to it by now.
The way his damped, tousled blonde hair gently brushed against his chiseled face captured your attentionâGod heâs so beautiful, no renaissance painting could ever be compared to Kento's face. It was a literal masterpiece. God you couldnât wait to start a family with this man because you already know youâd have the most cutest babies. He stared down at your fucked out expression that he fucking loved seeing so much, so pretty and alluring. All dumbed down and stupid just from his cock. It never fails to captivate his soul each time he's making love to you. He could stare at you for hours.
You werenât the most flexible person but of course, Kento always managed to manipulate and manhandle your poor body effortlessly in whatever position that he desired. Heâs not mean during sex but heâs definitely not the sweetest either, Especially after he returns home from a frustrating and tough day at work, his mind consumed with stress and pent-up desire and his cock twitching in his pants with heavy, thick balls filled with seed that heâs been storing up to stuff into you with, after he comes from work.
It wasnât even a second after you greeted him, that honeyed tone in your voice humming his favorite tune, âKentooo, youâre back!!â. Barely two minutes had passed and in the blink of an eye, you were trapped beneath his large, muscular frame with his aching, swollen length buried sooo deep between your tight walls. his mushroom tip kissing the tender, sensitive spots that made you soo mindlessly dumb, it had you forgetting about the little rule you had about no sex until heâs well fed after work because as his devoted housewife, you also labored diligently to prepare dinner for him.
What if it gets cold?!!
Well, Kento sure doesnât give a fuck because heâs way too hungry for something else.
His black and yellow tie is loosely dangling over your face as the gentle waft of his minty cologne which you had sprayed on his chest earlier before he went to work, drifts in your nostrils, making your mind hazy and had your pussy pooling even more slick around his veiny shaft. âGood God, fuck this pussy is perfect darling, sooo perfect almost as perfect n pretty as youâ his husky voice echoes with admiration, the outline of his bulging veins on his arms straining through his rolled-up sleeves, showcasing the raw strength he had as he gripped onto the sheets besides your head for sheer stability as his tired eyesâvisible with exhaustion and teary, lazily stared into yours.
âKentoââ you cried out, your nails digging into his beefy forearm as you looked up at him with pleading eyes that sent his cock throbbing embarrassingly. Fuck it took everything in him to restrain himself from not getting you pregnant with his kids right now.
âYes, my love? Tell me what you need darling, mâhere for youâ. He whispered tenderly, he flashed a charming smile at you before placing a quick, affectionate kiss on your ankle that has been thumping against his huge shoulders the entire time as he ruts his hips into you animalistically.
âMissed you ken!, so so muchâ your heart beating with desire and love as his chest smushed your soft breasts against him. Beads of sweat glistening from his hairline, threatening to drip onto your face as you move your hands up to wrap them around his neck. A genuine smile spread across his face due to your performance of affection.
âMissed you too my love, God you were clouding my thoughts so much sweetheart, couldnât stop thinking about you and this pretty little pussy today.â He confessed to you in his deep, sexy voice before smashing his soft lips onto yours. Your nails violently dug into his clothed back that was fortunately shielding him from the nasty, red marks you were plotting to leave. Both of you groaned into the kiss, your spit and saliva mincing together lewdly to the point where it was steeping out of your mouth. His swollen lips feverishly melded against yours, making it practically impossible for you to breathe but you didnât mind one bit. It all just felt so delicious. His glossy, pink tip skillfully pokes against your sensitive g-spot, making your toes curl in your socks at how good heâs making you feel. God, he was so perfect. His huffs of golden, blond pubic hair tantalizingly grazed against your sticky clitâ rubbing it unintentionally, making your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head as he assaulted your lips. your tongues now entwining and swirling together disgustingly. The kiss was so sweet and affectionate, it made your heart fluttered.
His grunts and moans filled the room like a symphony. it was nothing but music to your ears. Kento was perfect in every single way possible. He was such a man, not just any man. He's a gentleman, his masculine presence would be overwhelming for any soul that has never experienced what it'd be like to encounter a real man.
Youâd do anything for him, you loved Kento in a particular way where it would be so fucking offensive to the person who founded feminism.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x female reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#kento nanami#nanami kento#kento smut#nanami smut#kento x female reader#kento x reader#kento imagine#jujutsu kaisen kento#jjk kento#nanami x fem!reader#nanami imagine#nanamin#jjk nanami#toji fushiguro#toji smut#suguru geto#choso kamo#geto suguru#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguru#toji imagine#toji jjk#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#gojo smut
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PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND:
we, as fans, do not have a right to private information. anything shared with us on this is a privilege. please do not abuse it. the cc's could shut down and never talk about it if we overwhelm them.
also, please keep in mind that ONE HERMIT and THE ENTIRETY OF HERMITCRAFT are NOT THE SAME THING. the entire fandom is not 'ruined' or 'completely unsafe' because of the actions of one person.
PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME THAT THE OTHER HERMITS KNEW ANYTHING ABOUT WHATEVER'S GOING ON WITH ISKALL. this is not some big conspiracy, it's the consequences of one person's actions. they weren't hiding this from us, that's not how hermitcraft works, they truly didn't know. they probably knew as much as us about this, so making it an 'us against them' situation is immature and shortsighted.
ALSO, I AM BEGGING EVERYONE TO PLEASE NOT SENSATIONALIZE THIS. PLEASE DO NOT TURN HATING ISKALL INTO A MEME OR A JOKE.
mcyt'ers being revealed to be less-than-great people is not a rare thing, sadly, but i've seen it turned into a joke/meme/trend in other fandoms. this both minimalizes the actual people's/victims' struggles, makes the entire situation feel less serious than it is, especially to outsiders looking in, and makes everyone in the fandom look immature, petty, unable to take anything seriously, and genuinely harmful.
this server, fandom, and community are not dying, it is not ruined forever, this is one (major, i'm not trying to minimalize it) issue that we're currently dealing with. it will be okay. we will move on. this is not the beginning of the end. please calm down. i love this fandom, god bless all of you. <3
edit: doc has said on stream that we will likely get more information as time passes. like i said, this is a PRIVILEGE. we are not OWED information. please be grateful for what we're given, and POLITELY ask questions if you must. if a cc doesn't give you the answer you want, or doesn't answer at all, LEAVE THEM ALONE. THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO HARASS PEOPLE. the hermits are likely just as stressed out as us, if not probably more so, so please keep that in mind when contacting them.
don't freak out, we'll be okay, this is not the end of the world, nor is it the end of Hermitcraft. we will be okay.
second edit: please remember that (at least as far as we know) ISKALL AND STRESS WERE NOT KICKED OR BANNED. THEY LEFT OF THEIR OWN VOLITION.
ALSO!!! VERY IMPORTANT!!!
WE. DO. NOT. KNOW. EXACTLY. WHAT. HAPPENED.
PLEASE DO NOT ASSUME ANYTHING SIMPLY BASED OFF OF OTHER MCYT'ERS PAST ACTIONS/SCANDALS. WE DO NOT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE MIGHT NOT EVER KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. WE NEED TO BE OKAY WITH THAT AND NOT DRAW OUR OWN CONCLUSIONS.
TWITTER LINKS TO VICTIM RESPONSES:
https://twitter.com/Kasszi_/status/1860670647946604985
https://twitter.com/emoslab_/status/1860697161245323559
#original text post by whimsybiome#hermitcraft#iskall#iskall85#if anyone has the exact quote from doc please let me know#ALSO. i don't have twitter so if any updates happen over there PLEASE share them to tumblr.#iskall situation
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you always had a bad habit of falling asleepânot just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryĹmenâs notorious throne. .
he hated it.
he hated how how you hogged up his space.
he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.
most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.
âtch..â heâd sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. heâs probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but noâyou always preferred his throne. always.
you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that youâd grow to always miss whenever he wasnât with you.
âoi. you awake?â sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. âpft. âcourse not,â and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. âbrat. sleep in my bed next time. youâre gonna get back aches at this rate.â
despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.
sukuna carried you in his arms like every other nightâsometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.
each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. âi know. i know little one. just a few more steps.â he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.
as the wooden stairs creakâhe continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as heâs at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.
his fleecy kimono was half open and youâre just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.
the audacity. .
his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but thatâs when your arms wrap around him.
âeh? what are you-â sukuna grunts, and thatâs when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around himâclinging onto him tight like a koala. âkeh.. such a handsy pest, even when youâre dead asleep.â he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.
sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.
itâs eerily strange . .
it doesnât feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others âbelow himâ.
he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.
the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of youâinhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.
sukuna was feeling . . . soft.
he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.
was . . he the one making your heart race?
sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didnât think heâd ever feel like this. whatever⌠emotion this was.
sure, heâs had to carry you up to his chambers so youâd sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.
âi . . canât sleep like this, yâknow,â the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldnât crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. âat least let me rest near the side.â
no reply.
sukuna scoffs again, realizing heâs practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual wordsâyou cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying âstay.â
âyouâre even more annoying when youâre asleep,â he sighs, pinching his forehead. âfine.. iâll- iâll stay like this. here, with you. âs not like i plan to go anywherââ sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.
the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.
sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.
he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didnât even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukunaâs eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.
with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.
sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. âhuh. this isnât . . that bad,â he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.
your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.
âi. . i love you.â he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldnât hear.
but- you did, you heard it all. every word.
little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.
a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, âlove you too âkuna. itâs about time you finally said it.â
sukunaâs eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. youâre looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the worldâs smugest grin.
his cheeksâtheyâre burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you donât think youâve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.
âyou . . you didnât . . hear that.â
âi definitely heard it.â
âugh. i hate you.â
âi love youuu.â
âi⌠love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.â
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vegasbaby.#iâm sad n listenin to mitski idk đş#sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen fluff
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i need a welling or cavill clark kent x black!cowgirl!reader RIGHT NOW
Cowgirls of Color: an all-black, all-female rodeo team
#i would do it but i donât know about caring for horses#i never want to be too inaccurate when it comes to fanfic#who can write this#please iâm begging#clark kent#clark kent smallville x reader#tom welling#henry cavill#clark kent x black reader#smallville x reader#superman x reader
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âšââĄâ⥠âhave you ever tried this one?â in which kook!sweetheart!reader convinces rafe to take her to go see one of her favorite artists, and as a âthank youâ she and rafe have to do whatever position sabrina demoâs for her song âjuno..â
warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink (?)
a/n: so sad because i didnât get to see sabrina on tour, and she has had me in the meanest chokehold lately :( click this link to see what position iâm referring to <3
when the dates dropped for sabrinaâs âshort nâ sweetâ tour, rafe wasted no time in buying you two tickets. of course, you didnât know this and begged him for weeks until he finally told you yes, your flight and hotel room already booked for a nice little weekend getaway. rafe helped you make your concert outfit, both of you spending hours on the whole ensemble. the end result was absolutely stunning and rafe couldnât stop taking pictures of you.
he posted one on the night of the concert, captioning it âmy little popstar princess <3â and you two were off to the stadium. while you knew wearing sparkly white platform boots wouldnât be the best choice to walk in, you stuck it through, and as soon as the lights dimmed and the music started, any kind of discomfort you felt had melted away as you were far too distracted singing along to every song that boomed through the venue.
babydoll lingerie top with pink fluffy trim, dedazzled stockings, glittery makeup, your hair freshly done, rafe swore you never looked prettier. even though he was against wearing anything that sparkled, he decided to wear a plain pink t-shirt to match with you in his own little way. he kept his arms wrapped around your waist as you two sung, having learned the lyrics to every song since you insisted on being in charge of the aux cord whenever you two were in his truck.
eventually, you two were swaying softly, rafeâs chin resting in the curve of your neck as you stroked the skin of his arm. âthank you for bringing me here.â you smiled up at him, connecting your lips as the intro to âjunoâ started playing. rafe hummed, leaning down so you could hear him. âyou know i had to bring you, baby.. what do you say you thank me another way when we get back to our room?â your cheeks heated as you laughed softly.
âyeah, iâd like that,â you pecked his cheek, âhow about we do the position she does for the song?â rafe smiled, both of you fixing your attention on the stage. you waited with anticipation, your heart beating in your ears when she bent over and touched her toes. rafe cheered, making you laugh as he couldnât wait to get you back to the hotel. luckily for him, there was only a few more songs left before the show ended and the two of you rushed out of there.
it wasnât long after you two walked through the door that rafe had your boots thrown in a forgotten corner, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he took you roughly from behind. you struggled to keep your hands placed on your perfectly pedicured toes, your knees threatening to give out from under you while rafe thrusted into you at an unforgiving pace. âholy fuck, youâre taking it so fuckinâ good, gorgeous, âmight just let you get off your tippy toes and put you on your back instead.â
you cried out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his pelvis smacked against the back of your ass. âcanât, rafe!â you shrieked, nearly doubling over before your boyfriend reached down and grabbed your arms, holding you by your wrists as you hung helplessly from his grip. he was fucking you stupid, and your lack of thoughts was proof of it. you couldnât think, the feeling of rafeâs cock stroking that soft gummy spot inside of you made you whimper pathetically.
finally, you couldnât hold yourself up anymore, your knees meeting the carpeted floor. rafe picked you up, cursing under his breath as he encouraged you to get back in position. âpromise iâll have you in bed soon, pretty, you could hold out for me, yeah?â you shuddered, looking at him from behind your shoulder with that fucked-out gaze he loved so much. you had tears in your eyes, your body glitter still sparkling under the soft lighting.
giving him a little nod, you reached down once again, holding onto your ankles for dear life as rafe circled an arm under your hips, holding you up as his fingers started working on your clit. âoh!â you were in hysterics, your blood rushing to your head as he landed a harsh smack to your backside. âcome on, baby, âwanna feel this pussy squeeze around me.â you moaned at his words, your orgasm just in armâs reach as rafeâs thrusts grew uncalculated. ârafe?â you could barely speak, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.
âtalk to me.â he groaned, teetering the edge of pure euphoria. âmake me juno?â you giggled for a split second, the insinuation only turning rafe on even more. âfuck, yeah? âwant me to fill you up, give you a baby?â you let out a distorted âmhmm!â, the two of you gasping when your highs took you both to cloud nine. rafe pulled you back up, your chest rising and falling while your legs shook with your orgasm. pressing wet kisses to your neck, rafe did exactly as he said, his hips stuttering as hot, thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls.
you two stayed like this, pressed against one another until your breathing slowed, the aftershocks subsiding before rafe laid you both down in bed. âwe should have a âshort nâ sweetâ themed baby shower.. we could serve espressos.â rafe laughed, draping an arm over your tummy. âweâll see.â he hummed. your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed him in, his cologne still heavy on his skin. âyou know what we should try when we get back home?â rafe traced shapes into your side, mumbling a âwhatâs that?â
âpink fuzzy handcuffs.â
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Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.
Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.
You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.
"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.
"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.
I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.
Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.
Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.
#i hope i didn't sound rude btw i am saying this respectfully and this is directed to the ones who push these hcs as canon#if you have your own theories and know abt aroace stereotypes but are respectful abt it this is not for you keep scrolling#i actually think showing jinx (who has been dehumanized by the fandom A LOT) in a romantic relationship is good for her character#and viktor letting himself be free and loving what he considered imperfections thanks to jayce at the end c'monnn they need to make love#tired of disabled characters being treated as babies and always hc them as aroace let them fuck#this being said i am aware there are more terms inside aroace etc etc etc and there are more ways of considering them aroace etc etc etc#this is NOT about that it's about being aware of how 'mmm it's the vibes!' argument does NOT work when it's stereotypes#it's like saying 'wow this robotic character is giving me autistic vibes idk why' LIKE CMON NOW WEFNEWLFNL YOU KNOW WHY#please don't cancel me i am giving my humble opinion as someone aroaspec#at the end of the day you can do whatever the fuck you want tbh#i'm not the shipping police here#arcane#viktor arcane#jinx arcane#jayvik#timebomb
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When I first joined Tumblr, I had no idea what I was walking into. Thereâs no manual for navigating this wild, untamed corner of the internet. My first moment here? I was greeted by an image completely naked, no warning, no explanation. It was just there, bold and unapologetic. Thatâs when I realized: Tumblr is a place where anything can happen.
But for all its chaos, Tumblr has become something far greater than I ever expected. For us Palestinians, this platform isnât just a space to scroll through memes or vent about life. Itâs a lifeline, a place where weâve taken the raw, messy energy of this site and turned it into a battleground for survival. Here, we tell our stories, raise funds, and fight for our lives.
Iâve seen campaigns soar past their goals, bringing hope to families barely holding on. But Iâve also seen campaigns like mine, ones that fight tooth and nail for every single dollar, every reblog, every addition, and every ounce of hope. My familyâs lives depend on this.
It hasnât been easy. Zionists flood all Palestinian words with hate, twisting truths and spreading lies. They aim to discredit us, to make people doubt us. Itâs exhausting. Some nights, I sit with my phone in my hands, wondering if this fight is too big for me. But then something beautiful happens: a donation comes through, a kind message appears, or someone Iâve never met reblogs my story with words that feel like a warm embrace.
And through it all, people are starting to see the truth. The hate doesnât drown us; it sharpens our voices. Every day, more people step forward to stand with us, to say, âI see you, I hear you, and Iâm with you.â Itâs those moments that keep me going.
To everyone who has already helped, whether through verification, donating, wrting post , reblogging, or simply sharing a kind word: thank you. Youâve done more for my family than I could ever put into words. But the reality is, weâre not there yet. My family is still waiting for a chance to breathe, to live without fear, to fill their empty stomachs with warm food, and to wrap themselves in clothes thick enough to keep out the bitter cold. Theyâre hungry, theyâre freezing, and I canât do this alone.
This fight is hard, but itâs not hopeless. Strangers have become friends, and friends have become family. Some of you have shown up in ways I never imagined, treating my familyâs survival as if it were your own. That kind of solidarity? Itâs powerful.
Tumblr might be chaotic, unpredictable, and sometimes downright bizarre, but itâs also the place where weâve built something extraordinary: a community that refuses to look away from injustice. With your help, we can take this fight all the way. My familyâs lives are within reach, and together, I know weâll get there.
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This is why I reject the idea that fanfiction isn't "real" writing. If you're a writer who's joining an existing project - be it a comic, a TV show, a game series, whatever - you need to have a very specific skillset:
You need to be able to study characters that aren't yours and figure out who they are on a deep level - not just personality and motives, but the way they talk, the way they emote, things they would or wouldn't do and what it would take to make them act differently.
You need to be able to work within the confines of existing history and worldbuilding, and evaluate whether something you want to add makes sense in the context of the world.
If you're going to introduce something that contradicts existing worldbuilding, you need to be able to justify it in-universe.
If you want a character to do something that contradicts their previous behavior, you need to show how the character justifies it to themself, or why they don't recognize it as a contradiction.
I'm not saying every fanfic writer has these skills, by any means - some fic writers don't care about canon compliance, some prefer to create their own versions of the world, and yeah, some just aren't very good writers. But if you're one of those writers who does work within the existing canon, and you get good at it, you're way more qualified to take over an ongoing story than some "real" writer who has never written canon-compliant fanfic in their life and is more interested in telling their story than continuing the characters' stories.
hey its me comic writer who constantly mischaracterizes characters because i turn them into ocs and two-dimensional self-inserts i'm gonna make your favorite character more accessible to new readers by regressing their growth, retconning longstanding canon, and ultimately making the timeline impossible to follow thus discouraging new readers while also inconveniencing dedicated fans by destroying the character they love so much hope you understand
#I specify canon-compliant fanfic because I know of at least one comic writer who did write fic before becoming an official writer#But as far as I know it had very little to do with canon and was just for personal entertainment#Which is fine but it doesn't develop the skills you would need to take over an ongoing story#And he did not show any interest in respecting preexisting canon when he became an official writer#Or in respecting the other writers' ongoing stories for that matter#âOh yeah this plot point would have major repercussions for a huge number of characters.â#âBut you'll never see them deal with those repercussions at all because they have a different writer with their own story in progress.â#âAlso I'm borrowing this character from the other writer for a few issues.â#âBut I can't go three pages without a joke so this really serious character who's kinda struggling mentally is gonna be a bit goofy.â#âDon't worry; we'll ignore that really major event in his recent past that gives him something in common with the villain here."#âHe would fight the villain anyway so who really cares about self-reflection or nuance.â
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I think the most heartbreaking thing about arcane is that there is CANONICALLY a universe where everyone lives, everyone is happy and everything is undeniably better, for everyone- its the only thing viâs ever wanted. For her family to be whole and thriving, but she isnt there to see it because she died. Everything she ever wanted and sheâll never know. Devastating
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# PUSSY TALK !! (vi x reader)
$YNOPSIS. youâve been feelinâ a little insecure about yourself lately. good thing you have a girlfriend whoâs head over heels for you, no matter what! // wc. 2.4k
warnings. insecure!reader, talk of body image + weight, face sitting, spanking (ass + clit), praise, dirty talk, stripping, oral sex, size kink (?), teasing, fingering, begging, squirting, overstimulation, mirrors, awkward aftercare, spooning, pet names
NSFW below the cut. minors, stay away. enjoy your read!
Dresses arenât your favourite piece of clothing. They never have been and they never will be, and even as you stare at yourself in the floor length mirror of your bedroom, you absolutely hate how this dress looks on you.
When you asked for something flared that would hide your curves, you didnât expect your tailor to make you look like an overstuffed cream puff. The flared sleeves hang off of your arms like misplaced scraps of fabric, and the material pools at your feet, surrounding you in an unceremonious circle. You look frumpy, you feel frumpy, and nothing in the world could have convinced you that this is the dress you were going to wear to the annual Councillorâs Gala.
âWhat the fuckâŚâ You turn around to inspect the back, and itâs even worse than you thought. It seems as if the tailor has attempted a daring backless design, but to you, it just looks like a gaping hole, the fabric tight and loose in all the wrong places before messily accumulating just above the apple of your ass. It looks horrible, and if you werenât insecure enough, this dress makes you feel like a laughing stock.Â
And thatâs when the dreaded words come out of your mouth. âI seriously need to lose weight.â
Someone doesnât like that, because out of nowhere, you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin on your shoulder. âAnd whyâs that? I think it looks perfect.âÂ
Vi loves seeing you in dresses. She thinks they make you look so graceful, no matter what shape you choose. It solidifies the fact that you are her perfect princess, and she will never understand why you hate them when they make you look so pretty.Â
She also doesnât understand this whole weight thing you have going on. If anything, one of the things that first had her on her knees for you was your body, and like now, she always feels a need to be touching it, whether it be stroking your thighs or kissing your collarbone or, like now, wrapping her arms around your perfect waist and pulling you into her chest.Â
ââM not perfect though, Vi,â you grumble, hands running along the sides of your chest and resting over where her hands cradle your tummy. âI look like a creampuff.âÂ
âCreampuffs are sweet. I like creampuffs,â she says, her eyes making contact with yours in the mirror as she noses your neck. âI like you.â
You roll your eyes and whine. âI know you like me, Vi. But thatâs not gonna change the fact that I hate this dress.âÂ
âTake it off then.â She says it like itâs the simplest thing in the world, like youâre not going to be stuck in it for three whole hours, playing the part of a member of high society whilst trying your hardest to ignore the obvious stares at the atrocity which is your outfit. You want to tell Vi that it seriously isnât as easy as that, but youâre distracted by her hands slipping into the open back of your dress.Â
âI can help you,â she whispers in your ear, and you can feel the cold metal of her nose piercing against your heated skin. âTake it off, I mean. Relax.âÂ
âViâŚâ
âCan we try something?â She begins to kiss your neck slowly, and you whimper when you feel the rough scar on her lip brush against your heated flesh. âI know youâve been feeling some way about your body lately, and to be honest, I have no idea why because your body is already so fucking perfectâŚâ Her hands slide up the insides of your dress, and you lift your shoulders automatically as she slips those god awful sleeves off of your shoulders. âThereâs something I want you to do for me.â
After all this time, she hasnât broken eye contact once, and you notice her eyes go dark when she shoves the front of your dress down, only to find your perky nipples staring right back at her. âWhat is it?âÂ
âSit on my face,â she states simply, hands coming round to rub at your tits. âI want all of it, baby. Your whole body. I want you to fuckinâ suffocate me.â
You probably will. You stare at your girlfriend in the mirror incredulously, because thereâs no way in the universe that youâre going to sit on her face. Not in a million years, and certainly not today. âNo.â
âGive me one good reason why not.â She has a point, because itâs getting increasingly hard to refute her when her hands are making their way underneath the front material of your dress, letting it drop to the floor and revealing your regulation panties. âGo on, give me one good reason why you shouldnât sit on my face.â Before you can open your mouth to protest, Vi smiles and bites your shoulder. âAnd your weight is not a valid answer.âÂ
You raise your eyebrows. âViolet.â
âYes, baby?â She acts like nothing is wrong, like asking you to crush her skull in between your legs a couple hours before the most important event of the year is a completely normal request. And she continues to act this way, even when she slips her hand into your panties, fingers eagerly in search of your clit. âSo what Iâm hearing is you donât want to sit on my face, and you donât want me to make you feel so good that you forget all about this stupid dress and that stupid gala?âÂ
Your back arches into her chest when she starts rubbing your clit in small circles, lips widening into a smile as she watches you unravel against her. âThatâs not what I said.âÂ
âSo why are you acting like you donât want it?â Sheâs taunting you now, fingers halting all movement on your clit and sliding down lower, tips starting to tease your quivering hole. âBecause I know you want it, baby. Sheâs telling me you want it.âÂ
You hate how Vi can read you like a book. You do want this, but youâre worried, and she makes sure to eliminate of all of that worry by slipping her fingers into your cunt, mouth dropping open in wonder when you begin to crumple against her.
âVi, please.âÂ
âNo.â Stubborn. âYouâre not cumming unless youâre where you're supposed to be, princess. My game, my rules, and no amount of that pretty begging is gonna change that.âÂ
You bite your lip as you feel her palm grind against your clit, fingers speeding up and continually assaulting your sweet spot. Itâs so hard not to beg her to let you cum, especially with the way sheâs holding eye contact with you so intensely.Â
âSay the words, and that orgasmâs yours,â she mumbles, smile ever present as her fingers alternate speeds. âCome on baby, I know you can.â
You can, you will, and you do. Your pleas to cum are replaced with nonsensical begging and whimpering, your hands futilely clawing at her biceps as you try to rip her fingers away from your weeping hole. âIâll do it, Iâll do it, just let me cum, Vi, please-â
All of a sudden, the pressure building up inside of you dissipates, and you notice Vi licking her fingers clean as she backs towards the bed. âThatâs what I like to hear,â she laughs, sitting down on the bed in a way that has you weak in the knees. âCome take a seat, princess.âÂ
Embarrassingly enough, thatâs all it takes to have you stepping out of the pool of fabric on the floor and crawling onto the bed towards her, legs planted on either side of her hips as you bend over and catch her lips in a heated kiss. Itâs loud and itâs messy, her hands sliding up your thighs and onto your covered ass as you grind down onto her knee, tongue intertwining with hers in a clash of passion and need.Â
âGood fucking girl,â she groans, squeezing the flesh of your ass before slapping it hard, drawing a quiet gasp from your lips. âCome on, baby, câmere, come sit.âÂ
Your hands splay the surface of her chest as you push her back onto the bed lightly, chest heaving gently with every heated breath you take. Vi looks up at you like youâre the most beautiful girl in the world, because to her, you are, and she wouldnât want to be underneath anyone else.Â
âThere she is,â she whispers as you situate yourself comfortably on her chest. âMy pretty girl, huh?âÂ
âIâm nervous,â you mumble, hips beginning to move slowly as you plant your hands on either side of her head. âI⌠donât wanna hurt you.â
âTrust me, you wonât.â She captures your hips in her strong hands and pulls you further up her body, letting you hover just above her collarbone. âIâve lifted this perfect body with my own two hands before. What makes you think a little face sitting will hurt me?âÂ
In a way, sheâs right. Vi is strong, more so than most people. If it got too much, she would be able to move you effortlessly, and-
Youâre pulled out of your train of thought by the feeling of Viâs nose nestling in between your legs, rubbing up against your pulsing clit under your panties. âViâŚâ
âYouâre thinkinâ too much, baby,â she groans, voice muffled in between your thighs. âJust do it.â This time, she doesnât leave you any time to think, because sheâs now mouthing at your cunt through your panties, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you ever closer. You gasp in surprise, one hand coming up to grip onto the headboard as you fight not to lose balance.Â
Another thing about Vi: sheâs impatient. And when you hesitate to begin moving your hips, she does it for you, fingers pulling the seat of your underwear to one side and arms pushing you down hard.Â
âSheâs so wet, baby, I donât know how you can say you donât want this.â Her tongue darts out to lick your throbbing clit and you whine, hips stuttering as you stare hazily at the mess of pink hair in between your legs. Vi is staring up at you with lust swirling in her eyes, and you can feel her smile on your cunt as her tongue slides downwards to your entrance. âI mean, she is practically begging me to eat her out. Is that what you want?â
Before you can answer her, youâre caught off guard by her hand slapping at your clit playfully, sending pleasured shockwaves throughout your system. â âM not talking to you anymore, silly,â she laughs, thumbs rubbing at the area she just assaulted. âIâm talking to her, since my girl doesnât seem to know what she wants anymore.â
âStop it,â you grumble, but Vi pays no notice, resuming her languid licks on your pussy. Your protests are quickly turned into prolonged whines and whimpers of her name, the pressure once taken from you beginning to build in your core with each shallow thrust of her tongue into your hole.Â
âNot until sheâs satisfied, angel.â And she means it, because the grip she has on your thighs is nothing next to lethal, and you feel yourself begin to shake as the pressure builds more and more. âAnd sheâs getting close, donât you think?â
She is. Your head begins to swim and you tangle your fingers in Viâs hair in an attempt to stabilise yourself but it proves futile, mouth dropping open as you beg her to let you finish. âVi, please, please, Iâm sorry, I-â
âNothinâ to apologise for, angel, youâre doing a great job.â You have no idea how she still manages to speak when sheâs being all but crushed in the trap that is your quivering thighs, but her voice drives you ever closer, your hips grinding down onto her happily awaiting tongue as you chase your orgasm desperately. You want it- no, you need it, and when she begins to massage your ass sensually, you think you might just squirt.
âVi...â
âYeah, baby? Is she telling you something?â She loves playing this game, delaying your orgasm as long as possible whilst making it impossible to hold yourself back. It feels like her hands are everywhere because suddenly her thumb is massaging your clit, and youâre begging her like thereâs no tomorrow.
She seems satisfied by your begging, because she takes one arm off of your thigh to use her fingers to fuck your needy cunt. âCum for me baby, c,mon. Give it to me.â
And give it to her, do you, and in gracious abundance at that. Your juices drench her face unceremoniously as you twitch above her, spine shaking as you hold on to her hair for dear life. Youâre all but riding her tongue, and sheâs moaning profusely into your cunt, the vibrations only heightening your sensitivity. And try as you might, you canât pull her away, her mouth a suction as she pushes you unforgivingly into overstimulation.
When youâre all but ready to surrender your stability to her relentless assault in between your legs, you feel a strong pair of hands lifting you off of her mouth gently, and light kisses being littered all over the expanse of your thighs. Viâs mouth travels along your skin lazily, her powdery blue eyes looking up at your shaky form with nothing but love etched into her irises. You barely begin to register the sweet praises she gives you, instead basking in the afterglow of your intense climax mixed with the feeling of her hands stroking your back.
Moments later and youâre laying down on the bed next to her, curled in a foetal position as you fight the army of sleep threatening to overthrow you. âAre you tired?â
âMhm.â
âWhy donât you⌠skip the gala? Stay here with me, Iâll cook, andâŚâ
You think the difference between the Vi laying next to you now and the Vi who made you climax to the brink of passing out is a cute one. Sheâs never been too good with aftercare, instead trying to make awkward conversation in an attempt to divert from the fact that she just rocked your world in more ways than one. âWe can stay home. Iâll tell the organisers I wasnât feeling too well.â That, and the fact that god awful dress made you want to bust a nerve.
Vi smiles at you gently, and you wish you could stay like this with her forever. âSounds good. Iâm looking forward to it.â
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The way Nanami subtly doms you
Tags: dom!Nanami x fem!Reader, sub!Reader, dom/sub relationship, NO age regression, sub space.
An: yeah idk i feel like nanamiâs very subtle with his domming style, but i see shiu kong as full on dom.
⢠Nanami isnât the type to flex his dominance over you. He doesnât have to be rude or degrading to drive the point home. You know exactly when he gives you that look, it means to behave. His hazel eyes cut in your direction, and his eyebrow raises ever so slightly, like heâs amused by your disobedience. However, he doesnât smile â doesnât reward bad behavior.
⢠âWant to say that again?â, âLanguage.â, âDidnât I tell you no pouting?â when youâre being a brat and mouthing off. bonus points if heâs pulling his tie away from his neck and slowly wrapping it around his palm.
⢠Itâs simple, but he gives you his hoodies or coats to wear when youâre out and about. He likes seeing his clothes encompassed your body, and he enjoys that everyone will immediately be able to tell just whose you are.
⢠Speaking of clothes, Nanamiâs not the type to tell you when you can and canât wear something. Heâs confident in his abilities to keep you safe, but that doesnât mean he wonât make suggestions. âAre you sure about the skirt, sweetheart? I donât want your legs getting cold.â
⢠He takes great care of you in an inconspicuous manner. Heâll adjust your clothes on you, buttoning up your top or gently fixing your unruly hair. Heâll throw your towel and pajamas (that he picked out for you) in the dryer when youâre in the shower, so they are all warm and cozy for you when you get out.
⢠Nanami is also the type to set a pretty firm bedtime for you. He knows how much you like to stay up and how ill you get in the mornings if you hadnât had a minimum of 8 hours of rest. So, he sets you on a pretty strict bedtime schedule and routine. Donât worry. Heâs there every night to cuddle you to sleep.
⢠Insistent that you hold his hand while you two are out. He knows how distractible you are, and it eases his mind when your palm rests in his.
⢠The way he talks can throw you straight into a more submissive headspace, and he knows it too. He doesnât do it often, but when he notices you getting too stressed or burnt out, heâll immediately start with the dom talk, âMy baby needs a break, doesnât she?â Heâll coo and pull you into his lap, and when you inevitably lean into his touch, âThere she is. Did my baby miss me?â
⢠Nanami sees it as a gentlemanly thing, but it could also be seen as another form of domming. He doesnât let you touch a single door handle if heâs with you, and you best believe heâs walking on the outside. Youâre tucked beside him on the inside of the sidewalk. Heâll also never let you hold a shopping bag. No, he does not care that heâs holding a bunch of Victoriaâs Secret and Ulta bags. He pays for everything. If your car needs gas, Nanami fills it up.
⢠On the off chance that you two are out, and heâs not right beside you, all he has to do is curl his finger and point at the ground in front of him to let you know that he wants you to come to him, and you better do as youâre told.
⢠The king of giving simple stern instructions. âLook at me.â âSpeak up, baby.â, âCome here, now.â, âGive me a kiss.â, âAsk nicely.â
⢠Nanami will sit on the couch, spread his legs, and pat his knee when he wants you to sit on his lap. He doesnât even have to give simple instructions for that.
⢠Even while he does all this, he respects your independence, autonomy, and intelligence. Letâs bffr rn heâs your biggest supporter in everything you do. Heâs so in love with you because he knows how smart and hard working you are. Heâs so damn lucky that he gets to be the man to pamper you and ease your weary mind. He loves being that safe space for you, so you can just relax, lean on him, and just be you.
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Thank god returnable coke bottles are coming back, but it speaks volumes how difficult it is to find markets that take part.
#only small markets here and it's the biggest city in the country (brazil)#I unfortunately like the taste of coke so I keep 3 returnable bottles at a time and come in to trade each week#i feel less bad about it but I must never forget it's not my fault or my responsibility.#My 3 bottles/week pales in comparison to the shit the industry does.#but I also consider switching 100% to returnables is Voting With My Money.#companies won't care about the environment unless the consumers show that caring is profitable#so while this fucked up system is at work I will vote with my money for the business model that fucks up the world a little less.#ALSO REMEMBER: This isn't just coke it's every brand under the coca cola group.#you can also be at peace if you make sure you hand deliver PET bottles and Cans get to a recycling plant because those are recyclable.#the issue is getting them there. And as long as you separate your recycling that is the system's fault not yours.#anyway sorry I could talk about this crap at LENGHT.#rant from your neighborhood environmentalist.#know its not your fault and rally against whose fault it really is.#being blamed shouldn't be an excuse for the companies and being blameless shouldn't be an excuse for complacency.
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