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hey man it’s star wars it’s not that serious. i made a joke about dave filoni’s inability to pick up a book. i will admit i haven’t read the heir to empire books because quite frankly, i have no interest in that storyline, not because i don’t like legends or that i think only canon should be thought of when creating new star wars projects. i’m actually a pretty big fan of legends! especially kotor and swtor!

i do think that heir to the empire thrawn and canon thrawn are similar, but not interchangeably similar. you couldn’t put canon thrawn in the heir to the empire books and get the same results, and vice versa. canon thrawn is not as ruthless as legends thrawn, and definitely not as ruthless as how dave filoni wants him to be. they’re not the same character because they exist in two different contexts! and i’m pretty sure filoni hasn’t even read any legends material, or if he did he has a very poor understanding of it.

my original post is more of a dig at the ahsoka show if anything. thrawn acts like a super villain, he’s all pro empire, which is how legends thrawn is! canon thrawn repeatedly commits treason because he’s not pro empire, in fact he’s quite pro chiss ascendency!

also! outbound flight isn’t canon, memories is a nod to it, but it doesn’t make the book canon. i doubt heir to the empire will be recanonized either. we’ll probably see some fucked up frankenstein of canon thrawn and legends thrawn in the near future. and i will continue to dismiss the legends books in the context of figuring out current star wars because they aren’t canon, they’re legends.

hello, dave filoni. it looks like you’ve been ignoring the canon thrawn trilogies in order to change thrawn’s character into something more similar to the heir to empire trilogy that is no longer canon. i’m sure this makes thrawn fans so happy. let’s play a game: you have six books in front of you…the thrawn trilogy and thrawn ascendency trilogy. you have one hour to read these and come up with an actual understanding of thrawn’s complex motivations and personality or you will be thrown into a sarlacc pit.

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Hello there! :3 Welcome to my blog! This is my introductory post.

I’m known as Drago or Abyss online! (Either nickname is great) and I go by She/They/Xe pronouns as well as none too, haha. I’m an adult, mind you so non-mutual and non-friended minors DNI in terms of private messaging (asks aren’t that to me since I post those) in general!* (*following/liking/reblogging/asks etc. I don’t count it on [minor-friendly] reposts n’ stuff either. See DNI/BYF list below.)

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📖Blog Info

This blog is for (pretty much) everything I do, including my art n’ stuff! (pssst, see my [new-ish] art blog at for unfinished stuff n’ sketches too- I’m only posting finished stuff here because that’s how I like it! It’s @an-artsy-planetary-black-hole btw)

I hope at least some of you enjoy looking around! I’m not exactly the most consistent mind you, but I will try my healthy best to not let this blog collect cobwebs lol.

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🏷️Taglist and my interests!

All the tags that will be frequently used ubiquitously/all over this blog are here! Important if you need to find certain things here or block them for yourself! (Check back if you want as this might change!)

#drago yaps - everything with text from me! Including this thingy.

#other’s dragon scrolls - everyone else’s stuff, especially for reblogs!

#abyss answers - my ask tag! Feel free to ask me stuff, anons welcome!

#abyss’s stuff - My art, writing and other things I make!! Everything created by me is with this tag. This main blog will just repost my finished pieces from my art blog @an-artsy-planetary-black-hole

#pip the planet and #pinn the black hole - my sona(s)! [Click here for their reference! (art blog)] They are my OCs/Original Characters too, and they aren’t in the interest tags due to them being both a representation of myself and an OC! (And not an established media elsewhere!) You’ll see this tag only really paired with my art and any fanart I get of them. (which for now is no one lmao)

#ships - No, not the actual ships haha, relationships. Everything I ship goes with this one - and be warned, I have a lot I ship! (ship names will be accompanied by this tag btw I’m not listing them all) This’ll be between fictional characters for me, sometimes polygamous, (consensual partnership between three [or more] people), sometimes monogamous. (the traditional consensual two-partner format)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Unless the original post/account has a ship tag(s) on the work, I will not add one. (if I ship it myself) I consider this a given respect for the choice of shipping and/or not shipping characters together and will not just be assuming things from my point of view if there’s no visible indication. I will not budge on this.

#yumeship/x reader/selfshipping - for when there’s a ship that includes me (or other people that aren’t fiction) shipping themselves with a fictional character!

#SPOILER ALERT - Self explanatory, but this is for when (usually fresh spoilers by a general rule) spoilers related to my interests can be found! Not everything will be tagged with this spoiler warning, especially older media/old (3 years at a minimum) spoilers, so beware!!! This blog is NOT spoiler friendly!! I’d recommend blocking this tag if you hate spoilers, but know it might take a visible chunk outta the reblogs with the newer media/spoilers ‘cuz I’m a bit of a nerd with my interests lol.

Interest/Fandom tags I will use (or reblog) for my blog!!

There’s many more interests I have but I won’t bother adding them unless it pops up here in any way! Some fandoms n’ stuff I might not put here because they aren’t a big interest I have, but instead just what I find cool in the moment (especially art) anyway

#reading/writing - self explanatory, but everything to do with reading and/or writing! Fanfics, books, dairies, notebooks… you name it!

#CRK - aka Cookie Run Kingdom, a mobile game where you forget everyone in that game is actually a sentient and sapient cookie/dessert lol.

#Deltarune - sequel (kinda, it’s complicated) by Toby Fox to Undertale, where objects come alive in darkness.

#Undertale - most people online know what game this is by now but for clarity’s sake, it’s the hit game by Toby Fox where you delve deep underground to save (or murder if you’re feeling mean) monsters. #Minecraft - Do I really need to explain this one? Fine. Minecraft is a block-based game where you build, create and fight in a strange world.

#TADC - aka The Amazing Digital Circus, a web series by GLITCH Productions about a cast of zany characters in a quest not to go crazy!

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🎯DNI (Do Not Interact) List and/or BYF (Before You Follow) List

While generally speaking I don’t mind being interacted with at all, there’s a few exceptions of people I will NOT tolerate interacting, getting hate from being myself, or other such nonsense. These include, but are not limited to:

Homophobia, Terfs/Transphobes, those who hate anyone in general for their preferences or gender etc. the list goes on.

Racists, those who discriminate on anyone’s disabilities (mental and physical), deliberately and knowingly supporting harmful organisations who do so and more.

Pedos/“Minor-attracted People”/Lolicon/Shotacon etc. the list those with that call themselves that are attracted to children non-platonically (aka not treated as just friends) are *not* welcome here. I don’t care who you are otherwise. No. I’m not comfortable with it at all.

Those that support/advocate for/ignore in a harmful manner any genocide or war in ANY form. I don’t care whoever country or state or whatever LOOKS good - I’m not supporting war or genocide full stop.

Bullies/trolls etc. for multiple reasons.

Shipping drama, and most harmful dramas, in general! I’m not a drama llama and never will be.

If I find out you are a minor (and I mean under 18, based on the law in my country specifically, not referring to the 13+ tumblr account requirement!) and you aren’t a mutual or trusted one I WILL NOT let you message me privately (asks are ok) if you aren’t already someone I know and trust elsewhere OR I know I can trust you (that’ll take a lotta talking with me, mind you) to keep it clean [SFW] until you’re over 18. This is for your safety and mine. I’m being firm. DO *NOT* DM (aka Direct Message) adult strangers online as a minor full stop. Otherwise, I am happy to let you interact with me as a minor SO LONG AS you keep it both SFW/L (aka Safe For Work/Life) and in a friend sort of way!

I yumeship and ship characters (THAT ARE LEGAL! Platonic friendship is all I believe in for actual minor characters and that’s final) together, sometimes with no distinction between ships, so if you hate that please leave ASAP. I will also say I am open to yumeship ‘sharing’ IN THE SENSIBILITY there’s two of the same fictional character but in different universes, so y’know. I won’t share if anything is implied that we have to share one - that’s boring in my opinion (poly yume with a real person included is not my style at all) and often leads back to drama I don’t want.

NO GEN AI!! ever! Not using it, not endorsing it. I get a bit ill (and that’s really hard for me to get, mind you!) just thinking about the environmental and human consequences. (See youtube videos on towns near data centres in general and you’ll hopefully [if anything] understand my disgust towards generative AI in its currently wasteful state.)

Scam bots that pretend to be people. You aren’t slick and never will be, scam bot owners. I will report and block the moment I flick my eyes over to those monstrosities. Only good bots and bot owners allowed.

I may show up unannounced on your (sometimes art) blog(s) one day and spam like stuff. I only really hold back if I see something there on your blog that says to do otherwise. I sometimes even like stuff that I’m not in a fandom with, though that’s a toooouuuch less likely to happen :3 I also kinda like following. A lot. I follow back too.

I will tolerate negativity towards (usually parts of) the things I like (sometimes I may even agree to some extent as I believe things can be very flawed but still able to be liked) but do not pile it on me repeatedly. I am not a mouthpiece for anyone’s full on negativity, and I’d rather not deal with that.

I will freely block, ignore etc. as I want on this blog, and no, I will not explain why unless it really was an accident or something. Thanks.

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That is about it for now! This will change a lot as my blog grows!

See ya~

*warps away in a flash of coloured particles*

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clint gets cockworshipped (clint x f!reader)

wc: 5.4k | other fics | rating: 18+ | ao3

summary: clint deserves some cock worship

tags: cock worship/blowjob pwp, clint comes twice (2!), a little overstim, established relationship, f!reader is able bodied with curly hair mentioned (if you don’t have curly hair and you can’t imagine it for this then it’s not for u, sorry not sorry my poc babes catch pink pussy strays all the time with no warning; you can pretend or not idc), my adhd brain cell can't edit anymore so if there are words missing in sentences soz

a/n: i love this character and the vibe he had with his girl; this fic IS written as reader x clint but, yeah i was picturing grace the whole time (sue me) and i added a reference to the movie she wanted clint to rent bc fuck it why not- this can be read pre-canon or as post-canon-she-lived!au but no baby, pregnancy, or marriage references are made (you can imagine them if you want just don’t tell me about it thx) 

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Clint planted the idea in your head, so it’s his fault really. Maybe he didn’t say it out loud—but he said it with his actions. He never lets you make it all about him. Not in the way you want.

He’s too proud. Too stubborn. Too efficient. Too fucking good looking when he’s breathing like he just ran ten blocks and his eyes are clouded with that intoxicating blend of lust and possession. 

So you always fold. 

Or, you always let him pull you off his cock and fold you into whatever position he’s been holding himself back for. Maybe he wants to eat it from the back until you’re collapsing in front of him or lay you on your back and fold your knees to your chest so he can see everything while you melt. But you’re determined to watch him fall apart. Not in submission, but in safety. You want him to lean into that feral edge he gets when you’re on your knees and he palms the back of your head. When he almost slips into something raw and selfish. Clint isn’t a selfish man, though. He’s built with devotion and grit. He takes it as his duty to be the kind of lover he thinks you would want to brag about. The kind of lover that focuses on you and your pleasure. 

And in his man flavored brain he hasn’t considered that you might get off on pleasing him. 

So he doesn’t indulge. Doesn’t surrender. Doesn’t luxuriate.

You can practically hear his inner voice. His thoughts and the visceral sensation from his perspective. 

When he nears the edge—testing his resolve—he’s prideful about his self-control. Thinks it makes him a better man to hold off. Never falling too deep into the seduction of your mouth.

Your teasing tongue. The soft, warm slip of your lips, enveloping just the tip. Like a warm bath cascading over every nerve, cushioning every ridge and vein. 

Slipping and sliding, in and out and in and out. He loses his tether to space and time. 

Squeezing, sucking—engulfing him in your mouth, freeing his mind in waves.

Until the abstract starts to take shape. Building and building. 

The pressure. 

Building and building. 

The escape. 

Relief is so close, but the build up is fucking divine. 

And then your eyes. The glassy, faraway gaze you get when you’re so lost to the baser carnality of flesh and sin. The way your lips swell and shine as you work harder, faster. Bobbing up and down. Sucking in your cheeks. Using your hand to coat his shaft in saliva. 

Until you’re hungry. Ravenous. 

Taking more and more. 

Until his dick is nudging the back of your throat, the spongy tip working deeper as your muscles constrict. 

Until something clicks deep inside you, and that low, filthy moan starts rolling out without permission.

Until your groaning vibrates against the head of his cock, and he nestles deeper into your throat. You both feel it—his length throbbing desperately inside of you.

When tears run down your cheeks, and everything is a wet mess, dripping from your chin—

When just the tip grazing the back of your throat is about to turn into shoving his cock mercilessly deeper and deeper? 

That’s when he always stops. 

That’s when he pulls you off of him. His hands holding you back like he’s holding off a demon. Like he has to stop you from devouring him whole. For his survival. 

Your gnashing, vicious glare is quickly softened. But a mess of tears and anguish bubbles instead. Tempting him, like only his body can release you from this torture. 

But you don’t get your way. You’re shushed. 

Dismissed. You argue with teary eyes and a ragged, hoarse voice. Protesting his cruelty. You think that part might clue him in. 

The fact that he’s the one dragging you off of him. 

That you’re crying on your knees for more by your own volition. 

You think, maybe, if he’s so devoted to bringing you pleasure, to coaxing you into waves of bliss—mindless, syrupy, boneless bliss–that just maybe, he’d let you keep going. Let you spend the time you want with your lips wrapped around his thick cock. That he’d give himself to you with trust. 

If he wants to do such a good job pleasing you–then maybe he ought to let you have your way.

Let you twist your soft fist, pumping his cock from base to tip. Filling the room with debased wet noises as the pool of saliva under your tongue drips, thick and shining, over your knuckles and beneath your palm. 

Let you hear him. Unfiltered. No more strangled grunts and throaty groans. You want to hear him call out for you openly, from his heart and from the caveman part of his brain he keeps domesticated most of the time. 

You crave the deep, thrumming moan of satisfaction. His elation reverberating in your bones. 

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So this morning, before he got out of bed, you made him agree. You drive a sharp, no-nonsense bargain. No outs. All your demands spread on the table—or the sheets—between you. You wanna take your time and you want him to enjoy it. No, there's no ulterior motive and there’s no anniversary he’s forgetting about. “Okay,” he murmurs into your ear before giving you a chaste good morning and good-bye kiss. He hesitates when he catches the hard line between your brows. “You always say that.” “Do I?” “Mhmm. You say ‘okay’ when we start messing around—during the movie I picked and before I know it you’re fucking the daylights outta me and I’m passing out in your ratty old t-shirt again.” “I thought you liked wearing my shirts to bed,” he argues but the soft smile peeking out the corner of his eyes tempers you. “Maybe.” You shift your hips to pull at the aforementioned shirt where it’s twisting and bunched up underneath you. With a soft huff you add, “Just say ‘yes’.” “You got it backwards, babe. Nancy says ‘just say no’.”

“Shut up.” You toss a pillow at him for that. “I’m not offering ‘free’ drugs. Just let me do something for you. You work too hard. Too much dangerous shit.” He gives you a sober look as he pulls his arm through the sleeve of his shirt. “It’s not forever. And I’d do it every day for us, there’s no you owing me anything.” “I know,” you sigh softly. The sun filtering through the dusty blinds is already warm on your skin. Neither of you have a lot. But you have each other. And that fills him with enough pride to fight tooth and nail to get out of the debt he was born into—no matter the job. “Why don’t you consider it doing something for me?” “This shouldn’t even be an argument.” “That’s what I’m saying!” You stretch dramatically before crossing the room, feet padding across the worn carpet. “Don’t trip. I just wanna see my man let go and come down my throat.” He lets you pull him in for another kiss. You can feel the heat of your words dancing on his tongue as he deepens it, palm firm around your jaw, encouraging you to keep going. You pull back with a soft laugh. “We could do it now.” “Baby, you weren’t even listening!” You scoff, giving him a gentle push. “I said I wanted to take my time. I’d miss half my shift.” He relents and you send him off with a stern ‘be safe.’ 

He thinks you’ll forget. But you won’t. You can’t. You told him over and over again that this is all you’ve been able to think about. And despite the fact that he scares the shit out of anyone that looks in your direction, he doesn’t scare you with his attitude. And when you get home from your shift it’s only gotten worse. The insatiable thirst to feel him clear your mind—fucking your mouth like he means to replace every thought with the weight of him. To only have the mental capacity to focus on breathing and relaxing your muscles. It keeps you fired up enough to drag him straight to the bedroom, before you’ve even gotten out of your work clothes.

You warn harshly that if he tries to stop you, you’re going to come up with your own punishment for him. You don’t miss the way his eyes darken and his nostrils flare when you threaten him.

No. Today, your hulking debt collector—with his sour looks, dry humor, and leather jacket—is going to let you take what you want. And you tell him as much in a rant interrupted by a few kisses punctuated with your teeth tugging at his lower lip and clothes being pulled off and tossed to the floor. Stubborn as he is, he knows you’re even worse. So he’s pliant when you push him to sit at the edge of the bed, settling onto the mattress with a knowing gaze. 

Clint is still and quiet as you start. His own head is still full of enough bullshit from the day.

Just watching. Breathing. Nothing else exists when you drop to your knees in front of him. When you look up at him it’s not loaded with faux innocence and the frustration is already dissipating, all that’s left on your face is the joy and a hint of sinister satisfaction. It sparkles in your eyes and has you buzzing. 

He’s yours and you’ve got no mercy now. Just a desire to give. And Clint? He starts to slip so quickly now. Enjoying the way you hum, tongue flat against the underside of his cock, vibrating soft and low. As if you’d been starved, you start with making out with his tip, lathing your tongue along the crown, suckling and swirling it between your lips and letting your saliva and his precome pour from your tongue so you can coat his shaft down to his balls. Messy. Sloppy. Eager.

Wet, obscene sucking sounds mix with his throaty grunts in the warm evening air. He’s beginning to loosen up and you’ve barely gotten started. You pay special attention to the sensitive spot that you know makes his stomach muscles tense and his toes snap. His own groan is cut off with a strained curse. You ease off the intensity, but for every sound he makes you reward him with a more enthusiastic response. Trying to tell him you love to hear him. To keep going. Louder.  

“Fuck, that feels good.” Yes! Like that. You stroke him with your mouth and hand in tandem, hoping to milk another sentence out of him. It’s not that he doesn’t praise you normally or that he doesn’t love to murmur something filthy in your ear in bed—in the checkout line at the grocery store. It’s that you just wanna hear it pouring out of him without a filter. You want to hear him so fucked out—because of you—that he can’t help but spill whatever’s in his head. You want to hear him unravel out loud. He’s getting there. Encouraging you with more soft praise that makes your chest swell and your cunt flutter. 

You pull off his dick with a wet pop, moving to kiss and suck at the base. You continue with your hand, slow, firm, pumping along the smooth skin and twisting your wrist—keeping him revved up, but not overwhelmed. Not a race. “Keep talking.” You meant for it to sound like a seductive purr—but to your surprise it’s edged with something desperate. His cock jumps in response, the muscles in his thighs ripple with tension. “Please, I need to hear you.” Again, you’ve got his number, the kick in his shaft and the clench of his jaw confirm your discovery. “Shit. Yeah, okay.” His chest is already heaving, and his eyes half-hooded. He pushes some loose curls back from your face as you start to take one of his balls into your warm mouth. You play with silky smooth skin on your tongue. “You make me feel so fucking good.” You move to the other. Letting your eyes fall shut for a moment and breathing deep. The musky scent is grounding. It also makes you want to dig your nails into his thighs and take him for a fucking ride.

His hand slides around to your jaw and you pull back, licking your lips. Then his thumb finds your mouth, slow and deliberate, tracing your lower lip before slipping past your teeth, like he’s trying to soothe the riot in his chest. 

You suck on it, eyes locked on his, and something shifts in his expression. A quiet flicker. Awe, maybe. Or disbelief.

“Come here,” he murmurs, voice gone gravel-soft. He guides you back onto his cock, his other hand cradling the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair as he settles in.

“Just like that,” he breathes. “Goddamn, you look so pretty like this.”

His thumb stays at the edge of your mouth, wiping a smear of spit from your cheek as his hips lift just a little, more instinct than control. “Like you were made for me.”

His words swirl over you, thick and sweet like the smoke from a Black and Mild, curling slow down your spine. The heat flows smooth and slow, flowing down your spine as droplets of sweat threaten to form. 

You work him with precision, knowing his body like an instrument. Conducting an orchestra of one.

His sentences turn to grunted single-syllable words each time you take a little more of his dick. Sweat beads form in constellations on his chest as it rises and falls. 

He’s in deep now. Under your spell. 

Entranced by your bright little moans and the gleam in your eyes as you stare up at him. 

He knows no more words. 

Just heavy, ragged breathing interspersed with choked sounds. You use your tongue to tease, swirling and tracing along every nerve you can locate.

Involuntary moans, frustration and something raw are strangled in his throat and reflected in your own. You’re frenzied, just as fucked out from taking him apart as he is from being deconstructed by your mouth. 

He strains, thighs flexing, as you suck and swallow lewdly. Your tongue could be numb, but you need more. You don’t stop. You can’t stop.  

He swells on your tongue, getting heavier and harder like your mouth is coaxing it out of him. 

Your lips strain around him, stretched just wide enough to ache, your jaw protesting each inch. The head of his cock drags slow against your palate, thick and impossibly hot, filling every inch until your throat has no choice but to yield. 

You breathe through your nose, fighting the instinct to gag. Your whole body tightens like it’s wired straight to your throat. The delicious pressure—dense, unrelenting—makes your throat pulse around him. He’s reduced to something primal. Revealed to be just as debauched at his most raw and unfiltered. He thrusts harshly, finally shoving himself down your throat the way you wanted. Fucking your mouth with abandon, his eyes rolled back and tendons in his forearms rippling as he clenches his fists. You gag, obscene and choking on the force of it. He’s heavy on your tongue, riding the edge of unbearable—until his wide hands force you off. He cradles your jaw between his hands, briefly letting you back off to cough before he supports the weight of your head. You stare up at his face, taking in every detail. The patchy flush scaling up his neck and his mouth drooped in a stupor. Wrecked and euphoric. 

But Clint’s dark eyes are glinting with an alertness you weren’t expecting. He looms over you with something wicked and enticing settling into his features. 

The view sends a rush of hedonistic desire barreling through you. And a deviant grin spreads on your face, before you open your mouth wide, laying your tongue out for more. A dark chuckle shakes Clint’s ribs. “So fucking stubborn,” he growls, his voice rough and dangerous. He releases his grip, watching with an amused smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth when he sees the effort it takes for you to hold your own head up. You squirm under his heady gaze, rubbing your thighs together seeking any relief for your throbbing pussy. Hoping he doesn’t call you out for it. Not right now.  If you were to give in. Fold. Beg him to fuck you now, you know he would. You’d sob, writhe, and wail at just the kiss of his cockhead against your clit. The heat and pressure would have you undone before he could sink it inside of you. Your swollen bundle of nerves pulses with anticipation and frustration. 

You know he’d torture you deliciously. Fuck you slow and heavy, make you feel every inch before giving it to you like you want. Arousal drips from your achingly empty cunt, and your walls clench as if his dick were just out of reach. He grins like he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Stubborn and greedy,” Clint adds, before tapping each of your cheeks with his shining, slick shaft. He sits proudly, letting his cock bob in front of your open mouth before repeating the same motion. He tilts his head, studying you with rapt attention as he listens to the sticky slap of skin against skin.

Saliva pools under your tongue as if you weren’t a slippery, spit coated mess already. You can feel the energy between you humming. A switch flips somewhere deep. Heat rushes your veins, thick and sudden, like liquor spreading through your chest and rolling low. Clint grips himself with a tight fist. Big hand. Big dick. You go a little dumb for it, your vision blurring at the edges. He pumps his hand once. Twice. That’s as far as you can count right now. He fucks his fist with a tight grip, hips canting just slightly. A few more strokes, then—“Open.” He taps the blunt tip of his dick on your shining, pink tongue. “This what you want?” he asks with mockery edged with disbelief. “You want it nasty? You wanna suck on it just to make me feel good?” You hum your affirmation as he starts to rock back into your mouth with slow thrusts. It’s not long before he works back up to a brutal pace, holding you steady as he slips past your lips over and over again. His strangled, handsome grunts punctuate every movement, and you moan back in call and response. Lascivious. Depraved. Mindless with ecstasy. “Oh, shit.” His voice is untethered. “You love it.” 

You moan again in agreement and encouragement. He’s getting it. 

“Making a fucking mess, baby.” “Mmm,” you purr, muffled by the wet sounds filling the air.

“Yeah, you always get what you want, don’t you?” Your entire body alight, thrumming with delight and lust. For a moment your eyes flutter shut and you’re lost in the most rudimentary form of existence. Just a body. Not dehumanized like an object—but human. Flesh and blood and bones and nerves. Controlled by gravity and pleasure. 

His.

When you pull back to catch your breath—ragged and gasping—you hold his heavy lidded gaze. Instead of wiping the saliva off your face you smear it down your chin, drawing your hand down to squeeze your tits in a show for him. A thousand remarks silently float on his heavy exhales. Praise and awe and filthy teases he can’t put together. You revel in the weight of the moment but can’t hold back the impish smile that spreads across your face.

You have another silent conversation with his cock. Studying it. The curve, the heft, the thick vein pulsing just beneath the surface. The fat droplet of precome leaking from his slit that joins your saliva catching in streaks and gathering at the base—where it sinks into the soft, dark curls there, slicking the roots and making everything look unbearably erotic.

It’s almost stupid. The way it’s just him. Maybe that’s just biology or a little bit of Freud (which you’d never admit), but the dick is really built just like him. Strong and gorgeous and molded by something greater than you to show his devotion, just like his hands, and his fucking intuition—and most of it’s so alive. You can feel his pulse under your fingers as you spend a little too long enjoying your moment of appreciation, until you trace down, down, down, to massage his balls. Vulnerable. Just for you. In the most twisted romantic sense you could tear up if you thought too long about the way your man is vulnerable just for you. The things he does just to keep you both afloat. The violence he deals in, the hard edges, the determination and gall. And yet—he never chose this. To be born into a world that demanded so much. You pull off with a gasp, breath ragged, and spit slow onto the head of his cock. It drips, glistening, and you drag your tongue through the mess before taking him in again. Slow and deep, like a fucking performance. Your lips seal around him, cheeks hollowing as you sink lower. Clint huffs out a short breath, half groan, half laugh. “Jesus,” he mutters, like he can’t believe how far gone you are. Like he loves it.

You salivate faster than you can swallow. Slick rushes down his shaft, noisy and obscene. Salt and musk coat your tongue—warm, earthy, a little bitter.

You slide your hand up slowly, twisting your palm like a prayer. His breath hitches. He twitches. You chase that with your mouth, leaning into the gravity of it.

You don’t just suck his cock—you kiss it.

Your whole body is pulsing. You can feel your heartbeat in your clit. In your fingertips. In your tongue. 

You lick along the crown, slow and pointed, tracing the soft ridge where the color darkens. He jerks. You chase that movement with your mouth, then your hand, then your whole body leaning forward like it’s gravity pulling you down.

Tongue first. Then lips. Then again and again. Plush kisses. Sloppy kisses. Filthy, noisy, open-mouthed adoration.

You drag your tongue down the underside. Flat and slow. Tasting where he’s softest. You hum, low in your throat, and he shivers like you just said his name.

Clint lets out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a moan. You swear it scrapes up from somewhere he never lets anyone near. His hands find your face again.

“Don’t stop,” he rasps, broken and breathless. “Don’t fucking stop. Baby, please.”

His voice hits that hunger that’s been gnawing at you. This is what you want. His unraveling. His trust. The heavy roll of his hips and the deep, animal sounds in his throat. So raw and desperately close. 

So, you give it to him, tight and perfect, your hand stroking in sync with the rhythm of your throat, never breaking eye contact.

You feel the shift when he’s too far gone to hold back. His thighs tense. His breath cuts off. The curse he mutters is strangled and low—your name folded into it like a prayer.

Then he comes.

Hot and deep in your throat, pulsing with every wave. He tries to pull back but you don’t let him. You hold steady, swallowing around the weight of him, letting him give it all to you. His fingers curl tight in your hair, his hips stuttering as it shakes through him.

When all the fight is finally gone from his body, you lick your lips, smiling unapologetically. Quiet seeps in as he catches his breath. His voice is barely audible when he speaks next, wrecked beyond repair. “You’re gonna kill me,” he whispers.

There’s a beat. A flicker of mischief in your smile.

“How would I do it? I couldn't live without ya.” You murmur in your best Sid Vicious accent, earning you an eye roll and a soft exhale from Clint.  “You and that fucking punk movie.” He scoffs without animosity. “Mhmm,” you hum, letting the relaxation settle into his bones.

You rest your head on his thigh and watch his fat cock soften in front of your nose—the way it twitches, rolls, like everything inside of him is still shifting and settling.

The air is thick. Sweet. Like sex and sweat and reverence.

You’re high on it. On the quiet, wrecked man under your cheek. On the trust. The way he gave in.

It’s not just about giving anymore.

Your pussy is still swollen and wet just from watching him fall apart.

You haven’t come. You’re not even frustrated. Just restless—wired and buzzing.

You still need him in your mouth.

Not hard. Not dominant. 

Just warm and soft and spent. His taste still clinging to your tongue. The scent of skin and salt in your lungs.

You want to feel him twitch back to life against your lips. To savor it slow.

Greedy. Curious. Unhurried.

You’re not sated. You’re still hungry—but not for release. For him.

Just to feel it on your tongue again.

Soft and pliable, still sticky with spit and come.

Still heavy. Still his.

You drag your tongue along the cooling dampness, the velvety, stretchy skin, reverent and insatiable, already craving the weight of him, hot and hard in your mouth.

Clint is still coming down when you move again.

Your head stays on his thigh, lips brushing against the inside of it, inhaling deep like you’re grounding yourself in the scent of him. 

His body is lax, legs spread wide, leaned back on his elbows. 

"You done?" you ask, soft and sweet, like you aren’t already pressing your lips to his hip, nipping gently. 

Clint makes a rough, exhausted sound, falling flat to the mattress and dragging a hand over his face, groaning deep in his chest. 

"Yeah, baby," he mutters. "I’m done."

But you know better.

His cock is still right there, softening but still thick, still kicking with life, still heavy against his thigh. 

Your lips part, hovering just above the swollen tip, breath fanning against him, watching for his reaction. Your breath is warm where it ghosts over the sensitive skin, and his leg jerks beneath your touch. 

"Don’t—" he exhales sharply, fingers twitching like they want to push you away but can’t quite commit. "Too much," he mutters, but his voice is weak, lacking the sharpness of a real command.

Not a real warning. Not convincing. 

Because when you press a kiss to the flushed, glossy tip of his dick, his whole body jerks. It’s slow and reverent. 

His hand spasms where it rests on the bed, like he might reach for you. Like he might pull you away. 

But he doesn’t. But he never does. 

His body is betraying him. 

"You don’t get it," he pants, eyes squeezed shut. "It’s not gonna happen. Not again."

Wrong. 

Because his cock is already yours again. Already swelling before you take it back into your mouth. Heavy and helpless. Thickening against your tongue. 

Clint groans. Low, drawn-out, almost pained. "Oh, fuck—"

But you hum against him, savoring the way he jumps at the sensation and whimpers at the tail end of a wrecked gasp. 

His hands clutch your head, body shaking, legs trembling, no fight left in him.

Offering gentle licks and soft, open-mouthed kisses, worshipping him like he’s a divine being.

The room feels heavier with each passing moment. His body is trembling now, muscles taut beneath your touch. He leans back up to watch you, glued to your mouth. 

You’re meticulous, lavishing every inch of him with attention. Feather-light brushes of your lips along his shaft. The tip of your tongue tracing the sensitive ridge beneath the head. You’re not trying to drive him mad. You’re succeeding.

And when he gets it…he breathes your name. Dazed and destroyed. 

Something in you sings at the sound of it. It’s not just filthy—it’s sacred. He’s falling apart, and you’ve never felt so full. So loved. So in control and completely out of it all at once.

“You. Fucking menace,” he rasps, voice hoarse and raw. A sound you want to hear more of. 

You smirk up at him and Clint groans, tipping his head back, already broken, already yours.

He’s yours now. Completely undone.

So you shift, wrapping your hand around his base, watching his thigh jump beneath your palm like his body’s trying to wrestle itself out of control. His jaw ticks. His brows pull together like he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. But he has to watch you.

He bucks once, involuntarily jerking toward you. The noise that slips out of him is caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. You just lean in and swirl your tongue slowly around the ruddy, deeply flushed flesh. 

The noises he makes are guttural, unrestrained. The growls in his chest vibrate against your lips when you take him back into your mouth.

His shaft throbs against your tongue, impossibly sensitive, and every movement of your lips sends sharp jolts through his body. He’s panting now, the sound raw and ragged, as you bob your head seeking more.

You’re not just getting off on his sounds. You’re addicted to his surrender. Every breath, every tensing muscle, a confirmation that he’s still letting you have him. 

You can feel him straining to hold on, his body taut with the effort, but he’s unraveling fast.

His chases more unconsciously, rocking toward you and forcing himself deeper into your throat. The pressure is overwhelming, but you don’t stop. You press forward, letting him own the space in your throat as you swallow him whole.

The sounds are pornographic and lewd. Echoing in the air between his gasps and the muffled moans vibrating from your chest. He’s lost now, completely at your mercy, and you’re relentless. You pull back to tease him with just your hand, rubbing along the most sensitive nerves. So concentrated. You hold your tongue out–knowing he’s close again. “Like this?” you ask, already glowing with the high of reading his body so well. He can’t answer. Just squeezing his eyes shut. Fighting the urge to collapse. But he’s determined to watch you. His jaw flexing as he struggles. “Come for me,” the words are soft, like a prayer not a demand. “Again.” “I can’t—shit, baby, you’re too good,” he chokes, like the truth is dragging its nails up his throat. He pants out another curse and, “Gonna—” 

When he comes the second time, it’s not as strong but just as physically and psychologically devastating. 

It lands on your tongue and lips before you swallow and give him one last suck and squeeze, milking every last drop from him—along with an almost pained, broken groan. 

Even as he softens, you don’t stop. You lick at the sensitive head, suckling softly, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips as his hips jerk away instinctively. His body shudders beneath you, his muscles trembling uncontrollably.

When you finally release him and his length slips from your mouth, you can’t stop from pressing one last kiss to the tip. 

He lies back flat, utterly spent, the sheen of sweat on his skin catching the dim light. His eyes closed, his mouth slack as he tries to catch his breath.

You watch him, lips swollen, your whole body humming—sated, smug, and a little in love with how completely he gave in. You’ll never forget this version of him. 

Soft. 

Spent. 

Yours.

You kiss the inside of his thigh, quiet and slow. Then drag your palm along his thigh. Still loose. Still recovering. But he’s watching you now, head tipped forward to keep his eyes on you. 

A smile pulls at the corner of your mouth. 

Clint exhales like it’s half a laugh, half a warning. “Didn’t think you’d go that fucking hard.”

You smile, just a little. “I told you I wanted to take my time.”

“Okay,” he admits. His voice is gravel, stripped bare. “You’re right.”

You don’t say anything to that. You stay there, the ghost of a grin on your spit-slick mouth, cheek pressed to his thigh like it’s holy ground.

You don’t move. Don’t gloat. Just exist with him like this.

Quiet. Sated. And a little exhausted. 

Still his fault, really.

He loves you like a rock. Solid. Unshaken.

And maybe he still doesn’t let you make it all about him. 

But tonight he did.

You gotta worship that when you can.

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other a/n: a long time ago @gothcsz posted the first part of unscripted desire and these two lines:

Javier tuts, walking over to you with his soft cock hanging between his legs and you do your best to not let your eyes drop down to it. He’s got an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips.

and it made me think about soft cocks for weeks, WEEKS! …which led to a wip that died when i lost my whimsy in the dark months, but now… NOW it is HERE bc it was meant for clint all along so extra ty for that <3 

[flkwh0re]

Babysitter

Warnings: Mommy kink (W), age gap, slight pervy Wanda, Masturbation, Somno, slight Dubcon, cheating (Wanda cheats on Vision), little fluffy! (please tell me if i left some warnings out!!)

Wc: 1.6k

A/n: If you don’t like this idc :) just scroll or block me if you don’t like this content!

part two here

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You had been babysitting the Maximoff twins since you were in high school, but now being in college you were hardly ever able to. That was until Wanda found out you were home for a few days and sent you a text asking if you didn't mind to watch the boys for the evening while her and her husband went out for dinner.

You never liked Jarvis, he would always give you weird looks when Wanda was around you. You had noticed a change in Wanda's demeanor towards you when you came home again a couple months ago. You just brushed it off as him being weird, but you were completely wrong.

Little did you know Wanda had not been able to get you out of her mind, she would catch herself thinking about you at all points of the day. She thought it was just because she missed you, but when she found herself with her fingers buried in her pussy, holding her phone displaying a picture of yourself you had posted on Instagram. It felt so wrong, but oh so right.

You hesitantly rung the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer the door. You never understood your shyness around Wanda, you thought it was some silly little teenage girl crush. It most definitely wasn't as it strengthened in you adulthood.

"Hi sweetheart!" Wanda greeted happily, pulling you into a hug. The smell of her perfume crowded your senses, making you feel weak. "Ugh, I've missed you so much!" She placing a little kiss on your forehead, a tint of pink gracing you cheeks. "I've missed you too, Wanda."

She brought you to the living room, and made some little small talk with you while she waited for Jarvis. She asked you all about your second year in college, the trips you had taken, your friends, and lots more. Wanda just loved hearing you talk about things you do, and things you loved.

You were interrupted by Jarvis' trudge down the stairs. "Darling, are you ready?" He said smugly, giving you a look. "Yes, let me call the boys down. Y/n there's chicken nuggets in the freezer, you can fix them for them. Kitchen is yours so you fix whatever you want, house too. Once the boys are asleep feel free to do whatever, just don't destroy the house." She send you a little wink, and you nodded your head.

"Boys!" She called out to her twin boys, and they came running out of their room. "Tommy, Billy. Mommy and daddy are going out tonight, be on your best behavior for Y/n." The two boys nodded eagerly, excited for their evening with you. Wanda said her goodbyes to you as Jarvis stood annoyed and impatient. Once they had left you turned to the boys, "Who's ready for some fun!?"

Wanda and Jarvis had been gone for an hour now, Tommy and Billy were eating their dinner while you prepared yours. They excited to finish, because you promised if they did you'd all play on their shared playstation for a few hours.

After you all had finished, you played until it was time for them to go to bed. Their protest made you giggle as you drug them up to bed. "Sorry boys, but your mom would kill me if you weren't in bed on time." They both groaned, but still complied nonetheless.

You walked back down to the living room, curling up on the couch taking your laptop out of your bag, hoping to get some work done for your classes. You didn't know you'd wind up clutching onto a blanket coated in Wanda's sent, your nimble fingers rubbing your clit. The tips of your fingers prod at your aching hole, as you imagined Wanda's fingers buried deep inside you.

The sudden sound of the door opening, sent you into a panic. You pulled your hand out, trying to readjust the blanket as best as possible. You get on your phone and scroll through TikTok trying to seem as normal as possible. "Hey sweetheart we're back." Wanda said as Jarvis walked off. "Hi Wanda, give me just a second and I'll be out of your hair.”

"Oh Y/n why don't you spend the night, it's too late for a girl your age to be out this late." She insisted. "Wanda I'm not a little girl anymore." You chuckled, walking into the hallway by the door where Wanda stood. "Oh but you are, you're my little girl." Wanda said, your face heating up.

"W-wanda I-" She cut you off by placing a her finger on your lips. "Shh, let mommy do the thinking. Stay the night, and once Jarvis goes to bed I'll come back to you." She husk in your ear, her hand snaking around your front. "But Wanda, h-he's your husband.. you’re married." She laughed, "You don't think I'm aware? He's not been much of onefor years, and I can't get my mind off you. I need you sweet girl, please let mommy have you."

You hesitate, but nod your head. Her hand slips underneath your shirt, groping at your tits. "We have time for a little fun real quick." She whispered into your ear, the sultry tone in her voice makes you shiver. Her hand runs down your body and slips into your pants, rubbing your slit through your panties. She gasp as she feels how wet you are, "You're so wet detka, what were you doing? Tell mommy."

"I-I was on your couch, t-touching myself." You whimpered out, any dignity you had was now gone. Her fingers slip into your panties, rubbing your swollen clit. She sucks lightly on your neck, leaving little marks on your delicate skin.

Her slender fingers plunge into your aching cunt, thrusting steadily in and out of you. You try your best to choke back your moans, but you accidentally let a loud moan slip past your lips. Wanda quickly brought her hand to your mouth, covering it. "Shh be a good girl for mommy, we don't want my husband to catch us now do we?" You shake your head, indicating a desperate no.

Your legs begin to buckle, as your orgasm crashes through. Muffled moans escape your throat, as Wanda fucks you through your orgasm. The hand on your mouth retracts as she helps your regain composure. You watch her as she sucks your slick off her fingers, moaning around the digits as she savors your taste.

"I can't wait to taste you for real baby." Wanda says excitedly, as she pulls you into a kiss. "Alright, let's get you to bed. I'll be back down in about an hour.” She says as she leads you to the spare room.

You tried your best to get a little sleep, and right before Wanda came in you managed to doze off. She smiled at your sleeping state, pulling the sheets of your body. She softly moves your body so she can remove your shorts and panties. A groan escapes her lips at you still dripping cunt.

She places her head between your legs, dropping soft kisses on you thighs. Her tongue licking soft licks on your swollen clit, running down to your hole prodding at it. It wasn't until Wanda harshly sucked on your clit, that you began to stir awake. Little whimpers and moans escaped your sleepy self, thighs softly clamping around Wanda's head.

"You taste so good detka," she whispered into your pussy, the vibration of her voice making you whimper even more. She loved how vocal you were, how sensitive and reactive you were. She hasn't had sex like this ever, Jarvis could never truly give her pleasure.

She slipped her digits into your cunt. "Oh fuck mommy!" You moaned at the sudden fullness. You loved feeling so desperate and weak for Wanda, and she loved it too. "Fuck! 'M gonna cum mommy!" Groans and cries left you as she fucked you hard through the ecstatic orgasm.

She straddled her bare pussy on yours, rutting it against yours. "Mm no mommy, 'm too tired. Please st-stop." You begged her, but the thrust of her hips quickened. "No detka, mommy wants to cum. Help make mommy cum."

Her slick mixed with yours, her pussy rubbing on your own sensitive one made you feel crazy. "Fuck sweetheart, mommy's gonna cum! Cum with mommy." With her demand, cum gushed from you leaking onto her pussy, mixing with her own cum.

"Good girl, mommy's so proud of you." She said, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "You think you can give mommy one more? I wanna ride your face." You nodded sloppily.

She slipped off your body, straddling your face. Her slick cunt making contact with your lips. Your tongue slipped past your lips, licking a bold stripe on her pussy. "Fuck, just like that detka."

You swap from weakly licking and sucking on her core, you tried your best but you were so week from your previous orgasms you couldn't keep a steady pace. Wanda pitied you and ordered you to stick your tongue out, grinding her cunt on it. Getting just enough friction to cum. Her cum dripped down your throat, you had never tasted someone as good as her.

"You did so good for me baby, such a good good girl!" Wanda praised. "Thank you mommy." You weakly squeaked.

Wanda laid down next to you, pulling your smaller body into her. Kiss your lips softly, then your forehead. Wanda knew she had to do something about Jarvis, she just had to make you hers so bad! She'd do whatever she had to, just to keep you for herself.

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[nonokoko13]

Why can't people like a celebrity without imagine them as queer? Can't people like Taylor music without go saying she's lesbian/queer when she hasn't said anything about that. Pretty sure if she was attracted to women she would have already said it 🫠

Even in the hypothetical scenario where she was queer indeed pressuring somebody to come out or out them yourself is selfish, stupid, dangerous, toxic and overall fucked up (-᷅_-᷄)

We have so many queer pop icons out of the closet but you need to headcanon your favourite ally/het as lgbt for...comfort reasons? Just because she's your fav? Because you are queer? Dude she's not a fictional character can you not spread false information or discuss real people orientations and just enjoy their content 💀

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[drkthoughts-k]

Intro - or whatever

A mutt that loves chatting about disturbing things. I'm 20y, virgin but horny af, so this is mostly fantasy as I never tried doing irl. I'm trans non binary and go with he/him/they/them.

Refer to body parts as: boypussy, boycunt, boyhole, clit, cock, dick, chest, ass, hole.

Feel free to send asks or DMs, I love talking.

My interests besides kink are: music, arts and crafts, TTRPG, training and many other things.

Tag for asks: #replies 💛

Tags for my original posts: #drkt originals

Anons: 🥩, 🌲, 🏹, 🐢, 🦇

I'm into some really hard kinks, but all I write here is about and involve consenting adults ALWAYS! This is fantasy.

I'm into:

- Cnc, specially kidnapping

- desperation and fear play

- orgasm control (denial, edging, overstim)

-pet play!!!!!! 💞

Lots more that I'm lazy to put here yet

DNI: zoo and k9, assholes, minors and ageless blogs. You will be blocked at first sight, idc if you old, if you don't have your age visible I'll be blocking

Some picrews of me! (The art is not mine)

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Rant/vent, feel free to delete I just need to get this out

I'm gonna be honest I feel like antis have ruined my ability to really gaf about problematic people

Like I don't care enough to look into controversies anymore about creators I like and if I do happen to learn the worst I'll say is "that's fucking awful" but I just. Don't feel anything the way I used to.

It used to be if I heard a creator I liked was a rapist or a groomer or whatever, I'd immediately stop interacting with their stuff and block everything about them, but now the most I'll do is just shrug and move on. Might feel weird around the content and might have it lingering in the back of my mind but it doesn't ruin the experience for me anymore.

I just don't have the emotional energy for that

It's like seeing all the "oh they're a bad person for drawing x" has like...minimized serious issues (for me). Serious controversies. And it doesn't help that antis place "proshipping" and "icky fictional content" as being a worse crime than actually awful, harmful things. They really show this in their callouts and how "proshipping" is always the focus of their discussions when talking shit about someone

(Ex: talking about melanie martinez, and all the focus is on that one nsfw drawing she made of a child oc or smth, but never do the literal rape allegations against her pop up)(idk if that's up to date)

My most recent experience of this (and what led me to this realization) is Tamakuz. Tamakuz has these two ocs (the ocs in question are Masarcik and Ushka from psychocuties) in an abusive relationship--apparently one of these ocs looks like a child to a LOT of people which I honestly had a really hard time understanding. Then I heard about them drawing these characters in a scene from the Lolita movie and one of them in a nazi uniform. Check em out, yup, they exist.

But after all of that, I was just kinda left there wondering "okay but what else is there? What's really the issue here?"

like the most I thought was about the nazi drawing, and while I definitely think it was done in poor taste, I doubt I know everything about it and all I really care to do is assume it was a joke made in poor taste and say "well it's fucking weird" and then just...not really care beyond that.

Idc if not caring anymore makes me a bad person, honestly. Maybe it's the depression numbing me, maybe it's the antis, maybe both. Idk.

(Sorry if I already sent in smth like this, i have the memory of a goldfish)

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[seastarblue]

Hello!

FREE PALESTINE!

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Hiiiii I'm seastarblue! Y'all can call me whatever as long as it somewhat relates to my user, but most go with seastar, or just sea. I'm just a girlie with O-Sea’s (GET IT? I need people to see this) that live in my head rent-free, and I'm hoping that you, dear reader, enjoy their silliness as much as I do!

I am pretty new at writing, and I am also a part time student, so yeah.

please be nice. I'm a-begging. I'm new to Tumblr. (It’s been like. 4 months)(but still be nice plz I’m a lil soft :c)

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Here are some basics about me:

18 years old (still not used to my being an aCTUAL ADULT WHAT)

Black and Muslim (if ya dont like it just go away pls and thank u)

Aromantic Asexual (i never needed b*tches......)

Timezone is EAT (East Africa Time)

My Stories

(and a very bad explanation of them)(I need to develop my stuff more):

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Interwoven

Here’s the Masterpost! (ALERT THE BIOS ARE OUTDATED) (everything relating to it has the tag #sea’s story 1) Status: on hiatus rn 🙏 I’m focusing on the latter two

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A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Goodness (AGGTRG)

there’s absolutely nothing here lol just characters And this very lonely writing masterpost (under the tag #sea’s story 2) Status: getting a feel for what I want to happen! also making intros, and that sorta thing ^^

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The Guiding Star (TGS)

So I lied this is the one with absolutely nothing 👍🏾 (even so, it’s under the tag #sea’s story 3) Status: getting ideas but idk how long it’ll take 😔

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I think that’s about it! I’m always open to tag games and the like, please feel free to reach out if you’d like to talk! About anything really, I’d like to make friends but Am Shy.

But, do not interact with me if:

You support Trump

Or Netenyahu

You’re homophobic, transphobic, etc

You’re racist, sexist, etc

If you’ve already followed me as one of the above, kindly unfollow, leave, or block me (soft or hard idc)

Mkay moving on…

im making a tag game list! Interact with this post to be added! 😙

have a lovely day/night :3

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credits for pfp and dividers under the cut:

Got the dividers off the web — Pfp from this picrew

[bigmfrat]

Updated my Head anatomy sheet for my custom Illithid lore, specifically focused on the Minor caste since they're the most #Unique.

Obvi don't mistake it for actual canon lore, this is just me squashing together all my favorite parts, making a few tweaks that I prefer, and cutting out the parts I think are dumb. Tyto Trivia! I based the minor castes off the illithiad Mindflayers, Tavflayer and cuttlefish.

Alt text under the read more:

Head Anatomy of the Minor Caste Illithid.

Minors are the smallest and most common Illithid caste, due to their social needs, however, they are rarely seen outside their colonies. A minor caste Illithid would take re-education and even execution before expulsion, and almost all renegade Minors are intercaste. (starting on the left and going counter clockwise)

Tentacles aren't as flexible as an octopus'/squid's, they have to deal with gravity, it's more like an elephant's trunk.

Feeding tentacles, one on each side of the mouth, are about 2'-3' long depending on the individual. Club shape is achieved by muscles flexing and is thin when relaxed within the pockets, tentacle stalks also curl within the pockets when not in use. Feeding tentacles outside their pockets when not in use, as well as the third eyelid being half closed when eyes are open, is a sign of sickness in Minor castes.

(arrow pointing to the tooth at the end of the feeding tentacle) Modified tooth, used for grasping, acts like a claw to grip prey's head. Feeding tentacle's club is flat on the inner face.

They do have jaw bones for stability, but it's split for the two bottom tentacles. The teeth are not attached to the jaw bone nor is the jaw used when feeding.

Mouth is lined with basic taste buds used for tasting the air, these taste buds are only able to taste bitter, umami, and salt. This is used to differentiate between fresh and spoiled meat, and to scent out trails of blood/sweat while hunting. Plants can also be “tasted” but it's more so to distinguish what is and isn't vegetation than actually getting a scent from it.

Neck is thick with muscle to hold up the heavy head and tentacles, it is also long to give the tentacles plenty of room to move without getting blocked by the chest. The longer the tentacles, the more muscular the upper torso is.

“Venom” (bone melting enzyme) is a black, sticky, and viscous, substance that quickly evaporates on contact with air. It can be spit, but is always a last resort due to the energy it takes to produce it. Most bites are dry bites.

Despite not having tongues or vocal cords, Illithid are capable of mimicking human speech by using an organ similar to a bird's syrinx and manipulation of airflow. This however, takes practice and is not commonly learned unless the individual is training to be a spell caster. All other communication is done via telepathy.

Teeth are connected to muscles that can lay them flat into pockets within the tentacle, this protects their mouth parts from damage when closed. The teeth are also dull and only used to make fracture points in the skull so it's easier for the tentacles to crush it. Whatever enters the mouth is eaten, even bone.

Display tentacles evolved for communication. Very expressive and can often give away a Minor's true emotions. Colony Minors will often cut them off for this reason and to fit in with Majors and Media, as they are seen as the lessor caste.

Teeth fall out and are replaced frequently.

If you like any of it, feel free to use it, idc, all my stuff is open source. I've got a bit more here too, I'll slowly be cleaning it up over time and adding more art. At the moment, it's just messy notes I'm slapping down to organize later. I REALLY want to do internal organ anatomy, but that's going to take A While. I also eventually want to have a code that makes an interactive anatomy diagram. We shall see, though. Thank you for coming to my squid talk.

[abuglikecreature]

hi hi!!! im roch (pronounced rock, but im not a pebble) >:3

i like he/it/they pronouns the most :))

this is my agere blog, where i post and reblog anything that makes me happi!! get ready for a million bajillion exclamation marks!!!!!! (also, im bad wit words n got fingers that dont always cooperate wit me, so the spelling on here isn’t gonna be amazing lols)

i regress to maybeeeeee 4-7, but idkkk! when im lil im just lil, yk? but im also bodily a minor, so no nasties!

im happy to talk, though i might not always be able to respond all that quickly :^

these r some of the stuff that makes me SUPER happi!

Marvel! Mostly the Xmen n mutants side of things (includin spiderman bc hes sillyyy). I just think theyre soooo cool!!!

Deadpool!!!! Hes my favvvv!!! Ik i jus put marvel but dp is my super mega fav and i luvvvv him

Sylvanian families/Calico Critters!!!!!! I luv luv luv these lil guys!!! i have a whoooole collection of them and the babies r my favvvsss!!!!

Skulduggery Pleasant!!! oh boyyy you dont wanna kno how obsessed i am wit that silly skeleton...........

Minecraft!!! + Minecraft dungeons + mcsm, i just luv luv luv the silly lil block guys!!

Markiplier’s work, i luv luv luv iswm n the universe hes made up even if it confuzzles me sometimes :P

The Stanley Parable!!! Dunno if theres rily any agere content for this but idc i luv luv luv the narrator! And stanley is my silly lil squishy

Tf2!! pyro's my faaaav, theyre literally me!! fr!!!

TADC!!! so fun n silly n kinger is such a dad!!

Mouthwashing!! definitely not a family friendly game, but on this blog its “nothing bad happened aus” only! i heart daisuke

Stardew Valley :3 im not very good at rememberin what the villagers like but its oki i lovvvve foragin

Detroit Become Human ! connors so cutee

Stray!! My fav comfort game, i love the Outsiders n the kitty soooooo much!,

HermitCraft & the Life Series ^^

Scott Pilgrim i recently binged everything sp (even the game (especially the game)), i got wallace brainworms x.x

N i like any animal!! ever!! all the lil creatures, even the silly hairless ones! theyre all sooooo beautiful

I also like makin stuff for ppl!! Im happy to take any mood or stimboard requests, maybe even a drawing req if im feeling up for it!! if u wanna ask for one i could do my best work if i kno it well already, so feel free to pick from my lil list! a lil specificity would be awesome, just mention it if u want any colour or theme or anythin else :3 (if its not based on any particular media, just like a concept or color or food or whatever u might like, id be happy to work wit that too :])

my agere playlist ^^

my favourite colour is red, if you couldn’t tell X3

i think thats it for now, have fun!

banner by me :3

#roch yaps: my talkin tag

#my stuff: anything i make, like boards or drawings

[dogboy-awsten-knight]

lesgay-loser -> dogboy-awsten-knight (all past urls)

azure/artery or az for mutuals/friends. 17. ly/lyr/lyri/lyric/lyricself. (pref) or he/others (<- names + pronouns list link). white. dogboy. chronic yearner. leftist. lesgay label hoarder who loves all queer freaks forever. nonbinary trans guy and very passionate about trans mens rights. do not call me girl.

i block bigots and harry potter fans and right wingers and anyone that annoys me. full list here

i collect blinkies and graphics and stamps they can be found here (major flash + eyestrain warning). if u talk to me about my collection ill love u forever

@cringefail-loser - during the summer take me sailing out on the atlantic / i wont set my sights on other seas, there is no need to panic / so honey take me by the hand and we can sign some papers / forget the invitations, floral arrangements and bread makers <333

[pt: during the summer take me sailing out on the atlantic / i won't set my sights on other seas, there is no need to panic / so honey take me by the hand and we can sign some papers / forget the invitations, floral arrangements and bread makers <333 /end pt]

@my--possession - if you died id hope youd haunt me / cause i know id miss you bad / theres something i havent told before / and if i left id hope youd stop me / and kick my boxes from the left / keep me round to see what id endure <3

[pt: if you died id hope youd haunt me / cause i know id miss you bad / theres something i havent told before / and if i left id hope youd stop me / and kick my boxes from the left / keep me round to see what id endure <3 /end pt]

post limit: yes (july 14th 2025) (date is the most recent time i was limited)

sideblog list | carrd | flight rising acct | tag directory & information

blog reviews:

“you run a faggot blog for faggots” -👨‍🦲

"they gave a dogboy tumblr what’s ly gonna do: talk about that guy from community and politics and lyr fellow dogboys" -🦅

"worst blog on tumblr, this guy kicked me down a flight of stairs and called me homophobic slurs" - 🐾

misc important info/highlights from the links below the cut

if you are my mutual please tag up close images of bugs as #bug

if you are NOT my mutual, do not like, reblog, or comment on my vent posts. you will be blocked.

don't use she/her or feminine terms for me. if you call me girl in any way im going to instablock you idc. they/them puts u on thin ice.

my username is normally lesgay-loser but i'll change it for holidays and events, outside of those it will almost always be lesgay-loser though. ive got a placeholder blog for when its something else htat will always have my current url in it <- update the awtism is Getting Me. so its parx rn. but it will go back

i love to get asks n stuff pleaseeee yap at me!!! however i have genuinely atrocious adhd and theres a decently high chance ill forger to reply so feel free to poke me if its been a bit

i have #name tags for my mutuals so if we're mutuals and u send me an ask or tag me in smthn ill usually just use whatever the first name you have listed is (or your url if you dont have a name listed) and then stick with that tag but please let me know if theres a specific tag youd like me to use for u or if u want me to change your tag etc

mutuals can ask for my discord or instagram or kiss me on the lips

[carlandowdc]

why did I follow you again? Every lando fan I followed has become an oscar hater and now I have to cleanse my feed. If you have a problem with media and McLaren I get it but to pin that on oscar is insane when he has no say in what either of them do. I thought at least a lando fan would understand this but you're all hypocritical

you’re free to unfollow me, no one is forcing you to do it, i couldn’t care less.

and it’s really funny to me how you say “every lando fan i followed has become an oscar hater” when it has been the other way since forever, i had to block a lot of oscar fans because they’re lando haters and no one has ever said something about it but when it’s the other way everybody is freaking out, i used to like oscar ngl but he’s become disgusting to me, he’s been shady to lando since 2023 but no one ever said something, everyone claims lando is arrogant and cocky for being confident but when oscar is really cocky he’s seen as confident, i’m tired of that bullshit and idc if yall get mad, i’m here to support lando and only lando i don’t have to feel bad for oscar.

so yeah for any oscar fan who follows me i think it’s very clear that this is not a safe oscar space anymore, y’all are free to unfollow or don’t, do whatever you like idc.

[discoveredreality]

BTW I HAVE THE SAME USERNAME ON DISCORD IF U WANNA ADD IDC IF WE DONT TALK MUCH OR AT ALL I LOVE NEW FRIENDS (IM DESPERATE LOL) BUT YEAH 👍

new intro post :D

ok the last one was getting really weird and chaotic so 😭

stuff u should know

i am a minor so interaction with adults is fine just no weird stuff pls

dms and asks are always open im fine with pretty much anything if u want to be friends pls say hi pls (im desperate loll)

sometimes i can't reply so pls be patient and if i don't reply in a while pls text me again idk but i swear im not ignoring u on purpose 😭

also if i do anything to make you uncomfortable pls pls let me know cause i'm kind of shit at social cues and stuff

dni

if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, idk anything like that

also specifically if you support jk rowling literally get out

also if you hate on ships literally just block or ignore it there's no need to made a big fucking deal

or if you're just a bitch kindly fuck offfff <3

ok anyways lol intro post under the cut (not nearly as bad as my previous one yay :D)

about me :D

i'm ari (not my real name) (feel free to call me whatever tho) ✰ she/her ✰ minor ✰ ravenclaw ✰ istp-t ✰ cancer ✰ indian but i live in australia ✰ timezone is aest (suck on that everyone else im in the future :DDD) ✰ master of procrastination hehe ✰ i know english, shitty hindi and some bengali

fandoms :D

marauders ✰ soc ✰ drarry ✰ mcyt (specifically hermitcraft and trafficblr) ✰ kinda tma ✰ and kinda kotlc ✰ and more but i'm not into other fandoms as much loll

these artists could run me over and i would apologise

taylor swift (MOTHER) ✰ conan gray mll ✰ chappell roan omfg ahhh ✰ olivia rodrigoo ✰ sabrina carpenter ✰ david bowie <3 ✰ and idk a lot of other random stuff lmao

books and authors

harry potter (fuck jkr tho) ✰ soc ✰ shadow and bone ✰ kotlc ✰ inheritance games ✰ agggtm ✰ divergent series ✰ the selection ✰ powerless trilogy ✰ girl in pieces ✰ dictionary of lost words ✰ pjo ✰ more but i can't remember

karen m mcmanus ✰ chetan bhagat ✰ amish ✰ lauren roberts ✰ leigh bardugo ✰ and a bunch of other authors cause this is very short loll

userboxess

my pfp is the makowka picrew here

all the photos are off pinterest loll

the dividers are by @/saradika

[syu-dol]

PINNED !!!!

THIS BLOG IS NSFW, I WILL BLOCK UNDERAGE/AGELESS BLOGS !!!!!!!!!!

Hiii, this is a Degrees of Lewdity blog, i post mostly art/doodles of my pcs n npcs :3c i also rt a lot of art.

TW: nudity, blood, drugs, general stuff that's in dol.

My super cool strawpage : Send me questions about my pcs or whatever im also open to doodle art reqs.

Feel free to dm me for whatever reason idc, lets be mutuals while we are at it.

My beasts name in order (left to right) n boring tag shit under cut:

➜ #FrancisPC ➜ #JoPC ➜ #DarcyPC ➜ #JuniperPC ➜ #WillowPC ➜ #ShannonPC ➜ #CaseyPC

Tags for when i remember to tag my stuff properly:

➜ #super cool art : my art ➜ #super cool doodles : my doodles ➜ #askbox : asks ➜ #reblog : reblogs

that is all.

[starseverance]

A New Pinned, Yay!

Hi hi! I am Starseverance (you can call me Star/Sev/whatever idc) and this is my selfship blog.

If you're new, I recommend reading my tags below; and if you're under 18 please blacklist the "mdni" tag.

You can expect reblogs of lots of villain F/O stuff, imagines, and ask games! I occasionally write my own imagines and games, so keep an eye out :p. My selfship has a significant age gap between adults so if that makes you uncomfy you may want to move on.

My ask box is always open for questions, gushing, imagine requests, or anything else! I love getting asks and hearing from you! DMs are open too.

About Me: 20, he/him pronouns only, plural, lives under a rock. Semi-active, I love my queue. I was once called a🚨Huge Proshipper🚨(accurate, I guess?). DNI: None. I enforce my own boundaries when necessary. I tend to block people if I'm in their DNI though.

!!! If for whatever reason you want me to delete a reblog of your post, don’t hesitate to DM me!

My F/O - 💫

I don't publicly share who 💫 is, but I don't super hide it either; and I tend to tell anyone bold enough to ask me in DMs.

About Him: 💫 is in his mid-sixties, I affectionately and accurately call him a terrible old man. He's a total workaholic, a tyrant, and a military man through and through. He epitomizes lawful evil. About Us: 💫 and I have been together since May 6th 2021 (SSSH pretend the breakup never happened). We may have widely differing moral and political beliefs, but we're there for one another when it counts! Our dynamic tends to be fluffy and romantic, we can be pretty sappy at times.

I self ship with 💫, imagining myself in his world and such; but I'm also dating him irl. Ifykyk.

Important Tags

#Sev's Thoughts - Original posts by me, posts where I added something, and ask answers. #f/o: yn1ipc - 💫 #sendmeasksibegofyou - Every ask game I do. Feel free to send me asks from old things! #imagines - All imagines. Includes #my imagines, #f/o comfort, #nsft imagines, and #dark imagines.

I tag NSFT things with #mdni. Potentially triggering subjects are tagged as #cw [trigger]. If I forget to tag something, feel free to let me know!

Book Dividers by Firefly Graphics

[huenistar]

huenistar !?(･_･;?

woc — moaorbitonce - any pronouns - minor

no dni, i block whoever i want whenever i want

i hate men, idc “i’m gay tho” ok i still hate u

if u comment on my post and disagree with whatever i said we will be arguing until i get tired of seeing ur username in my inbox

do not dm me asking how to shift, how to enter the void, how to manifest. i have never posted “dm me for free help on how to shift!!” u will be blocked if u do this

i’m not a shifting blog anymore, still a shifter just don’t ask me questions about what shifting is and how to do it, i’m fine with questions about my txt dr or stuff to script

do not dm me anything about religion, politics, wars etc u will be blocked

i really dgaf if u don’t have friends and u want me to be ur friend, i do not feel like doing allat😭

tags

#huenistar ,, all posts

#huenistar tubatu ,, txt stuff

#huenistar’s boyfie ,, hueningkai/heeseung

#huenistar asks ,, take a wild guess

#huenistar talks ,, ….

#huenistar’s blocklist ,, people i hate

i am a hater and idgaf if this looks half assed i just needed to change everything