#feeling uncomfortably comfortable in my fandom hole

[umunschaas]

Never thought I'd write a ff. And never thought I'd draw art for that ff.

I got really lazy with the bg (as I often do) - and changed some things with the og design I did for Morzan's dragon. Also, after some consideration, I decided not to use many brain-cells on the saddle xD

[b00tyliciousbabe]

da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,’ you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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[nouearth]

servicing justice: superman [1]

pairing ; kal-el / clark kent / superman x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, superman. word count ; 2144. series ; servicing justice. genre ; smut. rating ; m. warnings ; bigdick!superman. blowjob. gloryhole. handjob. mouth-fucking. oral (reader giving). sexworker!reader. note ; yeah, okay. maybe i've been watching too much of a certain video genre, ahem. but i hope you guys enjoy my first smut! it's been a WHILE since i've written one, so i know it's rusty, HAHA. looks-wise, i mostly had maws's superman in mind (because the art style is so good and so himbo), but feel free to imagine it with any superman!

it isn’t the most comfortable position to be in. you’ve been kneeling on the floor for quite some time now, waiting for your assigned client. your palms begin to sweat to a minimal but uncomfortable degree. did i fuck up already? you ask yourself as your mind clouds with questions, doubts, and even judgement regarding this new job.

“jesus, what did i get myself into…” you recall the long process it took for you to end up here. the intensive (and ridiculously long) process of reading and signing multiple forms and documents almost had you backing out of this opportunity. though looking back at it, it was understandable since it’s quite unheard of to be… a sex worker for superheroes.

for an incredible pay, your privacy will essentially be stripped away starting from today. all phone messages, calls, and social media activities will be monitored during your venture as a sex worker, and that post-graduate life was not going to pay itself. for the most part, so far everything seemed… great? being driven to work by a chauffeur, having your own personal room and health coverage provided, and most importantly… eating free lunch was not bad at all.

or maybe you’re just naïve.

all you had to do was kneel and suck a few superhumans off. as the newbie, you were told that you’ll be starting on gloryhole duty due to privacy reasons; at least until you built enough camaraderie. though, you didn’t even mind since there would certainly be less strain on your body.

you couldn’t help but snicker at the mere thought of an entire league of superheroes holding a meeting regarding this subject matter. especially since almost everyone in the world, including you, holds these superheroes in such high regard.

“meeting is adjourned until 9 am tomorrow! until then, please help yourself to some delicious food trucks from outer spac-“ your humorous imitation of a noble superhero is silenced when you hear the door opening. within your private booth, all that blocks you from meeting your approaching client is another door with a hole cut through.

your curiosity is piqued when you catch a sight of the man’s physique through the hole. plaid shirt and jeans aside, and assuming he had to underdress, he’s huge. maybe because you’re kneeling right now, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never been near a superhero before, but you couldn’t help but be in awe at the size of the man. your eyes complete a full body scan by the time he approaches the door and before you could say something, he does.

“sorry i was late-“ a gentle voice echoes behind the door. contrary to his soft voice, the man’s large hands work aggressively at his belt, unlooping the leather with impatience yet eagerness as he anticipates the mouth that’s been waiting for his arrival. “there was this whole thing with this cat in this tree and then this school bus got hijacked- not my best day, unfortunately.”

“i’m sorry to hear that. sounds like a stressful day, yeah?” your voice is compassionate. you felt bad for the unnamed superhero and a part of you wanted to continue the conversation further, but your job isn’t to listen to their feelings. it’s to pleasure.

“yeah…” a huge sigh of relief expels from the man’s dry throat when he pulls his pants down. frustration stains another one of your client’s sigh, clearly troubled by the restrictive fabric guarding his erection. you watch with parted lips as he couldn’t help but give himself a needy stroke through his tight briefs, fondling his balls then beelining his palm to the very plump tip of his cock. your own cock hardens at this scene, and you find yourself doing the very same. mimicking his impatient hand to tend to the sensitive pressure below, you tiptoe the fine line between frustration and pleasure as your tightening pants and briefs define what it means to be an absolute nuisance. “very stressful.”

it doesn’t take much time before you’re faceful of cock and somehow, you manage to salivate more than you did a minute ago. the man’s throbbing erection is brimmed with thick pre-cum, stress practically leaving his body with every drip. it’s a heavenly sight that’s enough to make you stick your tongue out just in time to catch the substance into your mouth, not wanting to waste a single drop. the salty taste always catches you off-guard yet at the same time, it puts you under a spell. a tantalizing spell that commands you to drag your warm tongue over and back the underside of his thick shaft, completely avoiding the plump glans to have his cock leak even more… stress.

the taste of his musk drives your palm further into your erection, palming at whatever you could as you preoccupy yourself with teasing the man. you almost felt bad for him. contrary to his build, his whimpers are… so small, so weak. you notice his hands grip over the top of the barrier, and it turns you on upon realizing how this supposed hero could become so fragile at the simple taunt of your tongue.

“please…” the superhero whimpers out, needlessly fucking the air in hopes of granting his cock some type of friction. you’re amazed, and a little proud, by how much pre-cum he’s been leaking by now, and it all goes right onto your tongue. the wet muscle follows the natural curve of his cock to meet up with the wet and plump head. his hips buckle into the barrier and feeling it shake, you keep him steady by wrapping your hand around his shaft. you’re addicted at this point. addicted to the salty taste of his pre-cum as your tongue licks and explores into the slit of his cock, while at the same time, your hand works at his large cock in slow, but steady strokes.

“oh christ-“ he breathes out, repeating the same two words under his shaky breath as you continue to pleasure him with your tongue and hand. after a few licks, you pull away to give your tongue a break. in doing so, your grip tightens around his shaft to pace your strokes quicker. when you find a moment where your wrist needs a break, you let your client catch his breath. his cock throbbing more and more with every passing second when your tongue and hand aren’t exploring him, and you bask in the sight of it. you believe you deserve a medal at this point. not for doing a great job (though, it doesn’t seem too far-fetched), but for having control. you haven’t even sucked him off yet, but you’re content on remaining just like this for a while longer. though, that wouldn’t be fair for the superhero.

before he could whimper out another plea, your warm mouth finally wraps around the head of his cock and your ears perk at the sound of his low moan almost instantly. your hand returns to its rightful position around the lower base of his penis as you cycle your tongue over the glans, satisfying your need to taste his musk once more. seconds later, your hand lets go when you push your head farther, taking in an inch more of the hero’s cock. your knees dig into the floor as you push your head more and more, stretching your mouth with his cock until you feel yourself gagging.

“fuck.” you sniffle out when you pull back. perhaps you were challenging yourself too hard. you think to yourself as you catch your breath, using the remaining moment to sloppily jerk him off with your saliva. part of you wanted to challenge yourself to deepthroat him, impress your client on the first day. but you already know you wouldn’t be able to take it… at least, for now.

“you could hurt someone with this, y’know?” for some reason, you thought you needed to crack a joke as if there was an awkward silence that needed to be filled. maybe you just wanted to hear him talk again. his voice is warm and inviting, somewhat fitting for a superhero or even a television host as the moment you hear his voice again, you felt safe.

“i have before- oh god.” you lube up his cock with your spit as you continue to jerk him off, refraining yourself from fucking his slit with your tongue again to concentrate on his words. “which is why i don’t do this much- sex and stuff… it’s all troublesome, really.”

“yeah?” and just when you talked yourself out of challenging yourself, you feel the competitive spark ignite inside of you again. “well, i guess you just have to find the right one. could be anyone, even people you just met.” you try to play it nonchalantly, hoping that double-handing his wet cock would distract him.

he was beyond speechless at this point, moans drawn out by means of your sloppy strokes. you swear you can hear his heartbeat behind the barrier when you lean your head closer to suck him off again. you moan along with him, drawing out every breath of yours as you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock every time you come down. your hand twists and strokes the remaining few inches that isn’t violated by your tongue and mouth, following your mouth like a reel as your intent to make him cum is fervent more than ever.

it hurts. your mouth hurts by how large your client is and tears brim in your eyes as you hold yourself back from gagging. but you don’t stop yourself because you’ll know it’ll be worth it. your endeavor to please him to the fullest has you drowning out his groans into white noise and you can barely register the fact that you’ve been on paused for a while now. you find yourself in a closer position than before, where your mouth is open, lips fully pressed around the carved hole as the superhero fucks into your mouth, fucks into your gags like you’re his personal flesh light. you didn’t care how dirty you looked, how you had saliva and spittle dripping out from the corners of your mouth and onto the floor. who would see? and you didn’t care that you were too preoccupied to touch your dick right now, because you know you’ll be thinking about this very moment for the rest of your life. and right now, you didn’t know if you wanted to be covered in his cum or to have your mouth be filled with it.

remaining in this position, you glance your teary eyes up at his grip over the barrier again. the strength in his grasp forms small cracks in the material of the barrier and that was the sign you knew you fulfilled your sense of purpose.

“christ, i’m going to come-“ your eyes shut again and you breathe through your noise, bracing for impact. he pushes his cock down your throat and hits that sore spot one last time before unloading his cum into your mouth with a stifled groan. warm, hot seed quickly fills you up and you pull your head back an inch to fully enclose your lips around his cock, ensuring none escape your lips.

in a heartbeat, you swallowed it all. his warm cum coats the back of your throat like medicine and you moan around his cock at the taste, intoxicated. you made sure to lick every inch of his cock clean, calmly slurping any saliva and cum that threatens to leave your mouth as you pull back up with a soft pop, swallowing the remaining remnants of his stress away.

“t-thank you. i needed that…” he pulls his softening cock out, careful in avoiding the hole as he was still sensitive. “did you need a tissue or anything? i think i have one somewhere…” you can hear him rummage through what you can only assume would be his bag and you find it charming, a quiet laugh leaving your swollen lips as you lean back onto your elbows to take a breather and stretch your legs out.

“no, no. i’m okay. i, uh, don’t think i wasted a drop.” you proudly brag, only for him to respond with a shy chuckle. you watch him tidy himself through the hole from a leaned back view, occasionally tilting your head in various angles to see if you could catch a glimpse on who the mysterious superhero is, but the barrier remains an obstruction to your view.

“well then, i… uh… thank you for your service.” he covers up the silence with another laugh and you join in, re-adjusting his pants and belt before turning his back towards you and heading out the booth. “i’ll try not to be late next time.”

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[boy-cow000]

Nervous

Newt x gn!Reader

A/N: This is technically my first real fanfic so pretty exited to share! Too bad its kinda for a dead fandom. Inspired by that one audio

Word count: 692

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“Do I make you nervous?"

He said. As if it were the easiest thing in the world to say. As if that sentence alone couldn’t just end you right where you stood. As if you weren’t already head over heels for him. So pliable, he could just look at you, and you would bend to his command.

Part of you thought that Newt must’ve known what he was doing to you. It almost felt a little planned on his part. The mellowness of the hastily put-up fairy lights, the bumbling atmosphere of people getting a little more than tipsy off of Gally’s special drink, and the way he was dressed—it must’ve been all just to poke fun at you, right? As he spoke, you couldn’t help but look him up and down. His white cotton shirt draped across his collarbones with a gap, giving you a slight view of his chest and stomach. Too close, you thought.

An awkward silence hit the both of you as you realized that you probably needed to answer. All you could muster was a curt no with a slightly offended intonation.

Newt laughed.

He shifted back into his previous position, a little further from you. You couldn’t really tell whether or not he was satisfied with your answer. His half-decent attempt at continuing the conversation only confused you further. What you hadn’t known was that that question hadn’t come out of nowhere. In reality, Newt was genuinely nervous about the way you acted around him. He hadn’t meant to sound like an overconfident douche, but he didn’t know how else to introduce it into the conversation. From the moment he met you, you had always been kind of avoidant of him. Always staying behind other people when talking to a large group or running off when you two were finally alone. You never really interacted with him directly, and when you did speak, he was usually the one talking.

Newt just wanted to know.

He often compared how you talked with others to the way you talked to him. You were strong, reliable, and kind. You were also relatively social, which is what baffled him the most. So then, why were you so uncomfortable around him? Was he that repulsive?

Tonight was probably the first time in a long time that you didn’t find a lame excuse to run away from him with. He was determined to get his answer. He couldn’t keep letting it eat him alive the way it did. He spent too much of his waking hours thinking about his effect on you.

"No, but really, I know I’m being a bit repetitive, but do I make you nervous?"

“No?! Why would you make me nervous?”

“Well… You keep running away every time I enter the same room as you. Not to mention how you can't seem to look me in the eyes when we are talking.” Newt reassured you that if you weren't comfortable with eye contact or just didn’t like him, then that was totally fine; he just needed to know.

Your heart tore at that. How could he ever assume that you didn’t like him? You knew that your actions had been less than pleasurable towards him, but that was in no way a means to make him feel bad. You couldn’t keep it in longer.

"You do make me nervous.”

Newt’s face tensed, his shoulders perked up, and he readjusted himself to be facing you. The more you explained yourself, however, the more his expression softened. You confessed as quickly as you could, words cascading out as if they were unwanted to begin with. By the time you finished, you were staring at the floor so intensely that you could burn a hole through it.

You didn’t see it, but Newt was beaming. He was more than happy to know that you didn’t have a real issue with him. And after all this time spent thinking nonstop about you, he wasn’t against keeping you in his mind a bit longer.

He had gotten his answer, and now there was nothing holding him back from developing feelings of his own.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for lying about my age to make some new friends?

I (17nb) recently joined a new fandom. I did the usual procedure of finding popular artists and writers, following them, and consuming their content while falling down the famous rabbit-hole. Then I saw one of the artists I liked had a discord server. I joined it bc I saw it as a way to make new fandom friends, get fic recs etc etc

i joined the server and the carl-bot(?) message popped up and a few people waved to it, so it was all on a high-note. Then I checked the rules and saw that it was 18+ members only and anyone found to be below 18 would be kicked. This is where I worry i may be the asshole.

People were already greeting the small flux of new members in the chat (I had joined in a small wave of other new members) and they were all incredibly friendly. I suddenly felt very self-concious about the idea of immediately leaving so soon after joining so, when writing my introduction, I said I was 18.

At the time, it felt like a bit of a white lie - after all, I'm 17 and am oftentimes mistaken for being ~20 online. I don't have my age in any of my socials for internet safety and I've always behaved quite maturely for my age. 18 was the lowest number I could go, and many of my friends are 18, so I know i can at least be friends with other 18 yr-olds.

The issue comes with the fact there is an nsfw channel in the server. Now, I'm on the internet and heavily versed in fandom - i use ao3. I'm not going to cry over a discord server which has an nsfw channel, that's just stupid. The issue is, I am very aware that quite a lot of the members might be uncomfortable with the idea they've been making nsfw jokes or posting nsfw art where a minor can see, no matter how close to an adult that minor is.

I've been doing my best to 'minimalize' the damage - I rarely talk in the nsfw chat and keep quite strictly to the sfw channels instead. It gives me some sense of, idk, decency for what I'm doing.

I've been in the server for several months now and it's a really safe and fun environment - it's discourse-free and everyone is just really great to talk to. I really enjoy being a member. However, I am also aware I'm violating the rules and lying about my age. I fear leaving now, abruptly, might bring attention to me or upset some of the people who I often talk to on the server.

But it also feels like a very tiny offense - I'm not going around, 'disturbing the peace', and kicking up drama. I'm avoiding what I know they wouldn't be comfortable with me seeing and I stay friendly and mature within conversation

So, aita? Should I leave the server or would that just be a dramatic reaction for one white lie?

What are these acronyms?

[wispscribbles]

hi i just discovered your beautiful art so i obviously needed to scroll down your whole blog to catch up on everything you posted haha

i just wanted to say that i got way too emotional after reading that post of yours regarding mw3 and your mental health… on one hand i’m so sorry that you felt that way, but on the other i feel it with my whole heart

ghoap content especially for me helped me these past few months with my mental health in ways i would never have expected, it was my solace and inspiration, i started working out too and got back into drawing, got a lot better at it as well!

but unfortunately i get way too fixated on fictional stuff and there comes a time that my brain switches up and connects the things i liked and comforted me with things that make me extremely uncomfortable and stressed out, especially if i fall down a fandom rabbit hole that i would never have searched up, beacuse i know myself, i know my limits and triggers but i feel like i’m not a part of the fandom if i don’t like and interact with every single headcanon, art and ship

these past days i was really down because of that, and the things i read (why did i do that???) and now when i think of ghoap i think of that stuff and im scared that i alienated myself from the one thing that made me happy

but discovering your art and with that your post reminded me that im not alone in these feelings, even if it’s not the same exactly, and i wanted to thank you, for sharing your thoughts that time i guess haha <33

((sorry for rambling))

Long reply under 'keep reading' !! CW: talk of triggers and MCD

Always feel free to ramble my way!!! How nice you could find some comfort in my art and ghoap stuff. Especially in my mw3 post. I've been considering deleting it a few times, but hearing it maybe helped to read in some way makes me happy I left it up.

I get where you're coming from - I very much use these fictional characters as a safe space, but ppl view them very differently. There's room for it all, "don't like, don't interact" is very much a policy I agree with. It's important to mute words and be aware of your own triggers as you browse stuff in this fandom, because there's such a wide variety of stuff out there. You do NOT have to interact and agree with every thought people have on this ship, that's impossible and super stressful. There's plenty of stuff and headcanons I don't vibe with. There are no 'requirements' that you have to meet in order to enjoy fiction.

It's part of why I enjoy ghoap - that their dynamic resonates and has sparked so much creativity and outlets for so many - but it also means there's gonna be a lot of stuff u don't necessarily agree with or feel comfortable with. For example, a lot of folks use the MCD in mw3 as a way to explore grief, which I think is really cool, but on a bad day that could potentially get my brain in a bad headspace, so I only check out that art and those fics when I feel okay. There's also a bunch of stuff I'd never want to interact with, and that’s fine !!

I'm personally quite vanilla and a sucker for exploring the softer, more domestic aspects of these characters. It's what brings me joy. I know there are parts of this fandom who don’t vibe with what I make at all, and would call it untrue to the characters. Some creators enjoy exploring the more violent or toxic sides to the source material. That's just how it is, we all need different things from fiction. As long as we're capable of chilling in our respective sandboxes, then all's good.

But if you're like me, and enjoy the softer things, then definitely be aware and careful while exploring this ship and fandom. I've seen takes on these characters that are so far removed from how I view them, that they're basically the complete opposite, and it can leave a very bad taste, especially if you're the type to hinge your safe space on fiction.

Just... be mindful of yourself and your potential triggers, be respectful and don't interact with things that make you uncomfortable to the point of feeling unsafe. Shape your own online experience to your best ability.

Hope you're doing okay and still find joy in ghoap <3

[sweetheartmanor]

Trying something new

Fandom: Danganronpa (V3)

Pairing: Rantaro Amami x FtM!reader

Warnings: Afab terms, rimming, cum eating/cum play, facesitting

Word Count: 1,279

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Y/N had been asking Rantaro if they could do a certain thing for weeks now, but he could tell that his boyfriend was still unsure about it. He knew Rantaro was nervous about putting his full weight on Y/N's, but the thought had tingles racing up Y/N's spine and sent heat to his core. He sat down on his boyfriend's bed. "Rantaro, just one time please. If you don't like it or it proves to be harmful, I won't bring it up again."

Rantaro sighed, remembering just how often Y/N has been asking for him to well- sit on his face. Rantaro was far from unaware of just how big his ass was, especially with how often his boyfriend likes to smack, grab, massage, and just touch his squishy cheeks. This time he relented with how eager Y/N was to this idea. "Alright alright. We can try once.. If you need me to get up, tap my thigh three times, okay? Three taps and I'm up." He said, a subtle sternness to his naturally laid back voice.

Y/N nodded, knowing just how serious and important this moment was. "Of course, dear. If I need you up, I'll let you know." He knew Rantaro wouldn't like him pushing himself too far so he was honestly agreeing to this. He laid down on his back on the bed, his head resting on a pillow for some extra support.

Rantaro shook his head with a fond, exasperated smile as he pulled off his clothes. Which at the time was just his boxers. He waited for Y/N to get comfortable before climbing on top of him, ending up in a position where his ass hovered over Y/N's head, his hands positioned in front of him on his eager boyfriend's chest. "Are you really sure about this?"

Y/N reached up to grab and squeeze that glorious ass over his head, already drooling at the thought of eating out his boyfriend. "Oh, yes~ I'm very sure about this~" he knew he was probably making a mess of his own underwear at this point, but shame just didn't exist for him. "You have such a godly ass. You need the perfect seat for it~"

Rantaro couldn't stop his face from flushing in embarrassment at his boyfriend squeezing and praising his impressively fat ass. "Y/N.. tell me when you're ready." The green haired male spoke, adjusting how his legs sat on either side of Y/N's shoulders. He was glad Y/N seemed to be enjoying himself a lot... and from the growing wet patch in his boyfriend's underwear, he seemed to be liking it a lot more than Rantaro expected.

Y/N grinned mischievously, unashamed by how aroused he was about eating his boyfriend's ass. His hands moved to squeeze Rantaro's amazing thighs hard. "Fuck, I'm so ready for this darling~ Now get that fine ass down on my face before I cream myself just looking at it~"

Rantaro chuckled bashfully at Y/N's forwardness before slowly easing himself into his boyfriend's face, biting his lip as he looked behind him. "Is that good, baby? Not too uncomfortable right? Give me a thumbs up if it's good.." He asked Y/N, wanting to make sure that he was uncomfortable since he was the one having his face sat on by Rantaro's fat fucking ass.

Y/N hummed approvingly against Rantaro's skin, flashing his nervous boyfriend a thumbs up to ease him and let him know that he was indeed okay. In fact, he was more than okay. He was pretty sure he was in heaven and he couldn't help but immediately dig in. He squished Rantaro's ass cheeks in his hands as he eagerly lapped at him before swirling his tongue around his hole.

Rantaro jolted at the sudden feeling of Y/N putting his mouth to work, his hand firmly squishing his thick ass as he dug into his dessert. "A-Ah- Y/N~" He gasped out, covering his mouth a little with his hand as he allowed Y/N to continue what he had been begging to do all week. "Yo-you're quite eager there, babe..~"

Y/N hummed again, squeezing his thighs together as he pushed his tongue into Rantaro. His hands had a death grip on his boyfriend's thighs, holding him down as tight as he could. He wanted nothing to get between him and his meal at this time. He finally had a chance to do this, something he really wanted to do, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

Rantaro lowered his head as a low moan slipped past his lips, extending his arms to hold himself up by using Y/N's thighs as plush support. This felt a lot more pleasurable than Rantaro could've imagined at first, making him wonder within a lust-filled daze on if he should indulge his ravenous boyfriend more often.

Rantaro's low moan sent shivers down Y/N's spine and more heat to his core, making it harder than before to ignore his own arousal. He removed one of his hands from his boyfriend's thigh to rub at his clit through his underwear. The texture of the fabric against his sensitive clit had him gasping and moaning as he ate Rantaro's ass.

Rantaro took notice of Y/N beginning to rub himself, letting out a breathy chuckle as his hips involuntarily rutted forward due to Y/N continuously eating out his fat ass. One of his hands snaked around to the inside of Y/N's thigh, his thumb joining his boyfriend's hand in rubbing against his clit.

Y/N jolted as his boyfriend joined him in rubbing himself, letting a loader moan against his fat ass. He was getting dizzy with the lack of air and arousal, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long. Letting Rantaro take over with rubbing his clit, he wrapped his hand around Rantaro's cock to stroke it.

Rantaro rolled his head back when he could feel the warmth of Y/N's hand wrap around his cock, which twitched eagerly at the sudden stimulation. "S-shit.. hah.. Y/N.. not gonna last much longer..." He moaned, pressing his thumb into and rubbing Y/N's clit some more, matching the pace in which Y/N stroked his cock.

Y/N's thighs squeezed together as he came undone at Rantaro's hands, making more of a mess of his underwear than he did before. He swirled and flicked his tongue inside of him as he jerked his boyfriend off faster. He wanted to make Rantaro feel good too.

Rantaro felt as Y/N made a mess of his underwear, rutting his hips against his boyfriend's face before coming undone, his cum spurting out onto Y/N's chest and hand as his eyes rolled back, letting out a low moan. He would've never guessed that sitting on Y/N's face would feel this good, but man he was not disappointed. Rantaro slowly blinked a few times before beginning to lift his hips to let Y/N breathe.

Y/N panted to regain his breath before swiping a finger through the sum on his chest, bringing it to his mouth. He licked the cum off of it. "It was even more amazing then I thought it would be." He sat up when Rantaro got off of him. "So, be honest... What did you think?"

Y/N grinned and pushed Rantaro onto stomach. "We can try it again now~ I can't get enough of your ass~" He dived back in to eat his boyfriend's ass, not wanting to stop at just once that night.

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Horror

Info post about the world

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

(TW:mention of injury, and murder)

-Jobs in the group: In charge of food e.g. growing food/crops in the rooftop gardens, hunting, protection of the base, fighting Wraiths, scouting

Weapons of choice: Axe (any size), sometimes steals Blue’s hammer

-Head canon voice: ???

-Uses He/Him, doesn’t mind other pronouns. 

-Came from a really poor family. Food was hard for him to come by, leading to him even to this day being a little possessive over food. 

-Crack in skull from his early adult life. He used to have a high magic reserve, but got his eye stolen by some corrupt guards/police who wanted more power in the form of magic. His magic reserve is now quite low.

-Stole his new eye from another monster. He doesn’t remember much from that time though, as his memory is hazy. Can also choose which eye socket this eye goes too, normally has it in the one under the hole in his skull though, it’s the one it feels more comfortable in. 

-Might wear hats every once in a while, especially if it's particularly windy outside, it gets uncomfortable with too much breeze going into his skull. Will also sometimes change his coat for a hoodie to have his hood up instead of a hat.

-terrible memory, has to write things down to remember to do them, is bad with names so has a book with names a brief description of them and how he feels about them which he updates on the regular. He’s been around everyone for a bit now though so struggles a little less when it comes to people in the group, still struggles to remember any tasks. 

- When leaving the living space he needs to take someone with him, as he will not remember how to get back. 

-Used to be a butcher, owned the store, before the apocalypse. Would also kill people in the shop as well. It was only a few people. Very few people in the group know about this.

-Has a cat named Fig that Nightmare had given to him. Had named Fig that because he was thinking about fig rolls.

-One of the more stable people in the MTT. Not by much, but he helps the other two to stay grounded when Nightmare isn’t around. 

-Even though he can keep the other two in MTT from mentally spiraling, he doesn’t actually know how to properly deal with the two.

-Enjoys cooking, hates food going to waste so will share anything he makes among others within the group. But he can also be a bit protective over food from time to time when in a particularly bad mood.

-Likes to make sure the ones he likes have eaten, doesn’t like the concept of them skipping meals, wants them to eat something even if it’s something small. Can’t understand the concept of Dream and Nightmare not needing to eat, it worries him. 

-Is a relatively quiet guy, does talk, and does crack a lot of jokes, but he is also content enough to just do things in silence. 

-Can’t really read the room, is bad at picking up on social cues. Might make someone mad/sad on accident because of this. And often gets confused due to others reactions. Killer will help out with this by announcing in a situation “Oh that's not good”, even though it wasn’t directed at Horror, Horror now knows the situation isn’t good. Horror is unsure if Killer is doing this intentionally or just likes announcing the situation. 

-Carries his axe almost everywhere. Gets nervous when he doesn’t have it. Despite his memory problems it’s the one thing he doesn’t forget about. 

-Doesn’t like things being too silent, has to have some sort of background noise, either that be someone talking or him using something to faintly play either music or sounds (e.g. nature sounds, white noise, etc) 

-A big softie, but comes across as scary at first. Has a big grin half the time, which can look a bit scary the first few times seeing it.

-When he’s not doing gardening, hunting, or cooking he’s normally asleep, or hanging out with the others while nodding off. Just a very sleepy guy when not busy. 100% jumps at any chances to take a break if someone says they’ll take over a job for him. 

-Doesn’t really like stuff with too much sugar in it, e.g. sweets. Like sure he’d eat it if given, but won’t eat a lot of it. Too much sugar makes him feel sick. 

-Is quite physically strong, which makes up for his low magic reserve. Around the same physical strength as Cross. 

-When walking with people he likes them to walk on the side where his eye isn’t. Mainly so they can cover his blind spot, and also can make sure he doesn’t knock into things.

How they feel about:

Nightmare: Likes him, knows that Nightmare knows he’s killed people. At least Nightmare has not told anyone about that. Finds Nightmare cool to hang out with, just someone he can chill with quietly. Nightmare was the one who give Fig to him, often tries to teach Nightmare how to take care of a cat, finds it funny that Nightmare loves cats but is scared of them.

Dream: Doesn’t mind Dream, Nightmare often talks a lot about Dream, Nightmare will talk more about Dream than himself. So he thinks he knows Dream relatively well despite the limited interactions they have.  

Cross: Likes him, noticed how Cross is with food, and can relate to him. Often gives Cross leftover food, or might share snacks with him. He also knows Cross likes Fig so uses both food and Fig as a way to befriend Cross.

Blue: Likes him, Blue helps with the gardening/food/crops, so often takes a lot of work off his hands, giving him a break. Blue is easy enough to get along with. Compared to what Blue normally seems to act like it seems Blue enjoys the more quiet moments working in the gardens.

Ink: Doesn’t really like them, too hyper. Ink had once offered to help in the gardens but ended up just shooting everyone with the water hose. Ink is no long allowed to help in the gardens. Other than that they haven’t interacted that much. 

Dust: Likes him, tends to make sure Dust is okay. Dust tends to stick by his side a lot which he doesn’t mind, he understands not really wanting to be alone. Let's Dust lean on him or just genuinely be glued to his side. He also makes sure Dust eats, since Dust never seems to eat a lot. He’s always been curious about Dust’s face, but won’t ask about it, he’ll wait for Dust to show him himself.

Killer: Likes him, even if he can be a bit hyper now and then, at least he’s not as bad as Ink. Can crack jokes with him and does enjoy the pranks Killer does, as long as they’re not directed at him. Knows Killer tends to forget to eat, so makes sure he’s eaten something even if it's only something small.

Error: Only really interacts with him when it comes to storage issues, or having to get something from storage, also sort of interacts with him when he comes to hang with the MTT+Nightmare. Error can be a somewhat chill guy when caught in a good mood. 

Lust: Likes them, gets along well with Lust. Lust always helping him out whenever they’re not busy, either it be in the gardens, repairing clothing, helping him to cook. They generally spend quite a bit of time together. Will go out of his way to go speak with Lust, just enjoying their conversations. Lust tends to let him know whats going on around in the group as well.

Fell/Edge: Doesn’t really interact with him too much. So doesn’t really have anything to think about when it comes to Fell.

Geno: Doesn’t really interact with him too much. So doesn’t really have anything to think about when it comes to Geno.

Outer: Has had a few nice conversations with Outer, but doesn’t interact with Outer that much, besides when Outer is doing his job of getting info around the group.

Sci: No real opinion of Sci, thinks he's a good leader. But doesn’t interact with him to really give any more opinions. 

Reaper/Death: Is spooked whenever he sees Reaper, first time he saw him he thought he had died and panicked. So tries to avoid him wherever he can.

Fresh: Hasn’t met him, or maybe he has but just doesn’t remember due to his memory. Doesn’t have an opinion of him.

Gans/Echo: Doesn’t really interact with him too much. So doesn’t really have anything to think about when it comes to Echo.

Chief: Bossy guy, out of the guys that collect info he prefers when Outer shows up over Chief. But has to admit that Chief is good at getting his job done.

[satashiiwrites]

morning writing first draft—wip whenever

making some headway on this chapter finally. Tagging whoever wants to write some on a saturday morning.

Title: Choices and Regrets, Chapter 13

Fandom: 911, Dark Matter

Pairing: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: If you could go back and change the choices in your life, would you?  Would you love the same people, go on the same vacations, have the same career? Or would you have regrets?

After the lightning strike, an unexpected visitor makes Buck question all the choices he’s ever made. From dropping out of the Seals to never making a move on Eddie because the time hasn’t been right. He’s going to get an up close and personal look at what could have been because another version of Buck is focused on taking his choices away from him—including Eddie and Christopher Diaz. 

Tags/warnings: dark themes, dubious consent, explicit sex, kidnapping, murder, major character death, drug use, identity fraud, topping from the bottom

Buck crowds Eddie, needing to offer comfort as well as understanding. “What?”

“He picked Christopher up from Abuela’s. Said they were going to have a sleepover.” Eddie turns his phone so Buck can see the screen, and he has a moment of vertigo. 

It’s not his face smiling next to Christopher’s. 

That’s not him.  

The picture was taken in the Jeep. Christopher is leaning forward from the back seat where his booster is, arms wrapped around the other him’s neck as he takes the photo. Christopher has a smile on his face, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.  

It’s not the only photo. There’s a series of them. In each of them, this other him has purposefully taken a selfie of himself with Christopher, taking him to dinner at a familiar Mexican hole-in-the-wall that they frequent and is Christopher’s favorite, to playing video games on the infernally uncomfortable couch that Buck’s mother had bought him when she’d noticed he hadn’t replaced it after Taylor had moved out when visiting after the lightning strike. 

Christopher is asleep on that same couch, the other version of him twisting his body to make sure that Christopher’s face is visible below his smirking visage. 

Buck feels ill. 

“Did he say why?” He asks Eddie shakily. 

“Need to reconnect with my Superman,” Eddie says, reading the text message below the pictures aloud. “Fuck.”

“He hasn’t hurt him,” Buck says, not sure it’s true. 

“Yet. He hasn’t hurt him yet,” Eddie hisses, pulling away and pacing in the narrow space between bed and dresser.  

“Eddie, he doesn’t have a reason to hurt Christopher,” Buck says. “Christopher is leverage.”

“Christopher is not leverage!” Eddie snarls, fists clenched and ready to fight, eyes wide as they meet Buck’s. “He can’t… I…”

“Eds,” Buck coaxes, taking a step toward Eddie to try and calm him. Usually, their roles are reversed, but Buck can’t let Eddie go off like an unguided missile whose only intention is to get Christopher away from the other version of himself. 

Eddie’s phone dings with a new message. 

“Fuck!”

Buck grabs Eddie instinctively, slipping his hands around his lover’s waist and pulling Eddie into his body. Eddie is shaking, but he doesn’t rip himself away. “What’s the message?”

“He’s inviting me to join them for breakfast. At our ��usual place.’ He’s telling me he knows.”

“Knows what?” Buck asks for clarification. 

“That you’re here,” Eddie stresses, sagging against Buck. “Shit. What am I going to do, Buck?”

Buck takes Eddie’s phone from his limp fingers. “Are you sure? What’s the context?”

Eddie licks his lips, fingers anchoring themselves in Buck’s shirt. “We had a misunderstanding when he made a mistake—something you would have known what I meant without needing to ask. What’s our usual breakfast spot?”

“After work, it’s Paula’s. If it’s just us and Christopher? We go to that hole in the wall that Pepa’s friend owns, which only does Sunday brunch.”

Eddie smiles sadly, fingers twisting tighter to give a little tug of emphasis. “He thought it was Eggs and Bake.”

“Eggs and Bake?  We only go there if Chimney is picking the place and you hate their eggs.”

“I do not,” Eddie grumbles but he’s made his point. 

“So is he at Paula’s?  Christopher’s only been there like twice.”

“It’s out of our way unless we’re coming from work.”

“Right.  So what do we do?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t know.  I have to go, right?  He has Christopher.”

“We need to talk to Athena.  You’re not going in without backup and if he sees me, it’s game over.”

Eddie slowly nods. “Okay.”

“Let’s go talk with Athena.  She’ll know what to do.”  Buck prays desperately that she will. 

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

TW: MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE

Oh angst and horror are my go-tos with every Fandom. Might as well tell the story of how I ended up in this one...

I saw those trending "quite the opposite" ghost tiktoks like everyone else a while back and vaguely thought "Ah... nice 😏." And then some ppl I follow reblogged COD stuff and I kinda fell down a habit hole. But what REALLY cemented this all was when I discovered Ghost's backstory.

As a victim of child abuse (amongst other things) and having lingering feelings of responsibility over the safety of my siblings and mother despite having only being a kid at the time... I read that and thought "Holy shit. This is...familiar." I saw Mr Riley and was immediately reminded so viscerally of my own mother's terrible husband who tormented me daily until I got out.

Ironically the man who did such terrible things to me... plays COD. But it brings me comfort knowing at the very least Ghost would likely hate him because of how similar he is to his own father.

Sorry for being personal . Feel free to delete if this is uncomfortable for you.

-🔪

\tw: child abuse, 09 Ghost backstory DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

I absolutely understand that tbh even if I never went through child abuse per se, my dad's a raging narcissist and I often "jumped" to my mom's defense.

So I relate to relating to Simon.

That's actually why I wrote Home, my childhood best friend fic. I wanted SO BADLY to give Simon *someone*, *anyone* outside of that family...

Don't apologize, you gave me plenty of warning and we're having a healthy convo I'd say.

[osarina]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY 😊

Tuck in cos this is going to be a long one carina!

I wasn't able to send this to you on ur bday since I was unexpectedly very busy the last couple days

I just wanted to express how good of a writer you are. Your works are the highlight of the day or week. When I discovered your work, I really just felt like I found a once in a lifetime best friend rather then just words. Whenever I am feeling lost, sad or just not in the headspace I read one of your works. You write so subtly expressing everything without overwhelming the readers and leave then to find out details and cherish them. You are one the very very few people who deeply understands complex characters like dazai and project them perfectly. Your works are the ones that make me fall in love more and more with dazai. Heck in fact I didn't even like dazai that much until you trapped me in this beautiful illusions of character of dazai. If there was a museum for literature, then yours would deffo be there. Your works just have that comforting embrace and a soft vibe that I adore. I am thankful I joined the bsd Fandom just because I found your works. You are my inspiration whenever I write something, I want to bend the words and play them out like you do. I fell down the rabbit hole of fanfics from covid time and till now I am a great enjoyed of them, and till now only a few to be exact 4 people from different fandoms have amazed me through writing and one of them is deffo you. One of my goals in life is to write like you do. I think at this point it's safe to say that I am deeply obsessed by your works 😅. I also appreciate your humbleness and kindness to those who interact with you while setting firm boundaries. Your works just itch that spot in my brain that I wasn't able to reach. So thank you for presenting us your masterpieces since I can probably imagine how much confidence and courage it may take! If I met you irl, then I would deffo want you as my bestie since I think you are really pleasant. I don't wanna trauma dump but i found your blog when someone close to me died and I felt really alone and that's when I found your masterpieces. So again I thank you from the deepest parts of my heart. Whenever I remember bsd, you will also be in my mind. For ur works belong in the top shelves of libraries.

P.s pls know that it's not my intention to weird you out or something. I was planning this when I asked your b day. If you felt uncomfortable or embarrassed pls forgive me as that was not my intention. I just thought you needed some much deserved appreciation. Think of this as my b day gift :>. I know that no words can express your works' beauty but I tried. Don't forget to take care of yourself and I am looking forward to civzai this week! 😊 wishing you a prosperous and a happy year!!!!

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no because truly you have me tearing up right now, i don't even have words to explain how warm my heart feels right now. i almost didn't want to answer your ask because i wanted to hoard it for as long as i could. truly this is something i'm going to come back and reread hundreds of times over whenever i'm feeling down thank you so much im genuinely so teary eyed right now reading this. i'm so sorry to hear that someone close to you died, im sending you my deepest condolences, i'm glad that my fics could help you even just the tiny bit. i've always wanted my blog to be a safe space for people to come to whenever they need something to help them escape from the real world and all of the shittier parts of life so genuinely im so glad my blog could be that space for you during such a hard time.

i'm sending you all of the love, hugs and forehead kisses right now my sweet tumblr user silversnow2000, thank you for this precious ask, i'll treasure it for so long

[klayfruit]

HELLO and welcome to my blog!!!!!!

this blog is mostly fandom/media related stuff and i will post about whatever i’m interested in right now and stuff i find funny! my interests change often, but my long-running special interest is goblet grotto/most things thecatamites or garmentdistrict and lethal league! other stuff is yume nikki/2kki/collective unconscious, the neverhood (bordering on a special interest?), and katamari damacy.

i have several names, but i feel most comfortable with cherry, pesky, pimo, and klay!

my pronouns are they/them, fae/faer, xey/xem, xi/xir! i am happy with absolutely any neopronoun to be used on me but those are my favs i think :o)

i have no solid DNI, i just block anyone who makes me uncomfortable. 100% stay away from me though if you are proship (don’t care if you don’t label yourself proship but you still support them/see nothing wrong with it), MAP/whatever acronym, or bigoted. if you dont support he/him lesbians she/her gays or just exclus I want you Out of here. terfs KILL YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! also please keep in mind that i am a minor! (17!!!)

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hope u enjoy your stay here❤️

[nanistar]

also, i will say, i love seeing another 20 something yr old who still interacts with warriors and uses it as a springboard for their own writing/art. literally writing a play that has warrior RP and it is entirely because i stumbled across ur art and fell back in

WAA that is such a nice thing to say, i don't really know how to respond. writing a play sounds so cool and badass so i'm glad you fell back down the rabbit hole! warriors is so deeply flawed, but for me its nostalgic and it's an easy story to manipulate and work with and make your own and turn in to something you are really proud of i never really expected to reach the audience i have today, and i am very thankful for it. i like to joke that i've been reading warriors longer than some of the ppl in the fandom have even been alive. which is true! I started reading the books when i was in 3rd or 4th grade (2005/6 or so), when the new prophecy was still being published and i had to wait for them to come out. i spent years drawing and working on my little youtube career, long before MAPs were a thing, and making MS paint AMVs that i never finished before i moved on to other stuff towards the end of middle school. then a few years after highschool i was seriously depressed and unemployed and miserable, and for comfort i decided fuck it and reread TPB and remembered how much i loved firestar and how much it meant to me, and after looking on youtube i discovered all the MAPs and the beautiful AMVs and even (to my surprise) some of the people i was friends with in the past were STILL animating warriors and were making absolutely stunning animations and videos. i drew some cats, joined a few MAPs (this one remains my favorite, and is the most important to me) and from there... well here i am. sometimes i feel uncomfortable with the fact that i am 25 and still in the Warriors fandom due to my age compared to the general age of the fandom. and i sometimes think, am i letting something that i was interested in as a little kid dictate my adult life? but i am still the same me i was a decade and a half ago. older and wiser (maybe not) and more mature and i've been through some nasty things and changed fundamentally but deep down i still love a little orange kitty cat saving the forest, and that story has always been a core part of me.

[a-lukewarm-take]

I saw your question about terms and what they mean.

MAP - Minor attracted person. A person who is attracted to real life minors on Twitter when the term first gained traction and their was confusion what it means I believe some minors also used MAP during that time but that was a rare thing, majority were adults.

NoMap - Non-offending Minor attracted person, Same as MAP but they claim to not act on their feelings in real life. Some people with noMap claim to be in therapy and getting help.

The two I'm not 100% sure of the exact definition for these two the general Idea is from my personal understanding is

Compshipping - complex or complicated shipping, they may have the mindset of "ship & let ship" but their feelings on shipping is complicated and as a result they may not be comfortable with identifying labels like proship / antiship

Critshipping - critical shipping, they ship or view their ships in a critical light and are aware of the problematic themes.

I'm unsure if you already know this but can't hurt to add on as they are the ones mainly arguing with each other allowing for misinformation to spread like wild fire lol. Feel free to skip i added an emoji so you know when it ends.

proship - it's For Shipping. Proship is anti censorship no matter how problematic a ship is, All shipping is allowed & should be allowed though people who identify with proship still may have squicks (a fandom term for something being uncomfortable) and may not even enjoy problematic content themselves though the main mindset is " ship & let ship ", "my kink is not your kink" & "don't like, don't read". They may also believe fiction doesn't affect reality in a direct 1:1 basis (Sometimes they call themselves anti-anti)

antiship - against shipping. Antiship was originally against specific ships but now it's a term used by anyone against problematic dynamics in ships, some go as far to send hate and threats while others may simply just block. A loud part of the community are pro censorship when it comes to ships. They may believe fiction does affect reality to an extreme degree or a direct 1:1 basis.

People who identify with Antiship claim proship stand for problematic ship though the majority of people who identify as proship do not use it like that (think of it like pro-choice. The pro doesn't stand for problematic choice, it's For a choice.)

Both sides claim to be normal

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I do hope i helped at least with getting a rough idea on what these mean, i went down a couple rabbit holes a while ago so i hope the info is useful for even just getting a starting point. I advise researching a bit yourself as i am biased and while I tried to remain neutral i cant be certain that didn't affect my description of things

Oh thank you!

[burgycreeper405-blog]

a vent cuz I'm sad

ever since the twitter drama that happened a few months ago, my trust issues became so bad that i haven't been following any other ii artists, or even just any other artists cuz everytime i follow someone, that person either blocks me a day later or somechet, thanks osc twitter

but like, this also happened in the Lego movie fandom, it's also about a stupid ship drama, tho that didn't really affected me that much unlike in the osc (cuz my gosh is the osc in twitter just so aggressive and won't shut the fnck up, saying that they reached out to me when i didn't receive any dms, it's all stupid callout posts, that's not how you reach out to someone dude)

and now, a month later after getting rid of twitter, my trust issues is slightly getting back to normal, tho i still feel somewhat uncomfortable at looking or even liking art of ii cuz back in twitter, whenever i like and or follow an artist, they started blocking me and or even talk sh1t about me (aka make a callout post or whatever the fnck) when all i did was, what, ship fictional characters that are not even as problematic as they say they are?? they all just stuck in their own headcanons that it's like they forgot that not everyone has the same headcanon

i honestly still think twice if i should like some ii art that my friends reblogged cuz that's how messed up the osc ruined my trust

and now, when I'm starting to get out of my comfort zone and like, like some art that i randomly found cuz the style is cool, i try to check on their account but surprise, that person blocked me, (the way i got to see the post is cuz someone else reblogged it) and that just makes my trust issues go back to being bad

i haven't been following anyone new ever since that sh1t happened, i would want to make new friends and stuff, but man, my trust issues is just that bad that there's like a barrier around me, even if they seem nice and has interacted in my posts and chet, i still can't seem to interact with them and or even follow them, cuz that chet happened allot of times back in twitter and that scarred me, making me have the worst trust issues ever in my life

idk when i will start to open up to new people, but for now, I'm just stuck in my own hole cuz I'm too scared to get hurt again, that pain is still a fresh wound and i don't want to make it bigger

[envihellbender]

Bashir should explore Garak’s cloaca

Characters: Julian Bashir, Elim Garak

Fandom: Deep Space Nine

Content: nsft, alien/xeno, cloaca

Julian’s bedroom was significantly better furnished than Elim’s, so it was the natural for the particular Cardassian to prefer them retiring to Julian’s quarters. Being a simple tailor, Elim had a small room behind his shop. Julian, the ship’s doctor had a large, neat apartment that was furnished the same as his flat back on earth. Rich furniture, shelves filled with neatly arranged text books, a large wardrobe in the living room filled with sports gear and coats, screens and computers filled the living room, which not had a sofa and coffee table for comfort. Everything was worked based, except for in his room which had his teddies, his old games consoles, and a few board games. That night they were both tangled up together on the large bed, their mouths locked together and Julian’s arms wrapped around Elim’s torso, holding him as closely as he physically could. He let out a slight irritated whine as Elim pulled away, both of them gasping for breath and Julian’s hazy, lustful eyes staring at Elim’s lips.

“Tell me, doc- Julian, have you ever been with a Cardassian?” Elim asked, Julian looked away and paused for a moment. He felt as if Elim’s dark eyes were burning into his bare chest, not even hiding his lust for Julian’s surgical scars and soft hint of a gut. Julian wondered for a moment if making him feel uncomfortable and inadequate was a kink of Elim’s.

“I- no but- I know what I’m doing. I’ve- I’ve studied the anatomy-” Julian’s cheeks burned in embarrassment as he was interrupted by Elim’s laugh. Julian’s eyes traced the Cardassian’ share chest, the tantalising scales that went from his collarbones to just above the waistband of his trousers. Julian could see a slight hint of a darkening that showed Elim’s cloaca. It had been strange getting used to Elim’s lack of nipples, but the cloaca… he was fascinated by it.

“I don’t think that’s the same thing,” Elim grinned. “In fact, I believe there is a remarkable difference between a medical examination and sexual intercourse. I would rather you didn’t force a thermometer into my-”

“Yes, yes, I get the picture,” Julian interrupted. He turned away from Elim and sat up. “If you don’t wish to-”

“No, I do.” Elim sighed, pushing himself up and reaching for Julian’s thigh. “I suppose I’m-” he sighed and gave a sheepish smile. “I’ve not slept with a Terran before. And I’m not sure what you will be expecting.”

“Are things moving too quickly for you?” Julian asked, turning towards Elim. He found his hand begin to toy with the waistband of Elim’s trousers, his thumb less than an inch from his cloaca.

“I- absolutely not,” Elim stammered. His lips parting and eyes widening. He let out a shaky breath, he swallowed and Julian pushed him into the bed as he quickly slid between Elim’s legs. The Cardassian let out a breathless chuckle, he was always surprised by how quick Julian’s movements were. His hands began fumbling with the button of his trousers as Julian pulled them down.

Julian stopped for a moment, allowing himself to stay framed by Elim’s legs and seeing him beneath him. He was so beautiful, like he was chiselled from marble. He wanted to look at him forever. He nervously stroked the opening of Elim’s cloaca, grinning as he felt the usually restrained and stoic Cardassian tremor and whine. He nipped Elim’s belly as he gently pushed inside the warm, wet hole. He easily slipped three fingers in at once, and found Elim’s erect, hidden cock buried inside. Julian relaxed slightly, it didn’t seem that different to having sex with a Terran - just with a few extra steps. Elim let out a clipped gasp he felt Julian massage his cock and his knuckles brush against the soft tissue of the inside of his cloaca. Julian started to become more confident, gently pushing his fist inside of Elim, and gripped his cock.

“How am I doing?” Julian asked smoothly with a grin as he felt Elim’s body curl and writhe beside him.

“Very- very good, are you- are you sure-” Elim stopped when he felt Julian rub his thumb over the sensitive spot just behind the head of his cock. Julian could feel Elim’s muscles tighten beneath him and the hot breath of his whining gasp hit his ear.

“Tell me, how does oral sex work for a Cardassian?” Julian said, his voice thick and his lips dry. “Because I want nothing more than to taste you.”