#gonna add the header later

[spiceofvy]

🐙honestly dude I'm just making a little pile of ideas for you to choose from at this point. This one is significantly more outlandish. Feel free to return to sender *forgot to check the rules on crossovers

Jungkook. Felix. Reader. Thruple. Poly group? Definitely a relationship a la threesome. In "subtle thing BTS do for crush" Jungkook steals crush's stuff. In "Stray Kids:reader is taller" Felix steals Reader's clothes. Bunch of soviet's honestly.

Anyway I figured Reader would be a noncomforming male anyway and a little taller than 5'7"Felix but still shorter than 5'10"Jungkook.

Main prompt is basically Reader and their two romantic but kleptomaniac men. Headcanon the shit of that, please?

Kooklix Throuple Headcanons

Jungkook x Reader x Felix

cw: no gendered terms but i wrote this with a masc!reader in mind, sfw + nsfw, mostly soft, lots of fluff

SFW:

The three of you are the most amazing parents for Bam. But be careful when Felix is alone with him because he loves to spoil that pup rotten, and Jungkook tries his best to train Bam but he is too weak to go through with it, so you need to be the strict parent every now and then.

Your life is filled with so much laughter. So much silly joy and wholesome fun. Just smiles and gentleness everywhere. Honestly it's just really wholesome.

But there are also so many uncensored emotions. Just openly feeling things around each other. If joy or sadness, there is no need to be apologetic about it. So instead the three of you embrace this openness. And are free to feel things together.

Those two are the founders of the cuddle pile. The more direct skin contact the better. I hope you don't tend to run hot because one of them is always snuggling up to you. And feeling always brinks blankets (and Bam probably joined at one point too)

So much support. No matter how big or small the occasion is, you are always each other's cheerleaders. Those two also love to take you wherever they go, but if they can't expect tons of selfies of our fashion boys.

Gaming together is the biggest mess ever. Felix going all in, being sweaty as hell and Jungkook tagging along, just having fun trolling the enemies. I hope you enjoy playing support because those two will need it.

They both really love to keep something of each other and of yours with them, especially when they go on tour. Little trinkets, plushies or pieces of clothing. Whatever. And in turn they also always put something of theirs in your suitcase whenever you go on a trip.

The three of you host all the parties! And they are always hits. No matter if they are dinner parties, karaoke parties or the type of parties where you find glitter in your kitchen and people on your couch the next day, everyone loves them. Especially the two social butterflies you get to call your boyfriends.

The three of you have definitely shared animal crossing islands or stardew Valley farm, or anything of that kind. It is a sweet little thing, until someone decides to take your loot. Because even if it's digital, they still don‘t know what private ownership is.

And you guys definitely send out cheesy self made christmascards. The kind where you all dress up in matching ugly sweaters and pose in front of a lit fireplace. Bam is probably dressed up too.

You also always have a front row seat for their shared dance or workout sessions. They both love to train together and you can just enjoy the abs i mean show. But they not only love bonding together but also love to show off to you.

Both of them love selfies. Especially all three of you together. But they love taking candids even more. Expect folders of folders filled with candid of each other, all of them sent to your group chat, geeking out about each other. They are so smitten and you are too.

You get to live in such a supportive household. The two of them are so excited for everything you do. Especially when it comes to you leaning into your more gender-non-conforming side. Felix being a unisex icon himself is an obvious cheerleader for you, but Jungkook also loves to see you try out new things and loves to break boundaries too. The two of them love to watch you as you try on new clothes or new aspects of your identity and they love to support your ideas.

Junkgkook loves to flex that he needs no english tutor because he has you and Felix who talk english to him and give him english lessons. But lets be honest, you don‘t give him actual lessons, he just speaks his cute english to you and you and Felix are totally smitten for him.

When you guys are apart you definitely have planned group video calls dates. It's a fun thing you do to just enjoy time with each other, and you love the time you get together thanks to those dates.

NSFW:

Both of them have crazy stamina in bed and you have the choice between just laying there and taking what they give you. Don‘t worry about reciprocating, they are both service tops and love to spoil you rotten.

But the two are switches at heart so you can have all the freedom you want with them. Including them bottoming or being subs for you. And they are such obedient little sweethearts.

No sex when Bam is in the room or anywhere close to it. End of discussion.

Super soft making up sex after the slightest misunderstanding. Filled with so many compliments and apologies and promises of undying love. Those two tend to feel emotions really intensely so they are also both very serious about making it back up.

Cuddling is aftercare and foreplay, sometimes both at the same time.

Both of them liking to watch and being watched. And they are so pretty together, such a nice show. Especially when you speak up and compliment them while they are at it. They immediately turn into mush. In turn neither of them mind watching you and one of them. But no one else is allowed to look, it always stays between the three of you.

On their formerly long hair, both of them love having it played with/pulled, but please be careful if Felix just got his bleached. He has a sensitive scalp.

[romanarose]

"If I'm Being Honest" Lie #1: "I don't like you."

An Omegaverse/romcom enemies to lovers idiots in love slowburn found family type shit. graphic design is my passion themed header is a little more intional this time but lord knows i can't edit XD

Alpha!Logan Howlett x fem!reader

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Summary: If Logan is being honest, he didn't like you. If you were being honest, you didn't either. But, if you were both being honest, you were exactly what you needed.

Warnings: Currently nothing? Will update as I go, but everyone's canon trauma is liable to be discussed.

A/n: I have built a reputation on here for series that are very serious, that deal with themes of severe depression, sexual assault, abuse, etc. I wanted to try my hand at something new, something lighthearted. the Omegaverse stuff won't have a HUGE part in it, it's just another aspect I wanted to add. As i wrote it, I realized it has a romcom vibe, so that's what I'm leaning into. I want to have fun with this! i write so much heavy stuff, a little change is nice. thank you so much to @xdaddysprincessxx for encouraging me to venture out, ily.

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Multiple alternating POVs

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If Logan was being honest, in the moment he just wanted to fuck you. Years later, to other more romantic types like Remy or Kurt, he would say it was love at first sight. He wouldn't say you were being a bit of a cunt, and the comment on his hair was unnecessary.

If you were being honest, wanted him to leave you alone, and were thankful he did. Later, to Remy and Kurt, you would say that you secretly wished he’d try again, although Logan wasn’t the type to linger where he wasn’t wanted. You say it was love at first sight, although if you were being honest, you thought his leather jacket was too wanna be James Dean, and his hair looked stupid. 

When Logan saw you in that bar, the bit-too crowded one that was the only spot he could go to where they didn’t recognize him from the mutant school 50 miles away, he thought, Well, she’ll do.

Jean had chosen Scott, and Logan wasn’t going to just sit around the mansion moping all day. Even if he still harboured feelings, he wanted her to be happy, and frankly, he wanted Scott to be too. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just married to the woman Logan loved. And was rather annoying. But again, not bad. 

Logan just needed a nice, wet hole to sink into, and you were more than attractive enough for his tastes. Stunning, even, and just a little bit terrifying. You were a beta; he could smell the lack of alpha or omega pheromones, and you were devoid of either. All the better, omegas were so… clingy.

You, on the other hand, cursed yourself when you accidentally caught his eyes. Great. You think to yourself. Now he probably thinks you’re staring.

You weren’t! Not at that moment, anyway. If you were being honest, after he took the hint and went on his way, you did take a few glances for the ole spank bank. No harm no foul.

“Hey.” The man said as he leaned against the bar counter, and you snort through your nose.

“Really? That's the best you got?” You make a twirling motion with your finger. “Turn around, try again.”

He makes a funny face, but turns around anyway. When he faces you again, he doesn’t lean on the counter but rather takes a seat. “Uh. Hello?”

You facepalm, laughing. “This isn’t gonna work.”

The man takes the laughter in stride. “Yeah, not my best work. Can I at least buy you a drink?”

Another weak move. “You can, but I’m not gonna sleep with you.”

Not deterred, he buys the next round. “Name’s James.” He gave you his hands and waited expectantly, but even though you shook it you dodged the name question hanging in the air. 

“Sorry, buddy, I swore off Jimmy’s about 2 Jimmy’s ago.”

A slight frown, but nothing that seemed to indicate trouble. “Luckily, I’m not a Jimmy, I’m a James.”

“Okay.” You spoke almost patronizingly. “Never met a James that wore kitty ears, but okay.”

James looked like he was stewing on something, opened his mouth to retort an insult, but thought better of it. He attempted to smooth back the curls, but it didn’t work. He mumbled something about a cowlick before looking back at you as you laughed.

“You’re not playfully teasing me, are you?” it wasn’t a question.

“Nah, honey. I’m making fun of you.”

“Welp.” He slaps his hands on the bar counter, sitting up. It wasn’t an aggressive move, he meant it playful himself, but it still made you startle. “I can see where I’m not wanted. Keep the drink, sweetheart.” He winked, and left you alone.

Fuck, his pants were tight.

Logan moved on to talking up some girl that actually seemed interested, but if he were being honest, and he’d never admit this, but he kept looking back to you. As much as he wanted to get his dick wet and this new girl was pretty, he couldn’t get his mind off you. Logan was not rejected often. It wasn’t that his ego was bruised, okay maybe a little, but you were just so interesting. His senses were telling him he needed to notice something about you, but not trouble. He didn’t know what that meant, but the next time he looked over he saw a man making his move on you.

Good luck, bub. He thought to himself, then looked back at the cute girl. She seemed flexible. An omega, which meant he’d probably have to make an escape while she was sleeping, but she’d be eager to please. Oh yeah, this was gonna be a good-

*CRASH!*

Annnnnnd there it was. Can’t have nothing nice. He stepped in front of the blonde, what was her name again?, and looked to scout out the situation just in time to see you clock a man in the jaw hard enough to send him back. Good job there, girlie. Logan didn’t want trouble, and you seemed to be handling it so he didn’t step in just yet… but out of nowhere came the guy's friend with a barstool and clocked it over your head.

“Hey!” Logan shouted, distracting the man enough as he was about to kick you a third time in the face. Just as he dove and took him down, Logan heard the crowd gasp. After knocking the buddy out, Logan looked up to see if the first man wanted a piece of him next, only to see him staring in shock.

You were blue. Your skin, your hair, and the sliver of your eyes he could see, all blue. 

“MUTANT!” The fucking hillbilly shouts, and Logan isn’t an idiot. There’s trouble coming.

Without thinking, he scoops up your limp body and dashes you outside as men gather like an old timey mod.

He places you on the front of his bike, one strong arm holds you up and kicks the stand of the bike. Back to the mansion.

Another goddamn stray. Can’t keep them off me.

The gates opened as his bike rode up the twisted roads over half an hour later. Good thing the bike was registered to Scott, because if he got clocked speeding, it was bordering on reckless driving. 

Despite being in a hurry, Logan made sure to kick the stand up after riding the bike right up to the steps. He didn’t want the engine flooded. Then whose bike would he steal?

Bursting into the entrance, he finds Scott in a blue and yellow button down PJ set, sleep mask on and arms crossed. “You have GOT to stop-” Then Scott see’s you, passed out, bloody faced, and blue bodied, and senses the urgency.

He grabs Logan, shoving him to get to the medbay ASAP. Logan could run much fastert than Scott, even with your weight, but Scott was behind him. “JEEAANNN!”. The yelling was more to get it out in his mind, no doubt communicating with her in there to get to the bed medbay, which was near their bedroom.

By the time Logan got there, Jean was already setting up. She was in a robe, forest green and silky, something Scott probably got for her, the thoughtful fuck. Annoyingly, it was long, covering up those legs. That was also probably intensional on Scott’s part. Jean was in boxers. Probably Scotts, and she liked to sleep in skimpy cami’s. On second thought, the gift was probably more Scott keeping her wrapped up considering how many times Jean gets called to the med bay in the middle of the night.

“Tell me everything you know.”

Logan half panicked. He didn’t actually know anything. “I don’t really know. I talked to her briefly at the bar but that’s it.”

Green eyes flashed up at him, then back down. Jean knew what he was doing. “Did you sleep with her yet?”

He didn’t really know why THAT was relevant. 

“No, she rejected me too.” Well, that was a bit bitter. Logan corrected himself. Not the time. “Uh, fuck, she’s a mutant.”

Jean stopped, then dropped her shoulders as she deadpanned. “I couldn’t tell.” She could get a little snarky when under stress, so Logan let that roll off his back and she hooked you up to some monitors.

“She got into a bar fight, one guy hit her over the head with a stool, that's when she blacked out. Another kicked her face before I got there. One to the nose, one to the forehead.”

Jean nodded, this was the information she needed. 

“Steal toed books by the looks of it, got her pretty good. Anything else?”

“She turned blue a little after passing out, and she’s a beta.”

She placed her hands over the woman's body. “She probably can hide her mutation if she’s conscious about it. Knocking her out took away that defense.”

Just then, Scott entered the room, finally catching up. You’d think with those long legs he’d be faster, but running isn't his strong suit. “How is she?”

“Stable, but I need one of you to put the gauze on her head, she’s still bleeding.” Scott found the materials needed and applied gentle pressure. “Heart rate is good, but she’s unconscious still. Logan how long has it been?”

“45 minutes maybe?”

She swears under her breath. “Well, that’s not great. Let me get into her head.” After a few minutes, she relaxes a little bit. “Okay. Not traumatic brain injury. It’s a moderate concussion. She’ll need some rest but she’ll be okay, it seems.”

“Any sign of a healing factor?” Scott asks, but Jean shakes her head.

“If it is, it’s nothing like yours,” She nods to Logan. “or even Remy. Or like Remy, she needs to be conscious about it.” Jean put down her hands. “There’s not much I can do right now. It’s best to let her wake up naturally, unless this goes longer than a day. I’ll keep monitering-”

Your eyes flashed open, blue and glowing lightly, gasping a little for breath. When you saw Logan and Scott of one side of the bed, the confusion grew to panic. “Shit!” You try to roll off the bed, away from them, but are either too out of it still or too tied up in monitors to make it far. You fall, and Jean catches you. Logan moved to go to you, but Scott held him back. Logan didn’t know why

“Hey, hey it’s alright, you’re safe here.” You calm more after seeing her, letting Jean sit you down.

When you look up at Scott and Logan again, you lock eyes with the older man. To their surprise, you roll your eyes, “Oh great. This fucking guy again.”

If Logan was being honest, he didn’t like you very much.

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thank you so so much for giving this a chance!!!I had a lot of fun writig this, which isn't something ive said a lot lately.

I originally was on my drive back from my parents like "i wanna write omegaverse" it was originally gonna be a lot more serious, but as i was planning and thinking it just ended up having a sillier vibe.

It will still have more serious themes here and there, but nothing like what i usually do. Im very nervous. The most lighthearted series ive ever done was the DBF joel series but that was more a series of one shots. And awakening was goofy and silly sometimes but was also pretty heavily about the beauty of coming out later in life, finding yourself, exploring sexuality, and deep trust.

This fic is playing on the rom com vibes. Idiots in love. Enemies to lovers. I hope you guys like it. Prinny says she think it'll be good for me to have something lighter, considering how much dark fics and dark themes i do.

I know I was talking about the series with my OC sadie summers and logan and thats still in the works, but there were some kinks i needed to work out that I havn't yet before i can go foreward. Fen and I are almost done with IYWBW, and when that done ill start on the benny miller x oc series for the final installment of Leather and lace universe!!!

and eventually, EVENTUALLY i will get that final chapter of ROF done. its just HARD (like my dick)

peace and love girlies (gn)

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[bunnyywritings]

nerves and motorcycle rides

SOUL EATER EVANS x FEM!READER

[a/n: i'm gonna change my theme so i'll add a header later but i've been rewatching my favorite shows so expect more of these! enjoy !! <3]

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wc: 1.5k words

warnings: a few swear words and modern!au kinda lol

Maka eyed Soul in amusement, watching as her weapon partner gazed at you in the cafeteria. You had been chatting it up with your meister as you two waited in line, trays in hand. Soul had been crushing on you bad. He was disheartened because he thought you and your partner were a couple but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. 

She had spoken to you at a party a few days ago and subtly asked if you were seeing anyone. You adamantly denied it as your eyes searched the small crowd until falling on a familiar head of white hair, a deep red blush on your cheeks that you had hoped Maka had waved off as the liquor in your cup, that you definitely should not have been drinking. 

From then on it was almost sickening to see the sweet unnoticed glances the both of you threw at each other. 

“Soul, just ask her out already.” Tsubaki suggested lightheartedly, stealing the words that were about to roll off of Maka’s tongue. 

The blonde nodded in agreement. “Yeah, Soul. Cool guys should speak up about what they’re feeling.” She teased. 

“Tch, forget it.” He turned back to look at his food, pushing it around with a fork. “She’s already with someone.” 

“Who? (Y/n)? No she’s not.” Kid hummed as he, Liz, and Patty took their seats at the table. 

“How would you know?” Soul grimaced, waiting for some kind of punchline. 

“Cause she said so.” Patty shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“She comes over to get her nails done by Liz and she’s surprisingly very gossip-y.” Kid took a sip of his water. 

“Yeah, she said she had her eye on someone.” Liz moved her eyebrows suggestively at Soul. “She was trying to be vague about her description but it was obviously you.” 

Soul said nothing as he processed all this information. As long as he had known you, you were always a little shy and closed off. Maka and the others had helped you out of your cocoon so, when you all hung out together outside of school, he got to see another side of you. Your boisterous laughter was melodic and infectious, your smiles unabashed and wide, even going as far as throwing around sarcastic and snarky quips here and there. It was his favorite thing to see your cheeks rosy as you joined Patty in whatever silly antics possessed her. 

“Hey guys!” Your meister grinned as you both took a seat. Your eyes scanned everyone  before they met Soul’s. He could’ve sworn they lit up as you sent a shy smile his way. 

Oh Lord, you were gonna be the death of him. 

The weekend came rather quickly and Soul found himself bored and alone at home. Maka had gone to the library with Tsubaki and Kid to study and Blair was working a shift at Chupa Cabra’s. He had cleaned to keep busy but after that, there really wasn’t much to do and it was only 12pm. 

“Oh man, this is totally uncool.” He muttered, slumping into the couch cushion. He stared at the wall for a bit before a vibration against his thigh snapped him out of his daze. Hastily pulling it out of his pocket, he flipped it over and his heart started to beat faster at your picture filling his screen. He cleared his throat. 

“Hey, what’s up?” 

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “H-Hey Soul, are you-are you busy?” 

“Not at all.” Never too busy for you is what he really wanted to say. 

“Okay, uhm well I was gonna grab s-some coffee and maybe go shopping.” You paused and he waited patiently for you to continue. “I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come with me?” 

He was stunned silent, you wanted to hang out with him? “But only if you want to! There’s-uhm there’s no pressure, obv-obviously.” He thought your panic was cute. 

“Yeah, that sounds like fun. I’m in. I’ll pick you up in…20 minutes. S’that okay?” 

“Y-yeah! Yes, more than okay. See you in twenty!” He could hear your beaming smile and it made his lips stretch into one as well. 

“I’ll see you in twenty.” He confirmed before hanging up. 

He rushed to get dressed, grabbing his extra helmet before driving the familiar route to your apartment. 

Your fingertips were buzzing with nervous excitement as you waited for Soul, however, as a familiar motorcycle came rumbling to a stop not too far from you, your nerves skyrocketed. How could you forget he drove a motorcycle?!

“Hey! Ready to go?” He smiled so gently at you, it almost made you forget about your nerves entirely. Keyword: almost.

“Uhm y-yeah, I just uh…I’ve never been on a-a motorcycle before.” Your cheeks were incredibly red and he eyed as you fiddled with your nails. 

“Ah shit, I should’ve asked if that was okay.” He was mentally smacking his forehead. “I could get us an Uber or something?” 

“N-No! That’s okay, I don’t mind…just a little nervous.”

“Are you sure?” He’d just die if he ever made you feel uncomfortable.You nodded, determination clear in your eyes that made a little smirk lift the edge of his mouth. “Alright, hop on.” 

He got on first, holding the bike steady as you climbed on the seat behind him. You had the visor up on the helmet and he thought it was adorable to see how it squished your cheeks a little bit. “You can wrap your arms around me to hold on.” He looked down and watched as your shaky hands wrapped around his torso. “Hold on tight, m’kay?” You nodded. “If you want me to slow down, tap twice.” He felt your hand gently smack against where it rested near his hip. 

“Good. Just like that.” His praise made your breath hitch.

When he pulled away from the curb, he grinned at the muffled squeak that came from you before you leaned into him even more, arms tightening around him. You were so warm, he could get addicted to your touch if you’d let him. 

At a light, he rested his feet against the ground and without really thinking, he rested his hand atop yours. The feeling of his hand had startled you slightly but you definitely weren’t complaining. A surge of confidence filled your body and you shifted your fingers so they slotted between his. He glanced down and almost couldn’t believe it, the back of your hand was a little cold against his warm palm so his thumb moved to gently caress your skin in an attempt to warm you up. 

His coffee seemed to taste sweeter than usual but he chalked it up to the rose colored tint that you brought to his life. He had bought a few things at the thrift you had suggested going to but he was most grateful for having been able to see you step in and out of the dressing rooms, asking his opinions on outfits, both of you turning red when you had meekly stepped out in a short black skirt with cherries on it. 

Sadly, the day was coming to an end and he had to drop you off back home. 

But as he parked and helped you off of his bike, you seemed to be trying to prolong going inside. You gazed at him for a second. He was leaning on his bike and facing you, half sitting on his seat with his legs spread. He was also letting himself take you in. You had gotten cold and he had gladly given you his blue pullover to wear. 

“Okay…well uhm th-thanks Soul. I had fun.” 

“Yeah, me too…” He looked down at his feet, desperately thinking of something else to say. 

You smiled sadly, upset that you were so scared to make a move. “Goodnight.” He echoed the sentiment and watched you slump back into your apartment building, still in his sweater. 

“I’m such an idiot.” He groaned, moving to pull his helmet on. 

“Soul!” Surprised, he halted his movements and rested the helmet in his lap. 

“(Y/n)? What happe-” You rushed over and he was cut off when your lips met his. He immediately reciprocated and held your waist so you didn’t fall over, smiling into the kiss when a small noise left your throat, deepening it and pulling you closer until your hands rested against his chest. 

Pulling away, you refused to meet his eyes. So he gently gripped your chin and turned your gaze back to him. “Can I kiss you again?” His pleading tone made you weak in the knees, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. You muttered, “Yes.” And he dove right back in. 

Once he was home, a dazed smile was permanently on his lips. 

Not even the text message from your weapon in the groupchat could change that. 

fucking finally !! [image attached]

If anything, he was glad that the moment was captured, almost straight out of a movie. 

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Once you build a following, you will get the most wonderful, loving, and supportive anons in your inbox! Cherish them, respond to them, and have fun with them! Because there is a very high chance, you will also get assholes in your inbox.

I say this from the bottom of my heart but do NOT give hateful people your attention because that is what they thrive on. I still get them, but when I tell you I am at so much peace, I block and delete the messages and carry on.

If a certain message bothers me for a bit, then I just take a little break, talk to some friends about what happened, and do what helps me calm down so I don't act rashly. Don't be afraid to turn off anonymous messages for a while. This is YOUR blog, not theirs.

Don't feel pressured to answer every ask or fulfill every request. Take your time because that can burn you out! I love socializing so much, but sometimes I just pull a blank on how to respond to my asks. I always ensure my mutuals and followers know that I'm not ignoring them and just tend to go blank-brained with some asks, OR I save some of them to look at when I'm sad!

Overall, just start and DO IT FOR YOURSELF.

That's the best advice for when you want to make anything. You just have to start posting and learning and improving as you go on. Hopefully, this will sort of help. I know it's not the best list of advice, but it's just some things I would tell myself back when I first started.

If you have any other questions, I can try my best to answer them!

[lunarbuck]

Kinktober Week 2: Double Penetration

header: @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 802

Prompt: Double penetration

Warnings: smut (p in v), double penetration, fingering, oral (f receiving), swearing, pet names [baby], praise

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Bucky presses you down on the mattress, the bulk of his body covering yours as he kisses you passionately. “You really think you’re ready?” You nod, eyes twisting shut as his hands roam over your body.

“She seems to think she’s ready, Buck,” Steve whispers, running his hand along Bucky’s spine. “Why don’t we let her show us.”

Bucky is on you in a flash, kissing and nipping along your neck and collarbones. Steve’s hands drift over your body, squeezing and massaging. The two men work you up until your head is spinning with need, just the way they like you.

It doesn’t take long for metal fingers to trace along the seam of your panties, cool against your heated body, and you gasp at the temperature difference. Bucky grins down at you, loving how responsive you are.

Together, Bucky and Steve work your panties down your legs and begin to take you apart with their fingers and tongues. It overwhelms your senses, feeling so much all at once, but the two men keep you grounded in the moment with words of praise and love.

You can feel nervousness and excitement in the air. The three of you have been working up to this for quite some time now, and you can tell they’re eager. They work hard to bring you to the edge, heat tightening in your belly.

“Please,” you whimper, tangling your fingers in Steve’s hair. “Please fuck me, Stevie.” He moans against your pussy and smiles, circling your clit with his tongue. Bucky’s fingers curl to hit the spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back, and the band in your belly snaps. Steve pulls away and watches you come undone, clearly pleased, before guiding Bucky away.

You hear shuffling and the tearing of wrappers, and a moment later, Steve helps you into the position he wants you in. He lays down and guides you on top of him, and you line his cock up with your entrance. Bucky kneels behind you, kissing the soft skin of your shoulder.

“You’re gonna look so fucking pretty taking both of us,” he whispers in your ear. You grin, sinking down on Steve’s cock. He groans, gripping your hips with his big hands, guiding your movements.

Bucky slides his fingers down your body, feeling where Steve is pumping inside of you. You shiver when he adds a finger alongside Steve’s cock. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this to you, stretching you and getting you used to the feeling, but you know this time will end differently.

You take deep breaths while Bucky adds another lubricated finger, and Steve helps you through it by sliding this thumb over your clit, gently teasing it.

“I think she’s ready,” Bucky says to Steve, the two men exchanging a heated glance. Electricity thrums through your body, anticipation thick in the air. Bucky removes his hand, and Steve steadies you, halting your movements.

You rise up until just the tip of Steve’s dick is inside of you, and Bucky lines himself up, biting down on your shoulder. Four hands grip your body, easing you down. The stretch burns, and you screw your eyes shut, but those hands tease and graze over your clit and nipples, bringing you pleasure right along with the pain.

Bucky and Steve both hold their breaths, holding themselves back while you adjust to the feeling of taking both of them. You release a loud moan when they’re fully inside of you, and your whole body shakes at the sensation.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” Bucky rasps, thrusting his hips with each word. Steve groans, biting his lip to the point where he draws blood. They work in unison, pumping into you with measured thrusts, but you can tell the longer it goes on, the more their control is slipping.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper, your mind melting into a puddle of pleasure. You’re putty in their strong hands.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Steve praises. “Look so perfect taking both of us.” Their careful pace stutters, and as if a switch has been flipped, they both begin to rut into you with deep, hard thrusts. Your body hums, succumbing to an orgasm that takes you by surprise. It drags you under, stealing your breath, and all you can do is hold on as Steve and Bucky follow you under.

The two men ease you onto the bed before they dispose of their condoms. You suck in deep breaths as you come down from the high. Bucky and Steve lay down, one on either side of you, and press kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose. They hold you close, warming you with their bodies and whispering to you how proud they are, how much they love you, how perfect you are for them.

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟: 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 important note: only works if you have a pro or a pro plus account, and can use the 'embed' element.

―  STEP ONE:  PREPARING YOUR MUSIC

if you want to have music play on your carrd, the most important thing is, of course, the music. just make sure you have whatever song you want to have played in your files, and if you don't already have it, make sure to download it. now, the next step is to share your file so you'll get a direct file link you can later use in your music player code. personally i'm gonna be using and explaining the dropbox method for this, but there are other ways to do it as well. upload the music file to your dropbox ( either directly or to a special folder, whatever you prefer ) and then click the share button. then create link and copy link and you'll end up with a link that should look something like this: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/j904wa1i2e229tdfa4rkb/ok-3.gif?rlkey=jy7822s2rrgaszj3jduggxn9k&dl=0 to create a direct download link out of this one, take out the 'www' and instead replace it with 'dl' so you'll have something like this: https://dl.dropbox.com/scl/fi/j904wa1i2e229tdfa4rkb/ok-3.gif?rlkey=jy7822s2rrgaszj3jduggxn9k&dl=0 save this link somewhere or keep it handy because we're gonna need it again a little later once we actually start working on the carrd.

―  STEP TWO:  GET THE MUSIC PLAYER ON YOUR CARRD

for the next step, we're gonna be looking at different music player codes. there are a wide variety of ready-to-use ones already available ( for example here ) or if you are good at coding, you can always create your own as well. whatever you prefer and feel more comfortable with. once you've found something you like, copy the code because it's finally time to actually put it all on your carrd. if you have multiple sections and want your music to be played in all of them, either use a header or a footer and if you only want it in one, put it in the one you want to use for this. click on the little '+' to add an embed element to your carrd ( it's the one with this symbol: '</>' ). scroll down to the 'code' section and paste the code of the music player you've previously copied there. next thing you need to do to make sure it plays the song you want is to locate the '<audio id="audio" src="link here"audio"></audio>' and replace the link with the direct file link of your music. to see if you've been successful, you either need to publish your site or save it as a template ( in case you aren't ready to publish it yet but still wanna check if everything worked as planned ) and it should display the music player and play your music once clicked.

―  STEP THREE:  CUSTOMIZE IT ( optional )

the last, and optional, thing you can do is customize it to your preferences. this is best done if you have a little knowledge and understanding of html coding, but minor things like changing colors can totally be done without it. for example, if you want to change colors just locate those within the code ( titled 'color' or 'background-color' and they should have a hexcode number right beside it ) and change the hexcode to whatever you want to use. or if it includes text, you can change the font size ( aptly titled 'font-size' ). you can just play around with different settings to see if you'll get something you like ― most of it within the '<style></style>' section of the code is pretty self-explanatory.

[razzmatome]

First

         Lifting on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. She saw his eyes narrow further, but they didn’t close. He was still waiting to see how far she was willing to go.

         Which annoyed her. He annoyed her.

Pairing: Jude/fOC

Words: 2296

CW: Mild suggestive sexual behaviour

Prompt: First kiss

A/N: First fic in a long time but when the prompt was posted in the Discord, my brain went into hyper drive. OC isn't Kate but got caught up with Jude through other means. Headers and borders from @/natimiles

         She was not cut out for physical activity.

         Panting as she ran, Bea could only focus on making sure she didn’t trip over her own feet. The vice grip Jude had on her wrist told her he was unlikely to stop if she fell and being hauled through streets and back alleys was embarrassing enough as it was. She didn’t need to add insult to injury and have him drag her as well.

         But, God, she needed him to stop running!

         They’d been going to check one of his warehouses for a new shipment when he’d realised they were being followed. He hadn’t wasted any time hustling her into an alleyway to cut across town. But it hadn’t done any good as they’d run into even more people who’d ‘wanted to have a word with Mr Jazza’.

         Now they were running. Because she was there. If he’d been alone, he probably would have dealt with them, but he’d made her come along because it was her shipment that had come in. She had tried to tell him that it was fine, that she could check them later, but no. He’d wanted her there, telling her it was pointless for him to check the quality of the fabric later when they could check it now. But now she was a liability to him instead of just an annoyance.

         “J-Jude,” she gasped as he turned down another alley. “Stop!”

         She heard the sharp noise he made but he didn’t slow. At this rate, she was going to pass out. A sharp ache was throbbing in her side and she couldn’t breathe. She needed him to stop. Surely, they’d gone far enough and didn’t need to keep up this pace.

         It finally happened when he rounded a corner sharply. She overbalanced and stumbled. There was no time to react, and she resigned herself to the pain that was coming. Along with the tongue lashing that was sure to come immediately after.

         But it didn’t. Jude pulled on her arm as he turned, keeping her from completely tipping over, and grunted as she fell into him. She felt him stiffen as he braced them both to keep them out of the dirt.

         When he didn’t say anything, she gripped his shirt and fought to get her breathing back under control. Her everything felt like it was on fire and-

         “We ain’t got time to stop, princess.”

         -he was completely fine. Maybe a little winded but fine. Because this was a normal part of his life. She sucked in a deep breath and shook her head. “You go,” she panted.

         “Ha? The fuck you sayin’? They saw ya with me,” he said shortly, pulling away from her and not letting go of her arm. “You think they’re just gonna let ya walk away?”

         She knew that but she was going to slow him down. She could tuck away somewhere to hide and make her way back to safety after they’d passed. Maybe it was wrong to use him as bait to save her own skin, but this was his fault in the first place.

         He took a step back toward her when she didn’t move, making her head tip back to meet his gaze. “Ya thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ dumb, princess? Somethin’ noble?” he sneered.

         Hiding was hardly noble. “I’m going to fucking pass out,” she snapped back. “I can’t run anymore!”

         “Quit yer yappin’. If you can do that, you can run.”

         She was going to kill him. Tugging on her arm, she hissed as he held on tighter. “Jude, just let-”

         “We’re wastin’ time.”

         “No!” she said, digging her heels in. She could not run anymore!

         “We don’t have time to-”

         “Spread out and find them!”

         Her spine stiffened even as Jude swore sharply at the shout that was far too close for comfort. She reached for his hand, trying to pry his grip off her. “Jude, just go!” she said tightly.

         “Not happenin’ and now yer gonna owe me for this shit.”

         God, what was he going to do? Fight all of them? When he stepped in front of her, she realised he fully intended to do that. She gaped at his back, her thoughts whirling. How was this better than him leaving her behind? He thought she had had noble thoughts? What was this?! It certainly wasn’t going to end with him walking away unscathed and if he got hurt because she was here, she’d owe him even more. She was tired of owing him.

         Looking around, she grabbed the back of his coat and pulled.

         “What the f-”

         “Shh!” Bea snapped, pulling him into a shadowed alcove between buildings. This was a long shot and probably dumb. She could have made it easier, but her sister would kill her if she ever found out she exposed her abilities to anyone. Even if this was a life or death situation, Cate would tell her she wasn’t allowed to do it unless she was prepared to kill everyone around her who saw.

         “This ain’t gonna work,” he growled, crowding into her despite his words.

         She backed into the wall, ignoring how close he was to her. It wasn’t a great idea but if it did come down to a fight, it would be harder for anyone to get past him to use her against him. But her heart was hammering in her chest because he was right. God, this wasn’t going to be enough. They wouldn’t be clearly seen if someone went running past but if they looked back? Maybe she should have tried to push her tired body and kept running. Maybe she should have tried harder to get him to leave her behind. Maybe-

         “Calm down,” Jude muttered. “Yer breathin’ too loud.”

         She was? She couldn’t hear it over the pounding of her heart. This wasn’t enough. They were going to be found unless she did something more. Maybe she could warp the shadows without him realising. It would be tricky without moving her hands and he was so close he was sure to feel her moving. Was there anything else she could do? Anything that didn’t involve using her magic?

         “Princess, quit-” He grunted when she reached up to grab his face.

         This was absolutely a dumb idea, but she was out of good ones. Bea expected him to resist her, he never did what she wanted, but he leaned in when she pulled on him. A curious light was in his eyes, almost like he was waiting to see if she was bold enough to follow through with where they both knew she was going.

         She could feel his breath on her lips, could smell the tobacco on it. But she was focused on his eyes. They’d narrowed but she could still see that damned look in them, daring her to do it.

         “Check that way!”

         Lifting on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. She saw his eyes narrow further, but they didn’t close. He was still waiting to see how far she was willing to go.

         Which annoyed her. He annoyed her.

         She slipped her fingers into his hair, holding him to her. It had to be convincing if they were spotted. They needed to look like a couple stealing a moment in the shadows, not a pair on the run. But she couldn’t do it by herself and right now she was.

         Pulling just away from him, she breathed, “You ass.”

         Oh, she recognised that smug smirk. He wanted her to work for it. This was her idea so it was up to her to do it.

         Ass, she repeated silently. But she leaned in again, slanting her mouth over his. He was watching her still, that smugness hanging in the air around him. Would he rather fight them instead of kissing her? Was this really so horrible that he’d rather risk getting hurt?

         Her irritation got the better of her and she bit his lip.

         His eyes widened a fraction before she felt something shift in him.

         Gasping as he pressed fully into her, her fingers dug into his hair as he deepened the kiss. Her eyes squeezed shut as he didn’t let up. Damn it, she’d wanted him to respond but she hadn’t expected this from him! The kiss was rough and now she was struggling to breathe for an entirely new reason. All she could feel and taste was him and it was overwhelming.

         Hands grasped her hips, holding her right where he wanted. She hissed as his fingers squeezed through her clothes and dug into soft flesh. There were going to be bruises. She already knew her wrist was going to be covered in them and now he was marking her further.

         “Can’t keep up, princess?”

         Damn him. Cracking her eyes open, she was surprised he was still so close. Pale eyes caught her gaze almost immediately but it was the hint of heat in them that truly caught her off-guard.

         “Jude.” She didn’t get to say more as they both heard feet pounding down the alleyway and his mouth found hers again.

         It was hard not to moan as he didn’t hesitate, biting her lip this time. She felt him shift a little before she jumped when he gripped her leg and hauled it up against his hip. Her cheeks heated as cool air hit her skin, her skirt rucking up to expose far more than she wanted, and one hand dropped to his shoulder to push at him. Surely that was too far!

         But she stopped when she heard a low whistle come from behind him. “Well, damn!”

         Jude’s fingers dug into her thigh and he crowded closer between her legs. His kiss was still rough, but it was clear he was paying attention to whoever had spotted them. It seemed they were in the shadows enough that they weren’t immediately recognised but would that last if they couldn’t make this look real.

         Throwing caution to the wind, Bea hooked her leg around his hips and let herself moan. She hated that it wasn’t entirely fake. Her annoyance at him and all of this aside…he did feel far too good settled against her like this.

         “Oi, what are you doin’?”

         Her heart sank and Jude tensed. “No, wait,” she whispered as he leaned back from her.

         “Had yer chance, princess,” he muttered. “Now-”

         “Leave a man alone,” another voice yelled. “We ain’t got business with them!”

         “But-”

         “You really think a man like Jazza is gonna stop to get his dick wet? Get out of there! We’re gonna lose them!”

         Bea held her breath as they listened to the goons leave. Had it…really worked? She sighed before yelping when he snapped the strap of her garter against her thigh. “Excuse me!” she snapped, trying to move away from him.

         He didn’t budge, eyeing her for a long moment. “Didn’t know ya had that in ya.”

         She huffed and pushed at him. “Let go,” she said tightly.

         Her mouth flattened when he snapped the garter again, lifting it further this time. Great. A welt to add to the bruises because she was sure there were impressions of his fingertips on the back of her thigh from how hard he’d been holding it. “Yer the one clingin’ to me,” he pointed out.

         Her fingers jerked open as she realised she was still clutching at the back of his head. But she couldn’t do anything about the leg he was holding. “Jude,” she said, trying to keep calm. “Let go.”

         She felt him toying with the garter again and wanted to smack him when he tugged on it. But the snap wasn’t as hard this time and his hand dropped from her.

         Her leg came down fast, a small hiss leaving her as the heel of her shoe jostled her ankle, and she quickly reached to smooth her skirt down as he stepped back. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he lit a cigarette and kept an eye on the alley. Once again, he seemed completely unbothered by anything that had transpired. Well, no, not entirely. She pressed her lips together, an amused little huff leaving her as she saw that his hair was messed from her hands.

         “Somethin’ funny?”

         She could not tell him…but someone would and he would know that she hadn’t. “Stand still,” she muttered, reaching out to smooth his hair back into place. She’d messed it up; it was only proper for her to fix it.

         He was eyeing her again and slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke once she stepped back from him. “Make up yer mind, princess,” he muttered, turning away from her.

         About what? She moved after him when he started to leave their little alcove before almost running into him when he stopped suddenly to look at her. “What?’ Bea asked warily.

         Jude rolled his eyes at her. “Ya got us out of that mess so I owe ya for that and for the other thing.”

         “What other thing?”

         “Ya gonna look me in the eyes and tell me ya didn’t just waste your first kiss on someone like me?”

         Her cheeks heated but she didn’t say anything as she looked away from him. “I don’t need anything for that,” she mumbled.

         “Ha, liked it that much, did ya?”

         “I like being alive, Jude.”

         “Shouldn’t be around me then. But I clear my debts, princess, and this won’t be any different.”

         It was just a kiss. If it had mattered to her that much, she wouldn’t have done it in the first place. But as she followed him back toward the main street, she couldn’t help wondering what he considered equivalent payment for a first kiss.

[uncleasad]

fanfic writer ask game -> 85!

85. what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

Ooh! This a fun question, but very difficult for me, because my brain is really not wired for all the visual stuff…I love seeing everyone’s fic covers and moodboards, but I don’t have the skills to make one myself.

But let’s talk about Hosie Historic Preservation, my Hallmark-style fic idea for this year’s Christmas fic (hopefully 🤞), which I’m trying to write on for as long as my brain’s up for it right now 🤞

So we’re gonna have pictures of the Salvatore Boarding House—the exterior, the library, the fireplace. And since it’s winter and Christmas, small-town town square in the snow and/or decorated from Christmas (probably some screencaps from TVD would have this from Covington/Mystic Falls?) A ski slope nestled among verdant trees. And some stills or screencaps from 2x08 “This Christmas Was Surprisingly Violent”—especially this one:

Some more baked goods (a basket of muffins?). A clean yet homey, cozy bedroom, quilt on the bed. A radiator. But also some images of peeling paint and cracked plaster, that sort of thing.

A businesswoman in a powerful blue pantsuit, maybe a Louboutin seen from behind. A shot of some part of the NYC skyline with high-rises and skyscrapers (again probably in the snow). Part of a deed or contract, worn and faded somewhat by time (but not too much…it’s not necessarily that old). Maybe a ledger showing lots of red? A black limo. A bank safety deposit box on a table, with its lid leaning against it. A section of cemetery with several headstones.

The Talisman of Sound.

I’m not sure what sort of image of Hope specifically I’d choose (unlike Josie, where I’d seen that specific one recently). Aurora looking shifty or menacing. Maybe Maya looking excited or Landon looking goofy in love? Sebastian looking very old-timey. Penelope with a smirk. Grandma Mary. Lizzie…I don’t have a specific idea for her, either…happy and free, but beyond that?

And then some tender, intimate, dim/poorly-lit (😂) Hosie scene, because Hosie endgame, of course! (If all else fails, the one I’m using as my header image, even though there’s no magic in this fic.)

I’m only about 5K words into this, Hope and Josie haven’t met yet, so I don’t know more than the skeleton of the story arc (I don’t even know what the role of the talisman is going to be), and it’s possible that I’d have other things I’d add later…but these are the kind of vibes (and a few spoiler-ish references 😂) I’m working with so far.

Thanks for the Ask! I hope the answer was interesting 😀

[the-hatchaxe-collective]

The Hatch-Axe Collective

heyo and hello, this is killer speaking. welcome to the hatch-axe collective. we are a subsystem in another system (unsure if im gonna specify). posts on here will only be made by the hatch-axe collective, im hoping its mostly art and comics but we'll see.

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warning : we have heavy dyslexia, are heavily traumatized as we are traumagenic, will post gore esc, graphic, and distressing situations due to vent art so be prepared for triggering media. this also includes sexual content probably and other shit. oh yeah cussing too. just lots of explicit stuff. there's also gonna be uncensored situations where it can be just overall disturbing. (is the bold helping lol)

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im just trying to warn you people. im mentally ill and healing from a lot of suffering so im not going to make the best decisions. it isnt an excuse but im just informing you that im not a fucking angel and WILL fuxk up.

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info :

collective name : hatch-axe collective

preferred name : killer

pronouns : he/they/it/ze/xe

terms : nonhuman/androg/masc/plural

heavier amnesia barriers ; high dissociative barriers

unhealthy habits (in healing)

traumagenic (i seriously don't understand how other genics work isnt it a trauma induced disorder)

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boundaries :

source questions : seriously depends

source mates : dont ever say you're them. you wont match, you arent them. you just look like them you arent them. trust me.

nicknames : ask

roleplay : no.

age : below 14 is a no. we are bodily 18.

flirting : no im taken, as a joke then maybe its fine but if you have any desires in me or any sexual intent no.

dni : idk people who hurt people ig. idrc unless you are hurting people. people who intentionally go out of their way to hurt people just dont make sense to me. i dont really have a group of people i hate thats weird so if you are an individual who hurts people and gets a kick out of it stay away from me.

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tumblr boundaries :

dms : ig

asks : sure

@ : why???

reblogs : ig lol

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requests updates :

requests : open

payment : none, $0, im having fun

what can i request? : full blown art maybe, dividers yes, sysboxes yes, headers yeah

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blog stuff :

what do i post? : i post system stuff, stuff about myself, art, comics, requested shit, etc. this isnt some concrete thing im just hanging out.

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more about me :

hey so once again the person posting this is killer.

im mentally like 20s, almosy pushing it is 26

i like art, listening to music, cats, cooking, interacting with others, etc

im a sex lover and am poly (not looking)

i don't really know my gender im just masc presenting

i like cheezy romcom shit too its so just so delicious.

(can you tell im writing this all on the fly-)

my favorite things to are sweets, i love chocolate especially. ooo those chocolates with fillings in them- yk those??? i fucking love those.

you are free to ask me stuff btw, my asks for ME are open. use thise emoji when directed towards me btw 🔪🪓

alright, may add more shit later. cya

[springbloomer]

Karaoke Night with the Boys~

Woah I'm back, and I'm actually alive. Ah writing more scenarios, I missed it (only kinda, I don't lie). I'm also gonna change up the format of my posts, seems to much to add headers every time 😑

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Characters: The Brothers, Bromies, and House of Lamentation Homies (they're ur boyfriends and mine)

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Karaoke night, YEAHHHHHH!!! You and the guys have been planning this for quite some time, and now that the major RAD studies were finally accomplished, all of you wanted to just kick back, relax, and singgGgGgGG~

LUCIFER

WOULD most likely have to cover everything

WOULD have to supervise all of his brothers' moves

WOULD NOT sing first, but if he will, he'd show off in front of you

WOULD sing old cheesy love songs, and later regret it in his sleep

IS the father of the party, old man can't catch a break

MAMMON

WOULD be left tied up as punishment because of failing tons of tests

WOULD be the second light of the party, next to Asmo (imo)

WOULD be into rock songs, but maybe those that have hints of love in them for ya (idk if there are any tbh)

WOULD NOT let anyone sit beside you so closely, except for him

WOULD be clingy once drunk because of course he ordered Demonus

IS that kind of guy who knows how to keep the party goin' (but again, probs second to Asmo)

LEVIATHAN

WOULD decline the party, but obviously came because Henry was gonna be there

WOULD bring any portable gadget

WOULD NOT sing anything else but anime openings, endings, fan songs, and those kinds

WOULD be forced to sing a song request from you because be honest, we wanna tease the baby

WILL do impromptu Ruri-chan poses, dialogues, and impressions once drunk

IS the luggage you might have to take home together with Belpie

SATAN

WOULD rather enjoy new books, but went anyway

WOULD sing classic karaoke songs, and some love songs to woo you

WOULD NOT hesitate to shut anybody up during his turn

WOULD make sure you enjoy hearing his voice

WOULD try to keep his composure but later snuggle next to you when drunk

IS just that one cool guy trying to win you over by the power of his smooth voice

ASMODEUS

WOULD have to convince everyone to come with you as the main factor

WOULD have planned the perfect outfit 3 weeks before actual date

WOULD volunteer to sing first and flirt with you mid-song

WOULD NOT allow any depressing heartbreaking songs because it kills the vibes

WOULD have been by your side the entire time, but had to leave to sing in front of everyone

IS the planner and light of the celebration, despite Mammon being so rowdy and Satan rampaging every now and then

BEELZEBUB

WOULD pack snacks on the way, and ate them all before leaving anyway

WOULD try to order the entire menu, having Lucifer to stop him

WOULD satisfy his stomach before taking the microphone

WOULD just get back to eating right after the song

WOULD NOT hesitate to chew the microphone wires while waiting for more food

IS just that guy who eats and sings, and repeats

BELPHEGOR

WOULD be left behind cuz of sleeping in the attic

WOULD have to be woken up every time for his turn

WOULD always be lying right next to you, mostly sleeping, sometimes half-listening

WOULD NOT be awoken by some fights, unless something gets thrown across the room

WOULD have his head in your lap for maximum comfort, also because he just wants to see your face sometimes

IS the luggage next to Levi once the party's over

[digiflora]

𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘!

( header art by happy2ning on twt !! )

୨♡୧ pairing :: roadman!childe x reader (not rlly roadman but #lol)

୨♡୧ contains :: no content warnings. roadman childe ofc lmao. i was cackling while writing this don't take it too seriously

୨♡୧ gia's notes :: oh i just know this is gonna flop. anyways first post yayy. sorry that it ended weird i didn't really know how to finish it but if this gets like 10 notes i'll write another part 🙏

so yeah ROADMAN CHILDE 😭 nothing can convince me otherwise

so ur just minding ur business at the park waiting for your friend right

and then you hear this unfamiliar voice

wagwan piffting wots your bbm pin

"ayo wys b"

you look up from scrolling on your phone to see the most beautiful person you've ever seen in your life

he's tall, wearing a puffer with grey trackies, and you have to physically stop yourself from letting your eyes wander downward, instead meeting the gaze of his clear blue eyes as he glances over your figure without shame

he's got an easy smile on his face, just bordering on a smirk and you feel yourself become self-conscious underneath his gaze

"what's your snap babe"

if it were any other guy, you wouldn't even hesitate to get up from the bench where you were sat and just leave without another word, but there's something about the way he was looking at you that made you take his phone as he hands it to you and add yourself

he looks down at the screen when you hand it back to him and a small smile graces his lips before he walks off again, leaving you feeling slightly flustered until your friend arrives, and you look down at your phone to see that tartaglia2trappy had added you by search

it was almost funny telling your friend about the encounter, but in all honesty you had mostly forgotten about him until later that evening when you were in bed, seeing a notification pop up at the top of your screen

you clicked on it before really processing it, and a simple snap popped up on screen of the guy you met earlier today

it was nothing special, just a picture of him in his bed, with the lower half of his face and the start of his shoulders that had you blushing a little

you bit your lip, hesitating before replying with a picture of yourself from the same angle, your skin barely visible thanks to the darker lighting in your room

you turned off your phone, not expecting a reply any time soon, but to your surprise your phone screen lit up again before you even placed it back down on your bedside table

and the rest was history

you had been snapping each other for the last few days a lot more than you would care to admit to your friend, each conversation leaving you pleasantly surprised as childe (as he had explained to you was his real name) and you talked well into the night, ranging from voice messages to facetime calls that played out for too long

his voice was almost soothing at this point

you were lying in bed, phone propped up next to your pillow as you watched childe on your facetime call

he was out on a walk, his pale face standing out starkly against his dark surroundings, and you found yourself almost being lulled to sleep as he rambled on about something

"so when can i see you?"

your eyes snap open at his question, a tired "hmm?" coming from your parted lips which childe snickered at

"like a date, innit"

you couldn't help the smile that spread across your lips as you nodded, watching him peer down at his phone screen, at you, and flash you a genuine smile of his own at your reaction

"so when you free, babe?"

you eyed the time, seeing how it wasn't too late, and decide to be impulsive

"i mean, since you're out now... want to meet up?"

childe smiled wider at this before rearranging his face into a calmer expression, kissing his teeth before nodding

"yeah. tell me where"

you were ready in record time, yelling out a goodbye to your parents as you left the house to meet up with him

the entire time that you walked, you could feel how nervous you were, each step making the giddy pit in your stomach grow in intensity as you finally caught sight of him, leaning comfortably against a wall and looking down at his phone

your footsteps caught his attention and he perked up at the sound, immediately straightening when he realised it was you, and you were reminded of just how tall he was compared to you

"hi"

you sounded breathless when you said it, shuffling your weight from foot to foot

"hi yourself"

you could see childe's breath curl out against the cool air, and his bright eyes appraised you once again, making you tug your coat tighter around you and second guess your choice in clothing. maybe you should have worn some makeup?

"let's go, yeah?"

and just like that, all your anxiety dissipated and you fell into an easy step with him, talking just like you had on the phone all those previous nights

୨♡୧ genshin impact masterlist

[panda-writing]

A/N: So this is an idea I got like last night. And I wanted to write it into something before I forgot it. I had a few ideas on how I planned to finish it. And it's very different from those ideas.

I was gonna add more to it, and make it more angst, but I got the fluff feels, and it ended up being more of a fluff piece at the end.

But, I did leave it open ended incase I ever come back to it and get more ideas.

Oh, one more thing. This is about my main OC I'm writing a huge story on rn. And her ship is Rex, because that's the one I typically do with her. ((Sometimes I do Fives, but I think Rex and Amaya balance each other out a bit more because my girl is unfiltered chaos at times))

Type: OC x Captain Rex

Story type: Fluff, Angst /Ficlet

And the beginning starts a little dramatic again because I have been doing that a lot more lately.

(And here's this header of Ryder I made because I briefly mention him in the story-

Calling this: Knowing (Rex x Amaya)

It had been only a few weeks.

But the time... It was like a silence.

And it felt so loud.

They lost people before.

He's lost brothers. And she's lost friends.

But this was different.

So much different.

It was in the way it happened. And.... It was Fives.

It was Fives.

That made all the difference in the world somehow.

He had been trained as a soldier. He was expected to move on.. But it was hard.

And then again.. Amaya didn't want him too.

The same thing happened when Echo died. She didn't want them to force themselves to move on.

Maybe it's why he's never heard a clone say a bad thing about her. She was always there for them.

The worst thing he'd heard was that she could be reckless. A fact she clearly had known well, as she said it herself multiple times.

But in the same way, it's what had him worried right now.

She was usually more of a talker. Happier.

Of course, the affect of the war was a likely cause too. But he knew better.

He knew her after all.

After Fives... She had barely spoken to him. It worried him. And brought out paranoia from deep within that he never knew existed in his own mind.

She'd tell him though. Right?

If she was mad at him. Or the even more alarming possibility, If there were regrets or second thoughts...

But she hadn't said anything of that inclination.

She hadn't said anything at all.

They spoke the day it happened. But she hadn't said much on her own feelings. She was more worried about him.

That... Was in her nature. But at this very moment, it had his nerves at an all time high.

She stayed with him and comforted him. She had always been open in telling him and his brothers that it was okay to feel.

Some clones still stuck closer to their programming in that regard.

He knew she wasn't technically supposed to go through her emotions the way most nat horns were either. In some cases the Jedi were unhappy with her disregard... For, well anything.

She would break rules or disobey command if she thought there was a better way. She openly told (him) that she thought the code was stupid at times. And her openness to emotion, she had explained was also against it.

But this far in the war, she really didn't seem to care too much anymore.

After what happened with Fives.. The next time Rex had actually gotten to see Amaya was around 2 weeks later. And that's when he noticed her acting strange. Especially in the way she wasn't speaking.

Well, outside of their duty-bound responsibilities. Because that aspect did.

It wasn't the same though.

Rex was looking through the outside of the window. It was a little quiet right now. The bridge on a Venator usually was, save for when there was a battle.

Or if Skywalker was there-

Rex was lost in thought, he almost didn't notice it as Ryder came behind him and tapped his shoulder.

He was the Commander of Amaya's legion. He wouldn't usually try to figure it out this way... But it was one sure way to figure what was going on..

"Hey Rex, do you have a minute?" He asked

"Y-yeah. Sure. What's going on?" He answered, quickly gaining composure.

Ryder was subtle as he glanced around the bridge area.

"You know- actually, it might be better if I show you." He excused

He was a better liar than a lot of clones. Of course, he had lots of practice considering he was constantly covering for his general since the beginning of the war.

"Okay.." Rex said, following him out.

There was nothing there. This earned Ryder an eyebrow raise.

"Rex, are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I swear I could feel the tension in the air, and obviously I'm not a Jedi but-" Ryder cut himself off

"There's something on your mind, right?"

"It could be nothing. I've had a lot on my mind lately." Rex excused

Now, it was Ryder's turn to give Rex a look. It was really more of a side-eye than a specific look.

"You really think I don't know you by now, vod?" he questioned

"Besides... If you don't think it's nothing, then it probably isn't. Mind telling me what's going on?"

"You never know, maybe I can help.."

He didn't exactly have many better options here, but it was still better that no one knew about his relationship with the general, so he'd be keeping it as vague as possible without being suspicious about it.

"Have you noticed anything off about the General lately?" he asked

Okay, so he hadn't exactly meant to get straight to the point, but here he was.

"I mean, personally I've always found there to be something off about Skywalker, and I mean that's saying something considering how my own can be at times, but-"

He was quickly cut off.

"I was talking about yours, actually.." Rex said all while giving him a look about making comments about his own general.

"Oh-"

Ryder cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Though... Now that you mention it... Pierce has been a lot less, well.. herself recently."

"She doesn't joke around a lot lately. More focused on getting through with the mission and whatever. But I didn't ask, because I figured she'd tell me if there was a problem. She's always pretty open with that kind of stuff."

It was good to know it wasn't just him, but it still wasn't a great feeling.

"She's been like this since what happened with Fives-" His expression widened and he cut himself off as he realized he'd said it out loud.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Ryder sighed as he looked down, but Rex patted his shoulder.

"Don't be sorry. What happened.... affected a lot of us." 

"I don't know if there's much I can do to help... But maybe it would help if you talked to her? She values your insight and friendship as much as mine. I'm sure she'd talk, if she realized it was from a place of concern." He offered

Yeah... Friendship. That was one word for it.

"It's worth a shot." Rex said

Sometimes Ryder thought there was something going on in the back of his mind. But he never cared enough to try and figure out if there was or wasn't.

Things were complicated enough lately, he'd rather the one thing that didn't feel that way to just... stay that way.

He tried reaching her on her comm.

After the second or third time, she finally answered. 

'If you could really call that a response'

"Hey."

Was she mad at him? She didn't sound mad, but it was always hard to tell with Jedi. Then again... he never seemed to have that problem with her..

"Uh hi... Do you have a minute to talk?" he asked

"Not really, I'm working on some stuff right now."

"It's important." He sighed

Now he definitely felt like he had to ask her.

He could hear her sigh over the other end.

"Okay."

"But It's gonna have to be quick. I have a lot of stuff to get done."

"Right." Rex said

"Where are you?"

"I'll meet you- actually.." she said

Her tone seemed odd, but he'd let it go, for now.

"Uh... meet me at..."

"We'll go to the briefing room-"

Okay, so it was obvious he was making this up as he went along. He had his doubts she even noticed, considering her lack of reaction to pretty much anything he said right now.

She didn't think much of it as she made her way over. She figured it was just stuff about their current missions, otherwise she may not have even come. 

She really didn't want to take a break from all of this, but in all truth... she had nothing. All she had was her gut feeling. And she was basically grasping at straws here.

She walked in with her datapad incase she got there first. 

Of course, she hadn't. He was already there.

There was a look on his face, but what was it? Was he worried..?

Focus.

"Uh.. Hey Rex."

"Hey." he walked up to her, making sure the door was shut so no one could hear him talk about how he was breaking multiple GAR regulations.

"You called?" she asked cutting to the chase.

"Yeah. I did."

He looked at her face. He hadn't specifically seen her in a few days... And right now she just looked tired. 

Instead of starting how he was going to, he looked on in concern and asked "When was the last time you slept?"

"I don't know. I'm not really that worried about it right now." She said in a nonchalant tone of voice

"Anyway, what did you need?"

What he needed was her to stop...

"I wasn't planning on asking about it like this, but I don't see any other way right now."

This was a them thing, she finally realized.

And it seemed to late to run off to avoid anything to deal with her mess of emotions surrounding her mind right now. Of course, if she had run off he'd either think he'd done something wrong, or likely catch her, and she had a feeling he was very capable of doing so if he really wanted to.

"I don't want to think about it right now." she sighed

He looked directly into her eyes, she avoided the eye contact.

"And why is that?" He challenged

"It has nothing to with you, But I can't... Not right now." 

"Do I get an actual answer? I've allowed you to essentially, ignore me for weeks upon weeks. I've hashed it out to you just needing space because of what happened with Fives..."

"But you can't keep avoiding me.." He hated how it felt, and being told that he wasn't gonna get a real answer had only made it worse

"It's not that simple." she turned and held her hand against her forehead for a moment.

he chuckled in a way that sounded both unamused and offended.

"If you think this is getting resolved without you telling me whatever the hell is going on with you, I suggest you reconsider that idea."

"I can't, okay?"

"I could and would tell you anything else, but I can't with this. Even trying to look into- It doesn't matter. Please just drop it." 

"Like hell." he said sternly

"You're not gonna keep doing this, whatever it is."

"All it feels like now... is that I did something wrong, or you're mad at me."

"And it sucks."

She never wanted to hurt him...

But what choice did she have in this scenario? If someone finds out what she's doing, and for some reason they figure out he had even the smallest amount of knowledge on it... She'd be taking him down along with her.

"You know..."

"I just wasn't convinced by it."

"What are you talking about?" He asked

"I don't know if I can say... If this goes wrong.. I can't risk involving you."

"What are you up to?" He squinted at her

"Oh the usual, war crimes and breaking multiple laws."

 That- that was kind of a joke.

And before now, he'd have been happy she was making jokes. But now, he definitely wasn't in the mood for that.

Especially considering the fact that anyone who really knew her, would also know that she often used jokes to deflect.

"That's not funny."

'Guf'nor'i, He's pissed.' (Expletive in her native language closely related to fuck, but not quite)

She nervously looked down.

"It's for Fives." and that's where she planned to leave it, but she should've known better than to think he'd just leave it there.

His expression softened, but now it was confused.

"Rex.. I don't even have any proof of anything."

"But he was one of my closest friends... If there's even the possibility he might be right. It is more than just duty for me to figure that out."

"What do you mean?" He asked

"What are you doing?" 

She refused to go into too much detail. She wouldn't bring the person she loved more than anyone down with her if she was creating her own path of damnation.

"The inhibitor chips.. I just want to find out.."

"He was killed by a brother. After everything- He wasn't dangerous... He was just scared and I-" 

She looked away, she didn't want to cry again. Especially not in front of Rex. Fives would hurt him more than anyone else... Except for Echo, but now they were both gone.

"I wish he could've gotten that chance to explain.. If I find out anything.. or he's right... He'll get that chance through me."

And she meant every last word of it. 

There was much she didn't say. Including the fact that she thought the chancellor was full of shit by his explanation. Of course, she already hadn't trusted him for a bit, so it was even easier to doubt him than before.

But ever voicing that was kinda treasonous.

But she was tired... so tired..

She turned back to look at Rex and sighed before leaning her head against his chest.

"Do you ever get tired of it? All the fighting?"

"The death... Everyone we've lost?"

He sighed, pulling her into a tight hug.

It seemed like he needed it about as much as she did.

"I love you... and I'm so sorry for everything." She said quietly, the regret filled her voice.

he held his hand against her face, he moved his thumb against her cheek, "I love you too."

He understood why she didn't tell him. But at the same time didn't like the idea of her doing something that had the potential to get her in that much trouble..

"Please promise you'll talk to me from now on."

She couldn't lie to him..

"There's more to it. But I don't want to say anything else."

"You're exhausted... I think we all are to some capacity. But tell me someday... We've started this pretty much since the beginning of the war, I don't want to hurt you and I know you don't want to do that to me either.."

She was 19 then... Became a Jedi Knight younger than most. She knew it was mostly because they needed more Generals, and was very aware of the mistrust that surrounded her... Yet, she was still grateful.

Now she was 21. And so much had happened.

Sometimes she wasn't sure how she'd been able to stay this strong.

She cupped his cheek before kissing him.

He had missed her and didn't hesitate to kiss her back.

He wasn't sure this was exactly resolved... And that had him worried. Last thing he wanted was to have to worry about Amaya for the same reasons...

Eventually she broke it off so she could hold him closer.

And then she yawned.

"Okay, when did you really sleep last?"

"I have no idea."

"Take a break, you're guilty of overworking yourself. Same as you accuse me at times." He said

"Rex.."

"Yeah?"

"Are you busy, right now, I mean?" she asked

"No, not really.. I was just staring out of the window until I- Why do you ask?"

She took a hold of his hand.

"...right-" he said

So maybe he didn't always catch on right away.

She sat next to him against the backwall, there weren't exactly seats, so they just sat on the floor.

She mindlessly traced her thumb in circles against the back of his neck, as she held onto him.

"Get some rest, Mesh'la."

"I'll be fine... until tomorrow.. Besides, how else will I get to talk to you?"

He tilted his head, giving her that one specific expression. She was pretty sure this tact could be considered cheating. But he still got away with it-

She gently moved his head and kissed him again.

"You win this one." 

"I usually do." he said

"Don't fool yourself. Usually if you win, it's because I let you."

"I'm not convinced."

She chuckled before leaning against him.

He held her close and eventually, she fell asleep.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

To Do Today!

OK, I am gonna try to do laundry AND start reformatting the site. Obvs, one must do laundry. However, the site issues are more complicated.

Basically, WordPress is pushing out another interface change. The last major one was the block editor, that's taken years to be usable, and it still breaks sometimes. But it is more versatile than the old editor, so I get why they hafta. The new thing is some kinda universal site editor and last time I checked it was awful. You don't HAVE to use it, much like the block editor, but all the themes are scrambling to work with its new features. One of these is "global colours." My theme is really struggling with them. They keep changing, overriding my pathetic coding skills, and making things impossible to read. I either need a theme where the dang colours actually work, or one without global colours that's gonna stay that way. The former is slightly more likely.

I also have issues with ALL my custom blocks. You're supposed to be able to save a block and use it like a rubber stamp, forever, but the updates have left all of them coughing up errors. They'll usually stay legible unless I open the page they're on in the editor, and then all hell breaks loose. I need to figure if I'm going to update them all or simplify. I should probably simplify anyway, I think I get really annoying trying to make sure people understand me. Maybe that scares off potential readers?

So, first order of business, change the theme. That will change the whole look of the site, live, and it'll barely work until I find everything that broke and fix it. I'll also need to redesign the front page, and maybe the menus, header, footer, background - all kinds of stuff. When I've done that, I gotta go page by page and find/replace the blocks. That'll take me a few days. 😅I've found some more typos and errors to fix along the way too - including one major continuity error. (Mordecai doesn't seem to recognize someone he should, and I'm bringing that guy back way later, so I hadda add a couple words. It was a math thing. When I wrote it, I thought, "That can't be X it must be Y and he wouldn't know Y..." But when I went into my notes recently and added up the years, "Aw, crap, no, that MUST be X!")

They do say it's super important to know when to stop working on your art, lest you cough up a travesty like the Star Wars Special Edition that obliterates the original. I have obliterated the original, but parts of it needed to die. I've also over-edited in a lot of places - I'm trying to catch those and un-fix them! It's never going to be perfect. Even "real professionals" cough up typos and errors that go live and stay that way, but I have a real terror of being misunderstood and hurting someone. Even just confusing them. Anything that might make them not like me.

So, yeah, I gotta throw in some laundry and go kill my ego. And fix a website! Probably no feed for a while, at least not until I get frustrated and need a break.

Ah, yes, and Patreon still hasn't deleted my data so I'm yelling at them. I'm not going to worry about setting up at Ko-Fi until I'm ready to publish the next six, but I'll keep you posted. I took down my page and I didn't want to charge you for January, so check your records, my few supporters. If they charged you anyway, you need to yell at Patreon too.

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

Okay... Shit, no. I'm sorry but I NEED to say something again.

I blocked this persons main before, because they gave me cringe vibes for putting a goddamn fucking "DNI" banner that was fandom related at the bottom of a long ass Cripple Punk post that otherwise had fuck all to do with "Fandom Politics", for lack of a better term, only to find out that they are exactly the type of person I was telling to stop this kind of shit earlier.

So now I just want to say like ... Two things:

AGAIN. JUST STOP PUTTING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS INTO THE CRIPPLE PUNK TAGS IF YOU DIDN'T MAKE THEM I AM LITERALLY FUCKING BEGGING YOU.

I've been trying to figure out a way to properly articulate this ever since I've noticed this exact person forcing people to read through their obnoxious "DNI" banner shit that they've put at the end of every. single Cripple Punk post that they' make, again, even if what they're talking about has nothing to do with fandom .... And I blocked them immediately when I saw them add their unwanted and unneeded opinion on "Proship vs. Anti" discourse to the already obnoxious banners that were ruining their long ass cpunk posts for everyone else.... And like, at first I felt bad for (finally) just blocking them for forcing me to read about their shitty cyberbully fandom opinion on a cripple punk post like "'anti anti'/'proshitters' DNI!" like y'know? Immature shit like that. Like, I felt really bad and shitty for even caring enough to have an opinion on their own shitty fandom related opinion like that shit even mattered in Cripple Punk at all....But then I saw them doing this shit, so I am going to be speaking my mind on this. Rght now.

I... do not care, I do not not give a fuck, and I do not pay any heed or attention to your "warning" should you have something like "Anti Anti/Proship DNI" in your header or bio, or even consider yourself an "Anti" because you think that makes you a better clown than the ones that you are trying to protect yourselves from, because I don't believe in "Fandom Politics" ether way and think they're antithetical to the Cripple Punk Movement as a whole. And I will not be checking your header or bio or carrd or whatever to see if I'm respecting your made up fandom concentric "politics" and boundaries . Like of course you have the right to silently block someone if you don't like their taste in fandom but you don't have to turn that into one of your "political stances", we'll get more into this later but if you self identify as an "Anti", that's exactly what you're doing .

However, if you have a DNI Banner you're gonna put at the end of every single Cripple Punk post, I would want to block you, but if you make a Cripple Punk post, put a DNI banner on it, and then decide make part of that banner partially about "Proship vs. Anti" discourse or even Anti Kink bullshit discourse and rhetoric I would then have to be forced to read about because you decided to bring that shit into the Cripple Punk tags, when you decided to add your obnoxious DNI banner to an otherwise entirely unrelated Cripple Punk post, thus derailing your pwn post and just like, ruining things... For everyone... I am definitely going to block you.

My second to last point is this:... I'lI make this quick disclaimer that I know that Live Action Media such as Twilight and Harry Potter are entirely different animals that both could and have caused substantial amounts of harm, mainly due to the fact that with live action shit, it's real people needed to portray these characters, from these multiple million dollar franchises that most of us had shoved down our throats since forever, with real world consequences if anything goes wrong........ And considering the circumstances of, I'm just gonna say it.... The one who started the whole "cpunk discourse" bullshit actually being a Goddamn Fucking Harry Potter Fandom Mom or whatever the fuck they are..... Like I can see why we might want to poke fun at these people and maybe gatekeep them from anything to do with Cripple Punk ... And even I have done that on occasion ... So what I'm about to say, keep in mind that this isn't about them.

All that being said, if you do consider yourself Cripple Punk, but you feel you would discriminate against another Cripple Punk by denying them your most basic human "interactions" on the internet, support, help, camaraderie, resources, single boosts, emergency donations if they needed it, because you glanced at their blogs one day and saw the words "Proship" or "Anti Anti" next to "Cripple Punk", or you saw how they've liked the Wrong kind of Animated Cartoon, or watched the Wrong kind of Anime, or read the Wrong kind of Manga or Played the Wrong kind of Video Game while they were sitting sick or bed bound getting sores on their arse during a medical recovery or something or maybe they support this Scary Irredeemable Artist who created Scary Irredeemable Media TM, and maybe you get the urge to go on this fellow Cripple Punk's single boost just be like: "UM, DON'T DONATE/GIVE SUPPORT TO THIS PERSON BC THEY HAPPEN TO SUPPORT THIS THAT AND THE OTHER FANDUMB CENTRIC THING WHEN THEY EXIST OUTSIDE OF CPUNK EVEN THO THEY NEVER BROUGHT THAT BACK INTO THE MOVEMENT WHICH IS WHY I'M DOING IT FOR THEM RIGHT NOW! >:("

Like if you would ever think about doing that, or, you need to consider what cartoon fandoms a fellow cripple punk is in before supporting your comrade or go off on them for wearing the wrong graphic t with the wrong animated blorbo on it when or they have the wrong kind of fandom related plush when they're just existing in a Cripple Punk Selfie Post.... Or a donation post ... And you're gonna care so deeply about that, that you can feel something in you become physically undone... And you'd wanna bring it up... The Unspoken Irredeemable Media in The Room.... Like, I'm not saying you should leave the Cripple Punk Movement ... But maybe you should take a break, reevaluate your priorities here, and come back later, okay babe?

I'm almost done.

The very last and most difficult thing I'll bring up here because it needs to be said ... If you consider yourself a Cripple Punk, and you also self identify as an "Anti" outside of the Cripple Punk Movement... You do realize that Self Proclaimed "Antis" have a very strong reputation for actually telling people to kill themselves over the Fictional and Often 2D Media they consume, right? Like I said before, you could be a Cripple Punk with "Anti" or "Anti Anti DNI" in your bio and I simply choose not to pay attention to that nonsense or give a fuck...But at the end of the day, the "Anti Movement" is ultimately a "Movement" about telling people to kill themselves over Fiction. And I know that you wouldn't do that if you're part of the Cripple Punk Movement, but it makes me not want to get that close to you or trust you and this is the only post I'll make about it because I think some of you just need to reconcile with which boat you truly want to be and jump ships, so to speak... Because it's so interesting how some of think you can take the side a "Movement" that tells the "Freaks" to kill themselves while also being a part of Cripple Punk.

I want no part of "Fandom Movements" mentioned here.

It's so funny and frustrating to me though because... The people in Cripple Punk who make these blogs and posts revolving around fictional characters and pretending it's activism? They're the ones, with "Anti Anti/Proship DNI" in their banners and bios... Same with the most frequently posting people in the Cripple Punk tags right now, who've turned out to be self proclaimed "Kinnies" or "Fictives".

But I've yet to see an actual, self proclaimed Anti Antis or Proshipper bring those "fandom politics" or tags into Cripple Punk or daring to be that obnoxious. How about we keep it that way and be kind to each other, yes?

TL;DR: "FANDOM POLITICS" HAVE NO PLACE IN CRIPPLE PUNK. NETHER DOES GATE KEEPING, OR MORALLY POLICING, OR CYBER BULLYING ANOTHER CRIPPLE PUNK FOR ANY "FANDOM POLITICS" THEY MIGHT KEEP OVER CARTOONS, OR OTHER RELATED INTERESTS THEY MIGHT HAVE IN MEDIA AND KEEP SEPARATE FROM THE CRIPPLE PUNK MOVEMENT, ASIDE FROM THOSE INTERESTS SHOWING UP IN THINGS LIKE CLOTHING OR COMFORT ITEMS DURING CRIPPLE PUNK SELFIES. AND IF YOUR RESPONSE TO THIS IS "GO OUTSIDE", FUCK OFF!

This is the first and last post I'm making about this. It's happened in discord servers apparently before but if I ever see another Cripple Punk being bullied in these tags for outside media they consume that has nothing to do with Cripple Punk that they didn't try bringing into Cripple Punk themselves... I'm done. You all would just be making the same posts about Fandom Bullshit in reverse or whatever.

[zeldahime]

First I want to say thank you so, so much for articulating why you want an app. Every time I see a post about an AO3 app go around I dig through the notes trying to figure out why people want one and nobody has ever explained. To me, mobile apps are almost universally pains in the ass that are less intuitive and have fewer features than the same service's website, so I've been completely bewildered by the request for an app for years and years. Your post makes it much easier for me to understand where people are coming from and I want to thank you so much.

That said, this sentence, I'm not sure what you mean and I was wondering if you'd be willing to expand on it?

With apps I can have a tab for search and results, a tab for fics, history, etc, and they would all be accessible directly from the nav bar/side bar.

What do you mean by a "tab" here? It doesn't seem like you mean the same thing as a browser tab? I thought you meant a page, but these are all already accessible from the header, so I'm not sure that's what you mean either.

If I were King Of AO3 there's definitely changes I would make to how navigation and search work, but as it stands, I can get anywhere I want on the site from the homepage within four clicks, which seems a reasonable number, and advanced search, history, and bookmarks are each one click away, which is already my ideal.

Also, about this:

An app can automatically download the chapter I’m reading the moment I open it, and maybe even the whole work. So I can pick it up if I have to go into offline mode later.

....Can they? I've never known any app to automatically download anything for offline use aside from my podcast app and Libby, and I had to go into the settings and turn on like three different levers to make that happen. It's one of the reasons I hate apps so much; I'd rather just interface with the website directly than deal with a wrapper that moved all the buttons and took away some functionalities. If app developers have been able to actually add value all this time and have been electing not to, I'm gonna scream. (On reread this sounds like it might come off combative and I genuinely don't intend it that way! Like I said, I really am quite grateful that you laid out the actual reasons why you want an app. I'm just irritated with other apps that are bad!)

the worst thing that could possibly happen to ao3 is it being put on the app store so please stop asking for it because you don't understand what would happen if that went through. ao3's whole deal is it archives EVERYTHING, while the apple app store's whole deal is keeping everything clean and safe. so if ao3 were to have an app all of the 'bad' stuff, including nsfw in general, would have to be censored at best or would be purged at worse. the google play store is more lax but who fucking knows what GOOGLE would police if they got their hands on the archive. do not ask for an app. do not use third party apps. it's on mobile browser functioning perfectly, just fucking use that before you ruin everything for everyone please.

[x-just-another-fanfic-writer-x]

In Another Universe

Chapter 2

Summary: Jane's birthday takes an unexpected turn

Word count: 1.8k

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Halfway through loading up the truck with tools, Jane wonders where her damn kid has got to. They're gonna be fuckin’ late at this rate.

“Steven!” she shouts impatiently as she honks the horn twice. Screw what the neighbours will think. 

“Hey, neighbour!” Mr. Adler calls over as Jane grabs two more tool bags from the garage to load up. Is he talking to her? 

“Oh, hi,” she hears Steven respond politely before she sees him, finally ready for school.

“Uh, Connie was askin’ after you, since you haven’t been over in a while,” he says as Jane places the bags in the back of the truck. Steven looks at her expectantly.

“Make ‘em happy,” she quietly instructs. Lord knows those older folks could use some cheering up in their lives with sick Nana to care for. Jane heads back into the garage to collect even more crap for the job. Why Tommy couldn’t help her is a mystery, but it always has been her pulling most of the weight around here. 

“I could come by after school, but just for like, a little bit?” Jane hears Steven suggest as she presses the button to shut the garage door from the inside, giving herself a few seconds to get out. 

“She’ll take whatcha got. Y’all can bake, whatever,” their neighbour replies as Jane walks to the truck with the final crate, smirking at the idea of Steven going to their neighbours to bake. “Speakin’ of… we got a lot of extra here. Y’all want some biscuits?” he offers as Jane rifles through the bags to check they have everything they need. 

“Mom, you love biscuits,” Steven says with a hint of mirth. Jane looks at her son, an unspoken conversation occurring with just a glance, before looking over to watch Mr. Adler push a piece of wayward bread into the mouth of his elderly mother. It’s sad, really, but they don’t have time to socialize. 

“I do. But I’m on Atkins,” she replies as she replaces the tool bag in the truck properly.

“On what now?” he shouts.

“It’s uh-” she begins, but thinks better of it, “you know what? We gotta run, but Steven’ll be by later. He’ll stay as long as you want,” she says as she lifts the back of the truck up, ignoring the ‘what the hell’ look her son shoots at her. “Tell ya all about Atkins,” she adds, enjoying Steven’s internal squirming. 

“Great! I’ll let Connie know,” Mr. Adler shouts back as Jane walks to the passenger door, opening it for Steven.

“Solid,” he says as he steps into the car. 

“Can’t tell you how exciting it was listening to that fucking conversation,” Tommy says dryly as she gets into the car, a lit cigarette sticking from his mouth. 

“Put that out,” she says scoldingly as she fastens her seat belt. Tommy raises his brows then takes another drag before flicking the offending object from the window.

“Happy birthday to you.”

It’s pitch black by the time she gets home. She tries the front door, finding it locked. Huh, Steven rarely remembers to do that. Jane digs her keys out from her pockets and unlocks it, careful not to be too loud in case her son is asleep. When she enters however the sounds of pages turning softly indicate someone is up. She spots him sitting on their brown leather sofa, the yellow lamp light casting a cozy glow. She glances down to the object in his hands, he’s reading his latest favorite magazine.

“You locked the door for once. Good job,” she praises as she walks further into the house.

“Yeah,” Steven answers as he puts down the magazine then turns the TV off. 

With an audible groan, Jane plops herself down beside him. She raises the heels of her palms to her eyes, a headache well and truly embedded in her brain.

“It’s ten,” Steven says, the hint of disappointment doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“I know. They… gave us the wrong size for the headers,” Jane replies as she sits back up to untie her shoes and turns to Steven. “That doesn’t mean anything to ya. I’m sorry,”

“Where’s the cake?” Steven asks as she gets the first shoe off.

“Shit,” Jane whispers, putting her head into her hand. She'd get first place in the Worst Mother of the Year awards.

“Come on, man,” he says. She can’t stand disappointing Steven, yet she keeps on doing it. 

“I’ll get us one tomorrow,” she placates.

“Swear, or you don’t get your present,” Steven half warns.

“You got me a present?” Jane turns to look at him again.

“Swear,” he repeats.

“On my life,” Jane murmurs playfully.

Steven looks at her for a second before clearly deciding to believe her. He turns around to fuss behind a cushion whilst Jane takes off her other shoe. When she looks back up, he’s holding a small grey box. Not quite what she’s expecting, Jane thinks with a look. Is it a guitar pick she wonders as she takes the box from his hand. “Wow,” she says as she briefly examines it before opening the lid. Jane goes stoically still. It’s the watch. Her watch. But it’s-

“Fixed it for you,” Steven says, looking at her with those stupidly big eyes that make him look 5 years younger and adorable, but simultaneously remind her of his walkout of a dad. Jane takes the watch from the box to inspect it, the damn thing looks practically brand new again. Jane has a wicked thought and holds it to her ear.

“Did you?” she asks innocently as she furrows her brow.

“What?” Steven grabs her arm, his face falling as he brings the watch in for closer inspection.

“I don’t hear anything,” Jane continues to tease but Steven has already noticed the second hand ticking. Jane laughs mischievously, she’ll never get tired of winding this kid up. Not now, not when he's a moody teenager, and certainly not when he's all grown up. 

“That was lame,” Steven says. “You’re lame.” 

“Yeah, I know,” she says as she looks over the watch once more. “Where’d you get the money for this?” she asks as she starts to put the accessory on. She doesn't give Steven much pocket money, that's for sure. 

“Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.” 

“It’s better than what I do,” Jane retorts, fastening the familiar strap on her wrist.

“It was only $20… which I stole from you,” Jane looks at him again, she ought to be mad that he stole from her, but she isn’t. “I could’ve stolen $60, but I put the change back because I’m an honest thief.”

“Mm,” she replies simply, unwilling to reward his stealing, but the warm feeling in her chest prevents her from berating him either.

“Besides, it’s the thought that counts. And you were never gonna do it for yourself, so…” Steven trails off, looking at her suddenly with more years in his eyes than he has had alive on this earth. It pulls at her heartstrings. How does he see so much? She swallows the lump that has formed in her throat.

“Thank you,” she says softly.

“Oh! There’s one more,” Jane watches him shuffle excitedly behind the cushion once more, bringing out a DVD. Jane feels her eyes go wide as she lets out a gasp. “Borrowed it from the Adlers.”

“Oh, this is the one with the deleted scene,” she comments as she reads over the back cover of the case. Curtis and Viper 2, god she loves how crappy these movies are.

“Yeah, imagine how bad those have to be. Come on, pop it in. While it’s still your birthday.”

Jane doesn't much care for her birthday but she cares about making Steven happy. So she does as she’s instructed and puts the DVD in the player before settling back down on the couch with another groan. She leans back as Steven settles to rest his head on her arm. She thanks her lucky stars he’s still not reached that awkward teenage stage where the idea of being close to mom is revolting. She's been dreading the day he decides to shove her away and says ‘Ew, don't hug me mom’. The day she has her last embrace with him until he decides it's no longer embarrassing to be held by her. So she'll cling onto these moments for as long as she can.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she says, knowing it's exactly what's going to happen.

“Course, I won’t,” Steven replies as Jane turns the TV on. “It’s too riveting.” 

They’re halfway into the movie when Jane realizes Steven’s breathing is now so deep there’s no way he’s still awake. Damn the kid’s a deep sleeper to not wake up from those gunshots and screams coming from the screen. Jane’s cell buzzes from the table in front. Who the hell is phoning at - she looks at her fixed watch - fucking eleven at night? Jane looks down to check Steven is still asleep on her thigh before reaching over to pick up the call.

“Hello?” she answers softly. 

“Jane, it’s me. Uh, I’m okay,” she senses a but. There's always a but with Tommy.

“Yeah?” she asks apprehensively. 

“But I’m in jail,” there it is.

“Goddamn it,” she whispers, closing her eyes as she leans her head back against the seat. She presses her thumb and forefinger against each eyelid, her headache had only JUST begun to ease off.

“It wasn’t my fault this time. I was at the bar, some guy goes crazy, starts swingin’ at a waitress, I stepped in, knocked him out, cops show up. Look, it doesn’t fuckin’ matter. You gotta bail me out,” Tommy says. 

“Now?!” she whisper growls.

“It’s Friday. You don’t get me out tonight, I’m here all weekend. It’s a fuckin’ madhouse, Jane.”

He’s right, she knows. And as much as she’s annoyed at him for getting arrested yet again, she won’t let him sit in jail all weekend. “Well, which jail? Travis County?” 

“Yeah, on 10th.”

Jane shakes her head minutely. She’s done this too many times to count. “Goddamnit, Tommy.”

“I’m sorry,” he says. Jane sighs as she looks down at Steven, still sleeping. “Please.”

“Okay. Fuckin’ idiot,” she whispers and hangs up the phone. She leans forward to place it back in its spot on the table, careful not to wake Steven up.

It’s been a while since she last did this, but Jane worries each time she does that this may be the last. Not only because he'll get older, but because he'll eventually outgrow her and she won't be strong enough to do it again. So she picks him up, stifling a groan from her aching muscles, and carries him upstairs to his room. One benefit of his deep sleeping is the kid barely even stirs when she places him in his bed and pulls the covers over him. She places a gentle kiss on his head and shuts the door behind. Damn her little brother.

Chapter 3