#gonna pin this & edit as the year goes by!

[cherryredstars]

Hii cherry how are you?? I hope you're having a great day or night!

I was hoping to request if you can make a cheaterMiguel O'HaraXFemReader

(Btw have a great new year or any holiday you're celebrating! I love you and your work so much! Mwa❤)

Pairing: Cheater!Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader 

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Cheating, Penetrative Sex, Miguel Gets Slapped

Summary: Once a cheater, always a cheater. 

A/N: I wasn’t sure if Miguel was cheating on or with the reader, so why not write both! I hope you’re doing well, love!

Word Count: 810 (Not Edited)

Miguel cheating with You: 

You know it’s fucked up. 

He’s married. The cool band of his wedding ring digging into your hip as he grabs at your skin. But he wants you. He told you so himself! His body presses against your back, your hands fisting the sheets as he thrusts into your sloppy pussy. You're gushing all over his cock, eyes rolling back as his hand holds your neck, forcing you to look up at the ceiling as he rests his head against your temple. 

“Fuck, baby. So tight for me, yeah?” He groans into your hair. You nod your head in agreement, whimpering when his cock slams into you. 

Your breathing is heavy, hearts in your eyes as he gives you a hard kiss. He licks and sucks on your skin, marking you as his even though he’s marked by another woman. He won’t let you make him back, keeping your face pinned to the sheets under you as he thrusts deep into you. He pulls you to him, until you're back in flush against his chest. The angle has you finishing in seconds, clamping around his cock. 

“Promise I’ll leave her for you, baby.” Miguel moans as he spills into you, making you believe another one of his empty lies. “Gonna get you a pretty ring to prove it too.”

You collapse on the bed when he lets go of you, your breath coming in heavy pants. Miguel massages your body, helping you calm down when his phone goes off. He pulls out of you, leaving you empty. You push off the bed slowly with your exhaustion, looking as Miguel gets dressed and answers the phone before it stops ringing. 

“Hey, babe. Miss you,” You hear him say into the receiver before he leaves the room, closing the door after him. 

You sigh, tears pricking your eyes as you hear your front door open and close. Silence enters your tiny apartment, your body aching as you pick yourself off the bed. Right before you head to the bathroom, your phone lights up. You run to it like a love sick puppy, hearts in your eyes breaking when you see the message Miguel sent you. 

Don’t forget to take a plan B.

___________________________

Miguel cheating on You:

You’re so fucking tired. 

Today has been shit, absolute shit. You almost want to collapse on the floor and start crying when you drop your keys in front of your apartment door. You bend down, tightening your eyes shut to stop yourself. You snatch your keys off the floor, huffing as you aggressively jab it through the keyhole and unlock the door. You slam the door behind you, throwing the keys in the dish near the door as you rip your shoes off. Your feet ache, and all you want to do is watch trashy TV and cuddle with Miguel. You undo the hairdo you did for today, your scalp sighing in relief as you’re able to let your hair down and breathe. You run a hand through your hair, massaging your temple as you walk toward your bedroom. 

You lift your hand to open the door, but you freeze before you touch it. Your eyes pop open, your hand stitching as you hear a… moan from behind the door. Your brows furrow, leaning forward and jolting back when you hear it again. But what’s worse is this time, instead of simply being a noise. It’s a name. Miguel’s name. Almost to confirm your suspicions, you hear the gruff voice of Miguel, groaning as the woman squeals under him. Your hand darts to the door, throwing it opening and turning on the lights in your bedroom. 

The two bodies on your bed stop, turning to your heavy form at the door. The woman under Miguel screams, covering herself up with the sheets as Miguel looks at you with wide eyes. He scrambles off of her, turning to you with excuses already on his tongue. You can't even look at the two of them, shaking your head as you turn away. You can feel the tears you've been holding back all day come to the surface, wiping at your eyes as you rush to the front door and begin putting on the shoes you just took off. Miguel calls after you, grabbing your arm as you go to open the front door. 

You whip around, not even thinking twice before slapping him in the face. His hold on your loosens as his head whips to the side in surprise. You grab your bag and keys, glaring at him as you open the door. 

“By the time I’m back,” you seeth, “You and your whore better be out of my house!”

Miguel doesn’t get any time to respond, his head still reeling from the slap by the time the front door slams behind you.

[gludgenbell]

I keep embarrassing myself on bsky so to cope let me tell you tumblr about a vauge svsss au idea I had buckle in for a semi-long one

something something, shen yuan transmigrates into the emperor's son - how did the son die? the palace staff says it was a bad qi deviation after...what happened...

anyway, sy also doesn't have parents and finds out this is somewhat related to...what happened...

So here is the lonely human emperor with no one but his palace staff to keep him company (they never let him leave - in fact, he's fairly certain they're in some massive ass cave?? hello??) Whether or not sy realizes he's in pidw is debatable and I'll let the class decide that

anyway; he's been sending scouts to the outside world and they've come back like. A handful of times

this emperor just wants to know what's out there! He's been here for 20-something years and no one will let him see even a blade of grass that isn't indoors. Let him see the sun!

He has tried to sneak out, of course, but the security here is quite top notch! unless you're, of course, Luo binghe, which leads me to the reason for the bingyuan tag

sy sends out another troop of scouts - a young woman with high cultivation who volunteered for the job, and two wife-beamed soldiers to protect her

sy's birthday rolls around and while everyone wants to celebrate with some grand thing, he really isn't feeling it - but he never is (his nursemaids-

[an amah? I'm reading an article and would like to know more if anyone has more knowledge]

- will mournfully reflect on how xiao shen loved birthday parties so much before...what happened..)

Anyway, Supreme birthday gift! His scouts return! The young woman is hanging off the arm of 1 (one) soldier and Shen Yuan goes ah, of course they fell in love 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ he's quite a handsome fellow! But where's the other guy?

The returned scout approaches and declares he has a message for junshang! He's glad to have finally found him after years of search, this hide and seek game could only last so long

...what do you mean years? Anyway you know who it is, the one and only Luo Binghe, and he reveals himself (in my head the skin unfolds/is ripped off him by himself of course, but maybe you're thinking of something else) and the palace staff and guards are in a frenzy trying to protect shen yuan who sits on his throne in confusion

something something, we incapacitate all of them (demonic qi flaring? surging? it keeps everyone pinned and in horror because they think theyre gonna witness luo binghe kill their xiao shen), and Luo Binghe strides up to the throne, ready to kill the last of the shens

(Is sj related to sy? debatable, I like to think binghe was just on a shen killing spree. You are shen? you will die.) (Whether or not he'd truly do this is debatable, but suspend your disbelief for a minute)

Then this happens:

I didn't proofread or edit it I'm just going after visuals, moving on,

Luo Binghe wants to hear Shen Yuan plead for mercy. And Shen Yuan isn't one to beg so he tries to accept his oncoming doom with as much dignity as possible for a man who's nipples are out and on display

I actually don't know what happens here, class can decide, in my draft Luo Binghe has a reasonable crash out (read: temper tantrum) and destroys the roof of the palace (causes a cave in) and Shen Yuan, who quite likes his palace staff as they're his only friends and family here (I think he knows all their names but I didn't wanna make any) finally reacts to this and tries to stop him

Caught offguard by sy grabbing his robes and pulling (younger sibling style), lbh and sy are both sent falling back, knocking the throne to the floor and shattering it (I liked to think the back was encrusted with jewels and glass)

aaaand that's all I got^^ class can decide what happens after this thank you

[sturniololuvz]

a fic where the boys are trying to vlog in the kitchen and then 4 year old sister interrupts it xx

yess omgggg

“Kitchen Chaos: Take 1”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none

The triplets had set up everything perfectly for their cooking vlog. They’d planned to make their famous homemade pizza, with Chris doing the cooking, Matt handling the camera, and Nick making sure everything went smoothly. Or, at least, that was the plan.

“Alright, guys, welcome back to the channel!” Matt said, grinning as he held the camera steady. “Today, we’re making some killer homemade pizza. First, we’re gonna make the dough from scratch, and you guys are gonna watch as I—”

Smash.

The loud sound echoed through the kitchen as Chris, who had been spreading sauce on the dough, froze mid-motion.

“Uh… What was that?” Nick asked, glancing toward the doorway.

Before anyone could answer, a tiny figure ran into the kitchen at full speed, cutting through Matt’s frame and sending the camera tilting sideways.

“Y/N!” Chris yelped, looking up just in time to see their 4-year-old sister—dressed in one of his oversized sweatshirts, of course—run directly into the counter, slamming into a jar of flour that wobbled dangerously.

Y/N giggled as she tugged at the apron Chris had tied around himself. “Can I help make pizza?!” she asked enthusiastically, as if she hadn’t just interrupted the entire video.

“No, no, no,” Chris said, trying to redirect her while still holding the pizza dough in one hand. “Y/N, not right now.”

But Y/N wasn’t listening. She darted to the side, grabbed a rolling pin, and whacked it onto the counter, sending flour dust into the air.

“Y/N!” Matt groaned as he fumbled with the camera, which had slipped out of focus. “Seriously?”

The camera now pointed at the floor as Y/N happily banged the rolling pin against the dough Chris had carefully prepared.

“Hey, no—!” Chris tried again, but Y/N was quicker. She took the rolling pin and started rolling it over the dough, completely flattening it in a haphazard way that was far from the neat, professional-looking pizza dough they were supposed to be showing off.

The flour jar tipped over, spilling everywhere, and Y/N squealed in delight. “Look! I did it!” she said, holding the rolling pin like a sword, flour splattering across the entire counter.

The triplets just stood there, frozen for a second, watching their baby sister ruin the pizza dough they had spent so much time on.

“No!” Matt said, trying to salvage what was left of the shot, though his voice cracked. “This was supposed to be a cooking vlog, not a disaster.”

Chris sighed, dropping the dough. “I can’t do anything with that now.”

Y/N continued to enthusiastically destroy the pizza dough, using the rolling pin like a toy and slapping it across the counter. “Pizza!” she shouted, spinning around.

“Alright,” Nick said, with a long exhale. “I’m calling it. This is officially chaos. We’re done.”

Y/N stopped spinning for a second and looked up at him, her face lighting up. “We’re done? Yay!” she cheered, excited that she’d successfully destroyed their whole vlog plan.

Matt rubbed his temples. “Well, we were done, but now… we have no pizza.”

Y/N just grinned and tried to make a new batch of dough with the flour she had scattered everywhere.

Chris laughed despite himself. “I guess this is our pizza making 101… the ‘Y/N Edition.’”

Matt shook his head, turning the camera back to face him. “Alright, guys, we tried to make pizza. It didn’t go well. Maybe next time. But, honestly, this is just how it goes when you have a four-year-old sister in the kitchen.”

Y/N ran past him, her hands full of flour, and waved. “Bye! Pizza’s ready!” she shouted, and with that, she was out of frame.

Chris, still holding the rolling pin, raised an eyebrow. “Well, at least we can say it was… memorable?”

“Memorable?” Matt repeated. “Dude, I think we might be getting a lot of comments on this one.”

Nick was still trying to clean up the flour mess. “No kidding. Let’s just hope people find this as funny as we do.”

Chris chuckled, finally giving in. “If they don’t, at least we know we’ve created something iconic.”

With the camera still rolling, Matt let out a dramatic sigh. “And that’s it for today’s disaster vlog, folks. Thanks for watching.”

The triplets looked at each other, then at the mess in the kitchen, and laughed.

It may not have been the cooking vlog they had planned—but it was definitely one that their fans would never forget.

[iwoulddieforher]

Necktie Negotiations | Alex Cabot/Casey Novak

author had a bad day so alex and casey are making out against a wall

WARNING !! for they are basically fucking and it's implied they gonna

summary: gay dumbdumb sees loser lesbian with a tie and goes mildly feral, they flirt in legal talk because ofc they do what would you expect

this isn't beta read or edited or anything if you find problems thats not my problem you deal with my typos and poor grammar and bad sentence structure

"What?" Casey murmured, bemused, drying her hands on a paper towel in the bar bathroom with a delicate eyebrow piqued quizzically at the blonde attorney. Alex had her back leaning against the door, arms crossed in front of her chest, her cheeks flushed from alcohol consumption.

"How dare you," Alex echoed again, a slight slur in her tone, and Casey snorted, placing a hand on the bathroom sink to stop herself from swaying just slightly.

They were both tipsy.

A couple times a year, the DA's office rented out a bar, and ushered all of its workers into the establishment for some community bonding. It wasn't unusual that Alexandra "Ice Queen" Cabot, the oh-so-great ADA of the sex crimes unit to attach herself to the white collar attorney, but it always caught Casey the slightest bit of guard regardless.

They were always flirty, always dancing on the line between professional graces and something else entirely, but the fabled prosecutor had a gleam in her eye tonight that Casey didn't recognize.

"How dare I.. what, exactly?" Casey prompted, shaking her head the slightest bit to signal her bewilderment, and Alex took that as a sign enough to stalk forward, into Casey's space and then further, pushing the redhead against the wall with a heady sigh.

"How dare you come to this stupid office party in this," Alex growled in the back of her throat, her hands raising to toy with the tie Casey had fastened around her collar, and the blonde tugged on it experimentally. Casey tried to stop her exhale from being as shaky as it was.

"It's too sexy, Casey, what were you thinking? It should be a crime- no, it is a crime, it's illegal to look that good."

Casey felt herself be pushed back, Alex's fingers creeping around the center of the collarbones to keep her pinned with one hand, the other still idly keeping her tie pulled taut.

"..'Lex-" the redhead started, getting quickly cut off by the blonde moving her face closer, Casey snapping her jaw shut as Alex's face consumed all of her vision.

Alex's blue eyes dropped to fixate on Casey's lips, and then flicked up to one eye, and then the other, tensing her eyebrows, and Casey could do nothing other than run her tongue along her bottom lip slowly before parting them.

The elder attorney really didn't need any more invitation than that.

Casey moaned softly as she felt Alex's mouth gently press on her's, and then the motion repeated more insistantly, Alex's hand dropping from her collar to just above her sternum, her fingers splaying out as her tongue crept against the younger woman's bottom lip.

"Too much," Alex murmured when she surfaced for breath, never letting Casey farther than a millimeter away between kisses, "you're too hot, Casey, God-"

The redhead raised her arms to the crook of the blonde attorney's waist, tugging her flush against her, her breast pressed against Alex's own and she cooed softly, soft kisses on the side of Alex's jaw when the blonde started panting, Casey reveling in the feeling of her chest expanding against her.

"You're criminal," Cabot almost whined- Casey bit her lip with satisfaction at the sound of such an esteemed attorney whining, drunk in a four-star bar's bathroom, desperate for her.

"You gonna prosecute me, counselor?" She taunted softly, a hand raising from Alex's back to the side of her delicate neck, and Alex growled again- Casey pondered internally which she preferred more, the sound of Alex's whimper or her snarl.

Her musing was cut off by a fierce tug on her tie, her body almost being dragged forward with the force of it, being slammed back into Alex's kiss before the blonde's frame ploughed her against the wall once more, Alex's kisses adapting a hunger, and a growing intensity.

Alex's wrist snapped backwards, her arm extending to keep the necktie tugged firmly in the direction behind her, so Casey was forced to allow her to dictate her movements, her position. The redhead had absolutely no argument to this treatment, though, a small gasp as the only thing to leave her lips.

Casey could feel Alex's tongue against her teeth, and then more insistantly in her mouth, and despite herself she could hear her own whimper. Alex separated slightly just to flash her a triumphant grin, cheekily kissing the blunt of Novak's nose teasingly before diving back in without hesitation.

"Alex," Casey breathed into her mouth, the erotic small sounds of the kiss breaking and beginning again, "Alex-"

"Yeah?" Alex broke apart, chest heaving, only to tilt her head to sink her teeth gently into the flesh of Casey's throat, eliciting a small squeak Casey knew she'd never admit to making. "What?"

"Please."

"Ah," Alex jerked the tie again, Casey had almost forgotten she was still holding it, a soft groan leaving her throat as she was pulled forward and then pushed back again, "so you're also criminally impatient."

The redhead hissed softly and the blonde just chuckled, raising her hand where it had been pushed against her sternum to easily flick one of the buttons of Casey's collar free, and then another, but stopping after the third. Casey was entirely unsure how she managed to undo buttons single-handedly so easily but she was in no position to complain about said randomly proficient skill- she was too busy enjoying the feeling of Alex tugging the fabric to the side, sinking her teeth into the now-exposed curve of Casey's neck, right at the junction between her throat and her shoulder.

Casey hissed again, louder, startled when one of Alex's toned, smooth thighs hiked up the blonde's own skirt as the attorney pushed her leg between Casey's own, the younger woman's face flushing to match her hair as the push-pull rhythm Alex had set up through her insistant manipulation of movement via her grip on Casey's tie started to feel like grinding.

She arched her back against the wall, her arms moving to settle over Alex's shoulders as she brought their faces back together for a kiss- a different type of kiss, tongues and teeth rough as Alex sought to prove her dominance and Casey made her work for it.

"You," Alex nipped at her jaw quickly, before returning to her mouth, leaving the word waiting vaguely in the air for a long moment until she came back up for air, "are really in for it now. How dare you." Another quick chomp on Casey's lip, then, "I'm going for the max sentencing."

Casey was unable to deliver a response for a second, turning her head away to the side to force Alex to pause so the redhead could catch her breath, and the blonde was content on simply devouring the column of her neck while she waited for her colleague to breathe.

"Can I get a plea deal?"

Alex's eyebrows shot up and she scoffed playfully, pulling Casey's tie gently- not to move her like she had been before, but just toying with it, appreciating the small groan the redhead made in response.

"I'm not sure, counselor, I've got some pretty strong evidence here." She kissed her, releasing her tie momentarily to instead smooth adoringly over the flat planes of her stomach, and Casey melted into it, her mouth and lips warm, a thin coat of Alex's saliva on her plump bottom lip already evident, further emphasizing the reddened nature due to the way Casey had toyed with it initially and by Alex's loving nips.

"I'm offering-" Casey started when Alex pushed backwards to gasp for breath, getting cut off when the blonde immediately decided Casey was more fulfilling than oxygen was, a low moan from the back of her throat in the middle of her attempted phrase, patient for Alex to resurface so she could finish her sentence, "a confession in turn for a sentencing agreement-"

They were now effectively writhing against the wall, Alex's blazer barely hanging on to her shoulders, Casey's blouse failing the top three buttons, thus exposing a glimpse of the milky expanse of her chest Alex was completely content to drown herself in.

"I'm pleased-" Alex nipped gently, her lips finding a sensitive spot on the corner of her jaw just below the redhead's ear that made Casey squirm, "with your-" she bit down, rehashing an already inflicted hickey on Casey's collar, "willingness to plead," she tugged gently at the tie again, except Casey was already entirely sandwiched between Alex's lithe figure and the wall so there wasn't much space to be dragged in, "guilty."

"I know I look decent in ties, Alex." Casey snorted, a down-turned smile flitting across her face with a note of joking smugness. Alex rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and then bit down a bit harder on Casey's collarbone, basking in the startled yelp elicited.

A fourth button was quickly undone, Casey exposed enough that Alex could drag the fabric to the side so she could admire her cleavage with hunger in round blue eyes, to begin biting lower, lower-

Casey's low, raspy moan broke Alex out of her haste, her chest heaving when she decided she wasn't done toying with her favorite redhead just yet.

"Elaborate on this confession you offer, counselor."

"A verbal testimonial of exactly what I thought when I put this o-" Casey was, once again, cut off by the press of Alex's lips on her's.

She was utterly and entirely insatiable. The feeling of Casey against her, writhing and squirming for more contact was by far more addicting than anything she had ever experienced before. So much so she could barely stand to speak at all, or be patient enough to allow the redhead to finish her sentences.

After weeks of trying to catch glimpses of her in hallways and counting down the days until some stupid DA's office arrangement to use as an excuse to sidle up beside her and listen to her deep, honey-sweet voice voice in her ear as the ambitious attorney leaned into her side to be heard over the bustling of the crowded bar space. Casey was her's for the night. Jesus Christ, she was her's, and Alex was making the absolute most of that.

How they would manage to get somewhere more appropriate to get Casey properly beneath her was beyond her, currently. But maybe Casey shaking against this wall would be enough to tide her over to drag the white collar ADA someplace else. The redhead didn't seem far off from that being a reality, either, Alex wasn't sure if Casey noticed the way her thighs were shifting against Alex's leg but she certainly was and it was overinflating both her ego and her confidence.

"So, you confess this crime was premeditated?" Alex gasped, mock outraged, and Casey couldn't help but break out into little breathless chuckles, her cheeks rose-tinted and warm, so exhilarated the tip of her perfect nose was pink, too.

"I plead the fifth-?"

And then Casey was whining for real, because Alex had slipped her hand beneath the fabric of the redhead's blouse and cupped her palm over the bud of her breast above her bra, splaying her fingers and toying with what she knew was concealed beneath the lace and Casey felt like if Alex wasn't pressing her so adamantly against the wall her legs would lock and she'd be down on the ceramic tiles of the bathroom floor.

"Hnm- Cabot," Casey was moaning, back arched against the wall, head turned to the side so Alex could bite her to her heart's content as her fingers played coyly, "Alex-"

"It's too late for plea deals and your mirandas," Alex murmured, nuzzling her face into the side of Casey's, inhaling the smell of her dark perfume and the traces of her hair products, caramel and smoked wood and something almost like cherries.

"You're being sentenced to incarceration in my bedroom tonight," her fingers slipped beneath the remaining layer of fabric and she felt Casey's muscles bunch desperately, the redhead squeezing her eyes shut with a strangled little plead as Alex let her fingertip draw a little circle, "and I'm going to keep you writhing like this until I've achieved restitution in full for how pent up watching you flaunt around in this has made me."

Casey looked up at her, sharp eyes softened in the corners with need, her pupils so dilated Alex would've guessed her eyes were onyx instead of green. Her mouth was parted, just slightly, and she was still panting, her head tilted just the slightest bit to the side with an expression that made Alex positively starving. She could devour Casey whole, she was going too-

The bathroom door swung open abruptly and they both jumped, Alex freeing her hand of Casey's chest and spinning quickly, shielding the exposed ADA with her body as Casey flattened herself instinctively against the wall.

"Miss Cabot," Elizabeth Donnelly said tiredly, raising an eyebrow pointedly as the blonde attorney's face flushed, lips parted with shock at the sudden intrusion, "and.. is that Miss Novak behind you?"

"Judge Donnelly, Your Honor, I- uhm-?" Alex hastened, mind reeling, entirely unsure what to say to her supervisor. She sensed Casey behind her trying to close up her blouse sheepishly, still hiding behind Alex like a pair of reckless teenagers might.

"We're not in court," Donnelly sighed, removing her glasses to polish the interiors with the side of her dress shirt, "but it's ironic for an ADA of the sex crimes division to engage in public indecency, no?"

"Technically I'm the one who was indecent," Casey piqued, surprising both of the blonde's with her rather casual tone, and then stepped carefully around Alex's frame, now reconcealed- if it wasn't for the line of red marks trailing up the side of her neck, above her collar she had just readjusted. Casey straightened her tie, Alex's face flushing a new shade of crimson at the sight of her fixing up what Alex had just been so desperately tugging at. Despite her nonchalance, Casey was averting eye contact very adamantly with either of the women in the suddenly claustrophobic bar bathroom.

Elizabeth snorted, her eyebrows furrowing with a pained expression, "at least you're not drunk enough to neglect a lawyer's marriage to technicalities. Get lost, you two."

Alex did not need another word of dismissal and without thinking snatched Casey's hand in her's and tugged past Donnelly, who huffed.

"Your secret is safe with me," the judge called after them dryly, in place of a goodbye, "..except for with Lena. I suppose I owe her that Merlot, now."

The blonde attorney decided internally she was not going to bristle at the fact apparently the judges were placing bets on the hookups of the younger attorneys in their office, rather turning hesitantly to Casey. The hunger had not left her body, though, and the second she made eye contact with the redhead she was positive Casey wasn't ready to let the interruption spoil their fun.

".. I was just convicted, wasn't I? Trial concluded."

Alex exhaled, nodding slowly, fire igniting once again in her stomach.

"Time for us to go serve out your sentencing."

[littlebvtterfly]

While it is not yet Winter, it's close enough. So instead of making a Holiday exchange like last year, I'm just gonna pull it up a bit. I've been looking for something to do and am somewhat out of inspiration for my own creations currently. Let's be real here, you guys aren't knew to this, I know my regulars, you know how this goes by now. Just a reminder that I will not post a gift for you until you have for me!

But I'm excited to do this. I know we're all having new creations currently but even if it's an OC you've had for years, send them in. Come all, come merrily, or whatever the saying is.

The Rules and regulations are simple, but they exist nonetheless, so here they are:

The exchange, for now, is open until early December of 2024. May extend it if people are interested.

You may make 1-2 requests but I will probably reblog it saying you can ask for more if I'm still bored.

Please reblog this post to spread some awareness, please. You can like for remembrance but just a like doesn't count (you already know this, I know my 5 regulars who come here every time)!

As aforementioned, this is open to my regular drunks and new patrons alike, so please do not be shy. Think of me as I think of birds, I am more scared of you than you are of me.

Fill out the form linked below and find the password in the form!

Please only send me faceclaims with good quality and plenty of material to use. Also, no cartoon characters. Video game characters are all right if it's motion capture. I'm not trying to discriminate, it can just be really tough for me to find material for cartoons, animes, video games, etc. as I edit by making little video clips first blah blah blah. However, if you slide in my DMs we might be able to discuss some stuff.

Please, please, please fill out all the columns I need and choose at least two gift options. It makes it infinitely easier for me to make something for you. Just remember I can't read minds and it's worse when I can't find anything in your blogs.

Remember the pleases and thank you's, pleases and thank you's make my heart grow fond.

I don't do Harry Potter OCs or Stranger Things OCs and while I don't have a specific list of FCs I don't use, I ask that you do not request anything for overtly problematic actors, thank you!

I accept pretty much any gift in return, it can even be story reviews or playlists for people who don't/can't edit themselves. If it's a story review, please let me know in the form so I know you did as I don't check my accounts every day.

I'm fine with gifts for any of my OCs - my master list as well as the link to my Pinterest is in my pinned post.

FOR ANY OTHER QUESTIONS OR CONCERNS FEEL FREE TO SEND ME A MESSAGE AND I WILL TRY TO CLEAR EVERYTHING UP!

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[honeysylvan]

nonsims interests ⋆˚࿔

Thank you for the tag @sanitysims!! Idk if these are even actually my top five, but oh well. In no particular order:

The Legend of Zelda! I've loved this series for years, and it has a very special place in my heart. And I know this is nonsims interests, but it would feel weird if I didn't mention my @ts4zelda sideblog, lol. I'm in deep.

Writing! I love to write, both original things and (as of like 2021) fanfiction as well <3 Actually, fanfic got me finally writing more often, and while I'm still super self conscious, it helped me get out of my head a bit :)

Singing! I'd say musicals too, but it feels disingenuous to say that when I'm not really a musical theater nerd/haven't seen a ton of classics as well as new ones. But I love to sing, and I used to act in high school plays & musicals. I haven't done it regularly in awhile, though, so my voice is reaaaally out of shape ;-;

Anime! It's a cop-out not to name a specific one, especially since one in particular is my "main" fandom right now, but I'm too embarrassed lol. But I like a lot of series :) In fact, I really just love animation in general, including western animation, donghua, etc. Once upon a time I wanted to become an animator, but I'm not very good at drawing...

Zines! Connected to said anime fandom, lol. I've run a bunch of zines as a mod, and been a contributor (writer) in even more! I'm addicted, not gonna lie. They can be really stressful, but when it goes well, it's just so satisfying to see everything come together :)

Honorable mentions: Dragon A/ge*, Fire Emblem, a fuckton of other video games, Greek mythology, classic literature, reading, animals (especially dogs), drawing, journaling, enamel pin collecting, shopping

EDIT: HOW COULD I FORGET BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER??? AAAAA MY FAVE SHOW HELP

*censoring this because I have a ton of tags muted because my laptop can't run the newest game and I don't want to get spoiled. Cry for me, 'cause I'm devastated about it lmfao

Tagging anyone who wants to do it! But also, @d4isywhims @perolesims @alxandergoth @bloomingkyras @salemssimblr :)

[mamajanky]

Follow up scene from chapter 4 of my fic, anyone?

Disclaimer: I wrote this for a friend so there’s not much editing. If any.

His arm was around her waist before she could fully pull away. Mirth flickered through her low set eyelids.

“If we just stay quiet maybe he’ll forget he even called me.” His eyebrows jumped up with a goofy smile in an attempt to convince her.

“He’s sick, you can’t treat him like that,” she held the giggle that was so obviously there but made no other move for freedom.

“He’ll be okay,” his index finger hooked her chin on its crux and lifted cherry stained lips into his view once again.

In a second his lips were back on hers and whatever protest she had died on his tongue. His back hit the wall with a silent thud as Okoye pushed up on her toes, chasing his kiss. Her hands glided up his stomach and over the expanse of his pecks where his nipples pebbled under her fleeting touch. Contented arms settled on his shoulders and crossed behind his neck.

“You’re really good at this,” Okoye smiled between pecks.

“You say that a lot,” Attuma grinned, his thumb absently stroking the bare skin just above her waistband.

“Mmm is thiss the cocky side Namora was talking about?” She leaned back to observe him, certain that her face had the same goofy grin as his.

“Whatever she said… Don’t believe it. Unless it was something good.”

Attuma searched his mind for anything that would keep her talking. He liked her syrupy dulcet especially when she was pressed against his chest.

Taavi’s cough broke their reverie once more. The haze that’d rendered Attuma useless cleared and Okoye could see the change in his demeanor almost immediately.

“I should uh, I should check on him.”

“Yeah,” she said, and quickly removed herself from around him.

She watched as he maneuvered the tight space with ease and slid into his office. He didn’t pull the door behind him so she figured it was okay to come in. After a quick breath to calm and recalibrate herself she followed suit.

She smiled at Taavi’s laughter even though she had no clue what caused it.

“Yuum!! Why is your face red??” He’d somehow managed to get that out before keeling over in laughter again. The remnants of his sickness showing in the wheezing and small coughs breaking up his laughing spell.

Attuma swiped at his face, confused, and his back grew pin straight at the sight of Okoye’s lipstick on his fingers.

“Uh-“

“Here why don’t I clean up here while your Father goes to get you some more water.” Okoye slid past Attuma who she’d never seen so lost for words before.

She squeezed his wrist in an attempt to unmount his feet from their space in the middle of the floor.

Again he stuttered a quick “Right.. yeah.. water.” Before he hurried out the room.

In the bathroom Attuma cleaned his face and chastised himself for losing control of the situation so quickly. Years of keeping himself free from distraction so he could focus on Taavi seemed to wilt away in two small moments.

This time it was Okoye’s laughter to free him from the errant thoughts coloring his mind. Outside of the bathroom he could hear them better as they shared in laughter, at his expense, no doubt. He smiled and thought of the ways Taavi’s mood always leaped for the better whenever Okoye was around.

Inside the office Okoye had packed everything and organized a few things on Attuma’s desk. She’d gotten Taavi busy with the task of filling his backpack with all his toys he’d scattered around the room.

“It would’ve taken me an hour to get him to do that,”

Okoye whipped around, not having heard Attuma come back. A small smile settled at the corner of her mouth as she observed his lipstick free face.

“You have your … talents, and I have mine.” She smirked, taking the water bottle from his outstretched hand. She looked back over her shoulder at Taavi, who was now deciding which of his action figures wouldn’t be getting stuffed in his bag. “I think I’m gonna head out.”

“What??! You can’t go! I was gonna show you my favorite show!” Taavi perked up, appearing at Okoye’s knees before she even registered him moving. “Right Yuum? She can stay right?”

Okoye ruffled his hair and then squatted down to his level. “How about next time I see you we watch your favorite movie instead, hm?”

“Really?!” Taavi gasped as if he hadn’t heard anything better in his life. His excitement bubbled over into his feet where he bounced happily.

“Sure, if it’s okay with your Yuum.” She stood up, and two sets of big brown eyes fell on an awestruck Attuma.

“Well??! Is it??” Taavi probed.

“Yeah, sure. Sounds like fun.”

“Well then it’s settled.” Okoye smiled and grabbed her bag. “I hope you feel better, Little Shark.” She said, pinching Taavi’s cheek gently, snickering at his blush.

“Thank you for the soup Ms. Koye!” He said as he barreled into her legs, hugging them.

“Okay enough with all the hugs, you’re sick remember.” Attuma cut in, pulling Taavi away. “Get your shoes on, I’ll be right back.”

“I’m sorry about the lipstick thing… If Taavi asks about a paint spill that's what he’s talking about.” Okoye said once they were standing at the front door. Her eyes seemed to look at everything but him.

“I didn’t mean to freeze up like that, it's just… I haven’t done much dating in a long time and I just.” He sighed, the words failing him.

“Hey… if that was just a kiss it’s alright. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” She smiled, even though forced.

He observed her for a moment, taking in the way she fiddled with her keys and shifted her weight from one leg to the next. Amazed that she thought he had the willpower to free himself from her hold after that kiss.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying.” He chuckled, scratching his neck hoping she’d hear his unspoken confession.

“Attuma it’s alright I-“

He cut her off with another kiss. Both of his hands cradling her head, hoping he could convey his feelings by actions better than his words. Once again she melted into him, sighing blissfully against his lips.

The sound of her keys clattering against the ground interrupted them. This time she used the tip of her thumb to wipe any traces of lipstick from his lips before they parted completely.

“I’ll call you.. later?” He asked, handing her the imposing ring of keys.

“Yeah, you do that.”

Read the rest on ao3 :)

[sundrop-writes]

Update for Sept. 25th, 2024*:

I do try to update the 'coming soon' section of my pinned regularly, but in case you haven't checked that out -

I have been working to finish The Way You Miss Me (titled after a song by All Time Low) - a Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Exes to Lovers fic where Fred and Reader break up when Fred leaves with George to open the shop in Diagon Alley, and then Reader is called to help with the Seven Potters mission - but she has a terrible fear of heights, to flying on the back of Fred's broom make things terrifying and complicated for her.

I am 8,600 words into a fic I thought would be 10k overall, but I think it's gonna end up being 15k? And my goal for today is to get the fic to at least 10k before quitting for the day. So I am like - a little bit more than halfway done with the first draft.

I think I should have it first draft finished by Sunday or Monday of this upcoming week, writing 1k or 2k a day and not pushing myself to work too hard. And then I'll probably run a poll to decide between some other Harry Potter related ideas and edit it while that poll is running! So I think this fic could be posted right at the beginning of October (this September has felt scarily short omg).

If you want to be notified when this fic is posted, you can sign up for my Harry Potter taglist here, just make sure that you read my taglist rules first!! And if you are new to my blog and want something to read in the meantime, then check out my Harry Potter Masterlist

*Decided I should put the date on these things because a lot of people don't have the dashboard timestamps turned on, and I don't want somebody to randomly discover a post from months ago or years ago and think that it is still relevant to what I'm working on now if it's a lost WIP or even something I already finished - if it is something I already finished, and somebody randomly goes back to like the post, I will try to go back and add a link to the finished fic. But let us all have common sense, and if the post is dated from a long ass time ago, and the fic with this description is not on my masterlist already, either send me a kind message about it asking if I posted it or realize that it just never got done and never got posted, thank you.

[itsallmouthwashing]

Tulpar (Band Au) Playlist Expansion- Part 3

I can't fix the bullet points im sorry :)

As a late holiday gift, here's the next bunch of song expansions from the Tulapr Band AU playlist that correlates with the AU Im writing! Please enjoy 10 SONGS and the bit of story that goes with it. I'm gonna try and get these stories out, but im also on the fence if I want to do a full fic before I dive too deep on any details :)

Decline (Wide Ire)- A song Jimmy writes during one of his benders, before he goes missing. Of course he’s drinking as he writes it, and at one point he spills his glass of un-iced whisky on the pages, causing the illusion of his letters tumbling down the lines. He scraps it all, sparks a bowl, and starts writing. Sometimes, it’s the only state his creativity allows. As long as he’s high, he can write whatever comes to mind and still have it be coherent the next day. He feels fine as he jots it all down, happy, even. But when he tries to edit it in the morning, he can't touch it for weeks. He paralyzes himself with the need to get high and the need to do better. He gets so overwhelmed that he eventually needs to smoke to calm down

Make Believe (Memphis May Fire)- After a particularly bad break, Curly questions his sanity. The stress is piling on, Jimmy’s still missing, and he’s slowly losing his grip on everything. He works on the song by himself, turning to it when he needs to focus on something in his control. Sometimes he sings it under his breath as a way to ground himself. He know’s it’s his. He knows the reasons these words are in his head, and in a way it brings him back to reality.

When he screams, he screams for hope. Something, anything, to guide him out of the fucking darkness. He has a new way of dissociating: seeing himself in a music video. He feels himself in a tight black box, free to its whims of tossing him in any direction. He feels the cgi on his skin when he fades in and out of frame through another dimension’s video editor. Each time, he reaches for Jimmy. Each time, he hopes he’ll be there on the other side. Each time, he's not there to catch him when Curly falls deeper into the pits of despair. 

Psycho (When I Wake Up) (The Wildlife)- Jimmy’s stupid pinning fucking ass. Before he confesses to Curly. He writes it at the end of freshman year of college when things really kick off with P.E Records. When he fully realizes his feelings for Curly. P.E Records is suddenly demanding a ballot, the band finds it, (“How THE FUCK ARE THE DOING THAT!”) or Jimmy volunteers it when Swansea turns down all their other attempts. Curly is the one that sings it, and it does something irreversible to Jimmy’s heart. 

Jimmy performs this song at an open mic night. Curly follows him, as he has the habit of doing so now, and watches as Jimmy stares right at him in his usual hiding place at the bar. He doesn't break eye-contact, even as Jimmy walks out the side door. But when Curly follows him outside, Jimmy suddenly can't look at him (IM GONNA WRITE IT!!!)

Fine! (Public Theater)- Curly’s stupid pinning fucking ass. Curly writes this after he drops out in Sophomore year to focus harder on their music after they’re signed. He tries to convince himself it's about his band and the people he tries so hard to protect, but he finds when he performs it for the first time he realizes that its about Jimmy. Its always been about Jimmy. He plays it off like it’s a representation of the anxiety they’re all feeling suddenly beginning a career in music, and the story takes. But Curly knows. (Swansea too but he’s too old for that shit lmao)

If You Think This Song Is About You, It Probably Is (Destroy, Rebuild Until God Shows)- Daisuke writes this one! He gets cheated on :( he finds out his partner was sneaking around with someone-- longer brown hair and piercings almost everywhere. Dai is convinced that it's Jimmy- And one day he shows up to practice pissed. Jimmy tries to be supportive, being the first one to ask what's wrong, but Dai explodes, seeing his opportunity to confront him. Jimmy is adamant it wasn't him, saying he was out that night, but his partner's house wasn't where he was. He refused to say where, (he was at Curlys. For gay reasons) and Dai takes it as further proof. Dai throws the first punch, Anya throws the last. She's the one that breaks it up and forces them in other rooms. . Too bad they have a concert that night! (I have ideas to write this out fully, ill update when I do!)

HAMMS IN A GLASS (Winona Fighter)- Anya sings this one on her centric album. Written as a way to express her feelings about her studies and the stress she’s collapsing under (and written after she gets pulled over lmao). She mainly workshops it with Dai before it’s concert-ready. This happens a littler after finals week (not exactly sure in the timeline) and swansea demand the polish it ans get him the finished version at the end of the week. 

The music video is the second released under P.E Records and gets a great buzz going for the name Tulpar. Theri first album only had the budget for one music video, and that was (one ill figure out later sorry)

Mind Rider (Hail The Sun)- A song Jimmy wrote one day when he was feeling particularly horny and lonely. He fantasizes about Curly cheating on his girlfriend with him and has to take (many) pauses to rub one out in the writing process. One day the band finds it (“how the fuck do they keep doing that?? Gotta stop keeping my scraps out even if I wont care for them in the morning”),and knowing their fans are getting increasingly thirsty and would love a sexy song (hi, I’m fans) they polish it and Swansea approves it with no notes (does it help that Curly really plays into it? Why is he so focused on moving his hips?) (I understand the voice of the original singer doesn't really fit Curly or Jimmy, but by god is it a sexy song and the worms demand association) 

Sell My Heart (Whale Bones)- Curly writes this one while Jimmy is missing. He's pining, he's lonely, he's missing his best friend. It's part of the album that becomes a desperate plea for Jimmy to just come back to him. Come back to everything they've been working towards. Come back to me, please. I can't live without my heart. 

The Pantaloon (Twenty-One Pilots)- A song Jimmy wrote when he was younger about his complicated relationship with family. (TOP song is here cause Tulapr started as just two fucking dudes and yes TOP is the model). His parents were separated, in the process of a divorce (or at least really contemplating it), and his dad would never show up for their scheduled outings. He wrote this song on the curb outside of his family apartment and worked on harmonies until the sun set and the air chilled his fingertips enough he couldn't write without it hurting. 

He revisits it after his parent’s death. He’s going through a box of his old things they packed away to make space for an office. In it were a few of his old song-journals and in those journals were the desperate pleas of a child left to find his parents' love somewhere else. They were always too enamored with each other to pay attention to the things they were leaving behind

Shreddy vs Margeret (Ü Blue)- One of the last song’s Jimmy and Curly sing together before Jimmy goes missing :)

Cave In (I The Mighty)- Dai, Anya, Curly, AND Swansea wrote this one after Jimmy disappears. He’s struggling with addiction, pushing everyone he loves away, and limping off into the woods to die like an animal. It’s been years since anyone has seen him and they’re all so desperate for answers they release the song so that by some grace of God he’d show back up. And one day he does. He barges in during practice, sweaty and wet and feeling like a landfill. But they don't care as they all rush to hug him. Anya cries, Daisuke does too, Swansea’s sobbing by himself because he puts himself in Jimmy’s shoes. What if that was him? What if that was Swansea that ran off all those years ago instead of getting sober? He doesn't know if he’s sobbing from relief, or if its because deep down he does wish it was him- except he wishes nothing brought him back. Curly is the only one that doesn’t cry (at least not in front of everyone else) but lets it all out when he takes Jimmy home to clean up and rest. Buuuuut not before Jimmy fucking faints and they take him to the hospital instead [dont worry, ya’ll’ll get your fix in a while :)))]

[homura-simpson]

💜 P I N N E D 💜

Hello I'm pineapple this is a blog for making self indulgent bullshit :^)

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If this is a stim/edit blog why did you go with the url Homura-Simpson?

Beacuse it's funny and I really like Homura😎👍

Will you take requests?

Only for mutuals right now. I might do general requests in the future, but last time I did I got really overwhelmed 😭 sorry. For now this blog is just for self indulgent bullshit

Does this blog have a DNI?

Yeah! No terfs, swerfs, zionists, nazis, right wingers, zoos (the bad kind of zoos), racists, transphobes, homophobes, acephobes, trump supporters, JKR supporters, MAPS (the bad kind of maps obviously. Not multi editor projects), antisemitic, islamophobic, ect. As long as you don't fall under any of these categories you're fine to interact with my suff 👍 at the end of the day I just wanna make pretty stims of characters I like. Nothing less and nothing more.

Why don't you have a DNI banner?

I respect the people who make them, it's good to have boundaries, buuut personally I just think they make things look a little cluttered! I'd just rather have my DNI on my pinned. :^V

Are you a proship or anti?

I'm a Capricorn actually :^) But in all seriousness I really don't like either side of the fence for my own personal reasons. 😔 It's all one stupid pissing contest, where any sense of nuance and meida literacy goes to die on either end. The only way to win the game is not play at all and form your own opinions. Breaking this shit up into two terminally online sports teams constantly at each other's throats and the throats of anyone who dares to mildly critisizes them, does way more harm then good! Calling someone who doesn't like either side a "fence sitter" or "proship/anti neutral" is an absolutely garbage take! 😭 Not everyone shares your experiences with either side of the fence and fiction SUSAN!! YOUR EXPRINCENCES AREN'T UNIVERSAL!!

Is this a side blog?

Yes to my hub blog! However unless you do rp in the tumblr sphere I won't give it out. It's nothing personal, sometimes personal blogs reblog stuff that aren't meant to be reblogged. It makes me uncomfortable and it generally can clog up your feed. Also for personal reasons I don't wanna have minors following my rp blog 😔

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Yeah but only for my mutuals like the other requests 😔

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Oh yeah Mr.Krabs!!!

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Sure thing bro! You do you 👍

How do you feel about age reg?

I don't do age reg myself but it is a perfectly valid form of coping and I respect that 👍

Do you use fanart?

All the art used here is 100% official! If I ever do use fan art I promise it was completely an accident and I will replace it! I only use fanart if the artist is okay with it and of course they'll get credit!

Will you do gif edits?

Unfortunately I can't 😔 I make these all on my phone and photoshop is scary beacuse I am a 29 year old fart and very autistic so it gets overwhelming 😵‍💫. However I do make video edits and will occasionally post them here!

Do you consider yourself part of the stimblr community?

I'm gonna be honest I've heard horror stories of the kind of drama that goes on there! 😭 I've already delt with my fair share of rpc drama, I do NOT wanna be dragged into that. This is mostly a blog for me to chill out and be self indulgent and it's gonna stay that way. I'm more then happy in my own little corner thank you very much! I don't mind if other stim blogs follow me ofc, buuuut I do not consider this blog part of the stim community. Sorry 😔

If I'm an rp moot can I request promos?

Sure thing! It doesn't have to be just promos, you can request any kind of edits in my ability to make 👍 stim boards, video edits, icons, moodboards, regular edits, ect.

Where's Margedoka, Mamihouse, and Kyubart!?

Maybe someday they'll come 😔

Do you have a promo?

Yes I diddly do :^) you don't have to reblog it, I'm not gonna tell you what to do. I ain't your mom! But it'd help me a lot if you did ( ; v ; )/

Do you have a user based DNI?

Yes but I'll only give that out in private. It's mostly just for rpc stuff but still 😔

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I don't mind. At the end of the day this is just a blog to do self indulgent bullshit. As long as they don't interact with things they're not supposed to and not try to interact with me, ( I am a grown ass 29 year old I don't feel comfortable talking with minors ) I'm fine with it.

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If you don't take requests from non moots why is anon on now?

As a way to communicate with followers! Since for some reason tumblr won't let me enable DMs ( a very functional website totally not held together by glitter glue 😔). However even though anon is on it doesn't mean you can abuse the privilege! Any anon hate will be blocked

If I'm a non mutual but I really want a Stimboard, icons, or edits from you, what can I do?

Well you're in luck! On occasions I'll hide a little Easter egg in a stimboard, if you find it you win one free request of your choosing! (This applies to mutuals and non mutuals) though if we're moots you can get a request regardless! This is all just in good fun! :^) remember DON'T ABUSE THIS, DON'T PRESSURE ME INTO DOING THIS ALL THE TIME, AND DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE IF YOU DON'T WIN. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN! NOTHING LESS AND NOTHING MORE!!! >:^0

More rules to be added it the future 👍

[mathisshiftss]

A scenario in my Coffee Shop DR

I arrive at Spencer’s house after a very long week.

Warnings: Drinking, boys kissing, lowkey a breakdown

Immediately after I’m done at work I go to Spencer’s apartment. It’s been a hard week and it’s finally Friday, I can finally keep him up because he finally doesn’t have work the next day. Thank god.

He answers the door, still in his regular clothes, lacking the blazer and tie. Brown pants, green cardigan, dress shirt.

“Matt? What’s up?” He asks gently, inviting me inside.

“I missed you.” I say gently. “I had a hard week.”

“How come?” He asks, his hands finding my jacket as he helps me slip out of it.

“Just… I don’t really know.”

He knows it’s a lie. He doesn’t press me about it, he knows better than to. I’d just get upset and leave, he’d rather me not be alone when I’m upset.

“Okay, well… do you want to do something? Need anything?” He asks gently.

“You keep the good wine around here somewhere, don’t you?” I ask.

“You don’t think any wine is good.” He teases, pushing the hair out of my face.

“Maybe I will tonight.” I say with a smile. “Please?”

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, his voice softening as he asks.

“Yeah, I’m just really in the mood to take some edge off.” I force a smile.

“Fine… just, let’s not overdo it, okay?”

He gets the wine and we sit down, sipping quietly. I definitely end up overdoing it. Within about 20 minutes I’m sifting through his records, looking for something to listen to.

“Your music taste is ass.” I giggle. “All classical. Where’s that album I got you?”

“Oh, it’s next to the player.” He says. We’re both slurring our words a little, I’m more drunk than him. Neither of us are surprised about that.

I get up, stumbling over my own two feet as I walk over to the record player. I almost fall, causing me to curse under my breath.

“Ah, found it.” I say, putting it on the player. It takes a second before music starts coming out of it.

The story behind the gift is funny. A few weeks before Christmas last year I had been at Spencer’s, looking at his stuff, and I noticed that he has no good music. So I went out and found my favorite album ever recorded; Grace (legacy edition) by Jeff Buckley. With it, there was a handwritten note.

“Here you go, Spence. The start of good music in your collection. It’s my favorite, you’d better like it.

Love, Matt.”

“I listen to it a lot.” He admits from the couch. I turn to him with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” I say softly. “Glad I got it for you?”

“Definitely.” He smiles. I put on the record, the first song that plays is “Mojo Pin.” I sing along drunkenly. The words are slurred and I’m slightly behind on the words but I know it by heart.

Spencer watches as I dance around his apartment, although, it wasn’t exactly dancing, more so waltzing around the apartment, occasionally throwing my hands up and tripping over my own two feet.

When “Hallelujah” comes on I look at Spencer. I smile forms over my lips and I step toward him, stumbling a little. He isn’t nearly as inebriated as I am, he usually isn’t.

“Spencer.” I say in a singsong tone. “You should dance with me.”

He smiles and lets out a quiet laugh. “What? I can’t dance.” He says, trying his best to get out of it.

“Come on. Please? For me?” I ask.

“Matt, I can’t dance when I’m sober, what makes you think I’m gonna be able to dance when I’m drunk?” He says, smiling up at me. I offer him my hand.

“Then just sway with me.” I say softly.

He rolls his eyes. “I can’t!” He giggles.

By the time he is finally convinced, Jeff Buckley has gotten through almost a minute of the song. I pull him up and I wrap my arms around his waist. He doesn’t know what to do with his.

“Matt, I don’t dance.” He giggles.

“Just hold me. You do that, right?” I say, looking at him with a gentle gaze. He smiles and looks down as he rests his arms over my shoulders.

“Is this good?” He asks.

“This is perfect.” I say gently. I shift forward and rest my head on his shoulder.

Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

As the music progresses, I begin to make more dramatic movements with my body, guiding Spencer’s along with mine. He stumbles and blushes with embarrassment.

“I’m so uncoordinated!” He says. “I can’t do this.”

I smile at him.

“Yes you can, come on.” I say, pulling him back into me. My hands rest on his hips.

“Put your hands here.” I say, and I move his hands to my waist, they wrap around slightly. “Would you like to hold one of my hands or stay like this?”

He pauses for a moment. “Um… Hold hands.”

I giggle and take his left hand in my right. I hold it to the side, near our shoulders.

“I’ll guide you, okay?” I say softly. “Step with your right foot.”

He does, I do it at the same time. He smiles at me. I tell him to move his left and he does.

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

He’s finally starting to get the hang of it, although, he accidentally steps on my feet every so often. We laugh together.

“You’re doing great.” I say softly.

“Am I?” He sounds like he absolutely does not believe me. “I keep stepping on you and I’ve never danced before in my life-“

I kiss him to interrupt him. The movement stops.

“That’s why I’m teaching you.” I whisper when the kiss finally ends. His face is red. “Come on. Left… right…”

I guide him and we dance in circles around his living room.

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Our dancing has slowed. It’s turned more into a standing hug. My face is buried in his shoulder and his hand is on my head, gently playing with my hair.

“Matt?” He asks, his voice is gentle.

“Hm?” I ask gently.

“It’s not healthy to drink away your problems.” He says gently. “I’m not trying to tell you how to live or anything. Just…”

“I know.” I say quietly. My hold on Spencer tightens, just a little. “I don’t know what else to do. There isn’t anything to talk through…”

“That’s okay.” He whispers. “This was fun though, right?”

“Mhm.” I admit.

“And I’m glad you didn’t just get sad drunk all by yourself. I’m glad you came to me.” He says softly. His hand runs up my hair.

“I knew you’d be upset if I ended up drinking myself into a coma.” I joke.

“Maybe a little.” He laughs. He puts his hand under my chin and makes me look at him. “I love you, Mathis.”

I smile, looking over his face.

“I love you too, Spencer.”

He places a gentle kiss on my lips, his hand finding my jaw.

“Stay the night?” He asks softly. “You can’t exactly drive home, anyway.”

“I’ll stay.” I whisper. “Thank you.”

[nayensstrings]

Pinned.;

Hi, I'm Nayen. I'm over 25, live in Germany and use it/its pronouns exclusively. I like fictional pretty men a lot for someone who identifies as a lesbian irl.... think emoji

Interest checker

List of sideblogs and ruies underneath the cut

@takenbytime - pokemon violet protag oc @sonofeons - latios oc @galagambler - team galactic oc @alphamachiine - aggressive rival/bully miraidon, pkmn violet @expoketheft - ex-plasma grunt oc @kohakutouroc - pokemon werewolf oc @arcborne - The Ancient Hisuian Hero, oc @satucomm - Commander Saturn of Team Galactic, my one canon here lol

WIP

RULES FOR RP

No ooc drama. I will block for it, and delete asks about anything.

No proship.

I treat my own legendary pokemon muses like greek gods. Grounded, flawed sometimes horny individuals who are both able to comprehend the situation and enthusiastically consent. I am open to shipping my legendary muses, but VERY selective. - Absolutely not gonna ship ANY muse of mine with regular pokemon. I condemn pokephilia. - Exception will be any PMD muses for hopefully obvious reasons. - Shipping for ANY muse, legendary or not, will only ever be done by chemistry. - I'm a shipping whore, so never feel afraid to approach me. The worst I'll say is no. - Goes without saying, but, absolutely no underage shipping with adult muses. Adult muses are shipped only with other adults, and vise versa. Attempting otherwise will lead to a swift block from me.

Rp is a hobby, not a job. My activity is very infrequent, but when I'm here I'm eager to play. Just never hound me for replies.

I'm selective about who I follow back. If I don't follow you, I'm not interested in writing with you. Don't take it personally.

I'm eager to meet your ocs! All I ask is that you have enough info for me to work with, don't seek wish fullfillment only, and that I can see you've put some work/effort into making your blog presentable and your muse approachable. I'm VERY picky. Sorry.

I don't tolerate bullshit. Try to drag me into drama or harass me online for whatever I say or whatever? Congratulations, meet the block button. The door is right there. Use it.

I will block personals from people I don't know or that don't have an attached rp blog, as well as pokemon irl, etc.

I'm mostly multiship (excluding certain blogs), as well as multiverse and AU flexible. if you have an idea, feel free to approach me. I don't bite!

I'm a tumblr rp veteran. I used to rp in the tumblr Homestuck rpc for years before that community became so cliquey and toxic that I burned out and left. I don't want that to happen again. For that reason, I repeat: I do absolutely fucking not. Tolerate drama bullshit.

I have several mental illnesses and disabilities that you don't get to learn about until I know you well enough and trust you like that (or until I overshare on my own). All I ask is you're patient with me and don't yell at me, thank you.

I promise I'm not as mean or scary as I may come off here. I've simply been burned by tumblr rp before, am jaded and guarded, but I want to try.

Ty for reading my rp rules. This list may get edited as things become relevant.

[triscribeaucollection]

Hi! For the writing asks: ✨ and 🌷?

Hi Crystal! Your timing is perfect, and I'm gonna combine these to ramble about my topic of the evening: Justice League Unlimited plays Wolfen and Warlocks

✨ - newest wip / 🌷 - writing achievement you want to brag about

Some of the stone elementals charged forward to throw punches. Others cracked and split the ground, making it harder to approach them by foot. The biggest one, guarding the portal, created a ring of spikes to better protect it.

And Clark’s friends proved exactly why an RPG was the best choice for them to play, rather than a card or board game.

Wally annoyed different targets into following him into range of Diana’s fists. John pinned others in place for Shayera to strike and destroy. Clark and J’onn cast magical shields and restored health points, keeping everyone else moving, and when Bruce’s fairy reached the others to share what he’d learned about the portal’s crystal power source, the seven of them formed up seamlessly to go after it.

Even better, they all clearly had fun doing so.

And *I* had *immense* fun writing this nonsense, okay?

Picking out races, abilities, and stats for each of the seven, figuring out how to balance them against one another through the game encounter, picking the exact worst possible moment for Bruce roll a 1 and almost hit Wally's character instead of the final boss, which he is absolutely never going to live down, that's gonna become the running joke for however many chapters this thing goes:

Flash: "You missed! He was three feet in front of you, how could you miss-!"

Batman: "Shut. Up."

Flash: =D

But of course I've already determined how I'm going to have more fun with it, by bringing in Zatanna to play Storymaster so Clark isn't pulling double duty. And she gets invested, my dudes, full on spooky voice reading the intro blurbs, using magic to make a veil of mist around her spot at the table, bringing the map and character tokens to life for a bit of flair, so on and so forth

There will be other superheroes who get interested. Further interactions in twos and threes as the game spreads through the League. Robin hears about all this and pesters Batman to teach him to play, and between the two of them at home it basically turns into an extra training exercise, Bruce making use of the 'solve a mystery' aspect woven into most pre-made campaigns to teach Tim some more detective skills (this being the DCAU and not comics continuity)

I might even have Alfred insist on hosting one night, just so he gets to lay eyes on Bruce opening up his walls bit with friends- sorry, *cough*, colleagues. Tim will of course get to join in, and does NOT hesitate to grab the "You Missed!" joke and run with it like the little gremlin he deserves to be. Dick and Babs will be beyond delighted when he lets it slip to them as well >:D

And this is like. Full circle, for me. Rather emotional, when I think about it.

Few years back I was writing a scene for a story in a whole other fandom, and decided the kid main character and his best friend needed to be distracted from ongoing misfortune in the form of a new adult friend teaching them to play a D&D knockoff game. I didn't want to use *actual* Dungeons and Dragons, because where's the fun in that, but I felt I needed some actual Thing to use as reference rather than purely winging it. And thus, Wolfen and Warlocks was born.

Now, rather than making things up as I went along for that fic, I've got the Actual Game to reference, or at least all the materials meant for the first edition of it. Not put together or published, yet, but that's only because I'm still beta testing with the help of various friends - including @yogurtbear242, Player The First who gave the best reactions to unexpected developments and was an all around good sport despite not ever having played a tabletop rpg before, in-person or online:

(Everybody salute Bear for being a wonderful crash test dummy)

And now! I get to put the Justice League's founding members through the same shenanigans!!

Self-indulgence *and* self-promotion at it's finest x)

[syrips]

hello im gonna pin this post

hello my name is Syrips, im a super duper simp and simp/self-insert enabler for others who love strahd or any cos/ravenloft/fictional characters

im 28, but i sometimes say im thirty as a vague response because its easier and faster to say (or safer to say to strangers)

i think i am autistic but i am currently only self-diagnosed; i plan to tell my doctors once i compile a binder of reasons why i think im autistic based on noted events in my childhood, behavior, and my reflected perspective on things in pages of charts and text which is a totally neurotypical thing to do

im genderfluid and i am fine with any and all pronouns (different people may use different/changing/fluid pronouns on me, i am completely fine with this)

im polyamorous and pansexual/panromantic, i gush over games that have polyamory/pan options!!

i have huge CoS/Ravenloft spoilers so please, PLEASe do not enter unless you are fine with being spoiled with all kinds of content. i also wont explain what is or isnt 'canon' because, well, some things may be canon for one person, while potential/not-canon for another, so i really cannot confirm or deny it myself.. ask your DM for confirmation! (and for my players who are here, hehe, goodluck figuring it out!)

i do music, art, crafting, and streaming sometimes, here is my linktree: https://linktr.ee/syrips

please 'ask'/message/send me any and all of your curse of strahd and/or ravenloft works of art! this can include these and more!:

playlists

moodboards

art/portfolio/link to your art or artblog

pages of your OC/PC/dnd lore (both player and DM welcome)

campaign/session notes and storytime

canon and potential-/home-/head-canon dumps

narrations/imagines/ao3/google docs/fanfic/fic writings

cool crafts!!

i crave it more than strahd craves blood, please and thank you!

you can also send me stuff and let me know if you want me to gush/simp over it, provide advice, or simply acknowledge it (publicly or privately)! let me know in advance cuz i dont want to make you uncomfortable with what you share

i have no limits on triggering fictional content, just make sure to tw it properly if it is sensitive content for others

my Ask thingy is always open, i may ramble alot if i get passionate enough though so be warned! hehe

ok goodbye ill edit or change this whenever idk

Edit Entry 1 - 11th Moon, 2023

for context, keita/raze (he/him) is my irl partner. he's been a simp for alucard (castlevania) longer than i've begun simping for strahd. i only discovered this years into the relationship when we watched castlevania (where i expected to be a bigger simp for castlevania), and instead HE made high pitch simping noises as alucard appeared on the screen and i was like -sus eyes- wait a GOSH DARN MINUTE-. also, keita has a thing for necks. i shrugged it off when he first told me, but years later i started simping for strahd and now i look back at that moment like 'hm. odd.-'. anyways, i mostly started dating him because he sounds like a kermit the frog southern guy who goes 'howdy howdy' and he says 'i should be golden' unironically and i think thats pretty funny

i tag stuff as #making a keita tag so when keita presses this he can see all the stuff that he likes so that i can organize stuff and incase he ever decides to poke around my blog and use this tag search within my blog

Edit Entry 2 and 3 - 12th Moon, 2023

syrips OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Other People's Adored OC/PC list (loosely alphabetical)

Edit Entry 4 - 7th Moon, 2024

hi huge warning that im fucking WEIRD. like i know people may enjoy the idea of me for entertainment/indulgence purposes but please please. if you ask/tell me to do something, i will 90%-chance take it seriously and respond bluntly/directly. please take my warnings seriously and please please interact with me responsibly!!

and i already know some would be like, 'oh syrips people always say that. they wanna act unique/special by calling themselves weird'. like. thats fair if people dont believe that but please dont be surprised when freakos start feeling more comfortable/vulnerable around you and you become shocked. like. stop trying to shame/blame freakos for what they've warned since the beginning. please, it's hurtful and disrespectful.

my asks are always open, be as blunt/direct as you want. most of my cws will be with "cw: " before it. let me know if you want me to cw tag something!

i use the #be cringe be free tag for weirdos/freakos/happy/indulgent stuff. this can include stuff that isnt 'cringe', and/or cringe we embrace. it's okay to be cringe. it's okay to say cringe culture is dead. it's okay to not see things as cringe. it's okay to embrace the cringe. it's okay to indulge, to be your favorite version of you. it's okay to indulge, even if it's unfamiliar/scary. i use the tag for moments of doing what makes you happy, regardless if youre unfamiliar with that indulgent feeling. be cringe be free!!

[demons-and-demigods]

Greetings, my darlings!

You can call me Eliot or Dean ^-^

I made this side blog to post about my spn/pjo crossover au!

This pinned post is gonna be two-fold: basic info abt the au (which I've named the Demons and Demigods Verse) and some basic info abt me!

Behind the Screen:

As I mentioned, you guys can call me Eliot or Dean! My pronouns are they/he and im nonbinary (transmasc) pan ace!

This is a side blog!!!!!!!!!!!! My main is @invalid-author , and I have a couple other side blogs as well. @water-you-doing-bro is my pjo side blog, @pretty-boy-baby-girl is my criminal minds side blog, and @demons-i-get is my spn side blog!

I'd like to keep this blog for just my au, so if you want to talk with me about spn or pjo not related to this au or anything else, please feel free to hop over to the corresponding side blog or my main!!!!!!

I'll come back and edit this if I remember anything else I want to add!!

And now,

Demons and Demigods Background!

Some warnings/preface before I get into the actual au: I have a potty mouth and therefore so do the characters. I love using the fuck word.

As the blog title states, I do put the characters through The Horrors arguably worse than canon. So. Please keep that in mind, also I am a big fan of dark!percy and making demigods a little eldritched (mostly percy tho) so expect a lot of morally gray (at the very least) actions on Percy's part and violence and gore more spn canon level than pjo canon level

Also, I do fuck around with timelines as I wish even if it doesn't make much sense bc I am the god of this world and Chuck's got nothing on me 😈

I make a number of changes to how spn s1 plays out and also smush the entirety of spn seasons 1 , 2, and most of 3 into the ~8-10 months during which hoo takes place. Like I said, I fuck severely with the timelines.

This au starts in the time between tlo and tlh where Percy has just gone missing, and picks up right after the pilot for spn

I haven't made it that far yet, but this au will be Destiel bc I'm down bad <3

Anyway,

Sally is Mary's younger sister. They were always close growing up, and both decided to quit hunting.

Percy is six years younger than Sam! (Sam is 22 in the pilot, and Percy is 16 when he goes missing.)

Percy disappears and Annabeth tells Sally that he's missing right after Jess dies. Oops. (Yes, I know the timelines don't match up but I don't care <3)

Everything else I'll get too into, so I'll post the rest of the set up separately!

I have some scenes fully written for this au and a lot of hand-wavey transition shit written down, too.

I'll work on getting what I've got so far posted over the next couple of days!

As I get stuff posted, I'll tag all fully written scenes with #dndv scenes and anything involving world-building or any kind of lore will be tagged with #dndv lore ! If I get any asks abt the au, they'll be tagged #dndv asks alongside #dean/eliot answers . All posts about the au involving plot or storyline at all will be tagged with #dndv and #demons and demigods verse . Anything like progress updates as I'm working on the next part will be tagged with #dndv behind the scenes

I'll include those tags in this post for ease of use, and if I decide to use other specific tags, I'll add them here as well!

[starkstruck27]

Tag game: Stranger Things Edition!!

I was tagged by my bestie @oopsiedaisiesbaby. Love you!!💚💚

1. Ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. Most annoying ship: Mileven

3. Second favorite ship: probably mungrove (bonus points if I get the best of both worlds and it ends up as harringroveson)

4. Favorite platonic relationship: Either stobin or elmax. They're both amazing <3

5. Underrated ship: gonna go with elmax again for this one. Or Keg Boys. I feel like they don't get as much love as they deserve.

6. Overrated ship: normally I would say steddie, but I also love them, too, so I'm gonna say ronance. I can see it, but at the same time... meh?

7. One thing I would change in canon: a lot of the random, unneeded deaths. Bob, Billy, Alexei, Benny, Barb, Chrissy? I feel like none of those needed to happen for the plot to move along, and even if they did, like they didn't have to make them like an "Oh well, they're dead :/" thing. Like, they didn't deserve that. And even if they didn't do that, the way the other characters reacted to the deaths was kinda shallow, too. Like Nancy losing Barb would broken my heart a lot more if they didn't use her mourning as a plot device to make her lose Steve and hook up with Jonathan.

8. Something canon did right: the character dynamics. The way they had the kids fighting over petty shit while bad things were happening, how Dustin didn't have a dad so he latched onto Steve as an older brother type positive influence, the way Hopper had to get used to being a dad again and ask Joyce for help? All of that was just beautifully done.

9. A thing I'm proud of creating for the Fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: All of my works on Ao3, but probably my favorite (at the moment) is my fic So Give Him Inches and Feed Him Well or my six fic series Cool To Hate.

10. A character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Max, Lucas, Dustin and Will. They're all so sweet and funny and I love them.

11. The character I relate to the most and why: normally I would say Billy, but lately it's been more Max. She's stuck in a house with a jerk of an older brother who goes off like a volcano over the littlest things, though most of the time he's dormant unless he wants to annoy her, and she has to witness him and the only father figure she has fighting all the time. Getting into screaming matches, sometimes getting physical, and while in my situation it's more the son causing problems for the father, it's still bad. The only reprieve I get is when I'm out with my friends, and even though I still care about both of them, I'm starting to lose that love for one of them (in her case Neil, in my case my brother) because of how they treat everyone else and acts like everything is normal afterwards.

12. The character I hate the most and why: Karen Fucking Wheeler. How she can go from being a concerned, doting mother in season one to pretty much a sexual predator in the span of a few seasons, I'll never know. I could understand if she cheated on Ted and went after someone her own age, but the fact that she went after a boy no older than her daughter just makes me sick. And yes, Billy flirted with her, too, but come on. He's a misguided 17-18 year old abused kid looking for any kind of affection wherever he can get it. And Karen is the adult. She should fucking know better.

13. Something I've learned from the fandom: How to politely disagree with people and kill them with kindness. That's why I have an anti's ask pinned to the top of my blog, because I want people to know that I don't care who or what they like, so I'll respect them, but if they come onto my blog actively trying to start shit, I will not fucking stand for it :)

14. Three tags I seek out on Ao3: hurt/comfort, Fluff and Angst, and enemies to lovers.

15. A song I strongly associate with my otp/favorite characters: I made a whole playlist dedicated to Billy, so.... but if I had to pick -

For harringrove: In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier or Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You) by Kaden MacKay

For Billy: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco, Beautiful Girls by Van Halen, Bella by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Cherry Pie by Warrant. Also pretty much Guns N Roses' entire discography.

So, everyone I usually tag for these has already done it (I think), but on the off chance you didn't, I'll tag @thissortofsorcery and @half-oz-eddie , as well as anyone else who wants to participate!