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[parvumnadex]

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[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

Hey dude , just came across your channel (I think it’s what it’s called on tumblr) I was just wondering you can do the same nsfw New Year’s resolution for arcane character (such as Vi , Caitlyn, Jinx , Sevika and Mel) , I’d prefer a male pov but I’m honestly down for a Gn pov

New Year with Pilties and Zaunites(Male)

!¡NSFW¡!

FYI all of these are in an AU where Vander, Mylo, and Claggor live, Silco is like an Uncle, and Powder is Jinx because of phase or is just a new personality because of her growing. Also Silco just has does an Alcohol business and shimmer doesn't exist.

If you don't like Caitlyn or Vi X Male then please leave or read the others. No input is needed. Let men like these fictional characters. Fanfics will not make these characters all of a sudden straight. The MHA community already tried that with Deku.

Sevika

(Bondage)

Sevika is really vocal when it comes to sex. She moans so loud people passing by your house can hear her. One day as you were running errands you passed by the brothel you overheard some of the escorts talking about their experiences of blindfolding and gagging during sex. A light bulb went off and as you picked up the things you needed you also picked up a ball gag and a blindfold.

The new year's party that Silco's men were holding everyone shared their resolutions, except you. You had stood up and kissed Sevika's cheek. "12:15. Be home," you told her before leaving leaving her confused and curious.

She got home she got home exactly at 12:15 like you instructed. She called out to you but no answer, entering your shared bedroom she spotted the ball gag and blindfold along with a note. Arching her eyebrow she read the note,

"Put these on and undress."

Smirking she obeyed the instructions. Once you heard the sound of her lying down on the bed you peered out the closet and saw her lying on your bed, blindfolded, gagged, and legs spread open, her womanhood on full display. Smiling you left the closet already naked. Walking over you bit her neck causing her to moan loudly but the ball gag muffled it. Smirking you kissed down her body making sure to keep her hands pinned to the mattress, her thighs rubbed against each other to hopefully relieve some of her building-up pleasure. She continued to moan against the gag as you reached her fold. You began to tease her clit with your tongue causing her to moan and shiver as her legs wrap around your head, her hands gripping your hair. She moaned even louder against the ball gag you can almost hear it perfectly. You reach behind her head and tighten the gag muffling the moans once more. Her legs tightened as she reached her climax. You smirk, flip her on her stomach, and pin her arms behind her back. You smirk and push your member into her womanhood causing her to moan louder. You start to thrust fast and rough, as you thrust into her you smacked her ass. You chuckled and squeeze her ass. You keep thrusting and she continues to moan against the gag. You thrust into her fully as your seed filled her womb. "Fuck Sev..." You pant as you take her blindfold and gag off. "How was that?" You ask as she looks back at you, panting. "Who... who said... to stop?" "Huh?" "Put those back on and keep fucking me til I pass out," she said lowly. You smirk and kiss her before putting the blindfold and gag back on her. Safe to say... Silco had questions about her limping.

Mel

(Degradation)

You didn't want to go to the party the Council of Piltover was hosting but being Mel's boyfriend and all you had to attend. As the clock struck twelve everyone started sharing their resolutions, you walked behind Mel as she was talking to another aristocrat and whispered in her ear. "I'm going to treat you like the slut you are tonight. That's my resolution~" you said in a low raspy voice. Mel immediately blushed and stammered mid-sentence causing the aristocrat to question her but before she could answer you grabbed her ass causing her to shiver, you then casually walked away.

Once you two arrived home she wasted no time in capturing your lips in a kiss. The kiss was full of passion and lust. She pulled away slightly and bit your lower lip. "I need you..." she said lowly as her hand started to unbuckle your belt, chuckling you helped her strip. Once you were both undressed you pinned her to the bed and bit her neck causing her to moan loudly. Her legs shot up and wrapped around your waist pulling you closer. You slid your cock inside her folds and began thrusting. She moaned loudly as you thrust inside her. You reach down and pinch her nipple causing her back to arch off the mattress as you did so. Her leg grip tightened as she looked up at you, she was at your mercy. You kept thrusting as you slapped her breasts. "Who's a good slut?" You asked as you slapped her reddening breasts. "I am!" She moaned out loudly. You flipped her so she was not in doggy style. As you continued to thrust you smacked her ebony ass. As you continued she moaned louder with each smack and thrust. You reached under her and pinched her clit causing her to moan and arch her back so far her upper chest fell to the mattress. "Bark, bitch!" You commanded pinching her clit harder causing her legs to spasm. "Arf! Arf!" She barked looking back at you as she did. You kept thrusting in her and soon your shaft started pulsing signaling you were close. You grabbed her arms and lifted her making her stand you walked her over and bent her over her vanity so she could see her face as you filled her up. You rubbed her clit roughly causing her to moan loudly. "Fill me up! Fill me up! Please fill my slutty womb up!" She begged as you thrust one last time as you both came. Her juices coated your pelvis and your hot load painted her insides white. You both panted coming down from your high. Mel then started to grind against your pelvis, your softened manhood becoming hard once more as she looked at you through the mirror. "The night is still young~ Keep fucking your slutty whore," she said her cheeks a light pink, you smile and kiss her softly. "I promise you will get the best aftercare after this..."

Caitlyn

(Electrostimulation)

Caitlyn, being as high nobility as such, she is was very oblivious when it was anything related to sex. When she met you, a Zaunite, after jumping through her window when you were running from Enforcers her eyes were open to a whole new world.

You sigh a sigh of relief as you open the door to your girlfriend's room. You had been gone since dawn since you're girlfriend wanted the day alone surprisingly considering it was New Year's Eve. She specifically wanted you back by 11:58 saying "I'll have a surprise by the time you get home." So you left and went to Zaun for a bit visiting a few Vander, Vi, Mylo, and Junk. "I'm home. Now why did I have to—" You freeze as you see your girlfriend lying in bed in black lingerie. "Hey." She said casually. "Hey... what's this?" You ask as you take off your jacket and boots. "Well-" she glanced at the clock at 11:59. "-I had a revolution while speaking to Jinx the other day... I like uh... electricity..." she blushes moving her hands from her stomach, showing some pink devices in her stomach. "In... the pleasure sense... and my..." 12 o'clock taking a breath she speaks "My New Year's resolution is to incorporate it into our... sexy time..." she says mumbling the last bit, fidgeting with the hem of her lingerie. Blinking, you smile and begin to take off your shirt. "That so... well... then." You take the remote from her hand and turn it on and then off quickly this causes her to moan loudly at the sudden feeling. "Oooo~ I like that." You say lowly, smirking as you remove the remaining pieces of clothing from your body. "Strip for me baby girl." You command giving her a quick shock. Stifling a moan she begins to remove the lingerie but you make it difficult by shocking her "C'mon Pretty Girl. You do this so easily every other time." You say innocently, Caitlyn swallows as she reaches back to unhook her bra only for a long shock to cause her to stifle a moan, her hands desperately trying to remove her bra. She finally manages to take it off and reaches for her panties just for you to shock her again. Leaning close you kiss her neck. "C'mon Pretty girl~ thought you wanted to have sex?" You said lowly causing Caitlyn to look at you, eyes desperate. "Please, love... let me undress..." Smiling you grab her panties and pull them down, Caitlyn immediately throws her panties to the side as you push your pants and boxers down. Leaning down you kiss her neck, trailing kisses down to her stomach, each kiss followed by a shock. Shock, kiss, repeat. Once you reach her stomach you lock your lips with her folds. Pushing your tongue into her folds you made sure to shock her each time she Moana. Her legs wrap around your head pulling your hair. Chuckling lowly you reach up to finger her and move to suck her clit. The combined pleasure of your fingers, mouth, and the shocks was sending Caitlyn closer to the edge faster than a train with no brakes. As she nears her peak she pulled your hair, "Wait wait..." she panted looking down at you. Looking at her through your lashes turned her on even more. "I wanna cum from your cock... not your fingers..." She begs. "Please love..." She begs her big blue orbs causing your heart to melt. Standing up you pulled her by her hips closer, slamming into her "Ahhh~!" She moans her eyes wide as she claws at your back. You thrust into her hard and fast Caitlyn's moans filling the room. You grunt as you bite her neck, thrusting, and turning the shock to a level to not cause her discomfort. Grabbing her hips you slam into her more. "C.... C... Cumming..." she moans before reaching her peak cumming on your cock as you bury your dick into her, your seed filling her womb. Panting you turn the shockers off. You look at Caitlyn before kiss her gently, smiling lovingly she wraps her arms around your neck. "Always a journey with you," you mumble causing the Enforcer to giggle. "You love it~ Now lie down and cuddle me... after we take these shockers off."

Vi

(Exhibitionism)

You and Vi dated at a young age. Since you were working for Vander and her being his illegitimate children you two had lots of encounters and soon started to date. Every time you two had sex after she got out of Stillwater you two always tried a new kink. Normally she picked the kink but today you picked it.

When you told her your resolution she blushed immediately. Since you said it as you two were in an alleyway near a crowded road while you two were leaving the last drop. Before she could protest you kissed her deeply, hands on her waist. As your tongues swirled together your hand moved down toward the wet spot in her pants. Her back was to the wall as you two kept kissing and your hand slid in her pants. "Y-Y/N..." she groaned. "Shhh~," you shushed her as you dropped to your knees. You tugged at the hem of her pants as she nervously looked around. "H-Hurry up..." she said covering her face with her arm. "Aww~ is Pinky blushing~" you tease but before she could protest in one fell swoop you pulled down her pants and panties, and your lips locked around her folds. She let out a high-pitched moan as you tease her clit with your tongue. She desperately rocked her hips into your mouth trying to get as much of your tongue as humanly possible. Her legs shook and her eyes rolled back as she came hard. Covering your mouth in her salty clear liquid. Smirking and chuckling you slowly stood up, wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, looked at her through your eyebrows, and pinned her chest to the wall. She looked back at you, her half-lidded eyes filled with lust, you swear you could see the hearts forming in her beautiful gray-blue eyes. You slowly leaned in, your breath on her neck as you pressed your lips to her throat. Her eyes closed and her throat vibrated as moans escaped her lips. She desperately rubbed her ass against your growing bulge, her arms reaching back desperately trying to get your pants off, seemingly forgetting the two of you were in public. All she could think about was your cock filling her womb with your load. "Y/N... please... I need you... please Daddy..." she begs as her rubbing increasingly becoming desperate. Chuckling lowly you smack her ass. She groaned at the stinging sensation but that groan turned into a moan as you shove your cock in her ass. You begin to ruthlessly pound her pussy she moans louder and grabs the hand that was on her shoulder. As you kept thrusting you kiss and bite her neck leaving multiple hickeys in their wake. She moans loudly as she looks back at you, her eyes fills with love and lust. You kiss her roughly, her hands gripping your hair desperately. Once the kiss broke she moaned out, "Fuck! Keep... keep... shit... going..." she pants out. She cups your cheek while looking back at you. "I'm... I'm close..." she panted as you kiss her once more. "Not yet, Doll," you tell her causing her expression to become desperate. "Baby... please..." she winces when her ass was smacked once again. "Hush," you tell her as you start to pound her rougher. She moans louder and her legs tense as she tries to keep herself from climaxing. Soon you felt your own climax approaching. "On three okay?" Vi immediately nodded. "One..." she started pushing back against your thrusts. "Two..." She moans louder and her walls tighten. "....Three..." she moans loudly as your seed filled her womb. Panting you pulled out, a mix of your sperm and her juices dripped down her legs. She pants as you kiss her again. Once the kiss broke she grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "Best. New Years. Ever."

Jinx

(Not letting her bite or scratch)

When it comes to getting down and dirty with Jinx she doesn't hesitate to bite, scratch, or scream. Since she grows out her nails and has sharp canines it's common for her to break your skin leaving multiple bite marks, scratch marks, etc. This means aftercare usually consisted of disinfecting the scratches and bites. So one day... you had a thought what if you took it away? I mean it would be a nice experience to see.

At the New Year's Party at the Last Drop, You didn't tell her about your little experiment Jinx but instead told her your other resolution. After the party, when you two were walking to Jinx's workshop that Slico and Vander made for her you couldn't help but look at her ass. Her hips swayed as she walked, her long blue braids following the motion of her hips. The longer you stared the more your lust grew. Especially in your pants. The moment you two reach the workshop you immediately grab her waist, spun her around, and locked lips. It caught her by surprise but reciprocates matching your lust and passion. You pick her up by her thighs and walk toward your shared bed. You tossed her on the bed and began to undress with Jinx hurriedly following your lead. The moment her pants, panties, and shirt were off you flipped her on her back and grabbed tape. She blinked a few times confused as you taped her wrists together. "H-Hey... what 'cha d-doing...?" Jinx asks as you finish taping her wrists. "Well, my sweet blue-haired arsonist of a girlfriend. I only told you one of my resolutions," you state as you grab a handful of her bubble butt causing her to bite her lip to stifle a moan. "My second resolution is to fuck you senseless like I do every other day or so. But~" You leaned down and bit her neck. "You can't bite or scratch." Jinx's face flushes as she stammeres. "H-Hey that's not fair..." She says smiling awkwardly. "Fair? Who said anything about fair, love?" You ask as she blinks confused and curious. Before she could continue she felt your length press against her folds. "You tease..." She grumbles. Chuckling you began to slowly push into her. "Fuck!" She exclaimed. She tries to reach for your wrists like she would usually do but, you kept your hands just out of her reach. She looks back at you, her eyes filled with both lust and slight anger. "You asshole..." She grumbled as you began to thrust into her. "Aww~ is Blue upset cause she can't claw me today?" You tease as you flip her on her back, her legs on your shoulders. She wrapped her legs around your neck pulling you down. You chuckle as you continue to thrust. Jinx tries to stay mad and try to show anger about the situation. "C'mon baby~" You tease as soft moans tumbled out of her lips. Your eyes lock on her perky A-cup breasts. Smirking you lean down and lock your lips around her nipple. She finally screams out in pleasure as her legs tighten around your neck. "Fuck! Yes! Keep... keep going!" She yells out as she rocks her hips faster trying to get as much pleasure from you as possible. She moans loudly as you hit her G-spot, her hands desperately reaching for you. "Right... right there... fuck...! Fuck me! Fuck me Y/N!" She exclaims as she feels her climax approach, "I'm... I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" She yells as she pushes her modest ass against your pelvis her juices coating your cock as you fill her womb to the brim. You pant slightly as you untie her and pull out your now flaccid cock. Jinx panted softly as she sat up looking at you through her half-lidded eyes, her lips met your neck as she began to bite and nibble leaving hickeys. "You owe me."

[spiritofrainbursts]

Back from the Shadow Realm ( A Long Awaited Update)

- Designs not yet finalized -

- Update below the cut -

Good evening to one and all!! Welcome to the first ever Fur & Fun Friday! So in case it weren't already apparent my account recently got banished to the shadow realm as of a result of handing out invites for a Secret Santa I've been helping @head---ache out with ever since offering to help run the project back in December and wound up deactivating as a result because I didn't feel like dealing with Tumblr staff and felt it would be easier to start from scratch again so I could kick off the new page with a long awaited update regarding the future of my work. Hopefully this doesn't happen again so I don't have worry about my content gaining zero traction nor go through the hassle of creating a new account for the up tenth time, ah anxiety ye heartless bitch, but if it does then I'll be sure to get off me ass and bug the help desk next time around.

With that being said the short of it is that ya'll probably won't be seeing any art from me for awhile starting Pride Month at the very latest depending on whether or not I can get some smaller projects such as updating my Dragon, Sonic, and never before seen Poke sona's designs done and out of the way before then. Why? Well for whatever reason, whether it be the insomnia that has plagued me since senior year of highschool or the mental health issues I've unfortunately have had to deal with over the years as a result of unwanted drama, some of which was admittedly on me and too anyone who may have been caught in the crossfire at the time it all happened truly from the bottom of my heart I'm sorry if I said or did anything to hurt you and hope that wherever you are that you're living your best life regardless of whether or not you decide to forgive me for my past actions or not and hey even if you don't than that's ok too, it's no skin off my back, or even certain events from my past that have come back to haunt me with a vengeance over the years, something I've only recently come to terms with thanks some personal growth on my end that has allowed me to feel the happiest I've felt in awhile even if I don't have a lot going for me right now, for the past few years now I've had some kind of weird creative burn out that has made it difficult for me to sit down and draw as much as I used to which in turn has caused a severe decline in content on my end. As a result as soon as I complete my previously fore mentioned projects I shall here by be going on an indefinite hiatus so I may use the time to create a content buffer and get back in the swing of things. Once I do I'll be sure to set up a new side blog to share my work on a semi regular basis again and hopefully when I do I can start bringing in some income in the form of merch as well as potential adopts so if you'd be interested in receiving some prints and/or characters from me then be sure to be on look out for that as well as a couple of secret projects I'm hoping to start production for in the coming months hue hue 😉 Until then however you can at the very least expect to start seeing some written martial from me throughout the course of this year starting with my contribution for Kat's Secret Santa event come Valentines Day so be sure to keep an eye on my Rainburst Studios tag in the near future and be sure to follow me on my new A03 for updates! (Just a heads up that I'll be changing my user back to Spiritofrainbursts on there come Wednesday as I changed my mind last minute lol Also I lied you'll technically be seeing a fic from me before Valentines Day even if it's a reupload of an older one shot I never got a chance to finish, and never will or at least as is, for archival purposes.)

Welp that's all from me folks so if you have any questions feel free to send them my way via the inbox otherwise 🎶 SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT 🎶 cause this girl needs some 🎶 SLEEEPP 🎶 (Yes that was an MCR joke. Deal with it cause I've gotten deep into their music as of late and intend to start making a crap ton of jokes based off their songs alongside some other rock bands and/or rock music I enjoy such as Crush 40 or Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas.)

[sordidmusings]

Tender Love and Care - Hair Care (Buggy x amab!Reader

Art by ijessbest on Twitter (refusing new name still) I believe they also have a tumblr by the same name!

A/N: Sorry I took so long to post this and thank you for your patience! I had thought I put it up earlier but noticed that wasn't true while doing some organizing. The differences are pretty subtle but I hope they are meaningful for your immersion and help you feel seen! If there's something I can do better (I am cis fem so I'm sure there's much my experience has me missing about yours) please let me know! I'd like to help y'all get your escapism too 🤍

From the original a/n - "Ah yes, another 'taking care of Buggy's head' fic to take up space on the internet. Just gotta indulge in giving this man some tlc. Did I write four thousand words of simping for the cringefail pirate clown's hair? Yes. And I'd do it again >:p"

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: masculine leaning amab!reader (no pronouns or gendered titles), Lots of Feelings, yearning, possibly angst?, probably hurt/comfort?, waxing very poetic, Buggy being a prickly bitch who doesn't know how to receive affection, Buggy also being a delusional bitch who immediately latches on to that affection

afab!Version

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“Touch the makeup and I’ll bite your fingers off!”

“I’m quaking.”

“...I’ll spit in your face.” His eyes narrowed while you blanched. “I’ve got damn good aim too so you better watch those big ol’ eyes.” Almost a compliment? Progress.

“To save us both from catastrophe, I’ll let you keep your grease-face,” you promised. After a few more seconds of giving you the stink eye (really, you should be taking notes because his form is exemplary), Buggy finally settled back into your hold. His stubble scratched lightly at your palms and you allowed your thumbs a scant few passes from his cheek bones to the back of his jaw. That was easy enough to play off as mindless movements while you examined him for the coming wash. Hopefully.  You were at least putting in the effort to keep the affection in your chest from blooming into a wide smile on your face, lest he begin spitting like a wet cat again.

After placing him down on your clothes chest, you began gathering together the things you’d need to clean him up. You had already prepared a large basin of steaming water before you had grabbed Buggy from Zoro for your night shift with him. If he had truly protested against you then you’d just have extra water to spoil yourself with for your nightly routine. What a loss. While you flitted around grabbing a cup, a pile of towels, and care products, Buggy took to commenting about whatever his eyes fell on around your room. Your half-assed replies did nothing to discourage his gentle roast of your safe space. He only shut up when you picked him back up and brought him over to the basin.

You were taken by surprise when you took off his bandana.  You had guessed that his hair was thick from the pieces that framed his face, but you hadn’t expected long locks to be wrapped up in there. They slipped and fell down like silk despite being in clear need of a wash, and you started to become a bit excited to see how they would come to shine under your care.

“What’s wrong with you? Never seen hair before?” There was a bit more bite to him all of a sudden and it hit you that he may be self-conscious from your staring.

“Never seen yours before, duh,” you teased. “You should wear your hair out as a power move against all the scrangly ass men in these waters.”

Buggy took a blank-faced moment to process your words. Probably weighing your sincerity against the backlog of insults he’s heard in his life. Unfortunately, one joking compliment never stood a chance.

“Whatever, just do your job.” His bitter tone made you keep your mouth shut and drop the topic. For now.

Seeing how he had a lot more hair than anticipated, you got up again to grab yet another towel so that you could use it as a cushion. Finally settled, you grabbed Buggy in one hand, the cup in the other, and got to work. You had laid a small board across the basin so you could rest Buggy on it instead of having to hold him up the whole time. You may have gotten strong in this life, but you were not masochistic enough to try holding him up throughout this process. You made sure to be extra gentle when you put him to rest on the back of his head, mindful that the hard plank wasn’t the most comfortable.

Wetting his hairline was taking longer than you thought. The soft noises from the pouring water hitting his scalp and trickling through his hair into the basin below felt loud in the stillness of the room. Everything had a languid air like you could breathe freely without thought or time to measure the passing of each exhale. Wanting to check in, you looked down from your task and into Buggy’s face. Despite all his past showboating, Buggy was having difficulty keeping his gaze anywhere near your face.  You decided to take pity on him in his discomfort but not too much. “So how’d you get your damn good aim?”

Silence.

You’re beginning to think that him looking at you like you’re stupid is his comfort zone.

“You know, that ‘damn good aim’ that makes my ‘big ol’ eyes’ easy targets?” you supplied.  At first, you thought he would roll his eyes and make more digs at you, but he finally caught you off guard.

“It’s a trade secret,” he said with a growing smile and a glint in his eyes. His face grew even more pleased when you smiled mischievously back at him.

“Clown trade?”

He hummed out an affirmative. You saturated the last of his hair at the front and sides and now needed to dunk the rest in the basin. The sheer amount of long blue locks that this pretty, pretty man had may cause it to overflow, but you supposed that’s just a workplace hazard when becoming a glamor clown’s hairdresser. You paused in lowering him to look around quite dramatically (squinty eyes, pursed lips, and all) before leaning slightly closer to stage whisper, “You can tell me; I ain’t no snitch.”

You barely caught the laugh that he choked short in order to keep up his serious facade. He let his eyes wander the room to double check your surveying and pretended to be in thought. He let out a heaving sigh and said, “Okay, okay, but you have to lean in close. Can’t have this getting out.”

Ever obliging, you turned your head and leaned until you felt his warm breath on your skin and the roundness of his nose tickling to top of your ear. You were thankful he couldn’t see the little shiver down your spine or the goosebumps spreading down your neck. He was thankful you couldn’t see him close his eyes to savor the scent of your aftershave. All was still for a few breaths too long.

“The secret?” you prompted, thinking he was waiting for your urging or that he was just trying to make you squirm. You didn’t see his eyes flutter open while he forced thoughts other than your closeness back into that head of his. Okay, he really needed to do something to reel himself back in and get some control of the situation.  Easier said than done when he’s only a head.

You felt as much as you heard him take a deliberate inhale… only for a loud raspberry to be blown right next to your ear.

Nearly dropping him in shock, you quickly pulled your head back and held him at arm’s length like a misbehaved puppy. Through his canting cackles, Buggy met your wide eyes with a proud grin. It didn’t even need the help of his makeup to split his face. Damn, you could stare at that forever. He had just the prettiest eyes you think you’d ever seen. The way they shifted color under the low lights and sparkled with his smile had you feeling entranced. It had the same commanding presence and addicting warmth as flames with their own swirling colors and sparking embers. You thought your poetic idioms for him would always center around the sea, especially for his blue-green eyes, but here we are.

The corner of his smile started to twitch downward under your stare until wild and cheerful laughter burst from your lips. They were the kind to shake your shoulders and scrunch your cheeks up into your eyes and he’s now certain that he has fucked right up. Buggy felt alarms blaring in his mind as he took in your joy and was certain he would make an absolute fool of himself in any and all ways possible to keep getting hits of it. Between your settling chuckles, you managed to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring that wisdom with me to my grave.”

Readjusting your grip, you moved forward and dunked the back of Buggy’s head fully into the water. He sighed out at the sensation, but he fully melted when one of your hands went to support the back of his skull and the other flowed through his tresses to make sure all of them were wet. You let yourself take your time, both to make sure you were thorough and to indulge yourself in the comfort of the moment. A tenderness spread through you when you saw that this was also indulging Buggy. His breath was slow and steady, and his eyes were resting closed to better focus on the sensations coming to him. You truly were a people pleaser at heart and seeing someone so bedraggled and affection-starved accept your care made your heart and head feel fuzzy.

You slowly leaned him more upright and used your other hand to wipe out some of the excess water. Buggy felt you shuffling around, and his eyes opened to see what you were up to. After you moved him to rest on the flat bottom of his neck on top of the softest towel that he’s felt in ages, he realized that you went through the trouble to try to make even that wooden board comfortable for his sake. He was starting to feel even more uncertain and out of his element.

Careful fingers carded through and spread out his hair behind him while an equally careful gaze watched over their work. After lathering your hands with a shampoo bar scented by vanilla and spices, you set to work giving him the scalp massage of a lifetime.

While focusing on doing the best job possible and maybe also the beautiful color of his hair was keeping you from thinking about anything else, Buggy had no such luxury. He had nothing to direct his nervous energy at - didn’t even have fingers to fidget with! - so he closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral. Everyone enjoys a good scalp massage or at least some kind of pampering so it wouldn’t have been weird for him to visibly enjoy it, but something watery and vulnerable was pressing at his throat under your tender care. His mind and body (well… head) were at odds. While his train of thought spun every which way only to be tethered back to the word ‘why’, his muscles melted until they were soft and pleasantly limp. Has his brow ever been so smooth? His jaw so loose? His lips so softly set? Oh God, you must have noticed the stubborn stiffness in his neck because your fingers abandoned his hair to firmly rub from the base of his skull to where he met the towel and that was truly his undoing.

With a rumbly hum, Buggy finally gave in to temptation and tied his mind to your movements. He let himself imagine affection there - imagine that this was special and just for him. You’ve never tended to anyone else like this. You offered because you simply had to know what his hair felt like. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted it much more than you ever wanted to touch anyone else. If he opened his eyes and looked up at yours, he would see them pouring with love, just like your hands were, and you would look sweetly down at him with your gorgeous eyes and handsome smile and say lovely things and you’d love him-

You’d love him.

Fuck.

You noticed Buggy suddenly flinch under your hands and you tensed up.

“Are you okay? Did I snag your hair?” You hadn’t felt anything tug but you supposed you could’ve missed it.

Buggy cleared his throat before stiffly responding, “No. Keep going.”

Something thick in his tone caught your attention and you looked to see his expression was tense instead of the blissed out one you had admired not too long ago. That won’t do. You went back to the tried and true pressure points on the scalp that you knew from experience eased anyone up. Checking his face again, you noticed it was more relaxed but still too guarded for your tastes. Deciding he must be getting antsy, you switched to working the shampoo down his hair after getting a touch more product on your hands. The time it took to get it properly sudsed and rinsed was calm, despite the fact that there was some undercurrent to the air that felt charged. Maybe it was just from seeing the talkative and bratty clown be so subdued. As you began spreading conditioner through his hair, you decided that it was time to engage him again.

“This bar is my favorite; nothing makes my hair softer,” you said. Already, his hair was relaxing to glide even more smoothly between your fingers. You weren’t ready to give the feeling up, so you spent the entire time that the conditioner was setting to run your fingers through his hair.

Buggy couldn’t do anything at the moment to judge your claim, but the smell alone made him understand why it was your favorite. It matched that of the shampoo bar, but the richer ingredients in the conditioner highlighted the comforting tones of the vanilla and the sensuality of warm spices and wood. He relished in it on every inhale, hoping to unravel and memorize its every undertone. Was that a touch of amber in there? A little pink peppercorn? Maybe some incense and oud at the base? Buggy suddenly felt ridiculous. He was never one to give much thought to fancy perfumes, yet here he was trying to dissect your scent like a sommelier tasting a new wine. 

You made quick work of rinsing his hair this final time and gently pushing and squeezing any excess water out. You set Buggy back on a towel, this time one that was spread on the floor. It was the one that you had just been sitting on. Buggy was embarrassed that he noticed and enjoyed the fact that he could still feel your body heat on it.

“How many of those things do you have?” Buggy scoffed as you pulled yet another towel over to dry his hair. You flicked his forehead in warning against further sass.

“You can never have too many. It’s something that you use daily and they come in handy during emergencies,” you explained.

“Oh yeah like what?”

“Well, I was thinking of situations like having to soak up a spill or blood, but the state of your hair definitely qualifies.”

The outburst was immediate.

“I KNEW YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF ME YOU DAMN LIAR! HOW DA-”

Good thing you were prepared for this and stuffed some of yet another towel into his screaming mouth. He bit down on it harshly and glared at you with all his might. Snarls and grumbles still made their way through the cloth, letting you know just how displeased he was. You were a little shocked to find that despite being gagged and despite just being a head that his glare still actually intimidated you. The time spent with the crew treating him like a harmless little pest had helped you forget that, when push came to shove, he could back up his talk with violence.

The brief glimpse of fear in your eyes gave him a twinge of satisfaction but mostly felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected. Wasn’t this what he wanted? 

When you reached back out to continue drying his hair, you were more tentative than he had ever seen you and his mood dropped even further. Even with your caution, the way that you moved the towel over his hair and gently squeezed more water out of it was filled with care. The whole thing felt very foreign to him. Buggy usually rubbed his towel through his hair chaotically like the more forceful he was the sooner he could get done with the bothersome task. You were working over him like any undue force would be an insult. Like he was something precious. That watery feeling started pressing on him again.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you started quietly. “I just meant to poke fun, not make you actually feel insulted.” After a few more soft pats with the towel, you slowly removed his makeshift gag. He took a moment to wiggle around his jaw and get the dry feeling out of his mouth.

“Yeah, well good job, dumbass,” he bit. You winced at the hurt in his tone. “Just finish up.”

You took a moment to recenter yourself while you grabbed your comb and brush. This was not how you wanted this to go. One wrong comment had sent this whole interaction spiraling and it made you sad. Sensitivity like that was usually built up from years of feeling the same hurts over and over again, and you didn’t ever want to be someone to aggravate an already festering wound, especially not on someone who you genuinely enjoyed. Not on someone who you were increasingly craving affection from. This needed to be fixed. Steeling yourself for the resistance you were about to meet, you began combing the ends of his hair and spoke, “The blue color is pretty.”

He ignored you. As expected.

“It was one of the first things I noticed about you.” He still wouldn’t even glance up at you. “Also how it brings out the color of your eyes.”

He snorted dismissively in a way that very clearly told you he wasn’t believing a word you said. Also expected. You’re just going to have to soldier on until this eventually worked… maybe worked… hopefully worked?

Just as in the rest of the process, you were slow and thorough when combing his hair. You murmured compliments to him about how soft it is; how thick and how beautiful. By the time that you had switched to using your brush, he was showing signs of being worn down by your flattery. His face was more relaxed and he let himself look around instead of trying to burn a hole through the floor. All you could focus on, though, was how downcast and tired his eyes looked.

“Alright, I’m all finished up,” you told him. “I’m going to put you in the hammock for a minute while I get ready for bed.”

After placing him in the middle of your bedding, you disappeared behind a dressing screen. The routine of bathing  yourself with a washcloth and bowl of soapy water eased you. Since you had taken so much time tending to Buggy, the last bowl of fresh water had become lukewarm. Despite this, the final wipe down had you feeling refreshed and ready to jump into bed. It was no soak in the tub, but still left you feeling much better after a long day of helping work around the ship.

You had set about your routine briskly so that you didn’t leave Buggy waiting too long. Little did you know, he didn’t mind the time of having nothing to do besides enjoy the soft blankets you curled up in every night. He was trying to soak it in before you inevitably put him back down on the floor. If the night had taught him anything, you’d at least put him on one of those fluffy towels instead of throwing him back in the bag like the others did.

You came over to him on the hammock and he admired how you looked, now clean and fresh. His eyes poured over your shirtless chest and the thin sleep pants moving around the shape of your legs. When you picked him back up, your face and body language were as placid as he had ever seen them and he was surprised at how content that made him feel. He readied himself to be moved away, left cold and forgotten, but he was astonished when you plopped yourself in your bedding instead with him still in your hands. The shock must have shown on his face because you chuckled at him and gave him a bright smile. Even with the bumpy road that the night had been, your smile made him soft and content. He was realizing with more and more resignation that your smile and laugh would let you get away with anything when it came to him.

“So no floor? Trying to bribe me with favors?” His voice was mostly back to that sarcastic lilt you’ve come to adore.

Content that he was feeling better, you answered, “Nah, just using you so I can have a teddy bear. Haven’t had a good one in ages.”

Making good on that promise, you made sure that he was securely nestled into your neck and shoulder. You used both of your arms to cradle him there and both hands to continue your worship of his hair. It was just barely damp and the coolness felt nice on your hands, especially in contrast to the cozy heat emanating from his head. His long eyelashes tickled at your neck every time he blinked, just like the light scruff on his jaw teased at the skin on your chest. His big nose felt cozy rested on your clavicle, and you had to resist the urge to reach down and trail your fingers on it. A giddy and victorious feeling flushed through you when you felt him close his eyes a final time and sink into your embrace.

Buggy should have known that he was doomed from the start. He was having a hell of a time trying not to moan at your fingers scratching and massaging his scalp, both during the hair care and now, when he was held in your arms. The feeling of being rested on your bare chest sent his heart racing. He couldn’t stop his little movements to nestle into you and get just that much more of your warmth and touch. If he thought that he loved the smell of you before, he was absolutely intoxicated now that he knew what it was like when it floated over the two of you while wrapped in body-warmed sheets.

He wanted to ask you why you were doing all of this, but he didn’t want to know the answer. Not right now. Right now he was going to let himself go back into that place in his head where you lo- cared about him. A place where each night he would crawl into bed with you and, no matter how the day went, you would be there to empty his mind of anything but the two of you. You’d greet him with a kiss or a laugh or an embrace and you would shine with so much joy because he’s next to you again. He’d know what your love felt like, how it felt to be under your hands, how your skin felt under his lips. All these daydreams swirling in his head started to make him sick with want, and he needed to know at least one of them. He couldn’t handle all of them staying forever in his mind.

The tiniest increase of pressure from his lips brought your attention to where they rested below your collarbone. The almost kiss was so heartbreakingly shaky and hesitant that you felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears. To reassure him, you dragged your cheek across his temple before turning to leave a deliberate kiss there. Buggy relished the contact, the satisfied sigh you let out afterward, and the gentle weight of your cheek as you snuggled back into him. Your reward came in the form of a grinning cheek pushing into you.

All his humor and posturing certainly caught your attention in the best way and even his explosive temper was something you couldn’t say turned you away. This gentleness, though, this uncertain and wounded place, had you bursting with affection and you were hoping to keep experiencing it. You’d meet it each time with steady affection until it turned into something he embodied with the same surety that he had in his beloved spotlight.

Both of you slipped more sweetly into dreams, curled up together as you were, and with more peace and ease than the years before had allowed. Neither of you would let the years to come be absent of this sweet treasure, either.

[archangeldyke-all]

hi!! this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr ever so bear with me. i know you write for sevika (which i love btw because your writing is magical) but could you possibly write something for ran? i haven’t been able to locate a single good fic about them in so long and it makes my heart hurt. they deserve so much more love than they get ☹️

it doesn’t have to be anything steamy (but i would love for it to be). you can have full creative liberty with this because i know for a fact that you’ll come up with something amazing.

if you’re not comfortable writing for ran or just don’t want to then just ignore this! :)

yessss ran needs more love!

a few things before i start: check out @abitohoney 's submit series! ran is a pretty prominent character (and in the latest part, ran and sev and reader are having a threesome EEEK!! so fucking hot.)

also, because ran has no speaking lines, and isn't even named in the show, these hc's are completely pulled out of my ass. it's just what i think they'd be like, with no contextual justification lmaooo. hopefully in season 2 we'll get to know them better!

ok here we go!

men and minors dni

first of all, i've never met someone who looks that emo/goth who isn't a total goofball. i'm convinced the most sunshiney, silly people also have the darkest, moodiest fashion taste.

so i think ran's a goofball.

always making jokes, teasing, laughing. total class clown vibes.

when they're crushing, though, they go completely silent. like, not a word.

you have no idea they're such a goofball for the longest time. you think they're all stoic and cool, but the truth is, they're just shitting themselves anytime you're around.

ran cuts their own hair. that choppy ass haircut? that's their own doing. no stylist ever gets it right.

ran's always playing pool in the show. so when you start crushing back on them, you ask them to teach you.

inside, ran is freaking out, but outside, they're cool, calm and collected.

they definitely do that thing where they stand behind you and move your arms with theirs. both of you are freaking the fuck out the entire time.

ran starts warming up to you then, though, because they realize that you're just as flustered by your closeness as they are.

it starts with little jokes and quips.

and when they get a good reaction out of you, a pretty smile and little giggle, they turn it up to a hundred.

they make a fool of themselves trying to get you to smile.

tripping over their feet in an effort to get your attention, always mumbling jokes under their breath for only you to hear, anxiously awaiting the muffled giggle that it pulls from you.

you start to suspect that they have a crush on you then. they're always trying to make you smile or laugh, and each time they do, their eyes are locked on your curved lips.

so you start flirting.

they blush profusely each and every time.

doesn't matter if you're gently touching their arm, or giving them a compliment, or looking at them for a few seconds too long, they've got the most obvious blush you've ever seen. they're obsessed with you.

you comment on it once.

"you look really fuckin' hot in that crop top y'know." you say one night, tipsy off a few drinks at the bar.

ran blushes bright red and takes a big gulp of their drink.

"and you're so cute when you blush." you add on.

ran sputters on their sip or alcohol.

from then on, they take their flirting up another notch.

always crowding against you at the pool table, helping you even though you know how to play by now.

constantly touching you, especially when they make you laugh. they'll pretend they're just leaning against you to laugh, but they don't take their hand off your shoulders afterwards.

the more time passes, and the more obvious your shared attraction gets, the bolder ran gets.

like when they make you smile, they'll reach up and gently trace their finger over the lines your smile causes to crease up in your face.

they'll press impossibly closer against you while your leaning over to play pool, practically grinding against your ass, no indication that they're flustered beside the bright red blush on their face.

and when you guys finally kiss, it goes something like this.

ran's teasing you relentlessly for a slip up you'd made, fumbling over your words at an important meeting. they're such a shit, and they're so cute as they poke at you and joke and tease, that you just have to shut them up.

so you dart forward and press your lips against theirs.

for the first time since ran's opened up to you, they're completely silent. their one visible eye is wide, and they're red as a tomato.

you giggle.

"where'd all those jokes go, tough guy?" you ask. ran blinks and gulps.

"holy shit." they whisper. you laugh and reach up to tuck their bangs behind their ear, admiring their exposed face, waiting patiently for them to get their words back. they blink at you with stars in their eyes.

and then suddenly, they're giddy and giggling, pulling you against their chest and wrapping their arms around you.

"you get that you're mine now, right?" they ask. you grin, and press another kiss to their lips.

"that's kinda what i was going for." you admit.

"nice." they say with a smirk as they swoop in to press their lips against yours again.

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[according2thelore]

That omegaverse ask about John and Dean hits every mommy Dean spot in never knew it had 😭😭😭

Do you think Dean would have (or have hints of) Mary's scent (perhaps omega too). I'd go insane over a Weirdcest scenario(s) where John reflects that his thinking abit too much of how similar Dean was to his late mother.

Like the hints of his scent, the way Dean soothe his younger brother out of tantrums or crying fits when they move again/get back from a hunt, how Dean prefers his toast buttered instead of jam, even down to his pre-heats moa-WHOOPS 😈

(I'm begging you please, please, pretty please post your tumblr snippets on A03 (if you want ofc). Scriptures like this should be shared to all who bear witness!!)

hi, anon!! thank you so much! (the post anon is referring to)

based on the poll i recently did, it looks like folks are cool with me posting them on ao3, so I'll try to do that this weekend, hopefully!

and EEE i'm so glad you're liking the mommy dean monday posts! somehow, omegaverse lends itself very well to my mommy dean agenda.

personally, i am not typically a john x dean or sam fan, so i leant away a little from that, i hope that's alright! <3 but i COMPLETELY agree that john would be weird about all of the ways dean & mary are similar, especially after dean presents.

i think dean would absolutely have bits of mary's scent, so the second john runs outside at bobby's because sam is screaming his head off, and dean's half-comatose and eight-year-old sammy is straddling and shaking him and screaming dean's name because he just passed out dad, i don't know what's wrong he smells wrong something's wrong. john catches a smell he hasn't smelled in years. it almost takes him to his knees.

before pups present, they smell pretty neutral, and like whichever parents are around. so as the boys have grown up, they stopped smelling like pack, and more just like john.

once john's picked him up and taken him upstairs, and tries to awkwardly explain to dean why his ass is leaking and he feels like his skin is about to peel off, he can tell that it's not one-to-one. mary smelled like an open field and old books and sunscreen, and something, of course, uniquely mary. dean smells like an open field, but he also smells like sunshine and motor oil and sweat. john knows he gets the heartier parts of his scent from john himself. after dean is settled with some water and a toy that john can barely touch without passing out in embarrassment, john puts 800% of his attention into calming down a hysterical sam who doesn't understand why he can't go see dean because dean smells sick. because if john even lets himself think about it for a second, he'll have to leave the house because the ghost of mary lingers in the very air.

even before dean presents, he's been reminding john of mary. he's so strong-willed, so passionate. he can also handle people like no problem. a teacher pulls john aside when he picks dean up from first grade to tell him that dean helped a kid get their lunch back from a fifth grader--unprecedented bravery when the other kid was so big.

once dean's fully presented, john sees pieces of mary everywhere in dean. dean'll scrunch his nose in annoyance, and his scent will dampen like he just threw a blanket over it. mary used to do it all the time john said something bone-headed. he hates being comforted when he's annoyed, just like she did, and dean'll leave if john tries to talk about it.

more than anything, he handles sam.

before he presented, he'd just say a few words and sam would stop mid-tantrum to fall back into dean's arms and weep. when dean's eight and sam's four, john comes back to find dean asleep, propped up against the headboard of one of the beds, sammy pressed against his side with his nose nudging dean's non-functioning scent gland. he'd come home to find mary and baby dean like that a million times, asleep on the couch while E.T. played on their little TV. down to dean's protective hand along sam's spine, the scenes are identical. john wishes he could take out his rickety old camera. but the light is too dim to take a photo, and john doesn't have any more film, regardless.

after he presents, john watches dean scent sammy every morning before school. when he first presents, he'll do a full scenting usually reserved for couples due to its intimacy, rubbing his head and neck against sam's askew hair. john lets him get away with it because it's--to be frank--really damn cute. when they're running behind, dean'll rub his wrists against sam's hair instead, and when john finally pulls dean aside and tells him that scenting sam with his neck glands is probably a no-go, dean does this full-time.

he catches dean reminding sammy to bring his item for show and tell in, while sam stands obediently in the motel doorway while dean rubs his wrists on sam's hair and neck. sam tilts his head this way and that, obediently, like he and dean have choreographed it. mary used to do it before dean would go out to play with the neighborhood kids next door, like someone would break in and steal him.

when sam has a meltdown when he's ten about having to move when he just signed up for the soccer season, dean takes sam out for a walk. john finds them outside a few hours later, having come back from their walk and sat on a bench near the lobby of the motel. sam has his face pressed into dean's neck, dean with an arm around him, petting soothingly across his forehead, through his hair, and down his side.

when dean gets injured on a hunt and john brings him back, sam, not yet presented at twelve but clearly on the verge of something, reminds john frighteningly of how he was with mary when she got in a fender bender while pregnant with dean. after the pain pills catch up to dean, and he's sleeping--patched up and safe--in bed, sam takes dean's limp wrist and rubs it over his face and neck, eyes suspiciously glassy. john has to look away.

as dean gets older, and his limbs get more willowy, john'll be caught out by just how damn much he does look like mary. he hums when he makes food on the stove, he always wipes he feet four times on the rug if it's raining outside, he prefers three spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee, he chews on the inside of his cheek when he's thinking. and his eyes. they're mary's eyes, with her eyelashes.

he knows he fails dean in a lot of ways, because he doesn't know shit about being an omega. he tries to run into omegas where he can, like pastor jim and bill harvelle, for advice.

he knows if mary were here, things would be easier. but he knows, when he watches his son chastise sammy for not zipping up his coat, and when he's disappointed in john and the skin around his eyes get tight, and when he watches dean squirrel away rare cash for sammy's birthday gift, and when he watches dean clean a gun with such precision that it sends a shiver down his spine, that dean is every ounce the omega that his mother was. and maybe twice the person either of them could be.

thank you so much for this ask!!! (and for your patience!!) i had a TON of fun thinking about it, and i loved reading your ask! <3 mwah!

-lizzy

[rulerzreachf4n7]

Fight me all you want but huntlow/lumity antis are the weakest links in the toh community,

HEAR ME OUT...

...unless you don't have ears idk block the haters

SKIP IF YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED IN SHIPS WARS IT'S HONESTLY EMBARRASSING I HAVE TO SAY THIS!!

All this slander is coming from the goldric/huntmira/lunter/guster/amiter shippers, yes that's a mouthful, and yes I'll be blocking you if you're a toxic shipper, if your not, good! except if you ship amiter, fuck off you lesbianphobic bitch, anyways back to my rant, also sorry if this comes out as insensitive, rude, or if I sound over dramatic I just really hate these types of people

If I had a dime for every toxic shipper I've encountered since I first came into the toh community...BITCH ID BE RICH CAUSE SOME OF Y'ALL ARE WILD ASF 😭🙏, this is based off of a rant I got below this post so yeah credits to anon it was very helpful pookie

Y'all toxic ass shippers will go FUCKING PARAGRAPH LENGTHS TO DEFEND YOUR SHITTY SHIPS, and this is targated twords lunter and goldric, again, if you're not toxic this ain't for you I don't mean to offend anyone, cause tell me why there is this account on Pinterest, I ain't afraid to say their name it's something like TheGoldenCoven, or some shit like that, BROS A LUNTER FAN ACCOUNT 💀, and a toxic one too, dw I got some proof

How the fuck do you normalize the TWO MAIN COUPLE OF A SERIES??? Hunter was never intentioned to date Luz and vice versa, this is a perfect example of toxic a lunter shipper, and not only are they toxic they're...LESBIANPHOBIC!! I know it was probably from 2021 and they've moved on buuuut they did post amiter art, and they're not even a nice person although having in their bio "I'm nice you if you're nice to me" or some bullshit idk

As for toxic goldric shipper accounts I haven't seen any Pinterest or Tumblr accounts so that's good! But majority of the shippers are the most insufferable human beings on earth, their only excuse for shipping them is "they want a mlm couple and they're the same age" noting against wanting a mlm couple it'd be super nice...buy may I remind you this is post early season two...HUNTERS NAME WASN'T EVEN CONFIRMED YET 😭🙏, And let alone having only two or three minutes of screen time makes the ship have an even worse reputation, and the shippers are just bitchy and biphobic, always complaining that Hunter should be canonically gay instead of literally anything else so he can be shipped with only Edric, and I know huntmira shippers exist but I've actually never had an interaction with one, hopefully they aren't too bad

Y'all will come out withe the stupidest excuses not to ship huntlow/lumity, also sorry I got off track 😭😭, for lumity, don't know how it exists, but it's either "it's abusive" or "it's toxic" brother ew 💀, name one way Luz or Amity have hurt each other and DO NOT say it's by how Luz always makes stuff mess even though it's literally apart of her personality or by how she didn't wanna tell her about the portal door in S2 or how she accidentally helped Philip/Belos, I'll wait 😊, and I see the point of how Amity's personality downgraded to only being Luz's gf but she still did have her family problems but I guess they just didn't wanna make it an episode, I mean we got Clouds on the horizon that counts ig?

And for huntlow I keep hearing the same shit "I-Its a crack ship, I-Its forced, t-they have no chemistry 🥺🥺🥺" yeah I can see your toxic ass shipping a 12 and 16 year old together don't think you're slick bitch, and just because huntlow was rushed doesn't mean it's necessarily bad, you don't know if Dana had intentions on it but because of the cancellation it was forced to be rush, and I'm sorry to y'all hearing the shortened s3 excuse but it's true since there's literally no other explanation, also don't come into the comments saying "B-But you don't know that!!🥺🥺" it's just speculation my brother in Christ 😭🙏, merely a theory put together with brain cells which almost everyone in this community doesn't have, another weird double standard is how everyone ships gustholomule and veesha even though there's very little evidence it'll be canon was supposed to be canon but since it's a more noticeable and popular ship no one bats an eye for some reasons even though huntlow is too a popular ship, but these are the more bigger ones so I'll more obscure like cameda or aladarius which where probably never meant to happen and totally fandom operated

Anyways that's all, I'll block haters/toxic shippers in the comments so don't think you'll get a reaction outta me with some half baked and barely thought through argument you found in a Reddit post

[olderthannetfic]

Hope it's okay to ask here, I love your blog and how you give clear, concise answers to questions without assuming bad faith so hopefully it's ok to throw my own "warning tag" question in here, TIA for the answer! So, childhood friends-to-lovers is like one of my favourite romance tropes to write in fanfic. I've done a LOT of ships with that, but I've never actually written anything more uh...spicy, shall we say. Until after the ship were both adults. I was raised Extremely Fundie and wasn't very sex positive for a LONG time as a result but now that I'm older & out of that environment I've grown a lot. So because of religious upbringing I just avoided writing smut before both characters were 18 "to be safe". In a recent new fandom I'm in I have a character who I feel like very much WOULD have explored her sexuality before she turned 18. The partner in this context is her childhood friend so they grew up together and are probably at most like 3 years apart, if that. So my question is, would I tag that as Underage because, even tho they're close together in age (ie. both "minors" in that sense) they ARE Underage or is the Underage tag on AO3 solely for Adult/Minor ships? (not judging writers of Adult/Minor pairings either, I'll add. It's just not my scene and I don't want to give people the wrong impression in the tags, either way around, whenever I inevitably write & post their First Time fic, yk?) -🌸 (hope its okay to tag this so I can maybe find it later? I don't wanna ask this off anon in case I get blasted by That(tm) side of fandom at large who might see my username and then come into my DMs/inbox to scream "P*do!!" at me, but I DO wanna be able to see the answer when it comes up, esp if I am not on tumblr the day that it does haha)

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Ah. You're still thinking about that tag in a more cultural sense, but that's not what it's for. If you dig through the FAQs and such, the explanation is in there somewhere, but to summarize, it refers to:

On page depictions of sexual activity including at least one character under 18.

(So if they just kiss or you just say she had sex but you don't show intercourse, oral, etc. on the actual page, it doesn't count.)

AO3's underage tag is actually to protect users who live in jurisdictions where <18 sexytimes are banned from art or banned unless there's ~artistic merit~ or whatever. Around the time AO3 was starting up was when Australia was having a big upheaval over such things, so it was on people's minds in the Anglosphere.

Whether the sex is problematique or age gap or whatever doesn't matter. The actual age of consent or laws around sex in the real world location these characters are in, if any, does not matter. Your 17-year-old UK characters fucking still need the warning or CNTW even though that's laughable in context. 18 tends to be the age most used in international law for... like... porn star ages and such, so 18 is what AO3 went with. Never mind that it's not necessarily the age of majority or that age of consent laws can depend on partner age, etc. etc.

Unlike noncon/graphic violence/character death, this warning isn't there primarily because readers find the topic squicky.

It's a legal ass-covering thing.

[bills-pokedex]

To whom it may concern (Bebe and Cassius):

I'm sure we'll all well aware of the current event surrounding a certain Unovan(?) entrepreneur who stylizes himself as a genius. It is therefore unnecessary to show me news about his latest "innovative endeavors" for the express purpose of "watching [me], an inventor, age about ten years every time."

So to get it out of the way for the thirteenth and hopefully final time:

Yes, I'm aware.

No, I don't know how he got a stainless steel tank, a rocket cobbled together from spare parts, a self-driving car that occasionally ignites into a ball of flames while trapping its driver in thanks to multiple design flaws, or the brain chip past an ethics committee.

Yes, I am "salty" that I made one mistake with one of my inventions, and now I'm constantly scrutinized by the Pokémon Cutting-Edge Technology Research Institute's ethics committee.

No, I do not want the brain chip.

Yes, I want to study the brain chip.

The fifth point is out of morbid curiosity as to how it got past an ethics committee, not respect.

Hopefully, this clears things up.

Best, Bill

-

{From the Mun:

I found this in the drafts, and I thought it would be hilarious to bring this out and tack on an update post while I'm at it.

But the biggest thing is, I'm . . . actually leaving Tumblr. Now, the main reason for that is my main got super borked up. I've been told by my followers over there it's not shadowbanning, but I'm pretty sure it's random-ass shadowbanning. I cannot receive asks, I can't tag people, I don't have DMs, and I don't show up in notes. As for why, I can't fathom. For the most part, I've kept my nose pretty clean on that account, other than that one time somebody in the writeblr community kinda lost it and tried to use a bunch of random people as a scapegoat for drama reasons. Yeah, idk.

Anyway, the point is, I've submitted a ticket a few months ago and then . . . never heard back. And honestly, for personal reasons, I'm not really inclined on remaking.

Personal reasons being I'm gunning for writing an actual book, as you might know from my last-ish post? Like, non-Pokémon book. Though I'll admit some bits might be familiar to those of you who've hung around the blog for a while. Here's a hint: take powerverse, gender swap it, role swap it, and then stick it into FFXIV and add more steampunk. It's been cooking for the past year you haven't seen me, and I'm aiming to start pitching it to agents by the end of the year. If you'd like to follow along, if you're also a writer who would like to make more writing friends, or if you just like my writing for some reason and want to keep up with me, you can find me at jaxwolffwrites on both Bluesky and Twitter. Bsky moreso, but you'll get progress on this project on either of those other platforms.

Now, I will say this: just to be fair, I'm doing three things:

Closing the askbox. Admittedly, if you've been sending me asks for the past three months, I haven't seen them anyway. Sooooo I probably should've done that ages ago. Sorry about that.

Answering any ask I've saved to the drafts. Any ask. Please note that I don't know if the borking I've described above extends to this blog as well, so Bill won't be replying to replies or reblogs/tags. Apologies for that in advance. There are 49 posts in the drafts, and these will come out fairly slowly as I continue to keep up with my writing schedule on the other project.

Leaving this blog up as an archive. Assuming Tumblr doesn't nuke the main and the backup account that was created in an effort to avoid total nuking, and assuming Tumblr doesn't nuke this blog itself, I really want to leave this up so you can enjoy this pretty much forever onward. You all are the reason why this blog has gone on for so long, and I want to preserve this blog as a thank you for following me for so long.

So yes, after I clear the drafts, you'll likely see one last farewell from Bill and Lanette, and then that will be that. To everyone who's followed, thank you so much for following and supporting this blog over the years. As many ups and downs as running this had, I still look back on every moment as one fun adventure.

So thank you, and take care.}

[ruthlesslistener]

Wow I'm new here, what happened with you and the hk fandom on Tumblr?? You are so cool what ...;;;.;.; You don't have to answer this of course, I'm just curious :(

Oh it really wasn't the HK fandom in general, more a few select people I think- probably 2-3 at most. Basically, I got semi-popular in the HK fandom for both ficwriting and my frequent headcanons/lore analysis essays, or at least popular enough for people to start thinking of me as such. Around the summer of 2023 or so, I got an ask that had something to do with the concept of Ghost as an adult trapped in a child's body which I said was kinda weird and sus, bc at the time the only exposure I had to the concept was from shitty porn art; pretty much everyone I spoke to previously worked off the concept of Ghost being mentally a child, in a child's body. Well, whoever sent that anon got really upset at me for 'labeling them a pedophile'- even though I didn't say that, I just thought it was fuckin weird- and the whole thing, as you imagine, quickly dissolved into a shitshow that I honestly still really don't understand.

I'd get constant anon messages from this one person about how I ruined their life and opened them up to bullying and harassment because people looked up to me, and even if it was never my intention, it was still my fault bc I was popular and needed to know that I had power over what other people thought/needed to be held accountable for that power. I also got anons from a supposedly different person who said that they hated how I conflated my headcanons with canon and how I came off as a really rude, pushy person, which only got worse bc, well, I have a pretty shitty temper and a bad habit of not letting things go- which resulted in said people claiming that I had a victim complex, and, when I apologized for that and explained that the reason why I tend to be so defensive was bc I grew up in an abusive home, told me that I was just as awful as my father. I turned off anon asks for like, 6 months and then when I reopened them I instantly got a message from them talking about how awful I was and how I was just another popular kid who wanted to tear people apart for clout.

As you can imagine, that really upset me, bc I'm an autistic introvert with paranoia issues who has basically no concept of what people think of me, nor any desire to become popular; social status doesn't mean shit, I don't want people to look at me just my posts, etc etc. I just come onto my tumblr blog to infodump, and my interactions with fandom are more about me just releasing stuff into the wild to categorize them, hopefully gain some fun interaction with like-minded people (I don't know how to initiate conversations and one-on-one DMs often scare me). I'm also one of those autistics who struggle hard with using tone tags/hates misinformation and will try to correct it en loop without realizing people are saying shit just to provoke me (the sharks are smooth thing is something i hate SO MUCH because its NOT TRUE and i DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY SAYING LIES IS FUNNY) and me growing up socially isolated in an environment where anything and everything seemed to provoke a screaming match kinda didn't help with figuring out how to diffuse situations. So from my pov, I fucked up and said something out of ignorance, got defensive, realized I got defensive and was being an ass and apologized, but it just didn't stop. Highly triggering, pretty upsetting scenario. Doesn't help that the concept of 'adult mind trapped in infant body' is one of the very few horror things that give me the ick due to aforementioned abuse reasons, so I couldn't exactly pretend to be sympathetic towards that headcanon either

(and yes, me pointing this out resulted in them claiming that i was using my disability as an excuse, rather than pointing out the legitimate role it had in me not knowing what the fuck i was doing wrong in the situation)

It hasn't killed my love for the game or my desire to write fic for it (I've just been obsessed with Destiny/my Destiny ocs since I started playing DnDestiny with friends, but even though it's on the backburner for now I can still feel the special interest there, lurking underneath), but it's fullheartedly destroyed my desire to write/post longform essays, headcanons, or lore explanations, because I just feel like I'm coming off as an insufferable know-it-all who's trying to correct everyone in my path. I came pretty damn close to just deleting my blog bc the thought of being a popular blogger with unknown influence on other people's behavior gave me panic attacks- and am honestly still pretty tempted sometimes- but the amount of TERFs I would have to block and tags I would have to filter is what kept me from doing it. I just stick to Discord for my infodumps now, pretty much.

So yeah, that's what happened. Again, logically I know that it was probably only a few people at most, but bc it was on anon, I couldn't tell. You'll probably be able to find the whole fiasco on my blog somewhere if you look, I didn't delete it because I didn't want to seem like I was trying to cover up how much of an ass I was being. Judge it for yourself as you will.

[thefringespod]

Doing something different for #AudioDramaSunday this week because I was very busy and the only thing I listened to was the new @woebegonepod episode (COWBOYIFITAYTION!) So we're taking a page out of @audistorium 's book and shouting out some of the lovely people in this space

Starting with the man, the myth, the Lemon himself, Landon Lemon Whisnant who is just a beacon of light and supportiveness and talent. Everything he does is fantastic (check out @thefinderskeeperpod ! He and @madd-vo kick ass!) I feel incredibly lucky to know and ve friends with him

Of course we're gonna talk about @totcoc0a in this thread. Tot is kind and funny and would go to battle for her friends in a heartbeat. They are endlessly talented and getting to work with them is a gift. There isn't much I *haven't* said about Tot already because I adore her

And can't talk Tot without talking @taytayheyhey who is another incredibly kind and talented person I'm so lucky to be friends with. I got to meet him in person this week and it was a highlight of my year. Tay is incredible to work with and be friends with. I love him dearly

Tay is also the one who introduced me to @doomedbythenarrativ who is wonderful and amazing and so fucking talented. Everything they do just bursts with this incredible energy, from their voice acting to singing to art. Getting to be her friend is also a gift, I adore her so much

@louis-dc is my brother in every way that matters. I love him dearly, he's talented and kind and amazing and commits to the bit so hard. If you've never gotten to work with Louis, you need to snap him up for a show he's incredible as a VA and as a director (and as a friend)

@kit-n-kboodl sent me a discord dm asking to be friends and I have been pack bonded to him ever since. Not only will Kit hype you up, he'll help you destroy your enemies. He's an amazing artist, a superb writer, a fantastic VA, and a wonderful friend. Everyone needs a Kit <3

@delaylays is one of the coolest people that I've ever met in my life. They make an incredible show that does so much emotional damage to me, they're funny and fun to talk to, they would also do battle for their friends. I know I keep saying I'm lucky to know folks, but its TRUE

@athansmusic doesn't check tumblr much which means I can say nice things about him without him knowing hehehe. Talented doesn't begin to describe Athan. Idk how he does what he does because it's literal magic happening right before our eyes. He's chaotic and amazing

This thread is very long but I would be remiss if I didn't mention CL Hendry ( @ethicstownpod ) and Cai Gwilym Pritchard ( @chainofbeing ), two of the first people I got to know in this space. They have been endlessly supportive and are also so fucking talented. Knowing them is a gift and I thank the universe for it

I should hopefully be getting caught up on podcasts this week because gods I miss listening to my lil stories. Until then, thank YOU for supporting our show! Season 3 will be coming in the early fall and I'm so excited for yall to experience it

[lord-rodentia]

[Info outdated, The project is Metroid stuff only now :(]

Anyways Hi, I drop off some stuff.

Particularly Become the Hunted stuff, this is the only project I will ever have games crossed together until otherwise noted. Also the time where my biggest HCs come out 👍

Release? Hopefully after Prime 4 just to avoid messing up on all the Metroid stuff.

We don't question the two random ass characters, they'll be explained way later in a whole separate project they appear in.

MAJOR IMPORTANT, I'VE ONLY PLAYED A DEMO OF STARFOX64 SO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA ON HOW FOX ACTUALLY IS SO BEAR WITH ME IF THERE'S SO MANY MISTAKES. I PROMISE ON MY LIFE I WILL PLAY MORE STARFOX FOR THIS! SAME GOES TO PIKMIN BUT I'M A BROKE ASS SO I'LL JUST RESEARCH IT.

There was an Easter egg but I guess tumblr compression ate it.

And a shitpost in relation to project I guess???

My usual rendering doesn't like the image so you get Gaussian blur instead of smudge tool.

It's almost 5am.

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Pinned Post / Introduction

👋Hello!! Welcome to my MAU (Multiverse AU), like my other MAU this is an Undertale Multiverse AU where instead of everyone killing each other or having issues they instead all get fucking high off their asses either occasionally or forever *cough* Error & Ink *cough*

(Click/Tap on dividers for post credits!)

(Click/Tap read more for more info) | (Click/Tap here for update log) | (TW/CW's)

Background of blog / Mini Q&A

My name's Inkyu (or Ink), I created this blog after seeing a certain Error-esc ask blog on tumblr and it being a "what if" situation and I thought "what if Error was forever high?" (there's a stupid ass shit backstory I made for it too) and then it snowballed from there, I do have an ending and certain events planned out for the ask blog but majority of the story and what happens in between the events all depend on your asks!

Please be patient with your asks! I go from oldest to newest and sometimes do multiple posts to avoid hiatus's, There will be character ask hiatus's in case I need to work on something for them or they're out of commission, but overall I'll try not to go on a story blog hiatus, so hopefully I won't have to.

If you have any non blog related questions make sure to clarify with "Not a blog question" and then ask <3

Q: Can I dub your comics/ask blogs?

A: Yes you may, but make sure to link back to my main account and blog that you're dubbing from ^_^

Q: Can I make a blog inspired off of/au off of/split timeline off off this blog(or other)

A: Sure IDC, but if it's a split timeline/AU of an AU make sure to give credit back to the blog you're building off off.

A2: If it's a blog similar/inspired off of my blogs but has nothing to do with them you don't really have to link back or say you were inspired off of it, it's up to you if you want to or not

Q: Can I add headcanons to the characters?

A: None of the characters belong to me so pop off monarch, however once I make/post more OC oriented blogs I'll actually answer this question

Q: Can add this MAU to my own MAU? (for any reason)

A: Honestly go ahead, I love MAU/AU's/AT's mixing together! XP

Rules For Asks / Character Conditions!

There's no blacklist for asks, although there is one person I don't want interacting with me (you know who you are.) so I won't list one, but if there are askers being dick heads or.... w e i r d I will turn anon off.

You can also ask pretty much anything really even asking relationship status, I also don't care if you spam ask but just know that if you do that I'll only answer a few and move onto other asks and then come back

❌No Pro/Com/Darkship Asks. (Immediate block/If constant on anon I'm switching anon off) (Also DNI please if you're any of these, thank you ^_^;)

❌I'm not doing constant OC asks, some OC's will be available for asks but they're not the main focus (preferable two (Biscuit and Starfruit will be here)) (I think Dream, Ink, and Error are the main focuses right now)

- You can also ask to have your OC in a BG if you want!! IDM!!! (although no guarantee)

TBA? (we'll see...)

Character Conditions!

Sober

🌟Dream

🌟Swap (Recovering)

🌟Bill (Enabler)

🌟Lust (Recovering) (Takes anti-depressions)

Unsober/High/Drunk

🌙 Nightmare (Opioids / Pain Killers)

🌙Horror (Pot and maybe some more)

🌙Error (Forever weed brownie)

🌙Ink (Forever weed paint)

It's complicated...

🪐Dance (Lust helps him with his drinking problem, however sometimes he relapses)

Doesn't abuse drugs/Sober

☀️Geno (Pain Killers)

☀️Fresh (Edibles or... idk just whatever (no injections, he refuses to do injections))

☀️Reaper (Honestly it's just whatever)

☀️Dust (Pot, it keeps him calm when he starts seeing shit)

Also Outer isn't really a main character here but for shiggles Outer does galaxy gas, if you wanna ask about him go ahead but just know that he isn't a major character and I don't have a lot planned for him :P

Character Credits!

Ink (Comyet) | Geno, Error & Fresh (Lover Of Piggies/Crayon Queen) | Reaper (Renrink) | Lust (AU Community) | Dance (Teandstars / Sterrenschijnsel) | Nightmare & Dream (Joku) | Horror (Sour-Apple-Studios) | Dust/Murder (Ask-Dusttale) | Killer (rahafwabas) | Bill (AU Community) | Swap (AU Community)

Main Blog / My stuff

@inkyu (Main Blog)

I'm queer (Bi, AroAce, Poly(?), and one more thing that I'd rather not share out) and I don't really use any pronouns however if for whatever reason you cannot do that/English isn't your strong suit and you have to use pronouns I.E He/Him or She/Her or They/Them then I'll understand, You can pick whatever. But I'd prefer not being referred to thank you <3

I also use tone indictors like this (jokeing) (serious) (silly) because /j /s and etc etc are hard for me to understand/remember (I am not going to continuously look something up then forget it later(I have shit memory when it comes to something I don't care about)) (except for /j i understand that well because of those /j spongebob memes I find funny), So I would appreciate it if you use it like I do (or not, just be warned your answer might not correspond with your OG tone)

And also on a note with corresponding with OG tone please, please keep in mind that even with the full word I will interpret your tone based on how you write your message, tone tags do not work as intended despite me using the full words (it's to help others who need it). And despite me being neurodivergent (AuDHD and other disorders), stuff with multiple tones will make it more confusing to base how you interpret your OG tone/wrap my head how you wanted your tone to come off so I can respond accordingly.

(you can also use TT's like this too /jokeing, /serious instead of the ()'s if you like using the /'s ^w^)

I also don't care if you tag any post as a ship as long as it's not a proship-esc or anything revolving around it. If you do it's an instant block, I have a horrible history with proshippers and I would rather ya'll not interact if you are one (that includes profics). (Not Threatening / Serious) ((and also cuz I find proshipping gross which also adds to horrible history))

[mysteriaqueen]

i am writtiiiiing

agaiiiiiin

this time it's for my detroit fic. hopefully this doesn't take long bc my dumb ass hasn't updated since last year >w<

anyways new chapter coming soon.

ALSO ALSO ALSO i'm gonna stop posting my shit directly to tumblr cuz lowky posting to three different places is exhausting. so it's just gonna be wattpad and ao3 now. those links are in my pinned post :3

[n4talia-chaparro]

How’d you get so good at drawing poses and backgrounds? Do you have any tips because I really like how you draw them!

Shii fr? I am the most hated person on every platform and this fandom djsnns but AHH I appreciate it !

I do have some tips (I'm bad at giving tips but hopefully this helps q.q). For me, when I started to make CU content (on Yt, WAY BEFORE I HAD TUMBLR) I had to rewatch every episode and find references for poses and backgrounds because sometimes mimicking DreamWork is not easy (yea since I'm both an artist and animator this is tough) I started practicing with the art style every day, months and years until I can make it look like the show--

It may take time but yeah it will come out well the more you practice and experiment with the art style.

My tips are erm well- take time all you need to practice and experiment, and for your mental health (in case lmao 😭)- feel free to use references or anything to experiment with art. Poses, backgrounds, designs- the more you practice with the anatomy and shii it will come out decent, doesn't have to be perfect but it's for fun if it makes you proud-

I'll give you some examples. These are my old drawings from 2023 and you can tell the background ALMOST looks like the show

And it was because I used too many references to make it canon- although the windows looks like ass it does take time to improve

Same with characters. It may take years to practice because the only way I draw is with reference cuz yea I am honest i am a dumbass LOL 😭😭

Like YOU COULD TELL THE OLD ART ALMOST MATCHED WITH THE SHOW AND SOMEHOW IT WENT FROM THAT TO THIS WHEN THE YEAR HAD PASSED. ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[nian-7]

hey, i just wanted to say that i'm sorry for the lack of posting. i've been on this account for what, almost 3 years now? but anyways, i've decided to go on a hiatus till the end of the year. why? there's a number of reasons. if you're interested you can read below but otherwise that's the basic amount that you need to know.

i don't get much interaction. this is a source of motivation for many writers and seeing many writers with active anons talking to them all the time makes me feel kind of worried that i'm just a bad writer. yeah, i understand i'm bad at communication and i don't really post stuff other than writing but it just kind of depletes my motivation knowing that nobody really takes the time to just talk to me or even just drop a nice message. i do get them once in a while but it's usually not as frequent as writers who have as big of a following as me (currently 1.1k as i write this).

motivation. i have zero to write anything on this blog. that doesn't mean i'm leaving forever or anything like that. i want to try this 2 month-ish hiatus to see if i just need a break from this blog in hopes that i'll have some sort of motivation come back to me

being simply busy. life is busy and i have a life (unfortunately). i wish i could sit here and write all day sometimes but i just can't. i have so many other things going on and so many other things i need to finish that i just can't spare any time for this blog. it is at the least of my priority list right now.

mental health. i am a very mentally unstable person. my mental state can change with just a little push and it sucks ass. it's hard to write when i'm in a depressive episode and it doesn't feel good to push out writing that i don't think is good enough just to have something put out.

again, i am not leaving this blog forever. i am simply taking a hiatus to get past this busy point in my life and hopefully gain motivation back to write again. i will still be active on tumblr, possibly talking to moots or responding to asks but that will be the extent of it. i'm not going to post any writing till next year. i know i might lose followers and that's honestly fine with me. anyways, thank you for your time and taking the time out of your day to read about my shitty rant LMAO