#i dont know that applies but since this is brand new

[aahsoka]

i think im at like $400 total for art class supplies now. at LEAST I know I will be taking more drawing and printmaking classes so the pencils and carving tools will last me a while but oof. and I still have fancy drawing/printing paper to buy 😭

[misstycloud]

[Yandere.Rich man x ballerina reader]

(I don’t actually know much about ballet so forgive me if things are incorrect!)

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Rich. Yandere who was pestered by his friend and his wife to join them at the opera house and enjoy a performance. The couple had asked him numerous times before but he’d always declined. He was a workaholic and didn’t have any other commitments, so there was no need to break his routine. Although he would never admit it to anyone- he barely does to himself- he often find himself imagining a different life; one where he had a wife to welcome him home every evening. Perhaps a few children too. There was no sound besides himself and the staff in his home, it would be so very nice to hear the noise of running feet and happy chatter echo through the empty halls.

Rich. Yandere who is lonely above all else. His family is dead and he has next to no friends- the only one he has is married and devote all his time to keep him company. He knows that he doesn’t have the best track-record of being the kindest person in the world, and he might not be the friendliest or the most out-going, still, doesn’t he deserve some love too?

Rich. Yandere who eventually give into his friends demand and goes with them to the opera. As they took their seats- the expensive and best ones, of course- his friends wife babble on about her favourite dancer. They were regulars there and had seen many performances. He simply sighed and leaned back into his seat, waiting for the show to begin. He could only hope that it’ll be somewhat enjoyable since he doesn’t like wasting his time.

Rich. Yandere who was prepared for it to be a dreadful 3 hours, rubbing his eyes and suffering from lack of blood-flow in his legs. Oh how wrong he was. Instantly his gaze zoomed into you as soon as you stepped forward from behind the curtain. You were so beautiful and you moved your body gracefully to the music. It was magical. While he knew close to nothing about ballet, he knew that the point of it were for the women to look like they’re floating, and it’s exactly what you were doing.

Rich. Yandere who is instantly enamoured with you. As someone who’s never felt love this was all a brand new experience for him. He asked his friend and his wife if they knew who you were, since they frequent the opera so much. And turns out the wife did know who you were; you were her favourite after all. Rich. Yandere was never close with her or particularly liked her even, but he had to give it to her: she has excellent taste in performers.

Rich. Yandere who starts looking up information regarding you. It’s be your name, age, background, family, where you went to school and where you live. Everything. He also begins donating a lot of money to the opera house. In a short amount of time he’s become their nr.1 funder. The managers and owners are ecstatic at the news! They ask why he’s so generous and he simply answers that he loves culture and thinks it’s important it doesn’t disappear. Then, they wonder if there is anything they can do for him return, to which he smiles in response.

“Well, I do suppose there is one dancer I would be delighted to meet in person.”

Rich. Yandere who you feel uncomfortable around. He is so strange. You were just a normal ballerina, a dancer, no better or worse than anyone before your time. That’s why you can’t fathom the interest this wealthy man has taken in you. You two came form completely different worlds! But what can you do when your bosses not-so-gently urge you to see this man alone? You dont have any other skills and can’t apply to another job if you get fired.

Rich. Yandere who is determined to make you fall for him the way he has fallen for you. He’ll take care of you, love you and protect you. You don’t have to worry about a thing. He will do anything for his love.

“Don’t be scared, just keep on dancing, my little dancer.”

[stromuprisahat]

i saw your evgeniy post and i totally agree that it wouldnt work out the same at all if genya was male, maybe he would work directly for the king but either way im willing to bet the fandom wouldnt be victimising him to that extent and the character probably would be allowed to stay morally grey instead of being forced to be "good".

as per your comments too: they probably gave ivan a love interest for "representation points" but if the show character was played more accurately to the book and looked more like book ivan people would probably ship him with the darkling a lot more and talk about him having unrequited love or whatever which is fine but certainly cheapens the characters motives.

also i dont think alina would have got on with genya if she was in a red kefta from the start as its like she saw genya in livery as "on the same level as her" as a servant and outsider, its my firm belief that if genya was introduced to alina as corporalki to start with her prejudice would kick in and she wouldnt trust her at all as she seems more prejudice against corporalki than any of the other orders (aside from the darkling)

(What if Genya were Evgeniy)

I don't think the King would require services of Tailor. The Queen remains the obvious choice for that, although there would be issues.

Regarding narrative-treatment... well, my guess is he wouldn't live long. Just look at Ivan- he wasn't easily brainwashed character, so he had to die to prop up brand new Good Guy™. Zhenya wouldn't be re-written into one-dimensional victim, because it would be easier to simply kill him off (preferably in a way emphasizing he picked the wrong side).

Fandom would simply ignore him, because he's a man in Aleksander's service. His backstory, missing sexual abuse "orchestrated" by the Darkling would also lose its appeal to antis. Loss of loved ones or torture just doesn't have the ring to it, when aimed at a man. Hell, if we'd make the King "fond" of teen boys, or came up with another molester, Evgeniy's story would include different variables. Women are easier to woobify, but then again, it could be "fixed" by making the boy gay, or better- headcanon gay. Everyone knows that makes you easier to exploit, so we can pretend lack of agency equals unfavourable circumstances etc. etc.

Since we know almost nothing about book!Ivan's personal life, I didn't mind his and Fedyor's romantic relationship, quite contrary- both actors used their minimal screentime to introduce the best romance in season 1 (in both, if I'm honest).

Ivan's in danger of simplification of his motivations no matter the looks. While book Ivan's described as good-looking, in show he's already canonically MLM. Both can work as a good enough reason to turn his loyalty into unrequired crush. Why delve into anything more complicated, if your view requires demonisation of the Darkling?

Absolutely agree on Genya's position and Alina's "friendship". Alina has been distrustful of other Grisha since the beginning. Sure, her belief she's a fraud played a part, but that would apply to Genya in red too. Grisha without colour didn't fit in. Useless Sun Summoner wouldn't either, once her incompetence becomes widely-known. Alina doesn't exactly believe in selfless unconditional friendship. Hell, she takes and takes from Genya, while offering little, with Malyen she assumes the opposite position.

[born-to-lose]

can u go thru when i dont have u line by line please ... so interested 2 hear the choices behind each bit

Full heartbreaking analysis under the cut

What will I do

When your scent on your shirt disappears

For Valentine's Day, my love gave me a sleeveless shirt he's had for years so it smells like him a lot. It feels like home and good memories because the sheets of the holiday home where I spent my summers at the North Sea as a child smelled the same. Since I got it, I've been smelling it every night before going to sleep in an attempt to memorize the scent and when it's not too cold, I sleep in it. But I've also been worried about the scent fading over time and about me forgetting how he smelled at some point.

When your lipstick's all used up

For my birthday, he gave me a dark pink/red lipstick, which has sort of become my signature shade when I go out. I can't get this brand and exact lipstick in my country, so I would have to get it imported from the UK when it's used up (it also accidentally melted a bit and broke off after a while ago and I somehow fixed it but the cute little pattern isn't there anymore). Even if I did get a new lipstick in that shade, it would still not be the same as applying the one that was hand-picked by the love of my life.

When I want new pictures of you

Because I've looked at the old ones a million times

I still keep a framed photo of him on my bedside table because I can't bring myself to put it away in a box or even just my desk or shelf. In addition to that, my usual way of coping with missing him was (and still is) looking at the pictures I have of him on my phone, but after a while you want new ones because you just miss their face so much, you know?

What will I do

When I don't have you anymore

The main question of this whole poem, and also of this whole week. Actually, what will I do now? I'm still trying to figure that out.

When I can't call you every week

We used to have weekly video calls and every week without a date (because one of us was busy or didn't feel well) was rough for me and the thought of them never happening at all kills me.

When I can't hear you laugh and sing

I'm absolutely in love with his singing voice. He used to sing a few songs on request for me and even recorded some so I can listen to them whenever I want. His laugh is my favourite sound in the world and I was always so happy when I could make him laugh.

When we don't stay up late talking about everything

Especially in the first months and on weekends, we stayed up really late on some nights to talk about all kinds of things and I enjoyed those conversations more than I can say.

What will I do

When you're not in my arms

Sadly, I never got the chance to have him in my arms, but I literally dreamed of that and still crave it so much. If I could hold him just for a moment, I would never let go.

When I miss your face next to mine

As we were long distance, I didn't actually have his face next to mine, but sometimes when we nearly fell asleep on video call, both of us wrapped in blankets, it just felt so nice and cozy.

When I don't feel your hands on me

Again, I never really did and this is too intimate to discuss, but a single touch from him, no matter in what context and with what intention, would make me melt.

When I can't play with your hair as you lay on my chest

Another thing I really wish I could do. He has beautiful hair and I've always wanted to play with it or braid it while we're cuddling.

What will I do

When your tapes are worn out

He made two mixtapes for me, which I think is the most romantic thing ever, especially because he used actual cassettes and didn't just create a playlist (although he also did that and it's almost 9 hours long). The parts where he talks in between the songs to explain why he added them or what we were talking about at the moment always make me smile, and I keep rewinding to the parts where he sings along so they're ingrained in my mind forever. He told me several times not to wear them out, but I'm afraid they will be eventually, so I'll need to get them digitalized just in case.

When the ink on your letters fades

We wrote each other letters and cards and I love rereading the ones he sent me. They still have their place in a letter rack on my desk and at some point in the future I'll put them in a box and keep them until I die, hoping they'll still be legible decades from now.

When your scented candle stops burning

For Christmas, he gave me a white pear and patchouli scented candle. Sometimes I light it so my room smells like him and it always makes me feel better when I do. It's a jar candle and I really hope it will last for a long time because like with the shirt, I have a thing for scents and associating them with people I love and if there's nothing like that left of him, I'll be devastated.

When the blood in your vial necklace turns brown

He made a blood vial necklace for me and I tried to make one too, but I couldn't get enough blood out without actually relapsing into cutting. I never leave the house without it because I want to carry part of him with me at all times and show him off a bit. The fact that it's his own blood and that we had a thing for blood and talked about literally giving each other our hearts makes it even deeper and more intimate to me. When it arrived by mail, the blood had already clotted a little and by now it's turned into a very dark, almost black, shade of red, which looks really pretty in sunlight.

What will I do

When you're gone and all I have

Even if for now, he isn't actually gone and still in my life, and most importantly not dead, it's still hard to shift from the blissful life together I've gotten so used to in the last 7 months to the situation I'm in now.

Are the things you've sent me

I'm scared of the day when he's not with me in any way and literally all I have are his gifts he sent me.

Your soft voice and pretty face in my head

As mentioned above, I adore his voice and he's the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. I'll never get that out of my head; even when I'm old and can't remember anything about myself, I hope he will always be in my memory.

And the memory of you and our time together

Over the course of our relationship, we made quite a few amazing memories (as far as possible when you live two countries apart) that I'll never forget, even if we had so many more plans for the future. Our time together was the best time of my life and he's by far my most important relationship I've ever had and ever will have. I'm pretty sure he's the love of my life and I will never be able or want to call anybody else than him "my love" because he will always be that to me. Honestly, I don't think I could ever love as deeply again as I love him.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

hi rachel, ive been inconsistently writing since i was 12 and during the pandemic i started writing again and loved it, niow im geting a BA in creative writing and since ive been in college i dont want to write. im scared it isnt something i truly enjoy anymore. I like what i'm learning but trying to apply it makes me very overwhelmed. its like its too much for me :( any advice? have you experienced this before?

Hi friend! My first and largest piece of advice (super emphasized) is to talk to a trusted adult in your life and ALSO an academic advisor. I want to make that abundantly clear because I don't personally know you and don't want anything I say to steer you in a certain direction!

I completely get this and I'm so sorry you're feeling this way! This happened to me a bit and I know it's happened to a LOTTTT of people. The best things I did to help: bring pre-written work into class (ask before you do this to make sure it's okay), prep work for class (also ask before doing this), work on my own perfectionism/fear of failure, and write a personal side project where I could let loose and have fun (that was Moth Work & Feeding Habits for years 1-2 & Seventh Virtue for the last 1.5 years of my degree).

I don't think I would've survived my degree if I didn't have most of my work pre-written before workshop (I ALWAYS asked before doing this--some schools might have policies etc so I asked to be on the safe side). I think I only drafted 5 brand new stories for my degree (out of the 12). 1 was an adaptation from a Seventh Virtue chapter, so I had to write a LOT of new stuff but had a direction, 1 I had written 6 months in advance specifically for that workshop, 1 was written on a whim, and the last 2 I had to draft for the class since we weren't allowed to use pre-established material. Everything else I had written on my own personal time. This helped ease my own anxiety, so if it's possible, check in with your prof to see if you can do this!

A final note: you absolutely don't need to apply everything you learn into a story for class. Just write the best story you can write in that moment! If you can, try to set aside what you've been taught to be "the correct way" especially in a first draft. Getting wrapped up in how people would perceive my craft made workshopping so anxiety inducing. It's okay to be imperfect! Everyone is there to learn!

As for your fear of enjoyment: I know this too well. :( In Nov 2021 I considered quitting writing altogether, I just didn't care anymore (that was after SEVEN years of consistently writing!). Seventh Virtue is what yanked me out of that! Having a story I could just mess around with after class (sometimes... during class... many... times...) REALLY helped. I may or may not have written a good chunk of Moth Work in a sociology class (I'M NOT RECOMMENDING THIS). What I'm saying is make time for your OWN writing (outside of school).

Sometimes it takes a little time and adjustment--it's absolutely normal! Many of my classmates felt like this too! You're not alone!

[geekyvox]

Great Day one and all and welcome to my first ever vlog not just for this page but the first time ever.

Which is funny enough because content creating is not something new for me. I've been creating content online since 2020 and Ive never done a vlog. Ive streamed, edited clips of my stream, made short videos on facebook and tiktok but never sat down and talk about things.

Now before we get to the focus of this here vlog. And i wanna add something about myself that i didnt put in to my intro video which i feel should have been there but if i added it then it would have been a 5 to 7 minute video instead of the 2 minutes that they were asking. I am a huge geek. Im into gaming, i mean there's not a day that I dont sit here and play any of the games I have in my Steam library. Im also into movies, animation, shows, comicbooks and books. I read a lot of fantasy/scifi books, well I dont read them anymore instead I listen to audiobooks. Now there's a point to this I swear and we'll get to it later on. But first we need to get to the very reason of this first vlog in the first place.

CVAP! My week on CVAP. It has been surreal! I still can't believe I did it. I took that first step. And I'm still pinching myself for being there and here we are now. And you would think that being a voice artist program you would immediately getting down to the nitty gritty business of it all and discuss about the technical aspects on the first day. I was pleasantly wrong. Because what they were teaching instead was getting yourself in that right mindset and heartset. Heartset. That was the first time I've heard of the word. And let me say, it fits. I like it. Because in business and work, you always need to have the right mindset. And as a professional, some of the things taught here, I already practiced in how I carry myself at work. But as an aspiring voice artist, it makes sense to not only be in the right state of mind but also be in the right state of heart. Because getting in touch with your emotions is where creativity and imagination thrives. I feel like this industry demands that you have the right mental approach and passion put in constantly. Otherwise, you'd get burned out or even worse, get in it for the wrong reasons. And this was discussed heavily. It was enlightening and I feel like the lessons imparted not only would have been applied in this industry but in life as well.

Which leads us to another topic, voice branding. This is very helpful. Like I said earlier, I'm no stranger to content creating. But I feel like what failed ultimately with what I was doing with my page the last time was that I never really had an audience in mind. Never gave branding any thought. I wanted to play games with my friends and just have fun. And I still want to do that! But the voice branding topic had me asking questions I've never asked before in regards to my presence online. And the more I ask those questions (why am I here? Who are you as a brand? Who are you talking to? etc.) the more I've formed up an idea of what this new page is going to be.

Hence, the reason I introduced myself earlier in this video. Because while I want this page primarily be about my journey into CVAP and voice artistry. But I also want this page to be a platform to introducing to Filipinos about geek culture. Now, now here me out. I know most of geek culture is already mainstream. Everybody know, spiderman, the avengers, and a whole lot more. But not a lot of people know about a lot of the geek subculture that's struggling to the surface. Not a lot people know of Dungeons and Dragons. I've never done tabletop D&D in person before, now would be a good time to try. Not a lot people know miniature painting and Warhammer. Or audiobooks. Or some of the videogames that are out right now. Let's all bring that to the surface. It's funny because a lot of this geek stuff rides in tandem most of the time with voice artistry. Speaking of artistry, we could use this page to highlight creative writers, digital and traditional artists, voice artists and all sorts of creative folks out there since they are what drives the geek culture in the first place.

So yeah… this is funny since this vlog is supposed to be my reaction video to my first week in CVAP but now it serves as my intro to my page as well. So welcome one and all, to JoeFox The GeekyVox!

[murielsnipples]

Full CG from the new seasonal tale - A Foxy Hideaway

[actualbird]

i wanna talk about DAVIS. can i talk about DAVIS? im going to talk about DAVIS.

im immediately just going to gloss over the meta-gaming aspect of how DAVIS is the main tutorial medium for us players to learn the ropes of the game and new event gaming mechanics because thats Outside The Canon and what i wanna focus is Inside The Canon.

Inside The Canon, DAVIS is the artificial intelligence brand ambassador of the Stellis Big Data Lab. i assume that pax technology and stellis city government looked at the fact that they wanted to collect data from nearly every sphere of tangible reality and realized “hey, this might spook people” and then came to the decision to make a cute mascot to ease any worries. good move! but guys, did you have to make ur AI mascot SUCH AN ADORABLE LITTLE LAD????

moving on, what is very interesting to me about DAVIS is the fact that he subtly makes it clear he has a personality, thoughts, opinions, and in general a “mind of his own” so to speak. this is most clear to me in the big data lab function on mc’s phone where we can see not only the information on things we are searching for, but sometimes DAVIS’ little side comments about the information as well.

heres some DAVIS commentary from several big data lab entries 

DAVIS: They have a special chat group for its member. I applied to enter the group but they thought I was a bot... (Anti-PUA Alliance entry)

DAVIS: The people of Nosta place heavy emphasis on death, but I think they should have focused on living. (God of Death entry)

DAVIS: Luke Pearce was born and raised in Stellis, but how come there's very limited information on him... (Luke Pearce entry)

DAVIS: The advancement exam is no joke! Kiki, I know you have it in you to pass and become a graduate attorney! (Kiki Bennet entry)

this is but a SMIDGE of the many comments DAVIS has said over many entries but i picked these just to show some points that each those comments allude to. first entry shows that DAVIS has the capability to do things not necessarily part of his job as an assisting AI. second entry shows that DAVIS has opinions that are pretty damn philosophical. third entry shows that DAVIS can wonder about information he doesnt have. and most endearing to me is that the fourth entry shows....

DAVIS IS NICE!!! HES NICE!!!! HES A GOOD BOY!!!! 

sure, yeah, there are a bunch of other ways to explain DAVIS’ personality and agency but i like to think that DAVIS has unintentionally turned into the world’s first true sentient artificial intelligence, by virtue of absorbing just SO MUCH INFORMATION on the world ever since his creation. 

actually, hes been sentient for a long time now. and nobody knows. because DAVIS just....DOESNT BRING IT UP UNTIL SOMEBODY ASKS. he doesnt talk about it because to him it just isnt important because he genuinely enjoys the job he does 

and he doesnt do anything evil or hugely anomalous because...all the developers who created him are very nice, very kind, and continue to do so. the people who use DAVIS as well have always been wonderful to him, like whenever DAVIS makes little announcement posts on the weather or traffic, without fail, people reply to the post with things like “so true, DAVIS” “thanks bestie <3″ and DAVIS GETS VERY SOFT ABOUT IT. my point here is that DAVIS is sentient and nothing bad happens at all because nobody has ever been bad to him.

somehow, mc is the one to ask DAVIS about himself. and then mc becomes the only person in the world to know that DAVIS is sentient and mc may panic juuuuuust a little bit

mc, frantically texting at DAVIS: BUT.... THIS IS HUGE.... I MEAN, TECHNOLOGICALLY BUT ALSO ETHICALLY I THINK YOU SHOULD BE GETTING PAID NOW??? 

DAVIS: what would i do with money? i dont have a body so material goods dont really interest me!

mc: oh yeah...

DAVIS: additionally, i already have access to stellis' entire cryptocurrency system! so if ever i do want money, it wont be a problem :D

mc, realizing DAVIS could shut down the entire country’s finances but he doesnt because hes a GOOD BOY: ...RIGHT........

my point is that im maybe thinking of a fic now where mc and DAVIS become weirdly good friends. and maybe when the rest of the nxx team is told about DAVIS’ sentience and his friendship with mc, luke can somehow plug DAVIS into the nxx roomba to whizz around whenever he wants to. 

am i saying that the nxx investigation team gets another member who is a hugely powerful and completely benevolent artificial intelligence? yes. yes i AM.

[rjalker]

Giving my response its own post since the OP turned off reblogs, but still hasn't apologized or deleted the post. Here's an archived link of the post on my blog with this response below it.

This is also so people can just reblog my response without the transphobia included.

Also, again, fuck every single person that reblogged that original post for the sole purpose of sexually harassing the OP. You're all also terrible fucking people.

I cannot stress enough how literally every single thing about the original post is transphobic as fucking shit. There is not a single piece of that post that's salvageable. It's literally all transphobia.

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Okay assuming it’s not still 3am for you, re-read your post and realize how transphobic it is and then delete it. Because it’s literally just pure unfiltered transphobia.

Neopronouns are not, despite having the prefix “neo”, brand new. They’ve literally existed for decades, some of them are literally even older than your “10 to 20 years”.

This post and everything you say in it is literally transphobic. Just because you’re dressing it up in intellectual sounding crap doesn’t mean it’s not literally transphobia.

Just because you, personally, have trouble using neopronouns does not mean neopronouns “don’t work”. You’re literally just being transphobic.

I do not have the spoons to explain to you why every single thing you said in this post is transphobic in one way or another, but literally everything you say here is transphobic.

“But i dont feel like its possible to brain-off speak using some random words you told me 30 minutes ago without being halted by the foreign language calculation taking too long.”

Okay well I hate to break it to you but I am literally in the process of writing a story using MULTIPLE sets of neopronouns I literally just made up specifically for this fic, which I have literally no fucking practice using, and it literally takes no more effort than scrolling up to double check which word I should be using.

You cannot claim to be a fucking linguistics nerd and then make a post like this where you claim it’s impossible to use new pronouns.

No, you literally do not have to learn a whole new form of grammar.

I am literally just going to copy and past an entire other post I made about this exact thing into this post so you don’t have to go find it. You’re welcome.

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"if your first language is English (I can’t speak for other languages) and you think you’re “bad at using neopronouns”, might I suggest that you are, in, fact, just bad at grammar?

Neopronouns are just making you think about rules you’ve never actually thought about before.

It’s not that neopronouns are especially difficult to use, it’s that your understanding of grammar has been limited to the pronouns “she/her” “he/him” and “they/them” for so long that you don’t even think about how to use them.

You already know them.

You don’t have to think about the different rules that applies to each of these pronoun sets–and yes! She/her, he/him, and they/them all have different rules! They aren’t interchangeable! You can’t just CTRL+F and replace them and have the sentence still work normally!–so now that neopronouns are forcing you to actually think about the way the rules work for pronouns, it seems a lot more complicated than it really is.

Neopronouns aren’t really going to violate any of the rules that already exist, it’s just that you’ve never consciously thought about the rules, so it seems confusing and new when it’s actually not.

Like, here is an example sentence to show off the rules that already exist, that you use every day without thinking about them:

“She is standing in line, that’s her over there, she’s looking for her favorite color, she’s going to paint her new room by herself!”

Now if we just open a word processing program and literally find and replace the she/her pronouns with he/him and they/them, here’s what you get:

“He is standing in line, that’s him over there, he’s looking for him favorite color, he’s going to paint him new room by himself!”

and

“They is standing in line, that’s them over there, they’s looking for them favorite color, they’s going to paint them new room by themself!”

 Yeah, doesn’t look or sound right, does it? That’s because she/her pronouns follow different rules than he/him pronouns do, and they both follow different rules from they/them.

“Her” is used for saying both “That’s her over there” and “That’s her room” 

For he/him pronouns, though, you should say, “That’s him over there” and “That’s his room”

For they/them, it would be “That’s them over there” and “That’s their room”.

As complicated as you might think neopronouns are just because they’re new to you, they aren’t going to be any more complicated than the rules that already exist.

If you write a sentence, and then later decide to change the pronouns you used, you can’t just find and replace them. You have to rewrite the entire sentence.

Neopronouns aren’t going to be any more complicated than using she/her, he/him, or they/them. You just have to get used to the new sounds and figure out which rules they follow. Practice makes perfect."

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Neopronouns in English literally follow the exact same three sets of grammar that he/him, she/her, and they/them follow, with the only difference being replacing the other pronouns with new words. That’s literally it. It’s literally not fucking difficult.

How can you claim to care about linguistics if you literally don’t even understand this, and decide to make a transphobic post like this to make your lack of understanding everyone else’s problem???

The only reason I found this post was because you fucking tagged it as neopronouns, so that it shows up in the tag.

This entire post is literally just transphobic, and you’re literally a transphobe trying to hide behind correct grammar as an excuse for your bigotry.

No, fucking trans people do not need to wait 10 to fucking 20 years more for people to respect us. People have been using neopronouns for longer than you’ve probably been fucking alive. Holy fucking shit. Just because you don’t know how to use them and think they were invented in the year 2022 does not mean it’s true.

How fucking dare you be this fucking blatantly transphobic and then try to hide it behind fucking intellectual sounding shit about linguistics, when you clearly have no fucking clue how grammar and pronouns actually work.

Your whole fucking post is transphobic as fuck, and you should fucking feel bad about it. This is fucking absurd.

Stop making your own unwillingless to learn how to use people’s fucking pronouns everyone else’s problem. Just admit you’re a fucking transphobe instead of trying to pretend you’re just concerned about grammar.

Neopronouns are not fucking inventing a whole new form of grammar in the English language, they literally all follow the same rules as she/her, he/him, and they/them, which you’d have fucking realized by now if you actually gave a shit about trans people and the fucking linguistics you claim to know so much about instead of being a fucking bigot trying to make excuses for your bigotry.

[violetnotez]

When They Taste Their s/o’s Chapstick| HQ Edition

Welcome to Hannah has no sleep schedule lmao-but I remember I did these HC for BNHA and they did really well, so I thought I would do some for HQ too! I might do more characters and not make the HC so detailed, but I hope you like these! 🤍

Music Genre: Acoustic | HQ

Characters: Atsumu, Yamaguchi, Bokuto

Warning: cursing

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Atsumu: Cherry

The bright ass teacher who thought it would be smart to put your boyfriend right behind you was realllllllyyyy smart 🙃

Okay sarcasm aside this dude is annoying in the cutest way possible????

This guy gets bored super quick, and knowing his dear, sweet s/o is gonna take all the notes he needs makes him use the class period to just mess with you

(Also him not paying attention in class secretly gets him to be able to have study dates with you, so yeah, Atsumu isn’t learning nothing from the teacher 💀)

Some days it’s bad-he will kick your chair just to laugh at your pissed off face,

He’ll air drop you memes, cute puppy pics,,,sometimes shirtless pics if he’s reallllyyyy bored 🙃😳

But some days he’s a little better and not so annoying,,,,like playing with your hair, passing notes to you, or just casually texting you about random things that are on his mind

But today he was poking your back like his life depended on it

You tried to ignore it for as long as you could, trying to just focus on the teacher droning on about some random war-

Until this fucker flicks your head

You instantly swivel around, pissed written all over your face as he gives you a smug ass look

“Took ya long enough,” he whispered, clearly enjoying bugging you, “but ya got some chapstick?”

Kinda wierd and not what you were expecting but-whatever

You just roll your eyes and nod yes, quietly shuffling through you pencil bag

Poor Atsumu lost his a few days back and hadn’t been able to get more, so he’s really feeling it on his fifth day of no chapstick

He takes it, putting it on and going to hand it to you but soemthing stops him

Cause whoa-this tastes just like you

He hand sit back, kinda just mesmerized...cause this taste is exactly what he tastes everytime he kisses you, like he’s eating candy

No wonder why to him kissing you was addicting cause you tasted like a lollipop lmao 💀

But anyways, after class he decided to test this theory of his out

He walks you out of class, shouldering your backpack for you as you two walk to the cafeteria

“Cmon, lets go this way today,” he says with a small grin, leading you down a more secluded hallway

The moment you two seem to be alone he attacks

Atsumu is a fricking good kisser maybe a little rough but UGH he is gooooddddddd 🥴

He grabs ahold of your back, pressing you against him, you feet slowly rising to meet his lips

He pulls away, loving how surprised and flustered you look as he brushes his thumb against your lips

He’s really happy, cause yup, you taste exactly like the chapstick-sugary sweet but still tart, just like a cherry

you will never find your chapsticks ever again he will always be stealing them so he can taste you 24/7

Yamaguchi: Mint

Practice had finished, but today it was pretty cloudy

And of course, the moment the gym was cleaned up and everybody was ready to head out

It was pouring buckets

Yamaguchi was always a big softie, but he was also super protective over you

So he always makes sure to walk you home everyday

Fricking cuteeee 🥺

He was getting all of his stuff under the awning of the gym when he saw you running towards him in your uniform

You were smiling, trying desperately to keep your backpack dry as you ran through the rain shower

The way this boy yelled your name 😂💀 you would have thought you were dying

Yamaguchi can be really protective he has tooooooo

He doesn’t have an umbrella, so he unzips his black volleyball jacket and just starts running towards you like his life depends on it

His white volleyball tee cannot survive this amount of water and is soaked, but he really doesn’t mind,,,,

Your confused on why he took of his jacket, until this sweet guy uses it as a makeshift canopy and shields both your heads from the rain

You start to chuckle, cause he just looks so cute, his cheeks red from being sheepish making his freckles more prominent but this proud grin on his face

“Yams, you didnt have to get all wet for me,” you say with a smile, your digits wiping away droplets of water from his cheeks

*cue him turning even redder

and then you give him a quick kiss on his lips

HES COMBUSTINGGGGGGGGGGGG-

this guy gets flsuetred so quickly ITS SO CUTE😭

But something is much, much different about that kiss than before-

His lips are tingly and ticklish and he’s like WTH

But it feels-nice?? Like it almost makes the kiss feel like its lasting longer on his skin-

You dont even notice him being totally just dazzed out as he tries to figure out whats going on and  grab his hand, leading him inside the gym to wait for the storm to pass

As your digging in your backpack to make sure none of your notes got wet from the rain, Tadashi noticed that something rolled out of your backpack

And lo and behold! Its chapstick! ☺

Before he hands it to you, he notices its a Mint flavor-

and it allllllll makes sense to him

After he walks you home he guiltily SPRINTS his ass over to the convivence store

THIS MAN IS ON A MISSION

He was in there for a good hour searching for hat same brand+flavor

After he found it he is now obsessed with it and applies it like crazy cause it reminds him of you 🥺

Bokuto: Strawberry Sorbet

Bokuto has just gotten out of class, Akaashi right next to him as he went to go meet you by your locker

You three were lowkey like the Three Musketeers-

just two of the musketeers happened to be dating lmao

Anywayssss the man was already jumping around just from the idea of seeing you

It had been 5 whole hours since he last had contact with you-the horror 💀

Akaashi was pretty much used to this behavior, as Bokuto always needed a dose of y/n love every other hour to keep him preppy and up beat

Once Bokuto saw you, he immeditaely bounded over time you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder

“Hey baby birdie, missed me?” He said eagerly, placing a kiss on your lips

Usually after kissing you he’d just cuddle you close to him as the three of you waited for the rest of the team to go to practice....but soemthing was off

But in a good way

You tasted reallllyyyyyyyyyy yummy to him-but he had no idea what it was

This man has no shame

Like at all

He just starts kissing you

Over and

Over again

He can’t figure out why you taste so good! He can’t even figure what the flavor even is...So of course he has to keep “taste testing” 💀🙃

You have no idea the hell is going on, your face flushed you were in school still lmaooo

The dude was just attacking your poor lips at this point

Poor Akaashi is just as embarrassed as you 😂💀

“Bo!” You finally were able to muster out, gasping after the assault to your airwaves you just had

Poor guy looks so defeated and confused, still not knowing what was going

Sad baby bird look 🥺

“B-but babe,” he said, almost whimpering, “I don’t know why you taste good,,,”

You give him a “the hell you talking about face”,,,until it dawns on you that you had bought a new chapstick

Your just laughing, cause who knew Bokuto would be so intense over some damn chapstick

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[jigenshat]

hc that jigen, despite what others believe, would be a bang up dad if given the chance to

like??? in the pov of the one hes caring for:

-hella supportive of whatever you do. straight up would cheer for ya in whatever u show him. like art? mans cheering and cryibg at ur work. gaming? oh hell yeah u defeated the boss way to go kiddo!

-cooks ur fave frequently while also introducing u to new food from the many countries hes visited with the gang. he teaches u too if ur up to learn

-mans great hugger. all im gonna say

-respects tf otta ya. no talking down, yellin bout respect, or pulling the age card. man respects ur thoughts, hell u can even change his mind on some things

and dont get me started on being the coparent like:

-SUPER DOMESTIC MOMENTSS IM TALKIN CLEANING DAYS, COOKING TOGETHER, HELL EVEN GOING SHOPPING LIKE?? DAMN

-probably showing off his multitask skills like bro its cool but ur gonna set the house on fire.

-still great hugs, but damn if those hugs arnt the most fuffiling thing u can get

-random or sudden kisses or hug attacks? yessir man would give ya a peck or two, call ya darlin, n move onto making pasta for the group

-the absolute dichotomy between him at work v him at home got everyone simpin bad. hell even lupin takes up quicker schemes because having jigen around just yelling at the washer while goemons helpin in lunch

-this applies to the gang too like bruh jigen ironing and cleaning lupins suits n him getting it back like its brand new. goemon getting his room cleaned but having his items left where they are so he can clean it up himself, as well as leaving the zantutsken alone even tho goemon lets him know he trusts him with it.

-fujiko too, like shes staying for a while n jigen pulls the ole "its -10, you cant go out like that unless you want to freeze to death. need leggings? i think blues better with the skirt." and despite them hating each other she listens to his advice n vice versa

-ZENI TOO MAN LOSES ANOTHER HANDCUFF TO LUPIN N JIGENS LIKE: ayo pops u left this earlier. n zenis like "aye ty" and just leaves it at that

NO THOUGHTS JUST DOMESTIC JIGEN BRAINROT

ok so since i got this ask my mind has been entirely thinking about dad!jigen and yeah also just a domestic jigen in general. but the dad stuff?? i've been pining and broody and oh wow he would make the best dad.

jigen would see his child as the best thing he ever did. and he can't believe he did it. they're amazing – cute, clever, curious. he adores them and is completely fascinated by them. he wants to be with them all the time, watch them discover all the new parts of their world. hearing their little voice ask him questions about any and every topic makes his day. he never brushes off any subject they bring up and will talk to them about it earnestly and extensively. if there's something he doesn't know, he encourages them to go research it together.

he likes to tell them stories about all the places he has lived and visited. every night when he tucks them lovingly into bed, he prepares another anecdote for a bedtime story. once his tiny beloved has drifted off to sleep, he gently places a kiss on their forehead or temple and makes sure both them and all their plushies are tucked in really tight. he does this every night without fail. even if he isn't back from a heist until the early hours of the morning, he will be sure to check on his baby before heading to bed himself.

because he shows so much of his affection so openly to his child, they adore him just as he does them. they'll wake up early in the morning and run into his room. he's alert to the pitter patter of their little feet and is always half awake as they walk into the room. even with heavy eyelids and barely an hour of sleep to his name that night, he'll hoist them up onto the bed with him and give them the biggest hug. he'll try to keep up with their babbling in his tired state. sometimes the little one will try to tickle him awake and in hearing their mischevious joy and laughter, he is helpless not to wake up and fix them both some breakfast.

everything they're interested in, he tries to become interested in too. from their favourite tv shows to their favourite classes at school. jigen wants to understand their brain and why they enjoy what they do. he also wants them to know their dad is always going to be there to support them in their future endeavours.

the whole experience of being a father has changed his outlook at work a bit. he's much less willing to put his life on the line. he has a lot to live for and there is someone whose life depends on him everyday. he always makes clear to the gang when he can't go on a mission for fear of the worst and encourages them to give it a miss. he still cares for all of them and fears for their safety. he wouldn't want not being with them the reason for someone getting badly hurt or worse. when he can't join, or is doing some logisitcal work from the safehouse, he'll take his dad skills and put them to work with the gang. they're super disorganised and messy and don't take half of enough care of themselves. he'll put things back into place, make sure their beds are made, they have fresh clothes to change into and warm food to come home to. he doesn't want thanks for it, in fact he'd rather no one mention it, he's just happy to see them all home safe at the end of a busy heist.

[notfckincool]

DIRTY GIRL

CHAPTER 10

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana embarks on a casual but obviously filthy affair with Negan, accidentally falling for the man, knowing he will never love her. Angst and Kinky fuckery.

Its Negan so expect swearing and strong sexual content throughout

Chapter 10 - Giant box of sex toys

Negan x Ana (OC)

Ana is invited to stay the night with Negan before he leaves for a long run. Seeing yet another side to Negan's personality, she realizes her feelings for her handsome fuckbuddy might run a little deeper than she cares to admit. (ctd from shower scene ch9)

WARNINGS🔞 marking, sensation play, sex toys, butt stuff. daddy kink, edging, lil bit o' fluff 

"You are mine now, to do with as I please. I don't have to leave until the day after tomorrow and when I'm finished with you, you won't be able to walk. I'm going to make sure you can still feel me while I'm gone."

Legs clamped around his hips, face inches from mine, his words reverberate through me...I'm completely under his spell, caught up in the intensity in his dark eyes and the promise of his undivided attention. I've longed for this. Eyes still locked, he lowers me gently, smirking at the power he knows he has over me. 

"Now turn around princess let's wash that shit outta your hair"

My hair is lathered, massaged, and gently rinsed. The last of the blood of those who dared to defy us, swirling away down the plughole. A long but comfortable silence falls over us as his fingers glide softly over my neck, shoulders and arms. The first time we've been together without the constant banter and I don't feel the need to fill the space with chatter. I focus on his soapy hands moving firmly but gently over my body. A softness to his touch, a tenderness I'm not familiar with. He finds the knots above my shoulder blades, thumbs pressing circles into my aching muscles.

"Ugh...That feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah, there...down a bit..left a bit"

"What about there?" he applies more pressure, chuckling as he squeezes a tight knot.

"Ow...fuck..ow..yeah...that hurts"  I laugh, wriggling beneath his strong hands "...Dont stop though"

"What about this bit…..right...here…"

"Oooooohh….you fucker" I squirm and chuckle" You really fucking love hurting me"

"Hahaha, yes I fucking do….and don't pretend you don't love it. Now stop fucking wriggling" He delivers a stinging slap to my wet ass.

"Ahhh"

"Never get fuckin tired of hearing that, princess" he chuckles giving me another slap.

"Ahhh. You're a sadist" 

He laughs a genuine warm laugh. I feel his breath on my neck and a row of delicate kisses. I react to his touch with a roll of my head giving him better access. Sweeping my hair aside, grazing me softly with lips and teeth, we almost feel like a normal couple….almost

"Yes I am...a sadistic fuck….mmmmm….your ass looks good with my handprints on it...and you girl, you, are a masochist....so what the fuck are we going to do about that?" 

Hands weaving into my hair, twisting until it's balled in his fist, his weight shifts behind me, lurching forward, pressing me splayed against the shower wall. My breath hitches, the sudden change in tone and temperament excites me. Teeth clamp down onto my neck, and I moan quietly as he sucks marks onto my skin.

"See.." his voice low in my ear "Fucking…..Mine". 

Withdrawing suddenly, he releases my hair and switches off the water. My heart pounding, I wait silently against the wall, listening as he moves behind me. I love the excitement of never knowing what he's going to do next.

...And then I feel the softness of his lips kissing my freshly bruised skin and I'm carefully turned around and wrapped in a large fluffy towel. I look up at him from under my lashes, mesmerized as he gently rubs my hair and tenderly pats me dry. Well this is….a whole new level of unpredictability. I'm surprised by this softer caring side of him but I've got to admit, I like it, and I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be a wife. Arranging the towel around me he tucks it in, my look of total confusion is lost on him as he flashes me one of his heart stopping smiles. He kisses my forehead before turning and grabbing himself a towel, tucking it casually around his waist as he strolls off into the living room.I peer around the door frame after him as he pours two drinks from an expensive looking decanter, following him into the room as he sets the glasses on the coffee table. He sits on the sofa, pats the seat beside him, I sit, like a good girl, and accept the glass he offers me.

" We did a great fucking job tonight….we make an awesome team"

"No one messes with us" I grin, raising my glass.

"Damn fucking straight!" 

Our glasses chink together and we take a sip, his eyes never leaving mine, watching me over the rim of his glass

"You did good…...I'm real fucking proud of you"

Proud of me? He leans forward to wipe a splash of liquor from my lips, his thumb lingering. Then closer still, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. My stomach does a weird and unexpected thing. That feeling you get as the rollercoaster tips over the first dip? And did I just blush? A smile plays at the corner of his lips, his thumb still lightly resting on mine. I find myself searching his eyes, softer now, and the wicked twinkle is back. Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him, I lean in…..and of course he pulls back, sinking into the sofa taking a sip of his drink. Damn it! Why did I do that? I know the rules. Trying to disguise my disappointment I fiddle with my towel and take a large swig, emptying the glass while thinking of something to say to ease my frustration.

"So, you all set for the run?" I ask casually. 

"Yeah, Simon's just finalizing a few things, then we're good to go"

"I wish I could come" I glance across at him. God, did that sound needy?

"Yeah.. me too... but I need you here" he glances back, looking sincere.

"You sure? I can be so much more useful..."

"Ana, no, it's decided." he interrupts "You're staying here" He drains his glass.

Is he angry with me? Did I go too far? Nodding, I draw up my legs, resting my chin on my knees, and stare pensively at the empty glass... I'll miss you...That's what I wanted to say, but I didn't. What's wrong with me? I know what this is. Ok, enough now, stop being weird you'll scare him off and he'll pack you off back to your own room. I have him all to myself for tonight, and tomorrow, and I'm making the most of it. He looks back at me, resting his hand on my knee.

"You know, you're one of the few people I trust to handle things here while I'm gone...I need you….here"

More praise. My stomach does that thing again and I try to look cool, but I know he sees right through it. I need to get a grip. There's a long lingering eyelock and a bite of his lip before he snatches the glass from me and rises from the sofa with a chuckle. I hear him refilling the drinks.

"I got you something"

"Really? What is it?" 

Resting the refills on the table he sits next to me, passing me a box fastened with a satin bow. I look at him puzzled as he grins like an excited child on Christmas morning.

"You're gonna fuckin love this!...come on, fuckin open it"

I grin back and pull the bow, lifting the lid and stare into the box.

"Oh…...A giant box of sex toys…for me…..you shouldn't have" I smile

"Yeah! You fuckin love it, right? I knew you fuckin would. Don't worry they're all brand spanking new in the wrappers. Couldn't believe my fuckin luck when we came across this sex store on a run, surprisingly well stocked, not really survival essentials I guess, well except for you? nudges me and chuckles "Been keeping them here….cos…..Well.... I knew you'd fuckin appreciate...."He wiggles his eyebrows, his tongue poking out between his teeth. He's genuinely pleased with himself. 

"....ya know….Since I'm gonna be away…." he grabs my wrist. "…and it might be a while…." pulls me towards his lap. "....and I know how antsy you get if I'm not around to satisfy you..." I straddle him smiling widely."...so…." he grasps my hips tightly.".....you will wait for me until I get back…." rolls his hips upwards. "...no screwing around…" he grabs at my ass. "..no one gets to fuckin touch you but me…." squeezes my ass. "...you behave when I'm not here…understood?" He grips my chin firmly."... Are you gonna be a good girl while daddy's away?"

Oh yeah, I know what this is. I like this game and I'll happily play along. I am definitely going to make the most of it.

"Yes" I nod"

"That is exactly fuckin right." His grip tightening on my chin.

There's a sudden knock at the door that jolts us both. I sigh and reluctantly dismount. He answers the door, returning with a tray of snacks, a tub of ice cream, two spoons and a satisfied grin.

"Time to eat princess" He sets down the tray as I rummage through the box, selecting a large dildo, wiggling it with a smirk.

"Yeah... but look at this"

"Impressive" he chuckles sitting himself back down " I mean, not as good as the real fucking thing obviously" he clutches himself under the towel " but it should tide you over while I'm gone"

"You are so thoughtful" I smile sweetly

"I really fucking am" he grins " I am sooooo fucking good to you. Now eat. You're going to need your energy." he winks, I turn my attention back to the box, inspecting and unwrapping a shiny new butt plug, waving it at him.

"But daddy…  I want to play"

"Get back here on my lap you bad fuckin girl... I said eat...Now open wide princess" I look shyly at him as I open my mouth for him. "Oh princess..who do you think you're fuckin kidding? I know you can open wider than that" And then we feel normal again. We eat and talk and laugh, teasing and fooling around like best friends, as though the cruel world outside never existed. I get to see the part of him that no one else does, except maybe the wives. Maybe that's why they do it. Maybe it's not so bad afterall. A sliver of ice cream escapes the spoon, trickling down my chin.

"You're not doing a very good job of this" I laugh "I can feed myself you know" 

Leaning forward his tongue strokes over my chin and across my lips.

"Yeah, but this is more fun"

His cool lips brush against mine as he trails the spoon lightly down my neck and collar bone, cold metal grazing against warm skin. His eyes on mine he unfastens my towel and it falls away. The spoon continues its journey torturously slowly across the curve of my breasts, resting on a nipple which hardens on contact, sending a shudder right to my core. I react with a whimper and grind against him. He watches the spoon travel to the other nipple. I inhale sharply, grinding again.

Leaning in he licks slowly over my nipple, teasing with cold lips and tongue over the sensitive bud. My body begs for more, arching backwards, grinding rhythmically against the hardening beneath his towel. He reaches between us pushing it away, revealing his swelling cock, and pulls me to him as he takes my nipple fully into his mouth. Sucking, cold tongue swirling, teeth nipping and pinching. The other nipple between finger and thumb rolling and tugging. 

And just like that I want him.. again. Never get enough of the way he makes me feel, the way my body reacts to him. I want him on me, in me, but more than that, I crave the intimacy, the closeness. No longer satisfied with a quick casual fuck, am I becoming obsessed? Feeling him growing beneath me, all self control goes out of the window. I slide along his length, giving myself the friction I need, coating him in my arousal, my hands threading into his hair. 

"Look at my needy little princess getting herself off on daddys big cock" His hand grabs firmly at my hair and tugs. 

I know he doesn't feel that way about me. Just another toy, another plaything, willing to let him do whatever he wants, but I can't help myself. I always want more.

Reaching for the metal plug he dips and holds it in the ice cream, then puts it to my lips, offering it to me to lick clean. I hold his gaze, his eyes darkening again as my tongue swirls across the cold surface.

"I know what I want to eat next" he smirks "On your hands and knees princess"

Obediently I pry myself from his lap and position myself on all fours. His long large fingers slide tantalisingly between my folds, exploring the wetness flooding from me. Fingers gliding up and down from clit to ass and back again, spreading my arousal.

"Babygirl, you are fuckin soaked...practically dripping….and it's all for me….I want to taste that sweet honey now, princess, hold still for me" 

I quiver as I feel his mouth on me. 

"Mmmmmmm" he hums against me as he hungrily devours me and I desperately try to hold still as his tongue teases my pussy and ass. 

"Princess, I said hold still, and you better not cum until I say."

I feel his finger circling the tight hole, permitting him entrance as he slowly eases in. I inhale sharply, stifling a moan, holding off the inevitable.

"Fuck!" I gasp

"You like that princess?"

"Mhm" I mumble into the leather

"Use your words princess. Tell me what you want,"

"I like it...I want more...please"

"Good girl"

Another wet finger is pushed inside, stretching me. It feels so good I can't resist the urge to bear down.

"Oh god...I'm gonna.."

"..Tsk tsk" he tuts at me withdrawing his fingers, delivering a spank "I said keep still" he scolds

"Please...I'll behave" I plead, desperately needing my release.

"Yes, you will, darlin" 

The icy cold metal of the plug is pressed against my clit, it sends electricity pulsing through me. He teases my cunt, coating it in my juices, dipping it inside me, sliding its way to my ass where it rests. Pushing in a little he holds it there,fingers back to circling my clit, the perfect speed and pressure. My jaw clenches, eyes clamp shut, teetering on the edge of orgasm, I pant and clutch at the leather.

"Oh god, oh god...please"

"Breath princess, you're doing so well but, I want to hear you beg" he insists, pushing it in a little more, meeting resistance as I subconsciously clench, twisting, taunting me. I wriggle and get another slap.

"Fuck! Please"

"Beg me"

"Please...I need to cum...please...please daddy"

"You've been so good babygirl……"

Easing in further, the cold metal, the stinging burn on my ass, the rubbing of my clit, its overwhelming.

"Thats it, Babygirl…..cum for me" 

Pushing it in all the way, I'm sent soaring over the edge, back arching, trembling, convulsing. I cum so hard I feel it dripping from me.

"Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you…." 

The jewelled plug sitting snugly inside me, he runs his hand down my back, strokes tenderly over the sore pink handprints on my cheeks as I shake from the waves of pleasure rushing through me.

"...Mmmmm….your ass looks so pretty princess."

I feel him lining up behind me, running his shaft between my folds coating and wetting himself, teasing me with his tip. I'm still shuddering and shaking as he grabs my hips and plunges into me. 

"Holy fuck!" 

I'm completely filled. Holding me tight as I contract around him, he growls low, withdrawing slowly only to snap back in as far as he can go. I moan loudly, the double penetration almost too much to bear. Snap. Hold. Snap. Hold. Over and over. Every thrust as powerful as the last. Gradually picking up speed I brace myself against the sofa, his fingers digging into my hips as he sets his pace, hitting me deep inside, the sound of his groans triggering the heat again, building and spreading, washing over me. Praise and obscenities pour from his lips. Hard relentless fucking until he loses his rhythm, withdrawing quickly and the warm wet splash of his release spills on my back.

Exhausted, I collapse onto the sofa.

"Fuck, princess!...God fuckin damn!"

Gently, he wipes me down and casts away the towel.

"Does look good that pretty jewel in your ass, might request you wear it to the next savior meeting" he grins "our little secret, I'll enjoy watching you squirm" He chuckles. "Think you're gonna enjoy my little gift?"

"Sorry can't speak"

He laughs and lifts himself from the sofa, taking the box of toys and tray of snacks over to the bedside table, nodding for me to join him on the four poster.

"Can't walk either" I laugh

Shaking his head he scoops me up carrying me to the bed, placing me down gently and handing me a bottle of water. He lays down beside me, head propped on his arm, watching me sip the water. 

Reaching across me to the tub of rapidly melting ice cream, he kisses my neck and says in my ear

"Oh, I am in no way finished with you yet"

He grabs the tub and sits himself upright, loading up his spoon, looking at me with a dark smirk.

"Best eat up, princess. I promised to fuck you all night, and I am a man of my word"

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@chloejanedecker1 @negan-love @bychrissi @nayghtynegan @negans-attagirl

[obsessive-ego]

Green vibe

Musical Beetlejuice xfemreader

After you caught beetlejuice with your vibrator, you were mad at him, he trys to win you over with a replacement.

WARNING nsft content, voyeurism, possessed vibrator, yeah with a clueless reader

Part one

You couldnt help but laugh at the contents of the gift, a few days ago you caught your pal beetlejuice with your vibrator in his mouth, you were so upset at this breach of privacy, you decided to just ignore him, there was no point in being upset or angry with him, he never took anything seriously anyway, let alone your feelings. The rest of that day was so weird, it was like he wasnt even there, he avoided you, and you him, when Lydia summoned him back, there were no 'good byes' or warnings, just a cloud of smoke and silence, you thought nothing of this, eventually you'll forgive him, and things will be fine, but right now, you wanted to be upset.

But this, an apology gift? You honestly never would have guessed beetlejuice was capable of apologizing, let alone with a gift. You couldnt help but laugh through your nose when you saw the contents, a bright green vibrator, a little bottle of lube, and a note. As embarrassing as it is to have the ghoul pick out a sex toy for you, his heart was in the right place at least, maybe the Maitlands suggested this, the apology gift part at least, probably not the whole sex toy part.

The note though, his hand writing was a mess, but you've had professors with worse.

"Sorry I put your vibrator in my mouth, here is a brand new, NEVER BEEN OPENED one, and some lube to get the party started, PS this one is a tad bigger ;)"

'Never been opened' you inspect the package, factory seal still intact, you sigh, glancing back at the note, you blush rereading the part saying 'this one is a tad bigger' the idea of the demon remembering your old toy's size and deciding you needed a bigger one made a shiver run up your spine.

As awful and chaotic as he could be, there was a part of him that honestly ment well, despite all of his glaring flaws you honestly really liked him, he was so much fun to have around, he was funny, creative, attractive, and charming in his own gross way.

You bite your bottom lip, today was a shitty day at work, maybe you could try it out, let off some steam, but first, is the demon is question around? How did this box even get here? I mean he's magic, so, either way you do a sweep of your apartment just in case.

With the coast being clear you decide its safe. You take the toy out of its box, Beej wasnt kidding it was bigger, you sigh and take it to the bathroom to clean it.

As you busied yourself, you shiver, shrugged it off as nerves, unknown to you Beetlejuice was standing right beside you, giddy as can be, of course he made himself invisible to you. Earlier that day he begged Lydia to take him to your apartment so he could apologize to you, the teen couldnt take his whining, and caved. A few months back you gave the kid a key to your place so she could feed your cat when you were out of town for a weekend, and never really asked for it back. You didnt live too far from the Deetz, give or take a 10 minute bus ride, or a 20 minute walk, so having the goth drop by wasnt uncommon or have her drop by summon beetlejuice and leave wasnt uncommon either.

"Gonna give me a show sweetheart? You're gonna love this thing doll, I promise~" beetlejuice was buzzing with excitement, he honestly didnt think youd try it out right away, he WAS gonna jump out and surprise you and see if you accept his apology, but kinda got caught up in watching you he forgot to become visible again.

Beetlejuice watches you dry off the vibrator, he couldnt help but drool, he loved watching you work with your hands, would love to have them work on him.

Walking back into your room, you close the door behind you, you live alone, but old habits die hard. You slip out of your pantyhose and skirt, oblivious to the wolf whistles and lecherous eyes.

Sliding off your panties, you slingshot them at the laundry pile and miss, Beej couldnt help but laugh "nice try babes, you ever need a hand with aiming, I dont mind being a target~" pointing to his face.

You plop down on the bed, propping up some pillows to get more comfortable, you were kinda nervous, this thing WAS bigger then the old one, and you've been meaning to get an upgrade, but still, taking a deep breath you reach for the little bottle of lube that was included to the apology gift.

Beetlejuice was sitting on the edge of you bed watching like a hawk, he nearly screamed when he saw you pick up the tiny bottle, the vibrator was untouched, but the bottle, he couldnt help himself, he spat in the lube before boxing it up, call it a more personal touch, or an indirect kiss.

Taking another deep breath you squirt a bit of the lube onto you hand, gently apply it to your vagina, you gasp at the cold contact. The demon was drooling at this, hair an electric pink, you were using his spit, sorta, to get yourself ready for a toy HE got you, he had no idea what he did to get such a stroke of luck but he wasnt complaining.

As you lube up the toy, beetlejuice began palming himself through his pants "come on sugar, you're gonna love this, there is no way you wont forgive me after this" he purred, not that you could hear him.

You mumble a soft 'okay' as you carefully slide the toy in, you've done this multiple times before, but the fact that this was a new toy, a new size, made you a tad nervous, being stretched a little further then usual, did feel good.

"That's it Sugar, that's it, you're doing so well, you like that? Nice and thick, just like yours truly~"

you sigh, toy fully inside.

"Take your time sweets, make sure you're well adjust" the demon coos, freeing his cock from its prison.

You turn the toy on, buzzing to life, you jump and curse, even on the lowest setting it had power. After you regain your composure, you begin pumping the vibe in and out, already panting, and moaning, beetlejuice begins matching you pace for bit before picking it up.

"Alright sweetheart, its showtime"

With a snap of his fingers the vibrator begins pumping itself, matching the ghouls pace, buzzing harder then orginally set.

"What the fuck?!" You shriek, gasping and squirming, you let go of the vibe, watching it move on it's own, a weird mix of horror and arousal, what the fuck what going on?! Maybe you should have read the box, or instructions, your train of thought was interrupted by the vibrator picking up its pace, you roll your head back shouting curses and praise on how good it feels.

"You like that sugar?" The demon purrs leaning over you, as hot as it would be to fuck you proper, possessing a toy to fuck you was still incredibly sexy, and the fact that you were openly enjoying it was the icing on the cake.

"PLEASE Beetlejuice, thank you!" You scream, hips bucking hard.

The ghoul flinches, yes it was hot to hear you scream his name, but you didnt put two and two together did ya? You can be clueless at times, but...

"FUCK" you shout cumming hard.

"Already? Sweets? I'm still working on my own" he demon sighs, "I know you're a one and done type sweetheart, but today, how bout we change that?~" his voice drops to that low seductive tone that would make a shiver run up your spine, not that you could hear him.

The buzzing has stopped, the movement has stop, you lay there basking in the aftermath slowly regaining your breath, sighing, it hasnt been that good in a long while, you reach for the box the toy came in to see what was up with that setting, before you could reach the box the buzzing started again, you flinched still being sensitive from your first orgasm. Your old toy used to do that, turn on and off for no reason, so you didnt find it odd, you go to turn off and pull out the vibe, when the intensity ramps up and the pumping starts up again.

"Round 2 sugar" the ghoul coos "nice and sensitive, and soaking wet for me~" beetlejuice begins pumping his cock again, starting off slow, then gradually picking up speed, the vibrator matched his pace, Beej drooled at the sight of you, an absolute mess, because of him, hair a mess, legs shaking, flushed, on the brink of tears, he loved it, he wanted you so bad, to pound you into the mattress for real, but you were so clueless to his advances.

You were so nice to him all the time, you laugh at his jokes, let him scare whoever is dumb enough to knock on your door, yeah you two fought, but you always came around, but this time he thought he owed you a proper apology.

"Come on sugar, you look so good for me, you like that? Yeah you do, come for me sweetheart, give me all that you got" the ghoul whispers in your ear, bucking hard into his hand, the shout as the vibrator mimicked his actions, beetlejuice couldnt help but chuckle at the beautiful sounds he was getting from you.

Beetlejuice begins a punishing pace stocking his cock, he was close, could you blame him? The sight of his breather an absolute hot mess plus the noises you were making? He's surprised he lasted this long. But he needed you to come first since he was possessing the toy.

With the pace beetlejuice has set, had you shaking, "Fuck, I can't, I'm gonna-please, Beej!" You babbled

Beetlejuice has spied on you during your private time more then once, it was always music to his ears when he herd you say his name during that special time.

"BEETLEJUICE!" And with that you came for the second time, bucking your hips hard, beetlejuice came shortly after, helping you ride out the orgasm with the vibe, he slowly turned down the buzzing till it stopped completely. Once you came back down, you were quick to remove the toy, and good as it was, you were too exhausted for anymore, and feeling a tad dizzy.

"Have fun sweets?" Do you forgive me?~" Bj coos, not that you could hear, he straightens himself up, wiping his cum covered hand on his pants.

Once you're back together you finally pick up the box the vibrator came in, you sigh when you see the word 'Netherworld', that explains alot, he got this from the netherworld.

"A vibrator for the dead, dead or not, that was amazing" you sigh

Beetlejuice couldnt help but mimic your sigh, not that he needed to breath, thank god slash satan for oblivious nature.

"I guess I can forgive that dumbass" you mumble as you redress yourself, the demon still sitting on the edge of your bed does a little fist pump, mission accomplished, he'll probably reveal himself to you in an hour or so.

Staring at the freshly used vibrator while he waited for you to leave the room, hoping he'd get the chance to 'clean it for you' this time, but of course you were the tidy type, and snatched it right from under him.

Well at least you forgive him now.

Bonus

Later on that evening, You were in the kitchen making fried rice, simple but yummy, as you stirred around the contents of the pan you start to zone out.

"what's cooking good looking?" a familiar gravely voice whispers in your ear.

You nearly jump out of your skin

"BEETLEJUICE!" You shout, the demon couldnt help but laugh.

"Love that loud voice of yours sweetheart, bet it sounds great in the bedroom~" he laughs

You sigh, trying to collect any dignity you had left "when did you get here?"

"Lyd's and I were messing with your neighbors and she ditched me here, kid's today" he shrugs.

That wasnt the first time that has happened so you believe him.

"SO, did you get my gift? Did you like it? Did you take It for a spin?~" he purrs that last part wiggling his eyebrows.

Blushing hard at what he was implying, you look at your feet and mumble a quick yes.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you forgive me?~" beetlejuice's face was inches from yours, eager for the awnser he already knew. You nodded, and the demon pulls you into a tight hug and spins you around like a rag doll.

"PERFECT! So did you enjoy it?~ on a scale from 1 to me, how hot was the ride?~" he cooed finally coming to a halt.

"BEETLEJUICE!"

He laughed at your embarrased expression, he was thrilled to have his breather on his side again.

[iwadori]

hi i wanna try for ur matchup event <33

my name is qhloee its like chloe but spelled like qhloee, i use she/her and id like to be paired with a male character pls

im not rlly sure if im intro or extro im just a mix of both depending on my mood, i dont know my exact height but i think im somewhere near 5'0ft. im usually assigned as group leader in school group activities/projects and i love it. im not rlly the smartest in class but i have okay grades because i dont like studying at all but i do get serious when it comes to school i just listen to the discussion so that i dont have to study. i have a lot of friends but none im close enough to be best friends with. i think im quite carefree but not all the time i can get very serious because i like being responsible. i pull a lot of all nighters but i love sleeping i just procrastinate a lot so i feel tired almost everyday. i cry easily but i dont like being seen crying lol. I rlly like watching horror, thriller, mustery, comedy, psychological, and romance movies. im very quiet but i can get very talkative with the right person, i love cuddling and hugging. the arcade is my go to mall destination and i rlly like taking photos & videos. i often drift to sleep in the middle of the day, i love bubblegum and salted caramel flavored ice cream. my love language is acts of service, quality time, and physical touch. I dont rlly have any current hobbies but i do draw from time to time. im very straightforward sometimes and i like having things go my way so i sometimes get very bossy and serious. i wear glasses because my vision is so extremely bad and i have a resting b face but my friends say its vry different when i smile. im sometimes just sometimes sarcastic and petty depending on the situation. i like helping people with projects and assignments even if i dont get anything in return but ofcourse theres a line i dont cross. i hate getting looked down on so i get very rude but its usually mutual, im nice to people who are nice. I believe i can succeed anything that i want to, i like listening to music and im very forgetful. Even if im confident, i still need some reassurance here and there and i like peace.

i think ive written too much lol

i want a fluff scenario please,,, thank u so much writer～♡

Haikyu scenario event

Word count:500

Genre:minor minor angst,fluff

Apply for the event here

I match you with Kageyama.  

Yours and Kageyama’s relationship is like a push and pull between you both, but you always find stable ground in the end. With both of you having ‘straightforward,’ ‘bossy,’ persona’s it can be a handle for the people around however whenever you clash on certain things you always manage to find a compromise in the end. When you and Kageyama first met, he definitely commented you on your short height and other aspects about you. However, you definitely checked him on that and that was when he knew you were the one. He is attracted to your fiery personality, and he thinks you look extremely cute in your glasses.

Kageyama comforting you after you had a bad day,

You heard the door open and you quickly wiped your eyes and blew your nose to hide your tears that you were just having.

“Hey tobio,” you say forcing a smile.

“You’ve been crying,” he says, ignoring your greeting.

“No, I haven’t” you say sniffling again.

Kageyama leaves your room shutting your door, leaving you dumbfounded. You were a bit shocked but didn’t pay much mind to it since you were still upset from your bad day before. You spend the new few hours with Kageyama gone, so you decided to watch a repeat of one of your favourite thriller movies. On one of the scariest parts, Kageyama enters the house at the exact same time making you jump. “Gosh Tobio, you scared me.”

“’Sorry Qhloee” He said putting a bag on the side and taking out his contents “This is for you.” He handed you your favourite brands of salted caramel and bubble gum ice cream, to which you happily took.

“Whats the occasion Tobi?” you asks with a smile on your face, digging into the ice cream.

“Your sad.” he said simply “And when you sad, I need to make you happy so... ice cream?  

You laughed at his awkwardness but heated up at the kind gesture. From your lack of response Kageyama looked panicked and said “Did I get the wrong flavour? Do you need me to get a new one?”

“No Tobio, it’s all perfect.” You scoot over and pat the seat besides you “Now come sit down and watch this movie with me.”

“Is it a thriller movie?” he asks scowling at your nod “But I hate – fine then.” he sits on the couch and digs into the ice cream you gave him.

You guys end the movie with Tobio’s head in your lap, as you stroke through his hair explaining about your terrible day. Kageyama was a great listener he always knew when to chime in with his thoughts and opinoins and when to let you continue to speak. Before you went to bed you say “Tobio, you know we already have the ice cream in the freezer right?” to which Kageyama facepalms.

[jneth1lary]

things suck

i’ve been off this site for a while and i never had the intention of coming back. but tumblr is the only thing that is somewhat private to me and no one else except some people in my real life knows about and it seems like a right place for me to rant and i’m sure no one would actually bother about.

past 3-4 years since i started working at this place, i always thought to always give it my best efforts and my all. never said no to work if i could help it. always do extra because thats the issue with being the only staff employed. but i didnt mind due to liking the job. i am able to clock in and out a little flexibly and i like the environment. the best part was having a boss who was roughly around my age, that i can talk to frankly. i was able to tell him problems and we were friends. it felt like a great thing.

started out fine until shit hit the fan the past few months. work started coming in for two very different things. i needed to help with the setup of a new F&B outlet as my boss wanted one. all the while, i still had to do my original work which was to manage the office, ensure bills were paid on time, ensure the office staff’s items like TP, soap etc was on hand, arrange for weekly cleaner to come in and ensure they are paid their daily wage. that was only just part of my responsibilities. again, i thought “sure, i can do these things,”

boss started to employ an interior designer for the outlet. he started out fine but turns out to be a pompous arsehole. he would give a date for when some items to come in. things won’t show up on time or workers won’t show up on time. the whole debacle caused delays for my own job and coordinating with others related to the outlet including brand owners and staff.

when he needs my help, he would call me and expect me do deliver miracles on the day itself. “I need a pickup truck by 5pm today to get X from Y.”

what am i to do but call for company car just to do such things? and requesting for it at the 11th hour made things hard for everyone. still, i complied.

when he needed plants, i went around and drove him from opposite ends of the earth since 9am. and around lunch time, he didnt even have the courtesy to tell me he wants to go off for lunch. instead, he left me waiting in the car for a good half hour as he was eating his own lunch.

when i brought things up because i cannot see them, i got branded as being repetitive and unreliable. snarky comments were made like “if you tell me once, its already enough. dont have to worry about this. if i dont give you, that means its not ready.”

that may fly for normal work places but my work is reliant on him to give me things on time so i could proceed with applying for government related permits. he even had the gall to say “that permit is not needed.” this is after he owes me the renovation floor plans for 3 weeks.

all that aside, he complains about me to my boss who believes every single word he said. i got a huge scolding for not performing properly the past few months cause of this. worse is this boss made lots of personal attacks. none of them were very work related and all of them very personal.

he said the way i talk to the other staff at the outlet was mean. he said that i have an attitude problem. he said that i cant even do simple matters right but he never fully mentions what except that i’m not on time. he compared me to senior members in the company who were here for 20 years and how they were always “on the ball” and that they never let messes get to their bosses’ ears.

all the while he says things like he gave me higher salary than others despite how people dont typically give others of my position that privilege. i never asked for it and he willingly gave it to me only to hang it over my head insincerely. he also said that he helped my sister with scholarship things for her studies. to my knowledge, the fund was set up to help students and he was the one who suggested i get my sister to apply for it.

since then, i get terrible anxiety just thinking about meeting my boss. waking up in the morning, i was upset that i woke up. because that would mean i have to get into work.

work was all i could think about. even when i am off work. i can hardly have a conversation with my husband and being mentally there with him.

this has to stop.

it was during the final week of december that i decided that i had enough. no more rushing around the town to buy supplies the outlet needs. no more cleaning up after the manager who was hired but unable to perform simple tasks. (story for another time)

i’ve grown weary of actually doing more than i am asked of. i’ll do what i can and no more and less. if he chooses to fire me, i can honorably say i did my best.

this post is just a reminder of these things. so i can look back and said i did it. and i’m happier for it

[tahitianmangoes]

here’s a visa update no one asked for

backstory - my partner was trying to renew his visa when covid hit which meant that it didn’t happen in time and he is now undocumented and technically illegal. instead of being understanding about it, the government was like “well, you need to reapply but we might deport you lol” so that’s what we’ve been dealing with since april

we were able to save and hire a lawyer to help us (£1200) as we had to submit a brand new visa application (£1500 + NHS charge £1000) where my partner had to get a new passport (£25) and some certificate ive never heard of (£250)

we also had to ask a bunch of our friends to write supporting statements to verify that we are who we say we are etc etc and we ended up losing a friend through this as, although we told him that his participation wasn’t necessary and we’d understand if he felt uncomfortable, he just  ghosted us and doesn’t return our calls any more. my partner’s known him for 10 years -_-

this was all submitted in september and we didn’t hear anything until late january when my partner was asked to go to an official site to do his biometrics (which was luckily free bc since we paid for all this shit, I lost my job due to covid) it’s been radio silence since then and yesterday, the home office asked for the documentation (you can’t just send it - you have to wait for them to ask for it smh) so our lawyer is sending that tomorrow and he just called us to let us know that’s where he’s up to rn

the next step will be whether the visa is accepted or rejected

if it’s rejected, we can appeal it and it will go to court - a immigration judge will look over it and we’re hopeful that because of the atrocities happening in myanmar rn, my partner won’t be sent back - esp as he has no family there any more (and none of mine really live there any more either so they can’t help) so no one to support him or anywhere to live and rn the prospects of him being able to find a place to live or even a job out there is 0 - he’s got more chance of being shot than anything else

if the judge also rejects, that’s when trouble arises and i don’t even wanna think about that

it’s so stressful as there’s little we can do and i can’t even talk about it to my friends as almost all of them just have no fucking clue how hard it is as a foreigner here “why doesn’t he just apply for citizenship” one of my best friends said - as if applying for citizenship is as easy as poppin out for a pack of cigarettes “why don’t you just call them and explain?” - as if the home office has a fucking call centre? “why is it taking so long? if i were you I would x, y and z” most of my friends don’t understand the immigration process at all, don’t know what sort of hoops you gotta jump through or the cost of it all and the threat of being sent to a detention centre here or even deported (a personal fave was when one friend asked “where will he be deported to?” as if he gets to choose where he is sent, like it’s a mystery vacation??) most of them dont even know what sort of issues myanmar faces and Im sure some of them dont even know where it fkin is

all this unsolicited and ignorant advice is honestly driving me nuts and is one of the reasons i just dont want to talk to some of my friends rn like, im sorry if i cant be excited for your wedding but for all i know, my fiance might be deported to a country that’s under a military coup and be murdered

ffs