#i hope y'all are having a good day 💌

[celestial-sapphicss]

something really sweet happened today and i wanted to share!

so in my college (it's a 2 years course), the 1st year students of the club im in threw us a farewell party, and we were completely blown away! they all had prepared speeches for us and got us personalized gifts, it was all so sweet i almost cried! and since im also one of the heads of the club, i felt so proud and emotional!

last year, we had the worst toxic seniors to the point that i had mental breakdowns because of them, and had vowed to create a safe environment for the new students and im really happy we could do that 🥹

[deesseshesca]

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PILE 1 

Death, 3 pentacles (reverse), 10 swords 

The end of your relationship is imminent, which is necessary. Y’all sitting so far away from each other that you look like a stranger. Y’all do love each other but don’t like each other. Meaning there's good intention, respect and affection for one and other but you can’t stand each other.  They are always choosing work over you. There’s nothing you can do. A situation is going to present itself in which you have no other choice but part away and a sense of relief will come mixed with worryness. Because you will finally be free from that problem. The reality is that this connection was built on shallow foundations. You went for them because they loved their work and were well off. So you feel secure that they have their shit together which safely help you blossom some romantic feelings but you quickly realize that you need more than just a provider to feel content. WARNING: You are soon going to reach your breaking point. I feel like you come from a family of bitter women. Who loves to hold down bums and loves to walk around saying ‘’he knows where home is ‘’ knowing damn well he has 3 babies on her. Others your own mom will always choose her little bf(s) before you. So you are scared that they are going to bully you because you choose a better man yet you're unhappy. First let them, old crooked big back bitter ugly wrinkly  faces bitches rot on their own. You decided you wanted more for yourself and you went for it. Whatever their old ass bitches with no teeth are saying is more than worthless. Now you actually know what you want and need and don’t let the validation of men dictate your life. Second, babe is not because a person does not change for you that you are undeserving of success. You were not made to prove your worth. You are not going to spend you whole life changing in hope to blend with your environments for fuck sake. You think you want to be chosen but you really want to be worth it. I am here to tell you that YOU ARE. Even though you grew up in a toxic environment, you took upon yourself to do the change. You parent yourself. You took it upon you to get a degree, get a car, get an appartement (in this fucking economy) and have a enough financial literacy to vacay twice a year. You don’t even realize that u are GOALS. Your inner child is proud of you, you have no idea. Stop trying to convince others and start choosing you !

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PILE 2 

7 wands, Knight swords, 6 wands, 3 wands 

Y’all want better but are not ready for the work necessary to achieve it. I am hearing Suki saying : ‘’Obstacles … What's obstacles ? I don’t know Obstacles…’’ Bitch is not because you are ignoring the obstacle that is not standing ahead of you. Y'all are also living in  poor areas. A lot of y’all the only heritage you have is poverty. Some of y’all live in the same house, in the same neighborhood from generation to generation. Is the only thing that your family has to their name. 

You are young (less than 25 years old). You have all the energy necessary to mold your raw potential. Your family may not support you in your endeavor towards a life of financial freedom not because they have ill intent but because they do not want you to be disappointed in it. They are so used to their rough financial situation that they are even proud of it. I’m hearing: ‘’ We always make it work …’’. But I swear they will support you sooner than you think because they seriously love you. When you are going to be sitting in a place that is more comfortable you are going to inspire a lot of aunties in your life to aim for more. You are going to be the blueprint of a change in your family finances. 

FEMININE ENERGY 

You are on the way to becoming nurses. Is one of your passions because serving and helping others are the times that you feel the most appreciated and valued. I see a future of intense but not so heavy schedule, big fat check, the shopping spree and the vacay whenever however. The most important is the pouring from your patient, family patient, your coworkers and community in praise for how amazing of a human not just a nurse you are. Y’all may even have your own charity to give back especially to  the neighborhood in which you grew up in. 

MASCULINE ENERGY 

Your life has been stagnant lately and you are seriously thinking about joining the army. GREEN LIGHT. Your spiritual team is supporting you in that path. The way your brain function is going to bring a plus to the disciplinary structure of the military. That switch of career is exactly what you need. 

💌 : If you wanna know how to use your sexual energy to manifest your desire reality, you always check this audio PAC which will also unlock all the extended content.

PILE 3 

10 pentacles, 4 swords (reverse), Knight of cups, 8 pentacles 

Your energy SCREAMS influencer. Deep down in your soul all you want is peace. Y’all come from an extremely toxic household. 

Your dream reality is a happy household. Where there’s no constant screaming. Loving a supportive family of your own. A family that has an extremely strong bond that no matter what life throws at y’all, you guys come out even closer to each other. Living life with a husband/wife that doesn't mind sharing tasks. That enjoys changing the diaper, waking up early every morning to brew coffee for the both of y’all because he/she loves you and most importantly that LOVES spending time with his/hers kids. You want your home to be a synonym of a comfort place for your kids and a refuge for your partner. You want it to be your safe haven. Is not about everything going perfect but instead it is all about the constant happiness in the mundane from each member of the family. I see y’all with your hair in a bun, wearing a red t-shirt walking half asleep towards a crib of a baby girl. After leaving the warm embrace of your partner, who soon follows after you after y’all attempt to watch a movie. Even though you spend the whole day taking care of a newborn who woke up because his big brother was screaming at his video game. I’m hearing : ‘’ Sorry, mom !’’. I think that baby girl is a surprise baby because there is an age gap between your last one and her. Babe imma look deep into your eyes (as deep as the computer screen allows me), you deserve it. I know you are tired of the physical abuse you are experiencing in your family and you don’t want to stand up and speak your truth because you don’t want to end up in the system. So imma need y’all to lean on your friend. Because you need a safe place to release before that pain kills you. I feel like y’all have an amazing friend group and you need to stop focusing on the  big goal and take it step by step. I just ear you : ‘’ Who are u to tell me what to do ?’’ Answer: ‘’A bitch way more familiar with abuse than u think’’. Your life will not change overnight. You need to do a lot of healing before that reality comes to you. I know y’all are tired, everytime u build, your family fuck up. Imma tell you the way it is … they keep breaking because you allow it. When you stop seeking validation from them in a form of seeking understanding you are going to realize that you should have never sought validation from your abuser. I know that’s your parents but 2 truths can coexist trust me. Why the heck would you want validation from broken people when all you truly want is a wholesome family ? Do you take financial advice from a broke person when you want to make money ?. The sooner you are going to start living for yourself the faster that reality becomes yours. Stop thinking a man/woman is going to save you. Love won't make you see the light. Only you can bring yourself  out of your hole and then will the reward of love present itself. A lot of y’all want to be elementary or highschool teachers. I keep seeing someone strolling on tiktok, looking through ‘’ Day in the life of a teacher…’’. Some others of  y’all are actively studying towards a degree in education and the success and joy you are going to feel when walking the podium is going to be so overwhelming. Because you are the reason behind it. You are the one who put all the chances behind you to make your dream happen even though your biggest enemy was supposed to be your biggest supporter. Stay focus babe, everyone knows you deserve it more than anyone. You are the only one that seems to be missing the memo by the way you are behaving. 

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[reveluving]

a/n: while I received so many amazing thots (I'm not even joking. I'm still cooking <3), there wasn't any for Ale at all, and it didn't feel right ☝🏼🤨 so consider this a ‘reve's asks’ for our shy!wife collection! don't forget to leave some sugar!

Includes: pre-marriage (moved in together!), future mrs vargas is a little oblivious but that's okay, he loves her for it & tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

“You're so cute!” 

You were at it again.

“You're a good boy,” Smooch smooch, “Yes, you are,” Smooch, “Our best boy,” Smooch, “The most distinguished gentleman in the world.” 

On most days, he would find it adorable. Seeing you bond with his fluffy pal despite the less-than-pleasant assumptions many have of the breed. But with the recent deployment lasting longer than usual, resulting in his return just yesterday, he was practically dying to have your attention.

But it seemed like Great Dane had the same plan, even though he got to spend time with you all the time. 

You had a knack of nuzzling Hernando’s fur, especially his stomach area, on days where you found him extremely irresistible (which was always, to be honest). The pooch barely minded the lipstick stains you would sometimes leave on his silky fur, only caring about your attention more than anything.

But sometimes, Alejandro thinks he was also acting cute for you just to spite him.

He revealed himself from behind the wall, smoothing out the front of his shirt as if he had just come down from upstairs. Hernando laid on his back, enjoying your unlimited belly rubs and head smooches.

Though he and Hernando pretty much were fighting for even an ounce of you, he'd be lying if he said seeing you, sweet little you, taming a giant beast with little to no problem.

Be it a Great Dane, who turns into a baby when you're around or a muscular colonel, who worships his beloved like his life depends on it.

“Oh, Ale,” You smiled, small and shy, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him overhearing you baby-talking yet again, “Ready to head out?” 

“Si,” He grinned, reaching for your hand for a sweet kiss before whispering against your temple, “You look beautiful as always, mi amor.” 

It should've been too early to feel the burn in your face. Hell, you should've expected it, especially when he has never missed a day to compliment you.

“Thank you,” You looked down for a moment, biting down the giddy smile before meeting his eyes, “You look very handsome.” 

“For you, amor, it would be a crime not to look my best.” He replied with zero hesitation, even puffing up his chest at your praise. He tried not to let his gaze linger, but oh, how impossible it was not to appreciate how your curves looked in your dress.

“Come,” He offered to hold the leash, partially to monopolize your attention as you walked, but just as you tried passing it to him, Hernando huffed. He sat on the floor as soon as it was in Alejandro's hand, seemingly persistent about not wanting to move when he was barking at the door just moments ago. He grumbled under his breath, knowing what the canine was trying to do, “Ay, dios mio.” 

He should've seen it coming.

The deadpan on his face softened as he heard you giggle, hiding your amusement behind your hand.

“It's okay, he's probably just grumpy that we're late.” You were supposed to take him to the park nearly half an hour ago if it weren't for Alejandro's sudden need to trap you against the wall for kisses when he saw you exited the bathroom in just a towel.

And just as he suspected, Hernando jumped to his paws the moment Alejandro returned the leash in your hands.

Typical.

Still, Alejandro was able to wrap his arm around you without his pal protesting, and he took advantage of it like no other.

If one thought getting mauled by a giant dog for making a lady uncomfortable was already scary, they'd have to think again.

Now, they'd have to worry about the same dog and his tall, dark and handsome… and intimidating owner.

But each time Alejandro managed to steal your attention for a few seconds longer, Hernando tugged at the leash. Not to the point of hurting you from the suddenness or worse, causing you to fall, but enough for the man to realize the little game he was playing at.

But for just a moment, Hernando seemed distracted by the birds near the pond.

You noticed, and Alejandro most certainly did, and to his gratefulness, you unhooked the leash from his collar. Patting his head, you said, “Go on, buddy.” 

Given the green light, he immediately zoomed towards the flock, his enormous size would scare the living shit out of a grown man, let alone some pigeons. 

You were about to ask Alejandro what the two of you should do while Hernando was going crazy on his own, he took you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around you before dipping you just a little. A stark resemblance to a cheesy scene in a romantic drama. 

The first thing you thought of doing as he embraced you was to cover your face with your hands. You were growing hot at the thought of the people, who were just trying to enjoy nature, seeing the passion your boyfriend was exhibiting in public. 

The softness in the way he spoke your name, despite his deep, gruff voice prompted you to pull your hands, away, albeit slowly. His eyes held adoration, and just a hint of jealousy, you realized. Whether or not he was concealing the rest of his enviousness was unknown, but his stare was… intense, to say the least.

With one arm around you and the other holding your hand, he leaned in and almost immediately, you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours despite the possibility of being watched.

But the kiss never came. Not fully. You could feel his lips but it was nothing more than a feathery touch.

“Kiss me,” He whispered, “Kiss me, and I shall show you how much I yearn for you always.” 

Letting out a shaky sigh, you shyly closed the distance, only to gasp when he returned the kiss feverishly. Like a man starved, he held you against him like a lifeline as he shamelessly groaned in the kiss. 

But just as the passion clouded your mind, just as Alejandro was hoping to feel his lips against yours, you heard a bark.

And to your horror, Hernando was running towards the two of you at maximum speed.

Alejandro didn't waste any time, holding you to his chest while his back faced the Great Dane. Hernando body side-slammed into him, eliciting a grunt from Alejandro, followed by your squeal as your bodies tipped. 

Alejandro was quick to turn amid the fall, being the first to hit the grass while he became your cushion. 

You face planted into his chest, but it beats facing the same fate on the ground instead.

“Amor? Amor, are you okay?” He may have bore the brunt of it, but that didn't mean his worries were dispelled just yet. 

You could've gotten seriously hurt! 

Hernando had left the crime scene at this point, opting to play with the other dogs in the area, but Alejandro liked to think his buddy knew he was in trouble.

“I'm okay…” You raised your head with a tiny ‘ow’, only to begin fretting about falling on him. Thankfully, he laughed, a hearty one, the kind that you couldn't resist smiling at.

“I'm fine, don't worry,” Alejandro turned his head to the right, prompting you to follow his line of gaze. Hernando was having fun with a Pug and even an orange cat. One wouldn't have guessed he was the culprit of you and Alejandro's current state, “I guess he really is mad about us being late.” 

You traced your fingers along his chest, “That's your fault.” 

“Oh? I don't think you were very innocent either.” He teased back, not bothering to move his hands that were resting on your back, “But can you blame me? I can't let ‘Nando take up all of your attention, now that I'm back.”

“He's just feeling playful, now that you're back.” 

“More like a pain in the ass,” He mumbled, only to let out a painless ‘oof’ when you smacked his chest with an ‘Ale!’. He grinned, showing off his pearly whites as a way to say he was not sorry before gripping you tighter for a bear hug, “Come here!” 

He paid your squeaks and whines no mind, just content to be the one kissing you and making you laugh at that moment.

And though he'd have a little word with Hernando about nearly getting you hurt, he'd also like to say one thing.

“Thanks, hermano.”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[blank-house]

I've played through most of the revamped demo (still gotta check some other dialogue differences tho) and I ADORE IT SO MUCH!!!!! After playing through the original demo, I didn't think I could possibly love Keyframes more, yet here we are!!

One of my favorite changes was definitely Jamie's introduction. It was super cute while also showing more of the downside to Jamie's popularity!!.....BUT THE LAUGH CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD LMAO In a good way tho <33

(I'm also not sure if it was intentional, but I noticed a Percy laugh made its way into the demo along with Jamie pfft)

All in all, I loved it sooooo much and can't wait for the extended demo to drop!!! Super proud of the team, y'all have done amazing so far <3 — Hallow 💌

oh, we're so glad it came off the right way!

making sure that jamie came across the way that we wanted him to was a big priority in the rehaul of the initial otojam demo, which marina's alluded to! i'll say on our end that it was and remains fairly significant to us that jamie isn't just the campus boyfriend because we say he is. he's the campus boyfriend and we want to make sure that it shows in the text for better or worse that this is the case!

i think of his little giggle every day.

i mourn it.

we're glad to hear you and others are so excited to see the extended demo! the enthusiasm will get us over to the other side! hopefully sooner than later. hope you have a nice day!

[openminded-freak]

i really like your Sleepy!Reader one!! i was wondering if you could do that but specifically with Eddie?

Eddie x Sleepy!Reader

This one will be in the form of headcannons because I'd like to try those out lol, hope that's alright

💌 When you first moved to the neighborhood, Eddie would always catch you napping at some point while he was out delivering mail. Sometimes you'd be snoozing on a bench, sometimes against a tree, or just straight up in the grass

💌 He'd stop to say hi and maybe small talk but would carry on with his route, his deliveries were important to him after all

💌 But over time, he'd stop more often and for longer spans of time. It was interesting to him as someone as someone who was always up and about to see you just.. vibe

💌 Eddie thought you were kinda cute when you were sleeping too.

💌 Not that he didn't think you were cute when you were awake! But you just looked so carefree and peaceful when asleep

💌 It got to the point that, if he didn't have a lot of mail to deliver, he'd even sit with you.

💌 He ramble on about his day and his job while you leaned against him or used his lap as a pillow

💌 You'd actually make an effort to listen too, you'd only be half-asleep

💌 He didn't mind either way, you were good company

💌 One day he asked if you'd like to accompany him while he delivered mail.

💌 "Don't worry, Neighbor! If you get too tired to walk, I can just carry you on my back!" "Wouldn't I be too heavy though..?" "Aw, don't be silly. I could carry you all day, no sweat!" And that he did

💌 You two were seldom seen without each other after that. You were either walking with each other or you would be napping while riding piggy-back

💌 Eddie would confess his feelings with a love letter, of course. Hand-written and personally delivered. He'd get nervous though and fumble with it before actually handing it to you

💌 You'd give him a lazy grin in return and a kiss on a nose, returning those feelings

💌 No one would be surprised either, tbh they kinda thought y'all were already a pair

[dear-indies]

Good day Cat and sometimes Mouse! I'm coming to you not only because y'all do an excellent job but also because y'all have helped me before.

So here's the thing, I'm stumped on this fc that I've had in mind for a while. She's in her mid-twenties, Latina, I wanna say she's the town's sweetheart, aloof but has a good heart. Thanks in advance!

Cierra Ramirez (1995) Mexican, Colombian.

Haskiri Velazquez (1995) Dominican and Puerto Rican.

Eva De Dominici (1995) Argentinean.

Coty Camacho (1995) Zapotec Mexican - is pansexual.

Marina Moschen (1996) Brazilian.

Alba Baptista (1997) Brazilian [Portuguese, possibly German and other].

Vanessa Silva Sperka (1997) Venezuelan / Slovak.

Amanda Arcuri (1997) Argentinean and Italian.

Fiona Palomo (1998) Mexican.

Joanna Pincerato (1998) Mexican, Swedish, Italian, and Syrian - has spoken up for Palestine!

Isabella Gomez (1998) Colombian.

Esmeralda Soto (1998) Mexican.

Julia Dalavia (1998) Brazilian.

Kayla Maisonet (1999) Puerto Rican / Ashkenazi Jewish.

Lisette Olivera (1999) Mexican.

Alycia Pascual-Peña (1999) Afro Dominican.

Lee Rodriguez (1999) African-American / Mexican.

That's so sweet of you!!! I hope these help you out again. 💌

[winryrockbellwannabe]

27/november - finally giving up on dop

so... maybe i disappeared for a bit.... again

life has been chaotic, this is the first time this last couple of weeks i was home and "all done" (had dinner, dressed in my pjs) before 10 pm.

you're so right, zuko, it is rough.

anyways:

💌 so, the reason my weeks have been so chaotic is that one of my uni best friends is being super complicated about this group work and acting like a real asshole. not only this is being super hurtful to me, bc we used to be super close and now we can barely stand to look at each other, but also is making me super stressed bc i dont think the way our group project is going is any good. so yeah, ive been super tired and overwhelmed bc of this, hence why i havent posted

on other news, i made plans to meet with my best friend in december, so im super happy about that, and my sister bought me this super nice jacket ive been wanting for ages :)) - (we usually cant wait for christmas to give each other our presents lol)

📓 academically, things have been okay. not many tests rn, but my professors are takinda ages to give out the grades, which is making it hard to organize my exams calendar, bc idk which tests i have to retake.

☕ overall, ive just been so stressed bc of this. but this last couple of days ive made my peace with it, that maybe things wont ever be the way they were, which is okay bc it's for the best of our mental sanity lol

now im going to study radiations (physics in nuclear medicine) for a bit and work on my lab report.

<3 hope y'all had a great day, dont forget to rest a bit and drink water!

[strongheartneteyam]

💌 A messy open letter/life update to my moots, readers and followers (?)

MY LOVES MY ANGELS HI!!!

IM SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING Y'ALL FOR SO LONG my kitten is just now healed enough (not fully healed yet. she still has sutures) for me to be able to let her walk around the room and play by herself without being too dangerous for her health and I FINALLY was able to sleep more these last 4 days (I didn't talk to ANY of my friends for 3 days bc all I could do was sleep - even during the day, like, a lot - watch movies n read a bit (books, not fanfiction)/study neuroscience and anatomy a bit) so, now, I'm only like 70% recovered from so much sleep deprivation (being an amateur nurse for a spayed kitten and also doing house chores, mostly by yourself, ain't easy) and I've been logging in here for like only 30 minutes up to a maximum of like 1 hour or so, and not even everyday, just editing some stuff on my posted fanfiction/checking my notifications, messages, asks and OMG you guys are AMAZING!!! So much love that I'm receiving, from moots, readers, followers or even people who I don't think follow me but they support my works somehow, even after me being gone for this long while... IM SO THANKFUL AND MOVED!!! I love this fandom SO MUCH! I have no words!! I've been in many fandoms in my life and the Avatar one is by far the most supportive, peaceful - to a certain extent - and full of good energy and love! I PROMISE I will get to answer y'all soon enough!

And about the talk that's been going on about the fandom dying, DONT U WORRY MY BABIES, MOMMA VICTÓRIA AINT GOING NOWHERE! Speaking for me, at least, this tall blue aliens obsession is NOT something temporary! I'll be writing my lil stories for y'all forever, if I'm able to (lol) 🤍 I've loved Avatar since the first time I watched the 2009 movie, back when it was released and I was a child, and now that I'm a grown woman in her 20s, I still feel such a big connection to this fictional universe, in a literal spiritual level. I was a pagan/had a witchy/nature based spirituality for years of my life, tho I'm not pagan anymore, since I slowly realized I never truly believed in the pagan gods and magick, but, instead, I just see God in nature and see it as sacred and something that should be respected and taken care of, instead of destroyed. I also have indigenous heritage from my great grandmother, love my indigenous culture, live in a small town, next to the countryside, always felt crazily connected to nature and the Universe and been deeply fascinated by space, aliens, sci-fi, fantasy, always been called a "hippie" by people, either to tease me playfully or to try to make me feel bad for being a bit too much like Kiri Sully (istg me and Kiri are one and the same) so, this fandom serves me JUST RIGHT 😅🫀✨🌱👽💕 I'm here to stay and I WILL help keep this wonderful fandom alive!!! 💖

Anyways... I feel like I already "talked" way too much lol I'm wordy, sorry ��� but that's one of the reasons I can write well, so... it's got its bad and its good side ahaha

Speaking of writing, I have like 6 to 7 chapters of Realize where you belong saved (only need to edit and fill in some gaps) bc, even in the middle of so much physical and mental working, I'VE BEEN SO BLESSED with inspiration and been able to write A LOT lately, in the wee free time I've been having, so... if you're reading this fanfiction, I might be updating it later today or tomorrow!

Hope you're all doing good and taking care of yourselves! I've been trying to! I LOVE Y'ALL TO THE MOON AND BACK 💘

With love, your messy and a bit crazy but honest and caring fanfiction writer,

Victória ♡

[sebsxphia]

hi seb!! first off, congrats on 3.5k!! so well deserved love and those pieces were absolutely amazing <3 and with that, i come bearing horny bradley thots :)

like the man doesn't just like kissing or nipping at your neck. he's straight up like, licking you in a depraved way, like he's starved (i just love that we think he's like. extremely filthy sometimes whew!) and literally taking every chance to be sexual with you. like you bend over and he'll smack your ass or grab your hips against him and whisper the filthiest things to you and go about his day like he didn't just do that. and he loves to do that upside down deepthroat thing with you (i've been seeing this a lot lately 😭 when your head is hanging off the bed idk if that makes sense) and has so many polaroids of his dick in your mouth 🫣

speaking of being on camera! he's fucking you and he's like "you're so pretty you should see how good i look in you" and you tell him to take a picture and video and he goes a little feral at that :) and those videos keep you company when he's on deployment, and even some solo ones of him hehe :) (because sometimes he gets a little huffy about your twitter videos and now you have your own collection with him spilling out of you)

okay and one more (sorry this is so long...hehe...long 🤭) but watching porn with him and he's fingering you (or just on y'all on your own) and just going insane and bucking up into him and you tell him that you've never been able to get off like that because your hands are small and he's like oh? and lets that absolutely go to his head because yes his hands are huge and he's made you cum like at least 3 times from his fingers alone after that <3

okay i think we're done here...didn't mean to go off the deep end i've just been thinking of him A LOT - ☔

i- i- OH MY GOD

oh my goodness me, my beloved anon! you spoil me with these thoughts! thank you so much for your well wishes and i’m so pleased to hear you enjoy the pieces 🥹

but now, your thots and thoughts. the position with your head hanging off the edge of the bed whilst you suck bradley off, yes please. bradley would grunt when he feels the tip of his cock slide down your throat and he has to be quick to snap a Polaroid before he comes. i couldn’t agree more with taking so many photos and videos of you away with him too!

and the fingering! fuck me! no because you’re so right my beloved anon. my lil hands just can’t do it and i need a big, strong pilots hands :( he’s so cocky that he can make you come like that, and multiple times.

but then the honey, honeybee and bear! oh! my heart! he’d have a little tattoo of a bee or a honey pot for you and a little tattoo of winnie the pooh for your little girl.

i love, love, love these my beloved anon! thank you so, so much for these wonderful thots and thoughts! i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day, mwah! 💌💗

[baladric]

For the writer ask meme!! 🎀 🪄 💌 (I wanted to ask everything but I showed restraint- if 3 is too many just do one or two ok love yooouuu)

hey i LOVE u :')

fic writer ask meme!

🎀 Give yourself a compliment about your own writing

oh boy hmmM well hey there little guy, you sure can write a sentence that punches people in the face!!!!! and you're very good at naming ocs, and your worldbuilding gets lusher and lovelier every time you sit down with it!!!

🪄 What is your post-writing/sharing aftercare? How do you take care of yourself or celebrate yourself when you've finished a fic?

answered here!

💌 Share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

i say it a lot and i KNOW y'all always tell me to hush but i feel SO BAD that all i ever wanna talk about is pirate au, and yet there's nothing out here for anyone to READ!! STILL!!! nearly a year later!!!!! but it's so in progress, and it only gets better, and i literally cannot wait to tie off the first draft and start the editing pass to make it cohesive from the start—at which point we'll start posting it! like post as we edit kind of a thing!!

so. i mean. UH. HERE'S A FUCKIn PREQUEL PIRATE FICLET IN ITS ENTIRETY a;ldkfjwl;f shhhhh nobody tell celebros i shared her xmas present before we posted the fic (jk she reads my tumblr)

He did not know why he was surprised, but all told, it took a good long while for sailing to become fun. He had theories, of course—six years of running wild with only Freja to impose a schedule had evidently done a number on his habits—and now there were work shifts to keep track of, and problems to solve with only one right answer (“When in doubt, call for Sozu or Arnezha or Iölo or me or literally anyone other than Sinker, I beg of thee, darling.”) There were knots to learn—a startling discovery, as he had thought he knew them all already—and terminologies and what do you mean, there are two ships?

Simply put, it was a lot, and Maia took care not to harbor regrets, but it was occurring to him in drips and drabs that this was maybe a teeny tiny little bit of a mistake. That, perhaps, Shaleän had been right, and he was not necessarily cut out for the sailing life. That maybe Paris had had a point when he hinted that Maia could have been of just as much help (if not more) at home, with Freja.

He was tired and he was sore in places he hadn’t known he owned and he missed his warm little bed in Freja’s warm little cottage and this was all just so strange. Idolatry was a child’s game in which he had seriously overinvested, and now it was like being struck over the head to realize that Shaleän on her gilded pedestal was a criminal—a pirate, the King of pirates.

He’d had an inkling, of course, but it was one thing to fantasize about his rake of an aunt, the glint of her saber raised in the battle cry, and another to stumble across a frightened goblin child in the same cargo hold in which he himself had hidden not two days before, her hair shorn in a servant’s crop and one of her ears notched in a clear sign of past cruelty. It had been another thing entirely to calm her down and bring her to Shaleän, propped on his hip, his collar still damp from her tears, and learn that she was part of a matched set squirreled away in a secret room on the ship, and that her mother was as yet too deep in the megrims that sometimes stole over a person whose situation has taken a sudden, hopeful turn to keep a proper eye on her michen.

Was this smuggling? Soul trafficking?

“No,” Shaleän had said, her frown heavy and fitting far too well on her face; lines Maia had attributed solely to her broad, bright grin suddenly made more sense. Frown lines. Scowl lines, like wheel ruts worn into the hard-packed earth of her. “It is liberation, Maia. We offer what freedom is available in this blighted world to the people who need it most, and my only regret is that I cannot give it to everyone suffering under the weight of man’s cruelty and greed.”

So, he was… adjusting, one could say. In light of the insistence with which he had forced his way into this world—onto Shaleän’s ship, into Shaleän’s so-called business—he found this struggle to be more than a little embarrassing.

It was not fun—it was work. Good work. Work with an undeniably positive influence on the world, regardless of who might label the unlicensed liberation of indentured servants a crime.

Maia brought a smile to the fugitive Min Pallared’s face within an hour of meeting her properly (And Cstheio Cairei, was the hold in which they hid their refugees small) and it was work, but he felt that spark of light as a tectonic shift in the bedrock of his soul. Paris was wrong—he could help here, without a sword. And so he did it again with their next lot of escapees—a family of Telvar, whose anxious tails and too-wide eyes made Maia sick to his stomach in the imagining of the lifetime of cruelty required to so damage them. They reminded him too much of himself, those first few months away from Edonomee, and when he laid in his hammock between shifts and caretaking duties, he could not help but sink into gruesome thoughts of what he himself would have become, had he been left to Setheris’ cruel hands for a lifetime.

It was work, to be sure, but he had never felt so alive as he did in those first months aboard that two-faced ship.

All around him were people, storied and vibrant, and he doubted he would ever tire of cracking them open, that they might tell him of their families, their dreams, lost loves and the folklore that belongs to single blood lines. Sozu Khalamar and his grandmother’s insistence on the ill omens of curdling milk. Sinker Shipsblight and the long string of willful calamities that had earned him his moniker, and the respect of Paris. Iölo Marin and her repeating dream of sprouting wings to fly away from everything she had ever known.

And, of course, there was the music. He had not expected the music.

Sometimes, as they drew to the end of a hard sail, Paris would turn a blind eye to the halving of the usual night shift in favor of a sleepy skeleton crew abovedecks, and everyone else would retreat to the ship’s galley and drain the last kegs of ale dry. It was a raucous thing, everyone thoroughly soused, and then someone would start singing—Sinker, usually, lusty and loud as the south wind.

The repertoire were things Maia had heard before, having spent nearly half his life in sailing communities: rowing songs, shanties, bawdy ballads. He knew the tunes to most of them, if not the lyrics—and the ones he did not know came to him quickly.

Almost six months on, he felt he had nearly gotten the hang of it all. He could scale the mizzenmast in sixty seconds, rarely got tangled up in all the different words for wind, and could wail a bawdy drinking song with the best of them.

They had just finished one such song, and Maia’s cheeks were hot with drink and the youthful embarrassment of singing about breasts with a zealous lot of sailors on a dry spell and a trio of especially fervent marnai. He was fully considering tapping out from the excitement of it all, when someone cried over the merry shouting of the men, “Let’s have Maia lead one!”

The roar that rose at the idea was a thing of beauty. It sped Maia’s pulse, for he doubted that even an ocean’s worth of ale could fake such unmistakeable delight. The clamor rang of something like acceptance, and Maia was helpless to resist the hands that chivvied him to stand atop the swaying table.

Someone pressed a fresh flagon of ale into his hand, and he heard shouts of “Let’s have it, lad!” and “Put thy chest into it, sprout!” as well as a clangor of song requests—and, so dizzied, Maia startled himself as much as everyone else by belting out the opening call of his favorite shanty:

“Ye nations have your princes, you kingdoms have your kings,

But we who set to sail the sea

Bow only to the Wind!”

Laughter and cheers of recognition met the first bit of the tune, and though his voice shook with sudden nerves at the start, by the time he reached the chorus, he had built to a jubilant shout. He raised his flagon as all joined in the singing.

“So follow me, lads,” the crew of the Glorious Dragon wailed as one voice, and Maia stomped the tabletop with all his might.

“‘Fore he storms upon the fray!

Corat’ will whip you down to dust

And blow you straight away!”

The beating of fists and stomping of feet raised the beat of The Ballad of King Corat’, and Maia did not think he had ever smiled as hard as he did then, singing of his legendary aunt, the King of Pirates.

“The baron sees no bloodshed, the emperor no rain,

But the Serpent King who skims the sea

Reigns only over pain!”

The men howled, and a jostling in the crowd caught Maia’s attention—the crew shifting to give Shaleän, Corat’ herself, space as she waded towards the table, her grin a rakish slash of white in the warm dimness of the galley. Maia beamed and reached to haul her up beside him, and they stomped out the chorus together, arms around shoulders.

“So follow me lads!

‘Fore we heel to his domain!

Corat’ will crush us down to dust

And rinse us down the drain!”

“Your krakens and your sirens,” Maia sang, thrilled as Shaleän joined him, her voice rough and far from tuneful.

“Your leviathans and all

Know better than to raise a hand

To Cruelty the Squall!”

She clashed her flagon to his, dousing them both thoroughly in ale, and Maia did not know if he had ever been so happy in his life. It was such a simple feeling, yet so large that it brimmed over all of his shakily sketched borders, rendering him a jubilant creature in Shaleän’s tight grip.

“So follow me, lads!

‘Fore he finds us in a pall!

Corat’ will strike us down to dust

And spell a fell downfall!”

And so they sang and stomped and crowed for the whole sprawl of verses, telling a blazing tale of Shaleän’s conquests—and her pressed to his side all the while, loud and calamitous and alive alive alive. The both of them, so very, wildly alive.

Maia’s voice was shot by the end and his blood ran hot with a palpable sense of belonging unlike anything he had ever felt. Joy, repeating. Life, glorious and wretched and reeking of too many people in too small a space.

Shaleän embraced him then, like she knew what brilliant cacophony was brewing in his chest. Like it was the work of her life to hold him in one piece, whether the shaking be a thing of joy, or of grief.

“I love thee, my heart,” she murmured for him alone. “More than every jewel in thy Lady’s starry sky.”

“Oh,” Maia said—a silly thing, for he had long known the timbre of his aunt’s love. It was only that having this talented, determined crew respond to him with nothing but delight in their collective voices had stripped him raw, and it brought to the surface that little part of him that still curled into a protective ball when he slept. And that part was ever so hungry for all Shaleän and her crew offered.

“I love thee, too,” he replied, squeezing her tight enough that she gave a little Oof of surprise. “More than the whole sea.”

“More than the mermaids?”

“More than every blessed fucking fish in the place.”

Their laughter was lost beneath the clamor of their crew, which was just fine with them.

[driftingmoonmenace]

💌💐💖 Happy Valentine's Day!! 💖💐💌 Sending all of y'all lots of chocolate, candy, and good vibes and I hope you have a good day today!! 💕

[allylikethecat]

ally!! the way i ran to ao3 as soon as i saw the ducklings update…i am in love with this fic and simultaneously bewildered at how you have managed to pull me into a genre of fic that i have avoided for years.

it is a testament to your writing and the way you write our poor fictional!matty. he is really going through it and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t enjoying it slightly 🫠 (as someone with my own knee problems i have to say i appreciate that fictional!matty also has to suffer the same ailments as i do lol)

speaking of fictional!matty not having a good time, i saw the wip you posted for the equestrian au and am very excited for that next update too!!!

back to ducklings tho..i cannot WAIT for fictional!matty and fictional!george to have a grownup discussion as i anticipate that the angst will be unmatched. i also love me some fictional!ross for calling them both on their shit as he should. i once again thank u for your service and the absolute delight that is these tuesday updates 🫡

yours,

— 💌

Ahhh hello my dearest 💌 anon!! I hope you are well!

Thank you so much for giving Ducklings a chance in the first place, especially with it not being a genre of fic that you don't enjoy (and usually actively avoid!) Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing 🩵 I have so much fun crafting these little stories, and I'm so happy that y'all are enjoying them as well (and I hope that I've been able to continue improving the craft!) I also love putting Fictional!Matty through it (every day is the new worst day of his life lol)

Also knee problem peeps unite! Why are knees both so important and also so fragile?! We should have evolved into a better design by now lol I do hope both your knee/knees, Fictional!Matty's knee/knees and my own personal funky knee start to trend at least a bit into the better direction (yes, I know they're knees so it's unlikely BUT being overly positively optimistic at times is half my charm lol maybe we can all get a deal on cortisone shots together- Matty call me I know a cortisone shot guy (my orthopedic lol))

AHHH thank you so much for also giving the equestrian AU a chance and for your support on that one! It is so incredibly self indulgent, and I have SO MUCH FUN working on it, because I am the definition of annoying horse girl lol Making fictional!Matty and fictional!George horse BOYS brings me the most amount of joy lol I'm hoping to have the next update ready on Friday! I've just decided to make a few tweaks to the chapter 😊

Hehe this is Fictional!Matty we're talking about, so it's gotta get worse before it can get better! Fictional!Ross is like omfg though, he's got it coming from both sides lol

I apologize in advance, I'm not going to have an update next Tuesday February 20 or next Friday, February 23. I'm going to be out of the country to work and I don't want to be stressing about finishing a chapter / posting it while also trying to bond with me new coworkers lol BUT after that we should fully be back to our regularly scheduled programming / schedule 😊

Thank you so, so very much for reading, your support and alway sending the most lovely of messages 🥰 I greatly appreciate it and hope that you are having the absolute VERY BEST week!

❤️Ally

[reveluving]

If requests are still open I have one... Graves is having sex with his wife, and Price is watching them and he touch himself 😈 And his wife notice that Price is there but she can't say it to Graves because he makes her moan so much with his dick buried into her.

Are you TRYING TO KILL ME??? BECAUSE THANK YOU?? FAWK. 💀

Includes: wall s~mut (minors DNI!), soft (& slighly mean)!graves, mentions of nude polaroids, voyeurism & exhibitionism, licking, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

Being invited for dinner by the Phillip Graves was not on their bingo card.

Not that they didn’t like him, he was a good sport, almost like a brother, as evidenced by the good-humoured banter he has with them, especially with Johnny or Alejandro. But if he didn’t always go “can’t wait to see m’wife after this shit ends” every time they work together, then they would’ve assumed he was a casual hookup kind of guy.

So to be proven wrong when he took a polaroid of you—you hugging Kai, who was sulking at the doorway as it rained—out of his pocket, along with the silicone wedding band around his finger, well, it was safe to say they were pretty surprised. 

The SFW polaroid, of course, not the other ones.

Those were for his eyes only.

The invitees included the 141, then Laswell, along with Alejandro and Rudy, who were in town for work. God bless Graves for being ahead of them with the accommodations, not far from his house.

And as their day offs rolled around, you, on the other hand, got to work.

As usual, you did an amazing job with the food, from the proteins that he’ll help you cook once the party starts, down to the endless amounts of sides to choose from—the kinds that were both filling and bursting with flavour, an instant approval from the Southern blood in him. Somewhat enough to ease your worries about your hard work not being enough.

Meeting you had them wondering how a man like Graves managed to put a ring on a sweetheart like you. But the heart eyes they would catch in his eyes every time you were close by told them everything they needed to know about just how much he cares about you.

Of course, none of you could ever forget Kai, already rushing over to you at the front door when he thought he was going to go for a walk, only to perk up even more at the sight of more people.

More people meant more pets!

But back to the two of you; seeing you work together, balancing, with Graves’ more outgoing personality and you being soft-spoken yet perceptive, especially with his friends’ plates, it was all so… homey. No worries, no strategies, just smiles and laughs and gossip. 

After dinner, just as Graves expected, the team was astounded by your backyard patio—the perks of being married to a florist. The comfortable outdoor sofa and the small yet charming garden arrangement; everything well taken care of, plus the string lights added to the comfortable aesthetic feel, especially by nightfall. 

It took little effort to keep the conversation rolling, in addition to the snacks you had prepared with the beers. 

“I’ll be right back.” You whispered before kissing his cheek hastily, much to his amusement. You took your leave, only to scurry away at the door when he winked at you, uncaring at the thought of his friends catching his displays of affection.

But seeing his girl getting along with his friends so well? Her warm smile? Her cute little attempt to hide her laugh behind her hand? Putting her heart and soul into her cooking and her hospitality in general, despite your bashfulness?

Well, it was only fair to say thank you.

Graves-style.

Not even ten minutes after you entered the house, he stood up.

“I’m gonna check on the missus for a bit,” He waved his hand at them without looking as he headed to the sliding door, “You guys hang ‘round.”

And then, Price felt the need to stand on his feet, but not before scratching behind Kai’s ears one last time before the pooch moved to Gaz for more pets.

Price excused himself, saying he needed to splash his face a bit. He’s not drunk, far from it, but it has been a while since he’s had a relaxing time like this. And like the rest of the crew, he was not willing to miss out on the coziness of your home.

But the surprises never stopped when he heard a squeak, your voice unmistakable, just before he could turn the corner, where the kitchen, then the guest bathroom were. 

He didn’t dare to take a look at first.

“Phil!” He heard you yelp, followed by a drawn-out moan that you were trying to suppress in your husband’s shoulder. 

But fuck, your voice was so tantalizing.

Price held his fist against his mouth with his eyes closed, unsure if he was trying to drown out the sounds or put more focus on it. Then, his ears perked up at the squelching in between the fast-paced pistoning of Graves’ fingers in and out of your pussy.

The captain’s morality began to chip away, going just as insane as his friend when he chuckled evilly in your ear.

“Gettin’ a lil’ shy, pretty girl?” He didn’t make it any easier for you when he licked a large stripe up your throat, “S’alright, they’re just enjoyin’ themselves back there. ‘S just you and me.” 

You were already whining, albeit muffled as you bit your bottom lip as he held you up against the wall. With the way he was slapping your entrance, watching you with a knowing smirk, you knew he wasn’t going to hold back.

And as embarrassing as it was for Price to admit, he was thankful for it. Pumping his cock in his hand, following the same rhythm as the wet slaps of your hips. Your moans were just as hypnotic, short gasps and mewls every time Graves thrust back into you deeply. His tongue licked up the thin perspiration gathering on your exposed skin. 

Price was precise with his peeking, only doing so whenever he heard your muffled voice—when he was certain you were resting your head against his shoulder or even kissing him.

Those pretty lips.

But in the midst of his pleasure, he wasn’t careful enough, cursing under his breath while holding his firm grip on the tip of his cock when he heard you gasp, no doubt catching sight of him when he hid back behind the wall.

And yet, his feet were too heavy to move. Glued in his spot.

Praying to see more of you. Hear more of you.

Literally anything more.

“P–Phil,” Your nails massaged across your husband’s scalp, a silent plea for him to listen.

But you were too cockdrunk to even think about stopping him, let alone attempt to say a single word.

“Hm?” He hummed against the crook of your neck nonchalantly, slowing down his pace, but bottoming out just as deep to hear to whine, “Want me t’stop, baby?”

No. No no no. 

He couldn’t hear you, not with your incoherent babbling, but if you thought he didn’t understand what you were trying to say, oh, you couldn’t be any more wrong.

He wasn’t blind to the lingering looks some of the men gave you, not especially the captain’s. And though he had always known Price as ‘old-fashioned’ with his manners, he’d be stupid enough to think his courteousness with you didn’t mean anything more. 

But who could blame him? You were one in a million.

And when he, too, caught sight of the familiar figure before it hid behind the wall, he knew his suspicions were correct. 

And unless you told him to stop, to use your safeword, he wouldn’t even dream about pulling out. Not until he gets to feel it clench and quiver against him. To see your cum, both yours and his, dripping, even after he’s pulled your panties back up.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart,” He held your chin, a mix between a coo and a sneer. He snapped his hips once again, drawing a sputter out of you, “Do you want me t’stop?”

His smirk grew when your eyes darted sideways, knowing Price was still there, watching you being unravelled and ruined, then humming in delight when you finally answered.

“No.”

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[thisliminalspacedaydreams]

Greenie and Mar GREENIE AND MAR

I got the alert for the new fic and I can't read it right now but I'm going feral. Like. Absolutely fucking buck wild. The tags?? The SUMMARY?? THE TITLE?? I'm vibrating out of my goddamn skin!! I just know once I get the chance to read it, it's going to make my fucking week, probably my whole damn year. I'm so. freaking. excited! Anywho, just wanted to yell about it for a second. Also, there's a chance I'll be back to yell some more. Hope you're having a good day!

@greenvlvetcouch we got mail 💌

We're having a good day so far, so thank you! Green woke up this morning, "pssst" me and hit post, and then we panicked for a bit and now I'm gonna go to bed and they're gonna go do Saturday things.

We had a LOT of fun writing this one. We have bigger and different things we're also working on, but life put a wrench in the plan and wanted to drain us of energy, so this was our way of giving y'all something to munch on while we rearrange life.

But much projects, much ideas, lots of writing, the Playground is alive and well (and of course, we each have our little things going on. Green is busy with the rosekiller (which btw is so fucking good that last chapter??? Barty is such a pathetic, endearing loser and I love him, Evan's a lucky guy) and I'm apparently doing aliens now. So you know, just fanfic things).

I'm glad you're excited, we are ALSO EXCITED.

We'll drop the final chapter in time for Christmas, to give y'all something to look forward to.

[bauhinia-transcribed]

Hi y'all! My name is Saph (23, they/them pronouns), and welcome to my pinned post! Figured it was about time I made one 😅

This is my main blog, which is (mainly) based on queue. I also have a public side blog where I just post soft yearning stuff @sunriseandbrowneyes, and a semi-private nsfw blog (mutuals may ask for it in my DMs).

Expand the post to see a list of my tag links and their explanations!

My (hopefully) exhaustive personal tags list:

#adorable 🥺: my cute tag. I don't use this one frequently nowadays

#artistry in motion: used to highlight aesthetic experiences. often gets associated with videos of (music/dance) performances, making-of videos, or nature

#dear no one: based off the song by Tori Kelly. an open letter to my future partner, or posts that describe how I hope my experience with them will be like

#friend shaped: my tag for cute animals or creatures. will often get tagged with the specific type of animal if it is common enough (the only exceptions to this are "kitty" for all felines big and small, and "puppy" for dogs)

#gender™️: often used for posts where people talk about their experience with their gender. not necessarily a gender envy tag (though I am planning to make one if I see a post that is worthy)

#how to do life better: my life hacks / adulting tag. posts that explain how to go through life more easily

#gorgeous💕: people I find hot, sexy, handsome, and/or pretty. sometimes this will also be paired with a 😳😳😳 in the tags (the more 😳 the more I'm captivated by their looks)

#how to tag?: used for when I'm reblogging something that doesn't have a defined associated tag in my tag library. also serves as an "ask to tag"

#it's a day!: used for when tumblr decides to make a day special (like Wet Beast Wednesday or Out of Touch Thursday). also used for holidays sometimes

#knowledge tag: used for when a post teaches me something new. it could be about the most specific/"useless" topic in the world, but all knowledge is valuable to me

#letters to past me 💌: reminders that I wish younger me knew. things to keep in mind when I go through and experience life

#penguin pebbling: my general tag for when I tag other users, or all of my mutuals. will almost always say who I'm addressing, either in the post or in my tags

#psychic damage: what it says on the tin. basically anything that makes me go "wtf 😃" or "I hated that 😃"

#reminders of life: posts that remind me of the joy of living, or of humans doing good things

#reminders of love ❤️: posts that remind me that love is out there in all its wonderful abundance. applies to familial, platonic, and romantic love

#saph laughs (previously #here for a good time 😂, but since edited): my laugh tag, before I knew "laugh tag" was a thing. used for things I find funny

#saph speaks: used for when I talk about myself in the tags

#saph scribbles: used for when I write within the main body of a post (not just tags); will also be used if I'm adding something to someone else's post

#shit we should care about: discussions of important topics around the world. includes current events normally. will also talk about various forms of bigotry and how they manifest or are experienced by individuals. will often get a subsequent tag on the topic or bigotry discussed

#sighs yeah: one of two things. either I'm yearning or I'm talking about a relatable moment, but in the 😔 way

#stories less told: posts that talk about lesser known individuals and their actions that I think we should highlight

#thank you haiku bot: posts that I've found from haiku bot. oftentimes will not have haiku bot's rb kept in

#vibes ✨️: posts that I find relatable

#thanks tumblr blaze: posts that I've seen via blaze

#things that make me go hmm: what it says on the tin. starting to replace #psychic damage

#woag tag: things that make me go woag. things that are cool

#yearning tag: posts that make me crave a deep connection/relationship with someone else (does not immediately imply romantic relationships!)

tags that represent people: #🥦, #🐀, or anything with an @ sign in the tag

tags that represent my cats: #loki (my family kitty) and #funyun (my house kitty)

I tag slurs (for example, "f slur") when used in pejorative, insulting, or hurtful manners. This includes self reflection of hurtful moments. If you don't like this, you can keep scrolling.

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Ohh bless thank you for this ask

I put so much work into Blowing Cover and it is super unpopular compared to all my other works. I really liked the character too and kind of thought they might be fun to bring back for another one shot (I mean, given the ending, they have a ton of one-shot potential).

But. The kinks/tags involved are certainly a bit edgier so I can see it getting less hits. I'm already writing for a very niche group, then this hits an even smaller category within that group. Ohh well. I enjoyed making it, at least.

As for feedback! Uh, your kind, lol. I love that you put so much time into selecting the lines that really stand out to you. That blows me away. It's like the best kind of annotations ❤️ and it helps me tailor what I do, I'm still learning what gets folk's hearts fluttering!

That said, literally just a like on a Tumblr post or a message or a keyboard smash also has the capacity to melt my heart. I've received PMs that I gush over for days and reread 1000x over. Back in the old old days of my elder fics, I got fan art and I still have them saved on a special folder on my phone. I drink out of mugs someone created of my OC's Fay and Tsiri. Just knowing people read and enjoyed it is great.

(And I'm one of those weird folks who also welcome criticism too, actually. I want to be better. I want to write good good fics that get people coming to the table and screaming for more. I want to know what you like and hate. What I could improve about my style for clarity. What was so cringey it made your skin crawl. I aim to please.)

Compliment?

I am almost done writing a fic longer than Return of the King that's literally all I'm going to be talking about for weeks. I hope it's good, lol.

In regards to engagement, in my experience I've created numerous connections with people all across the world from different experiences and backgrounds just through fandom culture. That's healthy for cultivating a good, open-minded worldview. Those connections give me so much joy and energy and help inspire me to create! When I get home, I can't wait to work on my projects, and I really want to finish something so that I can giddily hide behind my computer screen and hope you all see and enjoy it.

But beyond that, human connection is very important to me. I like seeing your personal ramblings about how y'alls days are going, your jobs, your day-to-day stuff. The people behind the blogs. And I like that on the internet, there isn't a huge expectation of availability like there is in person. I myself have a great deal of social anxiety, but online, I can choose when I have enough energy to reach out or start a conversation or message back, or when that reserve just isn't in me.

If you're really anxious, know that I still see you and am happy even if you just follow and lurk, even if I just get a kudos or a like and then you disappear. I know what I share is quite salacious and not everyone wants to have that on their blog, believe me lol. Being seen is also gratifying. If you ever have the energy for a word of an ecouragement, that means the world to me! But if not, be not afraid. I do not hate you for liking my posts.

Aaaaand for WIP stuff-

Nice try, you can't fish out more deets about the end of Ride or Die/Fly or Fall than I have already shared lol. I CANNOT spoil anything at this point. But I will say this: I feel more strongly about the theme and the arc for Volume 2 than I did for Volume 1. I have a more concrete plan overall than I did the first go round. And the message is kind of something I'm already working towards at the very end of this work, so they should flow together quite cohesively.