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[refriedcaprisun]

RAHHH HAPPY HALLOWEEN‼️🎃🦇

Since its almost halloween i had to draw them in halloween costumes!

I feel like Kyouka would like watching sailor moon and think it would be even funnier if she convinced atsushi to be artemis ヽ(*´∀｀)

[marzibad]

emotes/pixels from an archive of strong bad's message bored !!!

[yorufi]

re-upload ;;

i accidentally posted video instead of a picture

[zeb-z]

jrwi riptide 100//

Jay wanting to be a pirate just because of the freedom it gives her in this world. No lofty goals or ambitions. That’s what it’s always been about, hasn’t it? Since La Alma, who set sail from Joaldo without a thought of his future, and even before him, it’s been a clear theme. There is freedom in the open seas, there is freedom in having an open future. Not knowing what is next because you get to decide your heading.

And they help others find their freedom as well, as they make their own journey. Whether it’s by helping them fight back against whatever boot is crushing them, or trying to help them and give them resources to continue on their journey, or other such means. They’re the best goddamn pirates because they embrace this freedom, and they use their power to help others find their freedom as well.

[blossoms-phan]

what was your first concert

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 17: A Man Possessed

GIF credit: @maikswen

Bearblr Promptober Day 17: Dumbification (Sub: Clueless)

Summary: Carmy has girlfriend (who he calls Darling) brainworms again, and he's even more of a disaster this time. (Or: the time Carmy had to leave work to go rail his girl)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (she has an IUD but Carmy's not writing that in his journal), Dom/Sub dynamic, calling Carmy "sir", hair pulling, obsessed thoughts, mild spiraling, fem reader/rando lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list.

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This is is a two-parter. The first part is here.

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

17 Oct 2024

I handled the second incident of Darling invading my brain much worse than the first.

I couldn’t fucking focus for five fucking minutes on anything. I was pissed off at life two minutes after opening, worse so when the place looked a fucking mess from the night before. Assholes couldn’t even clean up after themselves. I don’t even know how many times I lost track of what I was doing or why because my mind went to Darling instead of staying at The Bear. Here she was, burying her face in my t-shirt again, letting out that delicious sigh, the curve of her hip still visible under the blankets, and I wanted so badly to just grab her. To squeeze her flesh in my hands, dig my fingers into the round of her ass, to drown in her soft skin and her wet kisses to my throat. I wanted to bite her. I didn’t even know what to do with that—I just wanted to sink my teeth into the inside of her thigh before soothing her by putting my mouth to use elsewhere. Why? For what purpose? How does that make sense?

Syd must’ve noticed that I was off because she started helping with cleaning—didn’t even try to talk to me. I hate that, by the way; hate when I’m so far away that people don’t even find words worth giving me. I might not talk much, but if people don’t talk to me, I start feeling like a bug on the window; tiny, inconvenient, gross, unwanted, easily forgotten until I make an irritating sound.

I had to step out in the middle of cleaning—I hadn’t even gotten to prep yet, that’s how bad it was—and I found myself dragging my hand over the side of my neck and my throat. My heart throbbed with such violence that I wanted it to escape so I’d stop being harassed by it. My hands trembled, breaths got erratic. I heard her voice again, telling me to breathe, to find sounds around me, but it came through as static. The apple leaf adagio, the skittering of dried maple leaves, her body fits so perfectly in my hands, strawberry lip balm, what’s not to love? Fuck, that feels good, Carmy. More of that, pretty boy.

Pretty boy.

Please call me pretty boy again, I’m begging you.

I struggled to make it through the rest of prep. I’m fairly sure Sydney figured out I was that same sort of fucked up again because she didn’t wait for me to fuck up a count or fail to give directions before taking over the reigns of the kitchen. I turned into a line cook, just mindlessly doing what was asked of me because it’s what I knew I could do without making a worse mess, and she had the rest under control.

Syd always had it under control; I was the one out of control.

Once again, near dinner service, just when I thought I’d be fine, I cracked under the pressure. I had stepped out to get a break from the relentless heat of the kitchen, try to get some air that wasn’t saturated with the aromas of food (it sounds nice, but trust me, when you’re hour 10 into inhaling sautéed onions, confit garlic, vinegar, cumin, black pepper, olive oil, it gets so deep into your lungs that you feel like you might cough up a prime rib steak). The snap of cold air on my face shattered the dam keeping any assertion of reality in check, and I was inundated with this… how do I even describe it? It wasn’t quite rage, but it wasn’t far from it. Like I needed Darling. I needed her so badly that if I didn’t have her, I was going to break something.

Possessed? Was I a man possessed?

I had this crawling sensation, yeah? Not quite like ants on my skin; the feeling was bigger, coarser. It started in my back, spread to my shoulders, blazed down my arms, into my hands. I clenched and relaxed my fists, trying to ward it off, but when that did nothing—and it did precisely nothing—I rubbed hard over my arms, dug my short fingernails into my skin in some faint approximation of what Darling’s nails felt like. When I thought about doing it again, even harder, hard enough to draw blood if I had to, I knew I was fucked.

I bailed on the kitchen staff again, but something tells me they would’ve hated me being there anyway.

“Sweetheart? You’re home early, what’s going on?”

She’s on the couch fiddling with yarn—I think it’s crochet? Or is it knitting? I don’t know the difference—and has the 2005 Pride and Prejudice on in the background at a low volume. I don’t even know if she can hear it with how quiet it is. I throw off my jacket, and that’s enough for her to figure out something is wrong. She puts the yarn thing on the arm of the couch and unfolds her legs to get up, but I can’t, okay, I cannot.

“No, you stay there.” I’m sorry, did I just tell her what to do? Who the fuck am I?

She froze and leveled a look at me that I can only describe as a deer in headlights. Entirely confused. Clueless. Maybe even scared.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” It’s tiny. High in her throat.

She follows my face with those big eyes as I approach. It’s weird that it didn’t bother me then. It bothers me now, thinking about it, that she was probably confused as all hell and I should’ve stopped to talk to her, but clearly, I was on one. Or something. That crawling sensation was worse, and overwhelmed by the need, the sheer fucking need to taste her. Taste that strawberry lip balm, lap at her tongue, to occupy my mouth with soft, warm wetness. Fuck me, she was wearing my t-shirt, too.

She squeaked in surprise when I crashed our lips together. Immediately shot her hand to my forearm when one of mine blanketed over her throat. The other seized a fistful of her hair, and she grabbed at my wrist. Probably startled. It bothers me that I didn’t care at the time.

“Open,” I growled.

She obeyed immediately, relented control to let me explore her mouth, and wove her hands into my hair. Fucking hell, I needed that. I was starved of her, plagued with memories of her taste for 10 entire fucking hours—fuck I needed her, all of her, I needed her hands under my skin, goddammit. I pushed her down onto the couch, wrenched her knees apart, and settled between them. She tugged my hair in surprise and then coiled her legs around me.

“Pull harder.”

“Harder? Carmy—”

I used my grip on her hair to tip her head back and aim a glare at her. “I said pull. Fucking. Harder.”

She whimpered and did what I asked. My eyes drifted shut against my will at the tension on my hair—not painful, a sort of raw pleasurable that only pain could seem to bring in that moment. It was too fucking warm. It was boiling again. Why is it always so fucking warm? It was almost as if she could hear my thoughts because she yanked my shirt up and off. I went right back to attacking her with kisses. She hooked a leg high up on my waist and tightened it—have I mentioned how fucking strong she is? College soccer player. She’s really fucking strong.—and it was enough to trigger the ache in my back and force me to pause for a moment with my lips at her neck.

“Carmy,” she gasped, “tell me where your head is, sweetheart.”

Her sounding breathless shouldn’t’ve made me feel powerful.

I yanked off her shirt. May have torn a hook off her bra when I wrested it off her. Whatever, I’d buy her a new one.

“Carmy, I need you to talk—” I cut her off with more fervent kisses. She patted my chest, squeezed her legs again. “Hey, pretty boy.”

That got me to freeze and meet her gaze. She rubbed small circles over my chest.

“Hi… hi, sweetheart.”

“Couldn’t—” Fuck me, I could barely think. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her confusion was replaced with a wide-eyed expression.

I ducked down to continue that hickey on her neck. I needed to leave some kind of mark on her. What the hell was going on with me? She trailed a hand down my abdomen and rested it on the bulge in my pants. Took her about two heartbeats to start fumbling with my fly. This wave of cool relief washed over me—don’t know what or why it was about—but it was brief, just a momentary breather in the flames of arousal consuming me. She got me free of my pants and underwear, kissed my temple.

“That better, hm?” Was she really trying to soothe me right now?

Did she not see the animal trying not to devour her?

It occurs to me now that I might’ve genuinely scarred her when I stared her down in response. She froze, searched my face, darted her gaze between my mouth and my eyes repeatedly. Had shaky, jerky movements when trying to shove off her sweatpants. It was odd that she wasn’t speaking. She tends to talk. Her voice is pretty soothing, honestly. At first, something of a regular check in and reassurance for me to know that I wasn’t fucking up, but now a familiar, comfortable, soothing riff in the soundtrack of our lives together. Of course, at the time, I didn’t register any of this because I just needed to be inside her already.

She tensed up when I hiked her leg up my side. Babbled frantically into my mouth, “C-Carmy? Carmy, be gentle. Please be gentle—oh fuck!”

How gentle do you think a wild animal can be, baby girl?

She was unimaginably tight but also impossibly wet. My head spun and it took every last frayed fiber of wherewithal to not immediately sink into her cunt as deep as I could. Forget thinking straight, forget thinking about anything other than the tight, wet heat enveloping my dick. I was pussy drunk already, and I just barely got started.

She dug her nails into my back, had one hand on my abdomen digging into my muscle. “Baby! Baby, please, slow down… fuck, that’s so good, but please—”

“You can take it,” I snarled into her ear.

She took a second, but then withdrew the hand pushing on me and busied it with my hair instead. Mumbled a small, “Y-yes, sir.”

Sir?

She moaned something of a pitiful sound when I got to work. Whatever that version of me was, it wasn’t gentle, but she didn’t seem to care. She hiked her leg up higher when I hit her deep, begged for more, clung to me tighter when I sunk my teeth into her shoulder and did just that, mumbled praises in my ear as I relentlessly fucked her through her orgasm. Good boy; that’s it, you’re making me feel so good; fuck, baby, I’m so full; I can take more, keep going. It crossed the rat’s nest of busted wires in my brain further. All I can remember is this raw, unfiltered, white-hot pleasure burning a chasm into my core, this tension winding so tight I couldn’t get enough air in. Braided steel cable creaking under a construction load? How do I describe this? Tightening rubber band? No.

Sinew tensioning as a dull knife dug into it. That’s an apt descriptor. Like with the ice cubes in the kitchen that first time. Only all-consuming, raw, visceral, centered on her—her scent, her heat, her strained breaths, her wetness, her taste. 

I hid my face in the crook of her neck when I was right on the edge.

Her lips brushed my ear. Her voice was strained but still the same kind of soothing to my soul. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go… Cum, pretty boy…”

I clutched her like a drowning man when my orgasm finally hit me. It knocked the air out of my lungs, killed a scream in my throat, set off a thrumming sound in my ears, first bathed me in flames and then abruptly flooded ice water through my veins. My abdomen screamed from how violently it spasmed, the muscles in my back seized up. Everything stopped. Everything—never in my life had my entire existence been so blank, so empty, so quiet, so at peace. I might even have blacked out for a bit (or my memory is just as shit as it’s always been) because the next thing I remember is slow, gentle caresses over my face, neck, chest, shoulder, then back up to my face to repeat the circuit. Her lips pressed to my hairline at intervals. My eyelashes brushed her neck while I tried to blink the cobwebs away.

“You with me, sweetheart?”

Nope. Not even close. I don’t even know what planet I’m on right now.

She smoothed my sweaty hair back off my face. Planted another kiss to my temple. “That’s okay. You’re safe. Take your time.”

This is going too well, right? She’s too perfect. God’s a sadist; that other shoe is going to return from orbit, and because I am willing to give my whole being to this woman, it will kill me. This love will kill me.

[drysdalesworld]

Can you write a social media fic with Luca and his girlfriend announcing their relationship?

my lover

luca fantilli x fem!zegras!reader

idk why i always make the readers in my social media fics related to one of the boys somehow. i feel like that’s super basic lol. if you don’t like that, feel free to imagine reader as just fem!reader <3

y/nzegras just posted!

liked by adamfantilli, _quinnhughes, and more

y/nzegras: he’s definitely a man written by a woman and that woman is taylor swift

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trevorzegras: i knew i shouldn’t have let you go to umich

trevorzegras: WHO IS THIS MAN 💢💢

lhughes_06: i know something you don’ttttt hehe

trevorzegras: LUKE KNOWS BUT I DONT 😭 IM YOUR BROTHER

y/nzegras: bc he doesn’t have a big mouth like you

trevorzegras: 😟

adamfantilli: you’ve completely converted him to a t swift girlie

y/nzegras: making momma swift proud

luca.fantilli: frfr

userone: that side profile looks hella familiar i swear

usertwo: my moneys on rutger

userthree: nah it’s def either luke or luca usertwo

jackhughes: girl zegras is growing up so fast 😪

lhughes_06: the best couple i know fr

trevorzegras: i still don’t get why he knows and i don’t

luca.fantilli: damn, he’s holding your food AND flowers?? wife him up 😤

y/nzegras just posted!

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y/nzegras: my lover 🤍

tagged: luca.fantilli

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trevorzegras: WHO IS HE?? WHO IS THIS BOY?? WHAY IS NAME?? WHERE DOES HE LIVE??

y/nzegras: chill

trevorzegras: I AM CALM

markestapa: MAMA Y PAPA 👨‍👩‍👦

jackhughes: finally! i don’t think i was going to be able to keep this from z any longer

trevorzegras: JACK KNEW BUT I DIDNT??!!! THE BETRAYAL

_quinnhughes: you’re mouth likes to yap trev. she had valid concerns, that being your big mouth trevorzegras

lhughes_06: you would’ve announced their relationship the second you knew bro trevorzegras

trevorzegras: i am speechless. the hughes brothers knew before i did 😔 i’m in mourning

dylanduke25: mother & father finally announced their relationship ❗️❗️

rutgermcgroarty: one big happy family 😌👨‍👩‍👦‍👦

luca.fantilli: my lover ❤️❤️

trevorzegras: i will find you

y/nzegras: you will not threaten my boyfriend t. stop being childish

jackhughes: so, i’m assuming you’re bringing a plus one to the lake house?

y/nzegras: exactly 💞

yourroommate: the cutest couple ever <33

luca.fantilli just posted!

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luca.fantilli: i’d marry you with paper rings 🤍🤍

tagged: y/nzegras

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seamuscasey26: bro she immediately had you wrapped around her finger the MINUTE you saw her

markestapa: SIMP

rutgermcgroarty: SIMP

dylanduke25: SIMP

nolan_moyle: SIMP

lhughes_06: SIMP

nick_moldenhauer: SIMP

luca.fantilli: please get out of my comment section all of you

userone: they’re so cute!! <3

usertwo: THE TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCES

trevorzegras: i guess he ain’t that bad 😒

jamie.drysdale: bro stop beating petty 😭

userthree: HE’S A GOOD MAN SAVANNAH

adamfantilli: making my best man speech as we speak

y/nzegras: that won’t be happening for a couple of years bestie

adamfantilli: never too early future sister-in-law

yourbestie: i’ve had mine ready since the sixth grade adamfantilli

adamfantilli: i see how it is 😑 yourbestie

y/nzegras: i love you so much 💓💓

[telugu-girl-13]

a diamond's gotta SHINE ✧˖°.

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[nicohischierz]

love at first kiss: jamie drysdale

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jamie was woken from his dreams by a persistent shake.

at first, he thought they were experiencing an earthquake and bounded off the couch to get to you. but the sight of his teammate mason calmed him down. slightly.

"why the fuck are you sleeping on your couch?" mason asked.

jamie stuttered over his answer until there was a soft call for his name.

you were standing in the doorway in his clothes.

mason dropped his phone and yelped as the piece of metal hit his foot. you immediately rushed to help him whilst jamie ran out to grab an ice pack.

"so how long has this been going on?" mason asked, once he was sat on the couch.

you furrowed you eyebrows at him “what are you talking about? there’s nothing going on,” you answered him.

“sure. i mean it’s totally normal to wake up in your brother-in-laws teammates house the day after valentine’s day wearing his clothes,” mason spoke.

you sighed, sitting next to him. “well when you show up at their doorstep after your asshole ex boyfriend breaks up with for your roommate it’s the only thing to do,”

mason sat up in his seat and pulled you in for a hug.

jamie walked into the room and handed mason the ice pack. “i didn’t know about your roommate,” jamie added.

“he told me i’m too clingy and then i got an uber to my apartment and before i left i saw him in her room, holding her the way he used to hold me. so i got in my car and drove here,”

the two canadians felt bad for you and jamie had a choice of words to say about your ex but mason’s phone rang.

“hey z. yeah we’re on the way. oh your sisters picking jamie and i up. reservations under your name got it see you,” mason spoke.

without saying anything else, you got up from the couch and went back into jamie’s room to change for brunch.

walking back into the room, you saw jamie and mason having a heated whisper before you made your presence known.

jamie got ready and followed you and mason out of his apartment.

the three of you drove to the restaurant in silence. the only time you spoke was when you asked the two not to tell your sister and trevor.

“aunt y/n/n!” your nephew called.

elijah had begged you to sit next to him on one side and mason on his other side, leaving jamie to sit next to you.

brunch was going smoothly.

the table was never quiet with trevor yapping and mason chiming in.

everything was going well.

until trevor caught sight of your boyfriend. well, ex-boyfriend.

“oh shit, isn’t that joshua?” trevor asked.

mason and jamie glanced at each other before following trevor’s line of vision. sure enough, your ex was there his hands wrapped around another women’s waist.

“trevor, i think eli wants another pancake,” your sister tried diverting his attention but it was too late. trevor had already spotted the other girl.

“joshua!” trevor yelled, catching the boys attention.

the basketball player made his way towards your table sheepishly. your roommate following after you a small smile on her face.

“hey man,” joshua greeted giving trevor a hug.

“valerie, you look great,” he complimented.

joshua looked to you but you kept your eyes focused on the table. he shook his head and looked back to loud american who called him over.

“so. who’s this?” trevor asked.

“z,”

“trevor.”

mason and jamie warned.

the latter had taken to intertwining his fingers with yours for comfort. you squeezed his hand, causing him to look at you.

the hurt evident on your face and he nodded.

jamie wasn’t confrontational but he got and tapped joshua’s shoulder. “i think you should go to your table and don’t try to talk to her again,” he started.

jamie then turned to your roommate “you decide who gets the house but one of you has to move out. especially if the is relationship is going to continue,”.

your roommate and ex walked away from your table.

a silence falling over the once jubilant crowd.

“y/n …” trevor started but you stopped him.

“we can talk about it later z. right now let’s enjoy our food,” you smiled at him.

trevor let it go for the rest of the outing and by the time their little family had to leave he was in a much better mood.

mason had left form jamie’s almost immediately, leaving the two of you alone.

“do you want to stay another night?” jamie asked.

you shook your head. “i’ll ask one of my friends if i can crash at theirs. josh is buying me out of the lease so i have to look for another place to stay,” you answered.

“stay with me.” jamie answered quickly.

“what.”

“i’ve got my name on this lease and i can add you in. it’s three bedrooms and you get your own bathroom it’s close to school and close to z,” he rambled.

“are you sure?” you asked.

jamie nodded and made his way over to you. he slowly took your left hand with his and placed his right hand on your cheek.

“i would want nothing more,” he whispered.

jamie’s lips grazed over yours before you pulled him for a deep kiss.

“i guess we’ll be roommates,” you whispered, pulling away from him.

[plum-pitt]

Holy shit. I just realized i’ve never even yapped about my headcanons for the rise guys. This is a criminal offense on my part! Must be rectified immediately!!

Disclaimer: Don’t think there’s a lot of hot takes here, but feel free to disagree and talk about your own interpretations if you’d like!! Headcanon is fun and i love discussing it. it’s all fictional and since the text doesn’t give us much concrete shit on these topics we’re all free to make our own, equally valid readings of it. :3

Leo- Transmasc He/Him, gay as fuck who here could’ve guessed, ADHD haver, definitely smokes weed. Fluent in spanish from watching telenovellas as a child. Wants to be a flirty whore/aff so fucking bad but whenever he sees someone he’s legitimately attracted to any charisma he might’ve had gets thrown out the window and into a woodchipper in favor of helpless stuttering. His portalling mishaps early in the series have led him to silly sidequests all over the world that he just,,,, doesn’t really talk about. This won’t come up until they’ll end up in some random ass place and find out just how well travelled and connected he actually is. He’s also got a job at Hueso’s for fun and extra cash to fund his addiction to pot and ordering stupid shit he doesn’t need online. He’s a server, wears rollerskates to “move faster” on the job, just ends up running into shit more often than not. Great with the kids tho, performs little sleight of hand magic tricks and tells jokes to make them happy, never had a fussy kid he couldn’t calm down in a snap. Calls himself Hueso’s nephew and nepotism hire, ignoring the fact that he’s actually a decently competent and well liked employee outside of the several skating related accidents. Shell was cracked badly in the invasion, when they sealed it up, he asked Mikey to paint the healed cracks gold, mimicking the japanese practice of Kintsugi.

Mikey- Definitely queer but not into labels ;3 He/Him is what he defaults to, but any pronouns work for them. Semi fluent in italian, don’t ask me why, just feels right, let chef boy speak italian dammit. One of those mfs on instagram who insists on posting pictures of the food he makes, except his actually looks good and not painfully mediocre so they get a pass. Has been tagging walls in hard to reach spots all over the city for years at this point, after Raph confronted her abt it, fearing that he’d get caught someday, he told him that he’d stop. Yeah, that was a lie he kept doing it, just sneakier now. Makes money off of art commissions, still broke as hell tho cuz he spends it all on bougie ass ingredients and art supplies. Post canon definitely delved more into mystics and spirituality, trains with draxum but also took up meditation in his free time. Fucks with weed and the occasional psychedelic when working on art, says it helps get the creative juices flowing. Considering asking donnie to forge some documents for him so he can attend college online and earn a psych degree. His speech patterns flip on a dime between vague, wise fortune cookie therapist man and typical gen-z slang so abruptly it gives anyone not already familiar with him total whiplash.

Donnie- NonBinary They/He Bisexual but i can’t decide if they’re the kind that can’t stop pulling or can’t pull to save his life. Fluent in several languages, ASL, French, Russian, Japanese. Actually one of their few acedemic endeavors that he doesn’t typically show off and gloat about, makes it all the scarier when his siblings hear him muttering vaguely threatening sounding shit in russian when shit doesn’t go their way. Has tried most substances for “research purposes”, ultimately decided he doesn’t like the feeling of their big ol brain being hindered under the influence, this has a few exceptions tho, mainly when it’s with Leo. Has John Bishops IP address and threatens to drop it on 4chan to “see what happens” every time he tries messing with their family or stopping him from “borrowing” material resources from the US government. Almost considered bs-ing his way into college before they used a cloaking broach to shadow april at school for like 2 days. It was there they learned that the education system fucking sucks and he probably knows more than most professors about his topics of interest anyway. Does freelance work for cash, as far as their brothers know they’re not building and selling anything dangerous (which is code for probably arming both sides in a far away military conflict with deathrays). Spends his free time cyber bullying children on roblox and twitter, and caring for their greenhouse of plants that all have names. (yes he grows weed. his GeniusGrown™️ zaza is known far and wide for its consistently excellent quality. and no, Leo does not get a family discount. Mikey does tho.)

Raph- Someone please send the big man some help😭 he/him(?) Definitely queer in some way shape or form but refuses to confront any identity crisis because he’s just so busy keeping his dumb ass siblings outta shit. Tried weed once and will never touch a substance again, makes his anxiety spike real bad when he doesn’t feel in full control of himself. Runs around with Cassandra and sometimes Jr to do vigilante justice on the side of he and his siblings’ usual patrols. Living garbage disposal and i mean that quite literally. He has and will eat anything, rocks, toys, silverware, sometimes on accident, sometimes on a dare, and sometimes just because he wants to. He grew up gnawing on the legs of furniture, rusty sewer pipes, really any nonliving thing that he could fit his choppers around (unlike donnie who just bit any living creature within a 5 mile radius of his location). Since the invasion made Leo step up as leader Raph has been able to step back a little bit and not have everything in a chokehold, he has a mini crisis about his place in the family and his sense of identity without being a leader. Tries to hide how much it’s affecting him but ofc, living with mikey, this does not last and his ass FINALLY gets chucked (very lovingly) into therapy. Loves to knit, definitely in some kind of old lady facebook group centered around it (he has so much nursing home gossip floating around in his brain hehe)

Alright that’s all for the teetlez. lmk if yall wanna hear about my thoughts on the rest of the main cast, or some of the side cast! Can’t promise i’ll have this much to say on all of em but i’ve definitely got thoughts lol. I might even make a post diving into different character dynamics. idk tho, my fingies are tired typing all that shit😭

Anyway i hope u enjoyed my ramblings, have a lovely day :3

[cheesuschristman]

Ayee intro post :D

So hi, there. You found this blog probably from a post/reblog or comment I made. And you want to check out my page, so here is me info-dumping about myself!

*ahem hem*

Im WAY too active on here lmao so yeah, prepear for the shit load of posts if youre planning on getting notifs when i post.

Name: NettZo / Z / Logan / Earl

Age: Not telling lol, but just know I'm very much a minor

Fandoms: Murder Drones, Roblox Pressure

Fav characters: Tessa (<- i love her she is my child), V, J, Uzi, N

Fav musical artists: Will Wood, Jack Stauber, Sushi Soucy, Evelyn Evelyn, Rio Romeo, The Front Bottoms, Cavetown, Conan Gray, NOAHFINNCE

Sexuality: Bisexual Grayaromatic

Gender: Genderfluid

Languages I speak: Indonesian & English

Pronouns: She/They/He

Side blogs: @starsalot @nett-is-feeling-angsty @live-laugh-love-uzi

Other socials:

C.AI - @Nettz0_LikesPotatoes

Wattpad - @That1AuthorNett

Discord - @nett_wuz_here_33159, Pinterest - @idek_why_im_here_actually_lol Roblox - @feravux_q

Youtube - N3tt_HungUp (i dont post on yt lol, but just putting this out cuz why not)

Fanfics: A Bunch of J x V Oneshots, 4 Things, Roommates (dont read it plz), Why Her? (discontinued)

Character I kin: Serial Designation N

Personality type: ISTP (I think idk)

Birthday: 26th July

Nationality: Indonesian 🇮🇩

Fav Youtubers: RAVON, The Click, Faline San, Chad Chad, Samantha Lux, Not Even Emily, LaurenZside, Jammidodger, Duckyleft, One Topic, Katliente

Ships: NUzi (N x Uzi), eNVy (N x V) (Manor version, idk I just don't vibe with current eNVy personally), VUzi (V x Uzi), Jessa (J x Tessa), NUziV (N x V x Uzi), Oilrose (J x V), JUzi (J x Uzi)

My tags:

"#netts daily yap session" (regular posts, sometimes not rlly even yapping)

"#moosik :3" (songs i like)

"#unfunny shit nett made" (stuff that idek if its even funny, but hey i try-)

"#netts OCs" (my ocs duh)

"#one and only au" (my MD au (ask me abt my au PLS PLS PLS-))

"certified dad here" (puns i make)

FAQ and DNI under the cut!

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Do you do commissions?

No, I don't. But I am planning on that maybe sometime in the future.

Do you take art requests?

I do! Just state your request in my ask box, though do be aware it is not guaranteed to be done.

How do you feel about DMs?

I'm completely open for a conversation! Just keep it SFW and no business deals please lol.

How do you feel about asks?

I would very much appreciate it! (This is "NettZoian" for: Please, I beg of thee, send me an ask. I am very desperate.)

How do you feel about people reposting/using your art?

I'm okay with it I guess. Just please give credit.

How do you feel about people tagging you?

Feel free to do so!

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DNI List:

- Anti-LGBTQ+

- Transmed/Truscum

- P3d0s, z00s

- Pro-Israel

- NSFW accounts

- Racists

- Ableists

- Comshippers

- Anti-Furry/Therian

Yeah, that's about it for now! Have a good day.

[shy-writer-999]

requests, rules, and tags!

requests are OPEN for my holiday event!

what i will write:

x reader fics

whatever catches my eye

gender neutral langauge if you ask

what i won't write:

dark content

sexual assault or worse

for minors/underage characters (yes, this includes an OC) !!!

who i will write for:

Luffy

Zoro

Sanji

Law

Ace

Smoker and Crocodile occasionally

Shanks (depends)

furthermore:

if i don't like your request, or if it doesn't speak to me, i just won't write it. sending in a request is not a guarantee that i'll write for you.

interested in commissioning a piece? see my ko-fi page about that here. only change in rules is i'll write for OCs if it falls within my guidelines.

>> no kink shaming over here, but you're not welcome if you're transphobic, homophobic, a p3do, racist, zionist, etc. you know the drill. <<

disclaimer about how i write penetrative sex

usually i write about penetrative sex with ejaculation inside--plz note that I write for adults ONLY (hence, minors dni) and it isn't my responsibility to tell you about the consequences of getting nutted in. since i am writing make believe fantasies, it's irrelevant, in my mind, regarding which form (if any) of birth control the 'reader' or character is using--that's all you.

my tags

#z's kinktober (for all my kinktober '24 posts)

#z yaps (for personal rants, weekly check ins, photo dumps, etc.)

#z answers (new-ish tag for me answering asks)

don't be shy to chat with me, i love to make friends (´ ᴗ｀✿)

return to masterlist here~

[s1llybug]

pinned intro post!!!! (upd. 16.10.24)

sideblog post

- hello eberynyan! i'm bug/pepper! you can call me either! preferred pronouns at the moment are they/it/that thing/🥩/🌈/woof + various other neos that you can look at here, along with my preferred adjectives+terms!!! fellow transfag, aroace spec (may occasionally describe self as aroallo, this is very fluid right now), objectum, otherkin, plural, and a lot of other things that matter. To me !

eng/ru, not bilingual, just stupid twice. im white and russian, not proud of my birthplace, but stating in case you don't wanna interact -- it's totally understandable! i'm very much anti-z, anti-vatnik, etc -- you people are not welcome here and never will be ! EXPLODE INTO MILLION GLASS SHARDS NOW !!!

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i am autistic with adhd and my special interests are insects and arthropods, computers and technology, especially old technology, science, especially anatomy, mad scientists and probably some other things im forgetting !! (i am severely burned out though, so i practically know nothing about any of this. . . ) i am also psychotic with bpd, possibly npd and c-ptsd and i love my cluster b siblings with my whole heart. i am very much disabled on multiple fronts and i use a wheelchair!!

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please hit me up if you wanna be tumblr mutuals, i really want more tumblr mutuals. >:) asks in general are very welcome from anyone ! i love chatting&yapping about everything and anything. (BTW my discord is under the same username. add me if you want to!! )

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this blog may contain suggestive posts and sensitive content, view at your own risk. some tags i use sometimes that you can block: suggestive, gore, tw gore, body horror, blood, tw blood. i always try to tag these but i may forget.

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basic dni + no respect for zionists, exclusionists, anti-endos + pro-c paraphiles. in general, we tolerate everything besides intolerance here, although do be aware that i still block liberally, not always for personal reasons . be respectful and understanding, or else!

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[cyberstevie]

thank you for the tag my lovely friend @holographicbutch! i was going to do my favoritest guy shrike but decided my sour little lemon man would be more fun!

5 words to physically describe your OC: bright, comical, sharp, silly, dread

Who inspired your OC?: lemon was born from a very bad drawing of danny phantom with claws, but has retained almost none of his personality. a lot of him is honestly pretty close to qibli from wings of fire, but he pulls a lot of inspo from real-life comedians like randy feltface, ben schwartz, and bo burnham

Give me a song to define your OC: oh boy theres so many. i think i decided awhile ago that his main song is the main character, but other good ones are thumbnail, nothing to say, and art is dead (<-that last one is HUGE)

If I met your OC on the street, how would they greet me?: warmly! maybe almost too warmly. he'd yap and yap at you and if you do not respond in the way he is looking for he will not let you leave the interaction until you give him some indication that you like him and find him funny. he needs you to like him.

Can your OC be your best friend? Why?: i really dont think so tbh if i met someone like lemon irl id want to avoid them most of the time. hes very high energy and requires a lot of patience to be around.

1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC: false face (because hes. and also the. because. and hes a changeling. so its.)

tagginggg my beautiful @z-nogyrop and our friends @subsequentibis @felineevil and my lovely mutuals @phantomstory @gilfrespecter

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 30: Pink Lace

(No image, Z is very tired)

Bearblr Promptober Day 30: Sweaters

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) sends him a photo when he's late coming home, and she awakens The Bear.

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex (f receiving), Carmy is sir'd, fem reader/lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns. (661 words) Smut.

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for weeks.

30 Oct 2024

Darling sent me a selfie of her in my gray cable knit sweater, and I had to leave the restaurant.

It was past close already, but there was so much little shit that’d been put off for so long, that my anxiety latched onto so badly, that I couldn’t stop fucking cleaning. I’d scrubbed down the kitchen all over again and was in the process of moving the tables and chairs into better arrangements when my phone chimed at me. 11:30 pm. Photo from Darling.

She was in my sweater, lying in bed, dim lighting, but enough to see that her pupils were blown out. Lip pink and swollen from biting it. Just at the edge of the frame, her hand was underneath some fuchsia lace. Between her legs.

My stomach did a backflip.

Where are you?

Leaving right now, I replied.

The walk home was agony. It took forever and a thousand years to get back to the apartment when all I could think about was that sweater and that pink fucking lace. I could almost feel it fraying apart under my fingers as I tore it off, almost taste the heat of her cunt on my tongue, hear her moaning my name, feel her fingers tangled in my hair. My heart threatened to crack my ribs, my hands were shaking, thank fuck, thank fuck, thank fuck it was so late and no one was out at that hour or the embarrassment of being seen in such a wrecked state would’ve given me a fucking heart attack.

She was still in bed when I got home. Went to get up.

“No, you stay right fucking there,” I growled, throwing my jacket to the floor.

Her eyes locked on mine for a moment before darting away. I dragged her down to the end of the bed by the ankle, causing the sweater to ride up and reveal that pink lace with a prominent dark spot at the front.

“Hey! Woah, easy, Carm!” she squeaked.

“You want me to go fucking easy when you do something like that?” Did I really just say that to her?

I yanked the lace down her legs.

“I just wanted to—don’t rip them! I like them!”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” It came out frustrated. Angry, almost. The fuck? Why? What had gotten into me?

“Carmy-Carm, you should eat dinner and get a show…er…” she stopped when I dragged her down further and threw her leg over my shoulder.

This is dinner.

I bit her inner thigh hard enough for her to jump and whine. That’s for pulling shit like this. You wanna act like a whore, you can get marked up like one.

“You fucked up and decided to be a fucking tease on a day I already wanted out of my reality, so now you’re gonna lie here and fucking take it, am I making myself clear?”

Her larynx clicked. She flopped onto the bed and draped her arm over her eyes. “Carmy, please, I have work tomorrow.”

You should’ve thought about that before sending me the picture. “Am I making myself clear?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

I dragged the flat of my tongue up her soaking wet cunt, and she flinched again. Fuck, it made my head spin just how wet she was. It was enough that her cunt was this soft heat that begged to be loved, but when she was so wet, so slick, it shattered any ounce of self-control I had. I wanted all of her. I would devour all of her, and she’d beg for more. Fuck, her pussy was so fucking good that it made me forget everything in the world. All the stress from work, from life, from people, it evaporated and my whole existence became that soft, tight, wet heat, her hands in my hair, her delicious moans.

You have work tomorrow, do you?

You woke up the Bear. You have no one to blame but yourself.

End Note: This one is also truncated, but yer friendly neighborhood journal thief is struggle-bussin' right now. Thank you for reading.

[djarinbabysnotes]

I'm at that point in my 20s where I'm beginning to reassess my standpoint as a fanfic writer (shocking!) and for half of my teenage years, my unhealthy access of smut (called lemons at the time) were... You know... Shameful. I am wrapped in shame every time I remember the fact that I read badly written smut from Wattpad and Quotev at age 13 and thought that was the Citizen Kane of Internet Literature. By 14, I began drafting such fantasies while being a loser in my bedroom who had never even had sex yet. It was quite the experience to hide that part of my life while still going to church with my very religious parents. By that time, I also began to explore my gender and sexuality.

However, with my newfound acceptance with my own gender expression (I love being a she/they who wears binders on some days and freeing the nipple on other days!) as well as my sexuality (These fictional men are throwing me off but I'm mostly into girls!) it has been the craziest learning experience to understand that the shame I felt with anything sex-related was just because of, well, Catholicism! I left the church 4 years ago and while I still have some of that Catholic guilt lingering as an annoying side effect, I've mostly been proud of the way I have deleted the stigma of sex in my brain. I'm a person with needs. I use all sorts of protection because I feel safe that way. Research is important to make myself feel good. And most importantly, you know what? Smut is one of the greatest girlhood clubs we have ever created in the fanfic community! If the kinks you have are not my kinks? Then I'll politely scroll away. If this very specific thing that a character said really shook my nervous system for a whole week? Then I'll reblog it with my own insane commentary on the tags because I have the tendency to be mysterious with the things I like but I ALSO like to yap about the things that I like. That's the beauty of this little club. I'm in my 20s while swimming through the oceans of fanfic veterans who paved the way from fanfiction dot net, the gen z losers who also found solace in wattpad and quotev, the blurb/oneshot obsessed idiots who were on tumblr around 2013 and never left... We are all here to defeat the common enemy: bot comments on ao3.

ANYWAYS! Long story short, I wanna thank the fanfic community for shaping me through Y/N's beautiful orbs and blushing cheeks. The most insane mood board outfits with the teal skirts and striped shirts, as well as the way I stutter my words, all came from the gift that keeps on giving. The evolution of this craft raised me to be the person that I am today.

And hey, if I really need to say it out loud: I might start writing the nastiest, horniest smut. I haven't published any smut publicly, and I haven't actually written smut in a while. But hey, if the fanfic vets have taught me anything, it is to just write what feels right, and if the shame hits, then those tumblr notes will be in that puddle of shame with you.