#i wasn't even drunk this time

[stiltonbasket]

I was today years old when I found out about the Binghe cameo in MDZS...

[mascxdaddy]

what is it about me that makes girls wanna fuck me over so bad😭 like what higher power did i piss off oh my god

[jeonstudios]

happy women’s day lo 💗🥰 thank you for giving us your amazing fics 🫶🏻🫶🏻

oop this is more than a month late 😭 but honestly, it's women's day everyday at jeonstudios dot tumblr dot com ayyyyyeeee hope all the women had a good day

[blackknight-100]

More Apollo fic excerpts for you all, because I'm on a roll:

Looking at Father is hard. Apollo has learnt this early on, but Apollo is also either incorrigibly foolish, or insurmountably stubborn. Either way, he tries and tries and tries; the truth is his, and he will look into the King's eyes while he gets it.

Lightning crackles around Zeus's lashes, fine white scars upon his dark skin. He sighs unhappily, and somewhere around Cretan Ida, rain-black clouds are blown away. "Why do you ask that, child?"

"Hekate thinks it is unjust."

"Did she say that to you?"

"No."

Apollo does not mention that she said that to his sister and his mother, because that was not what Father asked. He does not speak of her grief either - the King is a forge of hot power thrumming with ill-supressed rage, a rush of deadly cloudstrike and bitter ozone under his tongue - and Apollo is... apprehensive, if not afraid.

Zeus sighs again. The rain clouds return, and drought is averted. His beard droops, and the riot of spiked hair curls into itself. "It is fate," he says. "There had to be a safe place for you to be born."

"And fate is greater than justice, then?"

"You know the Fates. You know Fate is greater than everything."

Apollo says nothing. In the following silence, father and son stare at each other, picking away at the other's minds.

As always, Father breaks first. "I could not lose you," he says. "You are to be a great god."

Perhaps Apollo should be kinder, perhaps Apollo should be blind. But he is not. Here too the Fates are unfair - he can see Ares' quiet pain, he can see Hera's righteous rage. And his memory is terrible in its divinity - a hundred thousand words of fatherly love will not wipe away all those days of his mother's tears.

Or perhaps it is not fatherly love at all. Apollo is to be a great god, a mighty cog in the automaton that is Fate, and like Hephaestus, Zeus its builder cares little for who the cogs are, or where they come from. They must only exist.

Or perhaps it is just him - Apollo, the Destroyer. Under his hands is the ruin of a hundred women, and then some more, and Hekate is one notch among many others. Perhaps Apollo blames fruitlessly, for it is his father who chased his aunt, and his birth that holds her down. Perhaps his father loves them - him and Artemis and Mother Leto, and has only sought to turn fate in their favour through his ruthlessness. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. So many chances, so many answers.

Apollo looks at Father, and does not believe even one.

"I see," he says. "Thank you for your time, Your Majesty."

Zeus-King frowns. He holds out a hand as if to call out, then drops it and turns away. "You may leave," he says, and Apollo does.

[quaileggsystem]

Look, it may be shitty of me to do this but I've scribbled out his name and he deleted his discord so I no longer care we're making fun of him kids. Keep in mind that this entire time he knew I was freshly 15 and he was, wait for it, 24. His frontal lobe was nearly developed. Also I don't have the screenshots of the constant trauma dumping, telling me how people my age kept ghosting him (WARNING SIGN WARNING SIGN KIDS) and other weird shit because honestly I do not need that brain rot invading me even more. Also don't worry I'm pretty much chilled out now we're just going for one last mocking session before we bring this to a close because I just realized some of these have never seen the beautiful light of day. More context I met this dude on Yanblr which is why I no longer engage there except for my lovely partner and why I didn't run nearly as quickly as I should've.

Remember guys, point and laugh (I don't know what trigger warnings to put here so just proceed with caution y'all, take care of yourselves <33)

Ignore Missy in the corner I refuse to go back to our discord messages again. Let's break these fuckers down merely for my entertainment.

1. I don't know either I was creeped out but didn't want to start problems so I just went with it. Also we're going to see this a lot so just know I was calling him "big brother" to try and establish that I only wanted platonic shit because he got mad when I kept calling him a good friend 🚩🚩🚩🚩 also I'm pretty sure I was partially regressed but I didn't know that at the time so he gets a pass on that and that alone

2. "I'm addicted to you"... Some kill me I'm going to book a flight to Canada and castrate him. I mean, this one speaks for itself and I was literally terrified but this was my first real friend in about a year.

3. Adoption. I don't remember why I screenshoted this exactly but I guess it just gave me the heebie jeebies for some reason? The bad vibes, the beginning of the end.

4. I had sent him a fit check in a large tee-shirt because as I said in the texts I have sensory issues which causes properly fighting clothes to overstimulate me. Why you trying to share clothes with a minor my good bitch?

5. Another one of I don't remember why I screenshoted it but knowing what I knew when taking the photos it just was weird to me.

6. I talked about having another mutual on Tumblr. And then called him a grown man jokingly. Uhm, anyways skipping over that one

7. This was after I blocked him on Instagram and Tumblr because he said his girlfriend was going to get jealous and murder me.... A girlfriend who I met and is the sweetest human possible for the situation she was in and I'm literally tweaking for her.

Yeah uh, so... Weird ass bitch who would beg me for voice messages and pictures for some reason. Idk, not the worst I've seen even with the stuff I don't even want to screenshot but definitely a weird ass dude.

-Milo

[pyrepostings]

Those child harnesses but sized up so whumper can walk whumpee around in public.

[lesbiancharliedalton]

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[morningstargirl666]

FIC REC FRIDAY #4

ad aeternam. by darkness_shows_the_stars / @stars-and-darkness

His eyes are intent on her. They always are, but never so strong, never so scorching, as when he’s needling for information she’d rather not give.

“I want you to come and …” She sighs. This is more difficult than she had expected it to be, and that’s saying something. She’d expected it to be like pulling teeth, but the feeling is more akin to ripping off an arm. “I want you to come and pretendtodateme.”

There. Done. That wasn’t so hard, was it?

No, not at all.

Klaus’s face smooths over, washed of all emotion. “Would you mind repeating that?”

Guys. Listen. I don't go searching for fake dating AUs. Mostly because I'm not a fan of human AUs. When I'm reading klaroline fanfiction, I'm here for the fantasy element, the age old hybrid falling in love with the blonde baby vampire. Therefore, fake dating AUs just don't really blip up on my radar. But. Guys. Guys. THIS FIC ALRIGHT. THIS FIC HAS OVERHAULED MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM???? LIKE? IT'S POST-CANON DIVERGENCE???????? YET A FAKE DATING AU????????????? DO YOU SEE THE QUESTION MARKS HERE IT DIDN'T EVEN OCCUR TO ME THIS COULD BE A THING AND YET IT IS AND IT IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATION TO EVER EXIST?

Anyways. Yeah, go read it.

OR I AM DISOWNING ALL OF YOU

[bensdavies]

you know what last night was boring in that none of us were eve tipsy and we just played games all night but i had a lovely time and it's nice not to have a hangover and it's nice not to have thrown up on the way home like i did in 22/23

[maliciousalice]

[sanguineshade]

Just saw a BDSM educational post and it reminded me of how I had to bring up the topic to my mother the last time I was complaining about my ex.

Basically, what happened was, I have no good things to say about my ex. She's asked a couple times over the course of these months "what I learned from this relationship" (which was my first) and my only response was "I learned I deserved better and that I need to look for someone who will care for me how I care for them".

On our last talk, she proceeded to reply that this was "too narrowing", to which I gently explained it was not, and all the ways I cared for my ex that he didn't return even when I desperately, verbally asked. I ended this by concluding it was a matter of emotional maturity (not saying he wasn't mature, just that we were at different points, with different needs, and he could not meet mine), and that in hindsight, I should've not started that kind of relationship with him, since he never even filled out his document.

And then I had to explain the Document.

You see, I put it shortly to her, I made a document detailing the kind of things I was interested in, sexually. I described what places I felt I'd like to be touched, the things I'd like to do, the things I was open to try and the ones I would decline. I made it readable, with separated topics, and had a blank version for my then-partner to simply fill out. I knew he didn't like to write much so I made it easy to check options, with minimal writing. I gave that to him, and he never filled it up.

She was flabbergasted that I'd do such an un-romantic thing, describing it as "detached" and "like work" and "who would want to sign a document before having a relationship, where did you get this idea from?"

I paused for a moment. "Do you know BDSM?" She did not. I explained what the acronym meant. She was not happy as she asked what that had to do with anything, and where I heard of such things. "Well," I started from the beginning. "You know about 50 Shades of Grey, right?"

I explained to her how, in the boom of the book's popularity, the most important aspect every critic brought up was how the story was, in fact, not displaying BDSM as it advertised, but instead abuse. I proceeded to relate how that got me to read about BDSM, and how consent and guidelines and communication were such an important part of it, how "scenes" need a lot of prep work and how people deeply care for each other.

There was nothing quite like the joy I felt as her expression mellowed, especially as I reminded her that it was my first relationship, and I came up with the document as a guideline, as a safety, as a way of communicating my needs and to hear back from my partner. "But he didn't fill it" she replied, now fully supportive of the document. "Why did you still date him?"

It cut a little deeper than I expected, even now, reminiscing of those words. "It was my first time," I remember shrugging, "and I trusted him."

That was the end of it. I'd love to have a happy ending to add, about how I moved on and found a wonderful person who filled their Document and I am now in a loving relationship with, but there's none of that. Maybe I'll never find anyone who'd do this for me. Maybe my level of maturity doesn't have a match, and my needs are too much for any partner to deal with. Honestly, the only thing I need as I'm typing this is a job, so I could have at least a semblance of financial security. I couldn't care less about intimate relationships right now.

But, all that said, I really wanna thank the BDSM community for all their teachings on consent, and trust, and on how to make things good for all parties involved. I could see the understanding in my mom's eyes with my (honestly probably mediocre) explanations. Of course she knew the difference between a relationship where you feel safe and one where you're just going with the flow, but I could tell she became aware of it while I was talking. I'm sure we both came out of that conversation with a little more knowledge in our minds.

[loppiopio]

the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅

(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)

it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>

(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)

[tasakesi]

also the pandemic wasnt a “simple window to what we could be without capitalism”. IF U THINK THAT YOU WERE INCREDIBLY PRIVILEGED AND YOUR EXPERIENCES WEREN'T UNIVERAL

[yukinyaminyato]

sending my friend a txt that says "saw a bald man wearing car ears in the club. reminded me of catboy pitbull. thought of you" at 4am screams of very sober behaviour from me.

[miserywizard]

anyway spent a significant portion of therapy talking about a former publishing friend got to the end of my stories and my therapist stopped me and just went 'all of that was her projecting her own toxicity onto you, you get that right?'

me: n.o. i did. not get tha.t .

[dollcher]

mdni ୨୧.

daydreaming about toji coming back to your shared home after completing an assignment, groaning at how taxing it had been. he walked in, expecting to either find you sprawled out on the couch or the bed, watching one of your favourite shows. the thought made his heart flutter, any semblance of fatigue instantly dissipating.

while he hadn't been wrong, it was what you were wearing that had his dick instantly straining against his pants.

it wasn't even anything sexy, really. if anything, it was cute and innocent. you were wearing one of his black t-shirts, the piece of clothing engulfing the whole of your pretty frame. you peeked your head from the couch, greeting him with that sickeningly sweet smile of yours.

"hi baby," you mused. "i missed you."

that was all it took for him to carry you to your bedroom and have him ramming his thick cock into your weeping cunt. you atop him, his feet digging into the bed, the squelching and slapping sounds of his dick hitting your pussy filling the room.

you were still wearing his top, you clenching it in between your teeth, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. seeing the way they bounced so sexily every time he thrust up into you, the dribbles of drool that dripped down from biting onto his shirt – fuck... he found it so unbelievably arousing.

"shit babydoll," he growled, gripping onto your sides tightly, leaving red marks. a hard slap to your ass eliciting a cute whimper out of you had him throwing his head back in complete ecstasy. "who knew... ngh! that you in my shirt would get me so horny, huh?", he purred.

all you could do was whine in response, walls clenching so deliciously around his cock. the way your pussy tightened around him; the way your eyes looked so fucked out from him slamming into your wet, syrupy core; the way your hands dug into his chest to keep yourself steady – everything about you in this state had him drunk on you.

seeing your juices soak his cock and how your whimpers and moans were growing louder and whinier was all he needed to be pushed to the edge. spilling his seed into you, coating your walls a pearly white, your legs shaking as you rode out your own orgasm. deep growls erupted from his chest, as if awakening something primal in him.

you flopped your body on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around you tenderly – such a stark contrast as to how rough he had been a mere few seconds ago. he patted down your hair as he whispered in your ear, "fuck i gotta let ya wear my shirts more often, doll."

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