#if someone would like to make a video description i will reblog it so it is accesible to everyone. i dont have enough spoons to

[thatadhdmood]

@nutmegan17 on tiktoks eating tray hack

By keeping a tray full of no prepare necessary food, in the fridge it can be used to aid neurodivergent or fatigued people.

By putting food like, cheese and crackers, or whatever is a safe food for you personally on the tray, it can be taken easily to the couch or bed to be eaten from whenever you are hungry.

This prevents executive dysfunction or fatigue and any reason preventing you from eating. You need to care of yourself because everyone needs food to stay alive including you.

You deserve to eat even when on a bad brain day and are unable to prepare a meal for yourself.

If not having a full meal doesn't satisfy you, a snack may even give you the energy to make a full meal afterwards!

[lam-ila]

I Care About You || Fernando Alonso

Summary: An unfortunate crash prompts Fernando to defend you and confess his feelings.

Word Count: 1,513

Warnings: slight descriptions of a crash

please let me know if you find more that i should add

F1 Masterlist

a/n: this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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Just like any other F1 driver, you hated crashes. They were always inevitable, you knew that, every driver knew that, but you absolutely hated them, especially when you were involved in them.

Early on in the first few laps of the Monaco Grand Prix, you were crashed into. The driver behind you tried to overtake you at an extremely narrow part of the track and ended up crashing into the side of your car.

“No, no, no, no, no!” you yelled into the radio as you were crashed into, resulting in a red flag. As you slowed to a stop, TV screens at viewers’ homes displayed “Are you ******* kidding me?”

“Not your fault. Not your fault at all,” your race engineer calmly told you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m pretty sure my race is over.” You threw your head back as you responded, annoyed at the circumstances you found yourself in.

You climbed out of your car and assessed the damage, realizing that you were right, your race was over. You glanced over to the car that crashed into yours, noting that it had a similar amount of damage as yours and also wouldn’t be able to continue racing. You somehow felt better knowing that you weren’t the only driver to DNF, only feeling a small amount of guilt upon taking pleasure in someone else’s pain, pain that wouldn’t have happened if the driver didn’t try to overtake you.

Once you were off the track, you angrily ripped off your helmet and looked back at the crash, making eye contact with the driver who crashed into you. You quickly turned your head away, not wanting any prolonged eye contact to result in a conversation with the driver, and started to make your way to your team’s hospitality.

After changing out of your racing suit and meeting with the press, you sat down on a couch in your team’s hospitality and opened your phone, only to see the blame of crash being placed onto you. You furrowed your brow upon reading the seemingly endless posts, comments, and headlines blaming you for the crash. Deciding that you read enough, you placed your phone face down on the table in front of you and heavily exhaled in attempt to calm yourself down. You were running on adrenaline since the crash and looking at your phone wasn’t going to help bring your heart rate down.

You placed your elbows on your knees and leaned forward, so that your head was in your hands. You sat in that position for minutes, deep in thought. This was a just a misunderstanding, right? This wasn’t actually your fault, right? You took a deep breath as you shifted your body weight and took support from the back of the couch. You widened your eyes and you realized that you knew for a fact that the crash wasn’t your fault. Not only did your race engineer tell you so, but you also did nothing out of the ordinary while driving on the track. After all, it was the other driver who crashed into you because of a mistake they made, not the other way around.

Your gaze shifted to your phone as you contemplated opening it again to see what else people were saying. Deciding against it, you sighed, rubbed your hand against the top of your head, and stood up, making your way to your team’s garage. You needed a distraction and besides, it would probably look like the crash was your fault if you weren’t seen for the rest of the race.

Once the race ended, you went on your phone again, wanting to see what the overall narrative of the race was and if it was still highly focused on your crash. A video of Fernando, one of the drivers you were good friends with, kept showing up on your Instagram feed and on the fifth time that it showed up, you decided to click on it.

“I don’t think so,” Fernando started, looking a little off screen to look at the interviewer. “The driver behind them to overtake when they shouldn’t have. The track is too narrow to overtake there and this crash just proved that to be correct.” Fernando listened to the interviewer asking a clarifying question before continuing. “No, Y/N L/N is not at fault for this crash.”

You initially smiled and filled with a feeling of warmth. That was your friend, your Fernando, defending you. But then you realized, Fernando was defending you. As much as you appreciated it, you wanted to take care of everything with just you and your team. You didn’t like the way that it all looked: veteran Fernando Alonso defending a driver who is being blamed for a crash.

You marched out of the garage and entered the big post-race crowd of drivers, staff, interviewers, and friends and family of drivers, determined to confront Fernando. You spotted him within the crowd and sped up to reach him before he disappeared in the crowd again.

“I could have handled that myself, you know,” you declared once you caught up to Fernando, still navigating through the crowd.

“You’d rather have me just stand there and let the blame be placed onto you?” he challenged, slowing his pace to hear you out.

“Yes!” you exclaimed while raising your voice a little, turning a few of the heads around you. “That was not your battle to fight.”

“I didn’t want you to have to fight it on your own," Fernando reasoned, one step ahead of you as you two navigated your way through the crowd.

“Why? You’ve let other drivers figure this type of thing out on their own.”

He quickened his pace, trying to lose you through the chaos of the surrounding crowd.

“Fernando!” you sternly yelled his name, similar to a parent scolding their child and like a child being scolded, he froze and stopped in his tracks. “Please, I just want to understand,” you softly explained, meeting his eyes with a sincere look. He stayed silent, taking a moment to study your features: wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and lips slightly parted. Fernando’s eyes darted around, taking in the amount of people around you.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” he stated, gently grabbing you by the hand, pulling you out and away from the crowd. You followed Fernando and stumbled over to a less crowded area of the paddock. Once you were standing face to face, you noticed that the area was only used as a means to get from one place to another.

“This private enough for you?” you teased as one side of your lips curled up into a smile. Fernando didn’t verbally respond, but rather nervously nodded with his head slightly tilted down as to not meet your gaze. Your smile fell as you watched a nervous Fernando, something you rarely saw unless something was very much wrong. “Nando?” You used his nickname, hoping it would calm his nerves. “What’s wrong?”

He shifted his head to meet your gaze, then looked back at the ground. Deciding you had enough, you cupped your hand around his cheek and gently moved his head so he would look at you.

“Fernando?” You tried to get him to respond again.

“Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you softly laughed. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He sighed and straightened his body, removing your hand from his cheek in the process.

“You want to understand, yes?” You nodded enthusiastically, resulting in Fernando chuckling at your silent answer. “Okay, well you are right that I wouldn’t defend other drivers.”

“Then why-”

“You going to let me finish?” Fernando cut you off before laughing once again, this time at you miming zipping your lips together. “I care about you and before you start again, I know what you’re going to say: you care about me because that’s what friends do, they care about each other. But I care about you more than the way friends do, mi amor.”

“Mi amor?” you repeated, raising your eyebrows.

“Eh, too much?” he asked, nervously running his hand through his hair.

“No, I like it.” Fernando breathed a breath of relief at those four words. “It’s a good thing I care about you more than the way friends do too.”

“Yes,” he smiled brighter than you’ve ever seen him smile. “it’s very good.”

Fernando leaned forward and angled his head to kiss you, but you stopped him by lightly placing your hand on his lips. He raised his eyebrows and slightly tilted his head as if saying ‘why’d you do that?’

“I think we sound find somewhere more private for that,” you whispered with a shy smile on your face, not wanting anyone else, or any cameras, to partake in the moment.

Fernando smiled, kissed your hand that was against his lips, then took that hand and held it in his. Taking a few steps, he began to guide you to a much more private location, just as he did before, so he could continue without any worries.

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[musashi]

Hiiii, so this is a call for some help with a video I have in the works right now.

I am looking for a Latinx volunteer to... I guess sensitivity read and/or help me fine-tune a very specific part of a youtube video script. Preferably someone in the Ace Attorney fandom, but you do not need to be by any means--if there are any plot details you need me to explain to you to make my points clearer, my autistic ass will jump at the opportunity.

It's a misconception debunking video with a little 'character assassination' bit at the end where I plan on talking about unfortunate boxes, flanderizations, and stereotypes that some of the characters in my favourite visual novel often get lumped into. One of these characters is Diego Armando, a Latino (dark skinned Japanese in the original) man who is constantly held to higher scrutiny by the fandom than his lightskinned peers. He is frequently demonized, painted as a misogynistic scumbag, held in much worse faith than other culprits for his very understandable and sympathetic wrongdoing, and overall just treated incredibly harsh for things that other comparable characters get away with on account of them 'looking' white and having more anglicized names.

Since I am white myself I do not plan on speaking excessively about the experience when it is not my own but I think it is a huge fucking disservice to not focus on the fact that this fandom treatment all just stems from racism. It's the one part of my video where I don't plan on even entertaining "the other side" or explaining where the misinterpretation "comes from" I want to just. Make the point. That it's racism, with no rhyme or reason.

But I obviously don't feel qualified to just do that on my own so this is just me putting out feelers to ask if anyone would like to read over this part of my script for me, offer concrit (scalding concrit if you must, please, I want it to be as tight as possible) and basically just make sure my own white privilege doesn't gloss over, misrepresent, or miss anything. Basically just asking for help not fucking it up.

Again you do not have to be into AA to help me with this, I can tell you all about the character and what he does and doesn't do, his place in the story, and the things I hear about him in fandom and how they don't hold up on other comparable characters. Just know I will have to spoil the whole final game for you if you ever plan on getting into it haha. And, once again, please only volunteer if you are Latinx yourself.

I will, of course, give you full credit and thanks in my video and in the description, and link my viewers to any and all platforms if you'd like. Since I make no money off youtube and am horrendously broke myself, if you have any donation links posted anywhere I will boost the hell out of those too. That's about all I can offer for compensation OTL

Please contact me via ask if this is something you're interested in. You can also reply on this post and I can open DMs for you or get in touch with you via email or discord. I really, really, really want to include this in the video but I want to do it right.

Even if you're not someone who qualifies, if you are an AA blog or have lots of AA blogs following you, I'd appreciate a reblog to boost this! Thank you :3

[boydepartment]

@ iluvmygf - profiles: non twitter users losers

description: nishimura riki is a headache to his managers. as much as he loves being an idol and as much as he loves that he gets the freedom to travel. he hates that he can’t show you off. publicly… as himself… so he makes a twitter account called @ iluvmygf at first not a lot of people follow it. it goes unnoticed, for a few weeks. until it doesn’t. his account about you goes viral… and people are nosy as to who loves their gf so much to constantly post about her.

genre: romcom, crack, humor, something fun and lighthearted like a hallmark movie. it’s also set from november-february bc i said so and i want a christmas ark 😋🫶 this is an smau

warnings: cursing, most likely crude humor, probably kms jokes

THE GROUP OF 87- six people + riki who bonded over video games. y/n is someone they treasure. she gives them their little taste of normal… and they have to help y/n with her hw but that’s besides the point she ends up with a 70% anyways

y/n l/n’s instagram!

y/n is not an idol at all. she is only friends with idols now because she lost riki at a party one time. a party she wasn’t even supposed to be at but riki made her go. she is the most dorky and goofy person riki has ever met in his life. but she lets him actually be himself. y/n outside of her idol friends is very reserved, she is horrible at any kind of academic, but could tell you about the lore of every fnaf, chilla’s art, or creepypasta anything.

that’s kai and bahiyyih in the ghost costumes btw😋

soul’s(05) instagram account

soul was y/n’s first friend. he spilled his punch on her at the party where she got lost and he made the fnaf 2 jumpscare noise. y/n and soul instantly hit it off after getting into the lore of the whole five nights at freddy’s franchise… at the party…. in public…. talking about five nights at freddy’s

lily’s (02) instagram account

lily overheard y/n and soul talking about this game at the party and was instantly intrigued. she ended up introducing herself to them and then asking about it. let’s just say lily ended up binging all of matpat’s videos on the fnaf lore.

bahiyyih’s (04) instagram account

y/n and bahiyyih met after the party. soul and lily had to go to their respective groups. however, bahiyyih was all alone. and so was y/n. as any girl would do, y/n approached her. ever since they have been inseparable. both feeling like loners sometimes, they understand eachother. y/n and bahiyyih are best friends- platonic soulmates

kai’s (02) instagram account

y/n met huening kai after she met his sister the best person in the world. they hit it off pretty quickly after y/n was invited to the huening family dinner. kai started talking about how he didn’t understand why on earth anyone would pick link in mariokart and y/n started a WILD debate at the dinner table. it ended up with all the huening siblings + y/n laughing. making y/n an unofficial huening.

beomgyu’s (01) instagram account

y/n met beomgyu through kai. and it was on a day where she wasn’t expecting to meet anyone new, so her outfit consisted of a hoodie that said “i ❤️ monty” and mickey mouse christmas pants. beomgyu eyed her hoodie and went on a tangent about how monty is a sick sadistic freak who deserved to be put in a trash compactor like in monsters inc.

nishimura riki’s (05) instagram account

he BARELY uses his instagram ever. riki is a certified twitter user. however…….. y/n does not have twitter…… so he can’t hype up his gf unless he has instagram….

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[copperbadge]

Hi Sam. A potentially stupid question. Image descriptions for screen readers. Do they work the same way for audio and video? As in are they needed or helpful? I'm finding conflicting answers when I search for this.

Not at all a stupid question! I think sometimes it can vary by community, to be honest.

Screen-reader users, visually impaired folk, and others for whom IDs are particularly relevant, feel free to chime in; I'm going to ramble and you likely have more useful stuff to say. Remember to do it in reblogs or notes, as I don't post asks sent in response to other asks.

I'm not visually impaired, and I don't use a screen reader and thus am not really able to speak with firsthand authority. In the past, when I've asked, I've heard that in-post text is better than alt-text for images; even if that stops being the case, I prefer to use in-post text because there are people who aren't screen-reader users who also like the IDs. I do too, actually. And generally I've heard that video as well as image should be described. I don't do straight audio generally, but when I do, if it's a song I don't bother because the title is there and lyrics are googleable, if it's speech I like to see/give a transcript.

I like when videos have descriptions especially, because I am almost never in a position to play a video I see on my dash. If the video doesn't autoplay I don't want to hit play because then it will load with audio and I'm usually either a) somewhere I can't have audio or b) already listening to something and unwilling to turn it off. If the video autoplays it's muted, but if it's audio-heavy there's the same issue. So if someone posts a video without a description/transcript, unless it has captions, I can't engage.

There are a lot of guides out there for how to write IDs and I kind of think, based on conversations I've had, most of them are bullshit by people who don't use screen readers. In my experience, which is not universal but is relatively comprehensive, people who can't see an image often do not want a precise objective description as we're instructed to provide.

There's a great essay that touches on this, Against Access, where the writer, who is Deafblind, talks about how he doesn't want a diagram, he wants an emotional evocation.

Why are you telling me, telling me, telling me things? Your job isn’t to deliver this whole room to me on a silver platter. I don’t want the silver platter. I want to attack this room. I want to own it, just like how the sighted people here own it. Or, if the room isn’t worth owning, then I want to grab whatever I find worth stealing.

I've had people get shitty with me about putting "feelings" into my IDs, but the majority of people for whom those IDs are necessary have told me they like it because, for example, saying "She looks like she's about to commit violence" is a subjective opinion but conveys something that "A woman is standing with arms upraised and a frown on her face" does not. And if you're describing an image but there's not a ton of meaning to it, describing it in clinical detail is wasting time. A paragraph describing a fortysomething white guy and all the clothing he's wearing and the room he's in is not as helpful, on occasion, as simply saying "This is a photograph of me in my bedroom." It depends on context, which is your call to make, and the only way to get good at that is to do it.

But again: this is my experience with my readers, and even John Lee Clark, quoted above, doesn't speak for his whole community. So I would suggest that the best way to get an answer for this is just to ask your readers what they'd prefer. If you have friends who use screenreaders, ask them. If you don't, or if you don't get a response from your readers, I would do what you feel is best until someone tells you otherwise, and then be gracious and discuss it with them so you can better understand their needs. In my experience, when someone is genuinely trying to make a more welcoming space for disabilities -- as opposed to making virtue-signal attempts to Be The Perfect Ally -- they get a lot of slack when they don't get it exactly right. It is better to make a welcoming space for people to feel safe telling you that you fucked up than it is to pretend you're never going to fuck up.

So yeah, as someone who is more or less fully sighted, that's my two cents, but if you really want to know what your readers want, you know...I'd ask them. :) Good luck, either way.

[deblklesb]

Lights, Camera, Action! — Abby × Reader × Ellie Oneshot

[established relationship (abby x reader), ellie is their friend, MDNI]

cw: name calling, mentions/descriptions of sex tapes and its contents, kinda pervy characters (?? i guess, idk), beginning of threesome, ellie centered

word count: 3.2k | not proof read

a/n: so this was..... something. i decided to leave it there, i couldn't write anything more due to the amount of college demands but i sure had fun while i could write it!! hope y'all enjoy it, like and reblog! (p.s.: I'm posting it in a rush i should be sleeping by now bc i have to wake up in some hours but i absolutely will answer the asks you've sent me!! i love them, thank y'all for being so nice and sweet! please take care!)

This was a very tricky situation, and Ellie kept thinking to herself how the fuck did she got stuck into it. If you asked her she would be able to answer that, actually, but thinking back, it wasn't a good idea. Not when she felt so massively attracted to both you and Abby. 

Now the full video rolling in front of her, on her computer, made a hard blush possess her freckled face. Hands shaking a little bit, stomach twirling, sweat dripping down her back as she heard your moans for the millionth time that night and saw Abby's tongue lapping your wet pussy over and over. She didn't know if she wanted to be you or her, both scenarios seemed too good to be true. The way her heart beat so hard together with her own cunt pulsing. 

See, Ellie took some cinema introduction classes. Theory and a bit of practice too. And her friends, who were dating for more than a year now, asked her to film them a sex tape. 

"W-what?!", the brunette almost choked with her sandwich, coffing furiously to escape that question. 

You handed her the juice box, waiting patiently for her reaction to double down. When her green eyes laid on you with astonishment still, you got into how you and Abby wanted to record some sort of sex tape, to keep it to yourselves anyway. 

"And why are you asking me?!"

"Because you're the most qualified for this job", you shrugged like it was nothing. Like you didn't just ask Ellie to watch her two friends having sex, fueled by the fact that someone was recording it. "Besides, we trust you!" 

"... This is crazy, d'you know that?" 

"We'll handle it. Don't kinkshame" She gulped after Abby's words and the way you eyed her. 

Kinkshame you? Little did you know that she was doing it to herself. 

During the filming, she nearly fainted. It took her a lot of strength to keep the camera steady and her hard breaths contained so it didn't come into the recording. Although a microphone stood next to the bed, the device on her hands still captured sound. 

Sweating and working hard to ignore the growing wetness inside her pants, she didn't want to seem like some kind of pervert. You both trusted her for this, and so looking like some aroused observer wasn't right. Needing to keep professional - was that the word you used? - and not in the slightest horny as fuck. 

She saw how Abby ate you out, and wanted to be there. Saw how you humped your girlfriend's thigh, and wanted to be there. Her hand itched to touch your flesh as you were sitting on Abby's face, and to grab Abby's hair while she moaned due to your tongue on her pussy. It was pure madness.

She walked away from that apartment with legs so weak she was surprised she didn't fall. And to her embarrassment, she touched herself and came so hard on her bed, imagining you both together. Feeling bad afterwards, but not enough to stop thinking about all the things she saw. 

And now, two days later, here she was. Editing the recording in order to make this an incredible sex tape, the best to ever exist. She used a mobile camera, but also two others from different angles, so there was a lot of material to organize and synchronize, crop and assemble. 

She needed to take some time to calm herself, but before she could actually do it there was a knock on her door. Her hand flew to the notebook faster than ever, putting the screen down almost entirely while her door opened to show her friend and roommate. 

"Hey, me and Jess are going to order pizza. Want some?", Dina asked, resting on the door. 

"Uh- yeah, sure" Ellie nodded, gulping and looking around like she was caught in the middle of something forbidden. 

"Why do you look like you're doing some shit?" Her face warmed when your moan sounded on her headphone again. 

At this point she already knew what was happening on the video: Abby had you legs open on the bed, rubbing her pussy against yours. The image was sinful, but oh so beautiful. 

"I'm doing nothing", the freckled girl closed the computer, now interrupting the video. "Or something. I-I mean, anything could be some shit. What are you talking about?"

"Ellie" her friend's smile was slick, Dina knew just how to make the woman want to disappear from the Earth. "Were you watching porn?"

"N-no!", yes. Yes she was. That was definitely some filthy porn. Not because it had extreme content, but just the fact that it was her friends and crushes there, made her feel a hundred percent more aroused. "Shut up, Dina!" 

"Don't have to be so defensive about it", she laughed with hands in the air, watching as Ellie got up from the bed.

"Whatever, let's go eat, get out of my room"

Jesse heard the two of them arguing whilst coming from the bedroom, Ellie with her face so red it could almost be confused by a sunburn and Dina clacking. 

"Ellie was watching porn!"

"I was not! What are you, fucking six?!" 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hands sweating and head full of conflictual thoughts, the brunette walked into the cafeteria holding her backpack so tight it seemed like she was carrying something illegal. She had an itch on the nape, an impression that everyone there knew exactly what she did.

Pretty sure that ginger girl knew Ellie got off on the memories of that day and the video, on the vision of Abby biting her lips as you pressed her swollen clit-

"Ellie!", she snapped out of trance with your voice, looking aerial in front of you and Abby. "Is everything okay?" 

"You look like there's somebody stalking you", Abby frowned, eyeing the surroundings. 

"No, it's fine, I'm just… Tired", well, that wasn't a lie since she had to stay awake to finish the editing after the college assignments. 

"Did we bother you? I told you there was no need to rush, we could wait", you rested a hand on hers across the table after she sat, and all she could think was how your palms were soft and comfortably warm. 

"Nah, it's cool. I just left things to the last minute so I hurried as much as I could"

And after all she wouldn't survive editing the video for one more night; might as well explode. 

The vision of Abby's fingers loosely resting on your shoulder made her remember the way they invaded your pussy, fitting so perfectly there, enough to make you moan and call her name. 

Ellie took the pen-drive from the inside pocket of her backpack and put it on the table in front of the couple, letting go like touching it made her skin burn. 

"All edited, boss", she smiled as best as she could, hiding the desire to beg you both for something very explicit. "Enjoy the watch"

"Thanks, Els!", you smiled back with a lot of excitement, so beautifully, picking up the small object. "We would invite you to watch, but I guess you haven't forgotten, since you were there and had to see it again to edit."

Ellie froze. 

What did you just say? 

Her mind went blank after the mere possibility of sitting on your couch next to the both of you, just fucking watching a video of the most attractive couple having shameless, passionate sex. 

She couldn't even say anything back, which caused Abby to chuckle slightly. Just like if she knew you were doing something devious. 

"W-what-... I- I mean, I had to watch it again but I don't think I remember that clearly-", she stumbled on her words, trying to revert whatever impressions she may have passed. Shit, did you know? 

"Damn, was it that bad?" Abby snorted out, an eyebrow going up. 

"No! No-, it was great, it was amazing, I just don't think I, like, remember every single detail or something like that." That was a lie, she absolutely remembered. 

"Huh. So would you want to come over to watch it with us? I mean, we need to give you feedback for your hard work, right?", you rested the chin on a hand, eyeing her with so much glee in your orbs that Ellie couldn't tell what the fuck did that mean. 

"Sure, right! Yeah, feedback would be nice. To see if my work was good and all, guess I could use that", she couldn't care less about feedback. 

"Unless you're already tired of seeing it, it would be comprehensible. Or if it's awkward somehow…", the blonde gestured softly, her voice sounding so good. Ellie was so distracted by the anxiety and the accumulated tension that she didn't even notice how you both were satisfied with her answers, guiding her through a sinuous path into a trap. 

"No! I will definitely be there, absolutely cool. Nice. Good shit", she kept nodding back, taking a laugh from you now. 

"Okay! Seven?" 

"Lucky number!" Her smile was weak and she made finger guns. Fucking finger guns?, she asked herself.

"Yeah, I hope we have some luck for sure", Abby said, smiling. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Dina, I will fucking die!" Ellie was almost screaming in the middle of the street, phone against her ear whilst she walked to the building you and Abby lived in. 

"Could you chill a little bit?! It's just a movie! I know you're like head over four heels for them, but you've done this before. You'll get in, watch it, laugh, eat something, hang out. And then you'll come home"

"But it's not just a regular movie, it's-", she sighed and stopped on her tracks. Hiding was tiring as fuck, but she didn't know if she could tell someone, that was intimate. "Fuck, I need to breathe"

"That's what I'm saying" 

"Right. Thanks, guess I'll just hang out, watch something, whatever you just said" 

"Just be yourself, honey! You will do great! Jesse, tell Ellie she will do great" 

"You got this, Els. Whatever happens, we'll have pizza when you come back" 

"Yeah… Thanks, guys", the brunette smiled even though they couldn't see it, getting closer to the building. "I have to go, just got here" 

"If you kiss them, message me right away!"

"I won't stop kissing them just to tell you"

"You'll definitely stop it to jump around and do a victory dance, might as well message me" 

"Shut up", she chuckled and said goodbye before turning off. 

With a last sigh, Ellie pressed the button to your apartment and waited for you to pick up after the buzz. Instead, the gate just unlocked with a loud noise, neither of you needed to answer the buzz to know it was her. The brunette entered the building, heart pounding. 

"Hey, Ells!", you greeted her with that sweet smile of yours, hugging her briefly. All she could think about was how good you smelled, and how that pijama shorts left little to imagination - well, she knew what was underneath it, after all. Still… "Come on, Abs was just setting up the TV"

"Oh-, alredy?", you pulled her by the hand and closed the door, leading the way to the living room she already knew so well after hanging out there so many times. 

"We're excited to see the effects of your amazing classes", Abby smirked, winking at Ellie with those beautiful eyes. She was wearing a simple shirt and sweatshorts, exposing those strong legs. It looked so sexy in an inexplicable way. 

The three of you sat on the couch, you in between. Your legs rested on the blonde's thighs, large shirt covering the small pijama shorts. Contrasting, Ellie had pants and a flanel on. 

The filming was very good, technically speaking. But even the most layman could notice how the mobile camera had not only an open view, but also focused on intimate aspects of the situation. 

A long shot of you and Abby kissing passionately. Strong hands caressing your body and bringing back close memories of her touch. Abby bit your chin, and Ellie made sure to record closely her trail of kisses on your exposed neck. 

There was also a close shot of your bodies approaching more and more, legs tangling, Abby's strong thigh between yours as you started to move and rub your core there with a tortuous rhythm. 

Ellie's face started to warm again, she gripped the arm of the couch when you moan reverberated, as Abby palmed your breast and bit your neck slightly.��

The minutes passed and you felt yourself getting hotter. Your girlfriends fingers resting on your leg made you squirm. 

"I like the way you focused on the closeness", Abby said, getting a hum from the brunette next to you. "It almost feels like you're trying to connect with the moment."

Ellie gulped, a wetness distinctble on her pants. 

As the film goes on, the Miller girl tried her best not to move, thinking that it would hide her aroused situation but only making more obvious for you how she felt. The small biting of her lip also caught your attention, as her emerald eyes locked on the screen, where you had legs open with Abby's hand making circling moves on your clit, while you both kissed. 

Fuck, you felt the way your nipples were hardening right now, just thinking about how Ellie could've felt while editing that. 

Abby tried her best not to fuck you right then and there, knowing just how Ellie felt about the view. 

It was definitely a maddening situation for the three of you. 

When you were moving your hips with euphoria, looking for that righ, moaning against your girlfriend's delicious lips on film, Ellie finally got up suddenly. 

"I-... Have to go to the bathroom", as all she could say, before almost running into said place. 

You and Abby hear the door closing, and finally you could let go a deep breath and hold tightly on the shirt Abby wore. 

"I don't know if I can wait much more", you murmured. Her fingers trailed up to the middle of your thighs, you separating them a bit to welcome her there. The film was still on, and it made everything more intense. 

"Wanna get going?", the way she smiled had you weak, squirming while she pressed your cunt.

Inside the bathroom, Ellie rested her hands on the sink and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She could swear she saw you by the peripheral view, smiling while looking at her. Like everything since the first night after filming, she had to convince herself it was just paranoia. 

"It's okay, Ellie. They didn't notice. You can do this", she murmured. 

Washing her face and breathing deeply again, she finally got out after drying herself and doing nothing about the wetness between her legs. 

Turning off the bathroom lights, she thought a small moan she heard was kinda different, but the confirmation only came when she reached the living room again and saw you on top of Abby - not on the TV, though. 

You were literally sitting on her lap, the shorts on the ground and a strong hand pressing your cunt above the pantie's fabric. Muffled moanings came between the kiss you both shared, just like the ones Ellie heard. 

"Uh- I think I'mma get going, I don't want to-", her face was so hot and she probably was trembling. Her body urged not to go, but the rational part of her brain was judging her for standing there even though she just said she would go. 

"Ellie-", you called her. 

You moaned her name. 

Her core clenched around nothing, pleading for her to go and touch the both of you. 

Abby looked over your shoulder and used the free hand to slap your ass, bringing a louder moan followed by the - literally - pornographic sounds on TV. 

That had to be a fucking dream, right? You couldn't possibly be asking for her to do something, right? 

Right? 

"I guess we scared her, princess", the blonde said, smirking. 

"I thought you liked seeing us, Els", you declared while moving the hips on Abby's hand. 

And then it hit her. 

It was all a fucking trap. 

You knew exactly what she thought. Asking her to film you both having sex was no coincidence, not an occasional situation that so happened to have Ellie included, it was deliberated. Fuck, you were exhibiting yourselves to her and she fell like a moth hipnotized by the beautiful flame. 

"Fuck, since when you've been planning this?", the brunette murmured, walking slowly towards the couch again. On the TV, Abby slapped your pussy as you came hard and drenched. 

You felt a chill running down your spine as Ellie's slender fingers touched your shoulder, going up to your neck. Abby watched in awe as you had the hair being pulled slightly to look up, Ellie was testing the waters. 

"This shit has been planned since the beginning?"

"Did you touch yourself looking at us later?", you asked, riding harder. Abby kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your ass while the other hand rubbed your pussy intensively. Green eyes filled with lust analized your features. 

"Did you fuck yourselves thinking about me?" 

Your smile was slick and you wanted to come so bad. The sounds from the video made you even hornier, needing to surrender completely. 

Ellie did something she wanted to do for a long time: she kissed you. And it was intoxicating. Consuming her being from head to toes, oh, it lit a fire inside. It was messy and urgent, and when you both separated her lips were moisty. Then, she pulled Abby by the braid and did the same, their kiss being a bit more slow but not less intense; the gasoline that made the fire grow. 

"Please, Els…", your voice came out whiney. 

"She's been desperate for you", Abby chuckled with disdain, caressing your ass still partially clothed by the panties. "Almost begged me to fuck her in front of you today" 

"Really?", the question wasn't for you, but you nodded. "I thought she was less of a whore"

After the video, she knew how you liked to be treated. And to be pretty honest, it matched what she loved herself. 

"I'm gonna taste you, sweetie. Can I?", her fingers caressed your face, contrasting with the way you were humping hard Abby's hand. Nodding again, you started to feel more and more excited with the sounds from the TV. 

"Shit, baby, your pretty cunt looks so good", Abby's voice filled the room from the video, you knew that was the part she made you sit on her face. 

Ellie kneeled behind you, between Abby's spread legs. The blonde had a blushed face and breath hard, still touching you and having a hard time deciding where to look. She was wet, incredibly wet, and her pussy was aching. 

"After that, I wanna taste you, Abs", Ellie's voice made her squirm and slap your ass again. 

It was all so mind blowing. Her touches snake on your back, under the shirt, feeling your skin while she kisses your ass and hips. You stopped the movements, receiving Abby's lips on yours again as Ellie worshiped you. She grabbed your tits and bit your ass, causing you to sigh and smirk between the kiss. The temperature of the room rose. 

"Get up and take these", she was referring to your panties, which she pulled just so it could snap back on your ass. 

"And then sit back on my lap and watch the tape with me while Ellie tastes your cunt", Abby completed, grimacing with the wetness growing between her legs. 

[dividers by @luvchaewon and @froopis]

[mangocheesecakes]

"Mary Jane Aloot"/mjane479 scam paypal now back in use by user ibrahmiamgzn

this scammer's previous account (the-day-wys/daysuex/daysuzr/etc) has been terminated a couple days ago. now they're peddling a different story but as usual using stolen pictures and video. Please be careful as their M.O. is to request private message and then pressure you into giving them money. If you answer their ask privately, I have no way of warning you that you are getting scammed. They will turn the reblogs off of their post so that I won't be able to know who they've been contacting. They also change urls very frequently, and they already have me blocked.

So please pay attention to who your mutuals and friends are reblogging from/interacting with and make them aware of the scam if you can. Familiarize yourself with how their asks tend to look like and how they talk in private messages.

If someone who isn't blocked by this user can take a screenshot of their blog + their scam donation post and can attach them to this post with image descriptions in a reblog, I would greatly appreciate it 🩷

[fandom-hoarder]

Ok, so I got an ask for mutual aid. Of course, it's human to want to help someone in need, even if all you can do is reblog their post. But you also don't want to be scammed, or help spread a scam. So you look for clues, or you only reblog your mutuals' aid posts because you at least know they're *real*, or you don't reblog aid posts at all.

So, what are the tells? (I'm not an expert, this is just what I've learned through osmosis.)

Do they follow/interact with you, outside of the mutual aid request?

Is their username weirdly generic?

Does the blog look like a real tumblr user, and not just someone who made a tumblr to ask for aid? How old is it? Is it involved in any fandoms? Does it seem staged?

Does their aid ask and needs description make sense? Is it overly vague, or bogged down with unneeded details?

If you quote-search the body of their aid ask, do you get any similar hits for scams on other sites or under other names?

Does the account for donations look legit?

What do you find when you reverse image search?

So, having received an ask that sounded very much like someone whose mutual aid I would want to support if they're real, but already having two red flags from the jump (not following me and not in my notifications, weird wording and grammar on ask), I endeavored to suss them out.

Screencaps of my adventure under the cut.

Like someone else has said, please don't go harrass this blog. Even if it's a scam, at some point there's a person behind that screen.

So here's the ask.

Red flags: they don't follow me, I don't know them, the ask is long, the grammar and punctuation are bad, word choices are odd or misspelled. These don't mean it's automatically fake, but it looks more like a weird AI than someone using google translate to communicate in English.

So I check their blog.

Their pinned post is this (click to read, it's a longass pic):

I don't take any links yet.

I take a block of their post and check it in google; all I get are snapshots of tumblr reblogs for their aid post. I click the "buy me a coffee" link, and it looks...idk, fine I guess. There's a tumblr logo, but clicking it seems to do nothing. (I'm on mobile)

A quick search of their name on tumblr gives me 2 posts mentioning them spamming this same message to people.

I read the one with the readmore linked here

After reading wannursyafiqah74's post about it, I got on my laptop and went back to casualdonutfire.

Mostly random reblogs; cats and other random reblogs of mostly pics, many with comments that could've/should've been tags, and no actual tags whatsoever. Like set dressing that says, "See? I'm a real person! I'm leaving comments about my reblogs that show I'm not a bot! I interact! I know what I'm I'm reblogging!"

It gives me a creepy vibe. I try google again to see if I can find their presence elsewhere on tumblr. The returns are still all snapshots of their mutual aid post. I open their archive. Ok, their tumblr has archive on...?

There are no fandom-esque posts until the very first reblog, a comment on One Piece fanart on October 18, 2023.

Their first post about needing aid was on November 7, 2023. Nearly the same wording as their pinned post, except they don't mention having a child. Zero specifics on what amount is needed for what or a timeline or anything. Not even anything about Christmas coming up. Tagged generously for trans surgery and other visibility words.

Oh. AND. The buymeacoffee is different. Adela, not Adella.

Then their next post for aid is fresh on January 11, 2024; nearly the same wording, except now there's a daughter and a birthday -- no date for the birthday, though, is there?!

[reblog linked here] If you go to their January 12th reblog and click on the "video proof," it's an audio-only black screen upload to imgur, with no identifying info for what's going on other than what they describe (and it doesn't really sound like what they describe; it sounds like a kid ready for christmas but not disappointed, like idk what more you're supposed to get out of it)

Then I clicked on their buymeacoffee link and noticed something. When I hovered my mouse over the tumblr symbol under their blurb, the link embedded there showed up at the bottom of my screen. And it was NOT casualdonutfire.

It was deepeagletimetravel. And, of course, it's a nuked tumblr. Hence doing NOTHING for me on mobile.

So I went to google again!

And lo, what do I find in those lurking reblogs?

ANOTHER MUTUAL AID POST IN EVERYONE'S REBLOGS. WITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSONA AND STORY. BUT THE SAME WALL OF TEXT + BAD PUNCTUATION STYLE

Using a stock photo for their initial "bio" that seems awfully misleading when you don't say it's a stock photo.

And with stolen/uncredited art by thetransformistress as a thank you.

And, of course, the buymeacoffee page it linked for Ameera (buymeacoffee.com/AmeeradelzC) is blank. 👀 Totallynormal, nothing to see here.

But this makes me think. I go back to that Nov 7 casualdonutfire post, with their first buymeacoffee link to "Adela" (buymeacoffee.com/adelladomil)--

and what do ya know, the tumblr that opens is casualdonutfire!

So did they forget they made an adela account, and change their ameera buymeacoffee account to adella for their new post, forgetting to change the deepeagletimetravel tumblr name?! 🤷‍♀���

[anistarrose]

Other good posts have gone around about this, but I wanted to give another boost to this survey from a Tumblr staff-affiliated blog @benevolenthellsite (warning: the blog itself has gifs, some of which are potentially slightly flashy).

Please, send them politely but strongly worded feedback about our frustration with accessibility issues. In particular, I recommend telling them you won't be buying anything from Tumblr, let alone turning off your ad blocker, unless they:

add a photosensitivity community label

give users an option to block gif/video audio play on both posts and ads, on both mobile and browser

give users the option to have alt text display automatically, in customizable font size/colors to ensure readability

give users the option to disable small text, colored text, etc

(you'll notice XKit Rewritten does some of the two above points, making me doubt it would be especially hard to code)

stop putting inaccessible art on Tumblr Radar

(seriously, there are so many wonderful artists who describe their work and so many more who will happily edit IDs into their posts once someone provides them in the notes. this would not be hard and would immediately incentivize more people to add descriptions)

fix the zoom-in feature for images on mobile so that it's actually usable again

ensure that any collapsing of reblog chains will be a setting you can permanently opt out of (this is an accessibility issue because it would make it harder to access image descriptions added later in threads)

Oh, and if you want, it wouldn't hurt to politely but firmly complain about the prev tags thing and any other signs of enshittification you can think of, btw.

I don't have high hopes that this will change anything, but I also don't think it can hurt (it takes like 5 minutes), and I would love to see @staff prove me wrong and actually start taking accessibility concerns seriously for once. Don't give them Crab Day money or whatever until they do.

[edenfenixblogs]

Your work in audiovisual description is invaluable to us BVI people, thank you 🤗🤗🤗

I'm actually pretty interested in what a typical day of work looks like in the profession, so would you be willing to share? Do you have existing guidelines or are you mostly left alone to figure out what information gets described and what doesn't?

No pressure of course, only answer if you're comfortable!

Hello!!!!! I’m so glad that you value my work.

There are so many guidelines and I help write and maintain and evolve them.

There’s a reason that newer stuff is less awkward than older stuff and it’s because we try to evolve what we do over time. Occasionally we will get a chance to redo 20-year old description, which is so nice. Because we end up changing almost everything.

There’s not too much I can say about it all, because I’m bound by a million Non Disclosure Agreements, but I have worked in captioning and now [vague job title redacted] in Audio/Video Description and it always breaks my heart when people think we leave things out on purpose or don’t care. Usually, discrepancies have to do with making sure the material we put out is equally accessible to all BVI or Deaf folk (depending on department) and a lot of that is based in studies of how many words a human can take in per second, on average.

We try so hard and aren’t usually allowed to put our names on our work and all we want is to tell you how seriously we take it and how much we care.

Beyond that, I can’t say anything. Not even the company I work for or my actual job title.

Also, I really appreciate you not pressuring me to continue description work on my blog. I really do apologize, because I know it can make my posts inconvenient, but I just can’t feel like I’m still at work when I blog. I do really apologize with total sincerity. And I’m so grateful to you for being kind. I try to always reblog the versions of my posts that people add description to. I want you to have access to everything. I just can’t be in charge of all of it all the time. Does that make sense? Aside from that, I don’t want my style to somehow get deciphered by someone who identifies me and then I get sued for breaking my NDA.

I’m so so so grateful you appreciate the work we do. 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵😭🩵🩵

[bonesandblood-sunandmoon]

Tumblr has been working on implementing a Communities feature here, and they've gotten to a Closed Beta stage. There's more details in this post, but basically, some people will be getting emails with information about filling out a form if they're interested in a community and ideas will be selectively approved and created. There will be a community member cap while in Closed Beta, and taking part in feedback will probably be inevitable.

I'm honestly not sure if there's an underlying reason for who gets sent emails or if I was randomly chosen, but I have the opportunity to fill out a potential community form. Someone would have to approve it, and at this stage, allowing duplicates or communities that are very nearly duplicated with minor differences will probably be unlikely. Considering the tag spamming in Jumblr, I thought it might be a good idea to suggest some sort of Jewish themed Community.

If anyone else has gotten an email about creating a Community and has had this idea, I would absolutely like a response about it. (I have no idea if this is a 'first come, first serve' sort of thing, but I'd rather not make a duplicate suggestion.)

There is a note in the email that not every suggestion will be approved, and they're looking for a spread of different types of Communities. However, it also can't hurt to at least put forward the suggestion.

I haven't looked at the form in great detail yet, but it will probably ask for a name, description, community guidelines, and if the Community will be public or private.

Name: I'm not 100% sold on using 'Jumblr', 'Jewish', or 'Judaism' since those are so broad and general. However, if enough people like using 'Jumblr' or something that does seem personally broad, it's still on the table for consideration.

Description: A space for Jewish Tumblrites...? (Jews of Tumblr?) To be determined, really. (Should it be a space also open to gentile allies? Probably see the private vs public section.)

Community guidelines: Some will be the usual matters of what posts will not be allowed, how to tag for certain topics, and what conduct could lead to being removed from the comm. Specific guidelines to this comm are definitely where I'd appreciate some degree of input, though.

For example, it's entirely possible that someone interested in joining this potential Jewish themed Community will want to avoid examples of antisemitism. Does this look like a guideline about not posting antisemitic anon hate or reblogging conversations with antisemitic responses in the reblog chain into the Community? Does this look like needing to use a specific tag so other community members can blacklist or use Tumblr's filtering feature? What if someone wants to talk about antisemitism they've recently faced?

The Israel-Hamas war. Do the community members want a space free from news updates? Or would a guideline about not showing gory imagery or videos, but allowing text only updates, be alright? (Do community members want a space free from larger I/P discussions? Or as long it's tagged for filtering purposes, do they want to be able to talk about I/P without having trolls and random antisemites wander into the replies/reblogs?)

Zionism. I don't want this to be another space where people face the 'are you a Good Jew or a Bad Jew' sort of questioning. However, does this look like a statement in the description welcoming everyone including Zionists, or does there need to be a guideline about talking about anti-/non-/Zionism within the Community?

Other: I don't know what the community member cap will be in the beginning, so I have no idea whether there'll be a need for mods immediately or not. The only language I'm comfortable doing any modding in is English, so at the very least, I'd probably need someone who knows Hebrew at some point.

Public or private: I like the idea of a public community that's not dissimilar to the Jumblr tag, but you know, I'm not sure about how comfortable community members will be with a public community given the compilation of blocklists based on interacting with a particular post/user.

From the Communities Help page:

Public communities can be seen and visited by non-members, logged in or logged out. However, only the feed of posts in each community tab, and the About page, are accessible. Non-members cannot view the member list, see who reacted with what, or see community comments. Non-members with an invite can see everything a member can see, but cannot interact with anything until they accept the invitation. Private communities cannot be seen or visited by non-members at all. The existence of a private community is not hidden, however, if someone has the URL (they’ll see a message like “this is a private community”). Non-members with an invite can see everything a member can see, but cannot interact with anything until they accept the invitation.

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Not directly related but notable enough to mention: I can easily imagine that some people will not be enthusiastic that I'm volunteering for this effort. This is the main associated with a conversion sideblog, but I have not felt comfortable with revealing my sideblog, especially after October 7th. However, I don't think a Tumblr Community can be associated with a secondary account, so I can't really change that my not-really-Jewish-looking account is the one associated with this idea. If someone likes this idea but still would rather have someone else try to implement it, I guess we'll cross that bridge if we get there in the response to this.

[angelaherexd]

The Amazing Digital Circus Roles (School edition, with description!)

Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing good! In this blog, I will tell you on what I think The Amazing Digital Circus roles are, but in school! Let's get started! (I've been wanting to do this for a few weeks/months now and now it's finally here!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

First off, we have Gangle. That depressed ribbon girl that loves anime. I think her role will be the quiet nerd who hides what she loves to prevent being made fun of. Jax would surely make fun of her for liking anime.

Next, we have Zooble. That "non-binary" person who went through emo phases. Their role would surely be the quiet emo who looks like they could kill any minute, staring at people non-stop while chewing bubblegum. But, on the side, they probably want to be "perfect" for once.

Kinger. Crazy chess piece. He would be the guy who never shows up to class and constantly forgets where he was going to go to class, what time is it, etc etc... You would probably find him hiding in a corner of a random bathroom stall. Insects would lighten up his mood though. Definitely one of the weirdos of the school.

Ragatha, the nice person who would always help people no matter what happens and no matter how people would treat her, despite her anger issues. Probably the nice popular girl. She helps people, but no one helps her. Basically invisible and scared to ask for help during her lows.

Jax. That purple haired bunny jerk that you all simp for for no reason. Definitely a jock that makes fun of everyone and thinking that he can get any girl anytime but in reality, everyone hates and is scared of him. Definitely threw basketballs at people's faces.

Pomni. The new girl. No need for explanations.

Caine, probably the principal that doesn't understand anyone's feelings. Teleports and jump scares every teacher at any time and floats around randomly anywhere being annoying.

Bubble, just bubble. (Psst... Vice principal) CAINE SAID SO!

Kaufmo, the school clown who got expelled for doing pranks too far. Why didn't Jax get expelled first? Well, he blames it on a special someone. Who? Figure it out.

Queenie, the girlfriend of Kinger... Who went missing for a long time.

Gummigoo, Max and Chad, the trio school shooters. Who knows, they got arrested? Maybe, maybe not.

Princess Loolilalu, the prom queen that wins every single year.

The Fudge, tried to steal the "Prom King" role but failed miserably and got in trouble.

Moon, that one teacher who has a huge crush on the principle. (Caine)

Sun, that one teacher who secretly hates and wants to kill the principle unless they get a huge raise.

And that is all! Thank you for reading this blog and have a nice day! Make sure to like, follow, reblog and share for more! My YouTube channel: AngelaPlayzChess!

Who knows? Maybe I will make fanart and my own AU of this in the future with your support and my improvements. Just maybe... Bye for now! One more week of school for me left till I organize and start making chess videos again! Comment down below if you want me to do any other characters!

[just-some-guy-joust]

Just Some Guy OC Tourney - Side B: Round 2

Rules:

do NOT be mean to anyone or any characters in these polls. you MUST clarify if you are joking/teasing or you will be blocked. if you are someone who entered an oc into this and you are mean to other contestants you will be disqualified

do NOT claim a character doesn't deserve to be here. yes including your own. be nice

if you are posting propaganda you have to @ tag us, including if your propaganda is in the reblogs. it is difficult to tell when something is or isn't propaganda. anything not tagging us will likely be missed

please don't hesitate to let me know if i messed something up!

have fun, hype each other up <3 thank you

Mendel Warrenpeace | He/him | @bittersweetbonbon

CW: Transformation horror, isekai, lightning strikes

Mendel was just a normal guy, who happened to love Toontown: Corporate Clash *so* much that he played it nearly 24/7, maxing out all of his gags and disguises, even going so far as to become a beta tester for experimental VR haptic suits, just so he could be more immersed in the game. However, he was foolish enough to play the game in VR during the most intense lightning storm seen in his area, got struck by said lightning, and was isekaed into the game itself. Now trapped in the world he used to adore, at level one no less, he would do anything to get back home, up to and including re-beating the game, no matter how strenuous running around and throwing pies at robots is in "real life". Of course, beating the game isn't going to free him from Toontown's inky clutches, but we don't have to tell him that, right? Of course not.

Promos: He has a blog at mendelwarrenpeace.tumblr.com and a WIP toyhouse page at toyhou.se/26655994.mendel-warrenpeace

~

Volshebney Rebenok Asteroff | He/him | @splatoonmaster69

The worlds most 14 year old ever. Eats a diet of only mac and cheese. Sneaks onto a boat by stabbing it and passing out. Just. So Incredibly 14 years old

~

Full images and descriptions under the cut!

Mendel is, quite literally, so just some guy that I refuse to develop what he was like or what his name was pre-isekae, because his past is literally so generic and unimportant. He was NPC-core. He was nothingburger. His only friend is a 17-year-old who physically cannot stop themself from stealing things. Even now his only hobby is playing video games all day. He almost died a few days after being isekaed because he didn't want to leave his house. He's scared to walk around because he thinks the robots will shoot him point-blank just for being near them. I want to grab him and spin him around like that gif of a chimpanzee. He's even a furry.

When a powerful wizard loves another powerful wizard very much, they make a chaos magic abomination in the form of a baby. This baby ends up so incredibly sheltered with the most wet kitten energy in the world. He bites so watch out, but he doesnt bite very hard. Overall the fact the most key thing about his character is that hes 14 manages to make him just enough of just some guy that im submitting him to save other just some guys from their fate

[andydrysdalerogers]

Yours Submissively ~ Incinta

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Merry Christmas! 🎄

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Sanctuary

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Belle?! Isabella?!” Steve was yelling in the phone, frantic.  He heard movement.  

A second man picked up the phone.  “You want her, Captain? Come get her.” 

Steve stared at the phone.  His head snapped up.  He touched his comms.  “Sam?” 

“I’m landing.” There was a muffle. “We need EMTs on the corner of State and Henry.  I have a total of four down, three DOA.”   

Steve blanched. “Bucky?” 

“Alive.  Two shots, one critical.  EMTs are here and taking him to Brooklyn General.”  

“Who are the others?” 

Steve could tell Sam was hesitating.  “One of them is Disktant. Shot in the neck.  He bled out.  The others I don’t know.  I’m connecting to the security systems around here to see what happened.”  

“Sam, they were after Belle.”  

“How…” 

“She called for me to find her, but she was taken.  Clint and I are headed to her last known location.  Just get the intel and well reconvene. Sam,” he sighed, “get Bucky back to the tower.”  

“On it, Cap.”  

Steve turned to the remaining team. “Stark, you and Nat start working with Friday to see who and where. Wanda, Vision, I need you back ASAP.  Clint, you, Peter and I need to get to Brooklyn.  We need to find her and fast.”  

“Alright, you heard Cap,” Tony said.  He walked by Steve and clapped his shoulder.  “We’ll find her.”  

Clint drove Steve and Peter to the diner, see the police cars surrounding it.  Steve approached the officer in charge. “Captain, I’m Lieutenant Provenza, officer in charge.”  

“What happened?” 

“A young lady entered the diner and sat at the back.  No clean look at her on security.  She made a call and the waitress said she look distressed.  Two men entered through the back.  Video of them is clear but we have no hits on identity.  They approached the girl, grabbing the phone, speaking to someone as they took the girl to the back. They dropped her phone and glasses.”  He waived a tech forward and he brought out the evidence bags.  “They got into a van, no plates.”  

“Lieutenant, the girl taken is my wife, Isabella Rogers.  We need an APB for her right away along with the description of the van.  It was me she was talking to on the phone.”  

“Right away Captain. Any reason she was out her all alone?” 

“We had a disagreement. Sargent Barnes had accompanied her, but he was shot a few blocks away.”  

“Understood.  We’ll put out an emergency APB on her right away.” The lieutenant walked away to speak to the officers when Steve’s phone rang.  “Sam?” 

“Bucky’s wounds are serious but non-life threatening.  He’ll be awake in a couple of hours.  I have his phone.”  

“Can you check to see how he found Belle?” 

“I’m checking.  The last notifications are text between him and Paul about a car and a doorbell video.” 

“Doorbell video?” 

“Yeah, hang on.” He could hear Sam fiddle with the phone.  “Shit, Cap, he found where Belle had gone.”  

“Where?” 

“Lila.”  

Steve motioned for Clint and Peter. “I’m headed there now.  Thanks Sam.  Keep me updated for when he wakes.”  

“You got it.”   

Steve hung up and called Tony.  “Tony, check surveillance around Lila’s apartment.  I’m headed there now.”  

“Why would she go to Lila?” 

“It makes sense.  I didn’t even think to ask her since they had the falling out. Maybe she will know why Bucky and Belle were in Brooklyn.” Steve hung up and stared out the window.  His biggest fear, Belle being taken was now coming to fruition. He just had to be honest and none of this would have happened.  He glanced down at his wedding band, pulled it off and looked at the inscription.  

AAAO, KOMH B&S 

He gave a sad smile.  And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of My Heart, Body and Soul. She had it inscribed as a surprise that she told him about in London.  And while he was the king of her heart, she was queen of his.  

Belle woke up with a sore head. She tried to rub her head, but her arms didn’t move.  She tugged and felt pain in her wrists.  She blinked her eyes open to harsh light. “Finally, the princess is awake,” she heard.  Belle tried to look around but couldn’t see anything past the blinding light.  

“Jesus, this girl is dumb.”  A shadow came in by the light.  “This is the heir to HYDRA?” 

“You knocked her out with a tranquilizer.  It takes some time to get out of her system.”  That voice sounded familiar. The fog from her brain was lifting and Belle was starting to be able to focus.  

“Now she’s coming around.”   

Belle blinked several times bringing the face into focus. “Sharon?” 

“Hey there princess,” she mocked. “How ya feeling?” 

“Like I got taken by a hoe,” Belle replied.  She noticed a man standing next to her in a weird green suit.  “Who the fuck is that?” 

“My name is Quinten Beck.” He walked towards Belle and kneeled in front of her. She stared at the man in front of her. Brown hair, blue eyes, he looked kind, but malice was hidden in them. He reached up to tuck a stand of hair behind her ear.  “You have beautiful eyes Isabella.  It’s a wonder that no one else notice the similarities.”  

Belle couldn’t help herself. “Similarities?” 

“Yes, to our founder. Schmidt.  See, your mother’s side came from a long list of HYDRA supporters, but no one figured out that Schmidt had a son who had a daughter. Your mother.”  

“No, my grandfather is Pierce.”  

Beck chuckled.  “Yes, he is one of your grandfathers. But you, Mrs. Rogers, are the true heir of HYDRA. You are the most important piece to complete our mission.  We have to keep your bloodline going. And it can’t be with that All American asshole.”  

Realization dawned on Belle.  She began to thrash and scream.  “No! I won’t do this!” 

“Oh, don’t worry Isabella.  I’ll take good care of Steve once you’re gone,” Sharon said with an evil smile.  

Steve arrived at Belle’s old apartment and kicked in the door.  Lila fell as she was stuffing items into her suitcase.  Peter fired his webs to pin her to the wall. “Miss Stevens, in a hurry?” Steve growled as he walked into the apartment.  

“Steve… Steve I can…” 

“You can call me Captain Rogers, Miss Stevens.” He sat in the chair across from Lila.  “Where is Belle?” 

“I don’t know,” she replied trembling.  

“Ok, answer me this.  Who took her?” Lila remained silent, tears streaming down her face. “Delilah,” he said with a low voice dripping with fury, “Who. Took. My. Wife?” 

Lila sobbed.  “She told me that it would be better for all of us if Belle disappeared.  Belle ruined my life.  My friends abandoned me, my parents were furious at my actions.  They loved Belle like a daughter and took her side.  I just wanted to be back to where I was.”  

Steve tried to remain calm.  “I’ll ask one more time. Who took her?” 

Lila stared at America’s hero and saw the pain, the anger, fury in his eyes.  “Sharon.  Sharon Carter paid me to set Belle up.  She said if she came to me to find out where she was going.  I just made a call.”  

“Clint, please take Miss Stevens to the tower.” Clint cut Lila from the webs and escorted her from the apartment. Steve grabbed the phone Lila had next to her, but it was locked.  “Shit,” he mumbled.  

“Allow me, Cap,” Peter said, pulling off his mask.  He started to tap the phone as Steve’s phone rang.   

“Sam.” 

“It’s me,” Bucky’s voice filled the air and Steve breathed a sigh of relief. “What’s the update?” 

“Shouldn’t you be resting? 

“I’m a super soldier as well asshole.  Tell me.”  

“Lila set up Belle. To Sharon.”  

“Motherfucker.  I knew that bitch was up to something.  What’s the plan?” 

“Don’t have one yet.  We’re still trying to figure out where they took her.” Steve looked at Peter who raised his head.  

“I’ve got it Cap.  The messages from Sharon confirm what Lila was saying.  But they never mention a location.”   

“Fuck.  Ok so…” 

“Wait…” Peter kept reading. “Does anyone know a Dr. Beck?” 

The team assembled in the control room with Tony leading a presentation. “Dr. Quinton Beck was an engineer with Stark Industries.  He was working on weapons manufacturing before I changed the direction of the company.  He was let go. He hasn’t had a presence in a company for the last few years until…” he flipped a screen, “AIM a few years ago.  He got in under a false name.”  

“Why was he flagged in the first place?” Natasha asked.  

“Beck wanted to use technology to fake visuals with a slight mind control initiative weaved into it,” Tony replied sarcastically. “I shut it down and fired his ass.”  

“Why would he want to take Belle?” Bucky studied the man’s photo.  

“Yeah, that was the question we had,” Banner replied.  “I ran her DNA through websites like Genealogy and it was interesting that she had no other family out there.  No cousins, nieces, nephews, uncles, aunts, nothing.  So, I had a hunch and ran it through old military databases.  And got a hit.”  A new picture hit the screen. Steve and Bucky looked at each other.  

“Johan Schmidt, founder of HYDRA also known as…” 

“The Red Skull,” Bucky and Steve answered at the same time.  “How?” Steve asked.  

“Schmidt is Belle’s great- great grandfather. So, when they say she is the heir to HYDRA it wasn’t because of Pierce.  It was because of him.”  

Steve stared at the photo of his former nemesis.  He never thought that fucker would ever be a problem again, but history taught him otherwise. The tesseract made an appearance although it was safe on Asgard now. But it was amazing to him that Belle was so pure, so loving, so innocent compared to her family.  But her mother had ran from her family so the apple did fall far away from the tree.  

“Steve? Steve? You with us?”  Bucky shook his friend’s arm.  

“How would Beck know to reach out to Sharon?” Steve pondered aloud.  “I mean, they don’t run in the same circles unless…” he froze.  

“Oh shit,” Bucky looked at Steve.  “You don’t think…” 

“I do.”  He turned to his team.  “I guess I need to come clean with something first so you guys can understand.”  

Belle was moved to a room with a bed and locked in.  She looked around and noticed some familiar items.  Sharon walked in after a few minutes.  “Does it get you all hot and bothered?”  

“Is this how you two met?” 

Sharon sighed.  “After Steve completed his training, I needed to find a more permanent plaything.  You see, at the club, all walks of life come in.  And here comes this guy who is almost as handsome as Steve who just wants to have a friend and a release.  Well, I did what I do best and helped him with that.  And as we got to know each other, I realized that he had the technology and the will to get to the top.  And if he could get rid of the Avengers and take the only thing, they all care about, they I could have chance to get Steve to finally see me."

“What are you even talking about?” 

“I was almost there.   I almost had Steve.  And then you came along.  You seduced him, you entranced him with your fucking eyes. And he was gone.  He left me.  For you.”  

Belle cried.  “I didn’t do anything. He wanted me, he pursued me.  I fell in love with him after.  I even left when I thought he didn’t want me for more. But we were made for each other. Please let me go. Please I’ll talk to him, I’ll tell him whatever you want.”  

“I’ll tell him myself when we ‘look’ for you.” 

“Please Sharon. You know this is wrong.” Belle pleaded. “I don’t want this. I was made for Steve.” 

“You were made to be bred for HYDRA,” Sharon snarled.  “Even my great aunt knew that Steve was meant to be for a greater purpose.  She almost married him before he put that fucking plane on ice.”  

“Your aunt cheated on him before he decided to save the world.  I found the notes, her letter to him.  He thinks I don’t know but I do! You Carters are just a stain on American history!” 

Sharon reached out and slapped Belle, snapping her head back.  Sharon got right into Belle’s face. “And you will be known as the whore who married America’s hero and slept with HYDRA’s next great leader.  You will be bred; you will give birth and continue the HYDRA line and Steve will never see you again.”  

“Wait so Sharon, who helped us out multiple times, is a closeted sex fiend?” Sam looked astonished at his friend.  “And you were too?” 

“I technically still am.  Belle and I have an adventurous bedroom life ok?”  Steve was becoming annoyed.  “But that’s not the point.  The point is, I gave up that life and Sharon has not.  She still visits the club we used to go to.  Since Belle, I hadn’t been there for a few months.  That’s probably when she met Beck.”  

“Ok, focus up,” Tony started, “while we are all fascinated at Cap being a dominating bastard, which by the way makes total sense, we need to get back to finding Belle.  Now why would Beck and Sharon want to take her besides Sharon being a twisted bitch?”  

“Because Beck wants power.”  Maria Hill walked into the room.  “He was on SHIELD’s radar for his researching while he was still looking for work.  We think his goal is to create the next generation of HYDRA royalty.”  

“HYDRA royalty?” Bucky looked enraged.  “The only way would be if she had children with a true HYDRA supporter.”  

“Steve!” Bruce came running in with Helen Cho.  “We have a problem.”  

“What could possibly bigger than my missing wife?” 

“The fact that your wife is pregnant.”  

“What?”  Steve blanched.  “What are you talking about?”   

“Belle came to us a day before she ran away complaining that she was feeling under the weather.  We checked her out and she seemed fine, so we took blood. The results got lost in her running away but as we checked for any links the reminder hit my email.”  

“She’s pregnant?  My Belle is having our baby?” 

“Oh god.” Natasha covered her mouth.  “What will they do when they find out?” 

Tony looked at Steve who was still reeling from the news. “Let’s call this bitch and negotiate to get her back.”  

“They aren’t just going to give her back,” Bucky argued.  

“No, but they may be stupid enough to let us get a ping on their location.”  

Steve looked at his team, his face broken.  “Do it.  I need to get my family back.”  

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Pairing: Avenger! Loki Laufeyson x Avenger! GN! Reader

Summary: When his partner gets kidnapped, he gets sent a shocking video.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, descriptions of stab wounds, broken bones, and blood. Reader says some fuck shit. Swearing, angst, fluff at the end.

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Loki knew it was them before they even lifted their head up. He had studied them countless times before with their hair over their face. He knew the way it curled in some places and was more straight in others. He knew the color of their hair because he remembered when they died it, they were so excited to show him.

“Loki is a fucking menace to the universe. Why do you assholes think I would ever have anything to do with him? I can’t stand the guy, never mind be able to fuck him.” They spat at the person out of frame. Loki didn’t need the person to be on camera, he knew who had taken his beloved partner. He knew because he was there.

The battle had been going on for hours, and the team no closer to getting their mission accomplished. The enemies had bodies piling up by the dozen, but Tony had called for an emergency pick up. The Avengers would not win this time.

Loki’s ears filled with the loud and unforgettable sound of the jet engine that landed 500 feet away from him.

“Y/N! It’s time to go!” He yelled at them. They looked up and nodded. Everyone ran to the jet, not looking back. Y/N was the last person to get on, and they didn’t make it. As they ran an arrow plunged straight through their stomach, causing them to fall and go unconscious. Loki watched in horror as they were lifted onto the shoulder of the enemy and taken away, while the jet lifted into the air and shook from the gunshots being fired towards them.

“I told you. He’s fucking nothing. You really think I’d know anything about the Gods? I don’t even really believe in that higher being bullshit.” Tears threatened to spill from Loki’s eyes.

The video had just come through and the only reason it was uncovered was because Stark finally hacked through and into their system.

It had been 3 months since that day. They looked awful. Their hair had been cut in some places, their face almost unrecognizable from the bruising and beatings, their leg looked broken and poorly set back in place. Surely Y/N wasn’t able to walk. They were sickly looking. Thinner than they’d ever been from Starvation. He couldn’t bare it.

It took four days to get them home. Four more days where they had to sit and rot in that basement. Loki was upset. Loki hated himself. And he was sure they hated him too.

Loki ran a hot bath, helped them undress, and started to bathe them. He’d never seen someone so completely empty. Their mouth was agape like they wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“I saw the video.” He said softly.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay.” He kissed their forehead.

“I only said it to stay alive you know. I just wanted to stay alive. I wanted to come back home to you.” Their tears start to fall, and sobs wrack their body.

“I know, I know, and you did it, my love. You came home. You came home to me.” He wrapped his arms around their frame and held them close, not caring about the water soaking his shirt.

They came home. They did what they had to do to come home. They convinced people that he was so awful they had nothing to do with him. He was proud. He was so happy to have them home.

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