#inspired by tumblr live popping up suddenly

[slappels]

Can someone replace tumblr already??

can someone just. make a new tumblr that doesn't have tumblr live that you dont need to snooze every month and that has the profile pictures next to the post and has better bot protection and is crowdfunded like ao3 or something im fed up with this.

[redphlox]

No matter how bnha ends, I'm grateful that I became invested because it brought me joy, and it gifted me the euphoric experience of getting to know one of my favorite characters ever: Touya Todoroki, Dabi. I will always love him, and he will always have a special place in my heart. Nothing can change that or take that away from me. Shouto, too. The soba brothers are eternal to me.

It's so typical of me to be drawn to the mysterious, cold, brooding characters, haha. Shouto and Dabi immediately captured my attention when I first watched/read bnha with @fox-conscious. I took a break from following the series for a few years until November 2020, when I casually logged into Tumblr after months of not checking and saw chapter 290 Dabi's Dance leaks. It must have been fate. Suddenly, I was fully immersed in the manga again, excited that the obvious familial connection between my two favorites was officially confirmed. This reveal reignited my excitement and gave me something to focus on and look forward to during a challenging first semester in grad school, when I was on the cusp of realizing I needed professional help for my eating disorder.

To deal with the stress and have fun, I turned to reading and writing meta, and trying to make friends to share the experience with. That's the most important thing that has come from following this series... I've met so many incredible people who mean a lot to me:

@haleigh-sloth has become a really dear and close friend of mine. We met because of this manga and bonded over crepes, breakfast foods, pasta or ramen dinners, shopping at the mall, swimming in the river, walking her dogs, sleepovers, traveling, and road trips because of our shared love of the characters and story. We are basically the same person and constantly say the same things at the same time. Through the ups and downs of school, work, moving, and even now, we've always had each other's backs and shared countless moments of laughter and ugly cackling because we can't take shit seriously, ever. She's one of my best friends for life and I can't imagine NOT having her around!

@todomitoukei was one of the first friends I made in this fandom. I can always count on her to make the funniest jokes I've ever heard, especially during a completely serious conversation, and I'm astounded how smart, quick-witted, and talented she is. Truly an inspiration. I always look forward to seeing notifications that she messaged me because she brightens my day <3

I've had the great pleasure of meeting and hugging @hamliet TWICE! She has a generous heart and an inviting, calm aura. Her kindness and intelligence are remarkable. I genuinely enjoy discussing all sorts of topics with her, both silly and serious: life, hopes and dreams, fears and daily struggles, funny memes, reading and writing. I also love seeing her pet photos and can't wait to meet them in the future.

@transhawks is truly my most insane friend, and I say that lovingly and in the most ironic way because he's level-headed, creative, articulate, and self-aware. I'm always learning from him. I can talk to him for hours and never run out of things to say, and I always look forward to his insightful commentary about anything and everything.

And of course, I'm grateful for all the discord shenanigans with my friends: watching the anime together, voice calls, memes, sharing ideas, etc. @chocolate-biscuit who always pops into the chat with funny one-liners that leave me cackling for days when they flash in my head randomly, @bootlickerhawks who is the bestest horse person ever and I get excited to see on my dash, @helga-grinduil who is the saltiest and funniest person on this hellsite and also happens to make the best bnhaedits in this entire fandom, @jecook who is one of the sweetest people I've ever met and can't wait to read fix-it fics from, @mettywiththenotes who sends cute dog pictures and makes the most hilarious memes. Together we are all unhinged, and I love it. Despite living in different time zones, different counties, we've all create a fun space to cohabitate, and I think that's really cool and beautiful.

Hmm. Looks like the real treasure was the friends I made along the way, and the shared trauma of having our favorite characters mishandled by their creator was worth it. Can't wait to keep writing fics, making memes, and making new friends like @shortstrawberryshake because of this manga. And, I can't wait to keep loving Touya and Shouto Todoroki, of course <3

[g0ry0re0]

"One Love, One House", Josh Futturman (Future Man, 2017, TV Show) - Imagine

Description: AU where Josh never beats Biotic Wars. Instead, he lives with you (his partner) in a cozy little apartment in L.A. / Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

General Notes: Established Relationship, Gender Neutral Reader, Pure Fluff/Comfort, Second Person POV, Lots Of Physical Touch (some a bit sensual/intimate?), Not A Lot Of Dialogue, Reader Has Some Internal Dialogue (“italics”)

Author's Note: Posting my first official imagine on tumblr, yippee! Also, my titles will almost always be inspired by songs ("Sweater Weather" by The Neighborhood, song link at the bottom of the post). Enjoy this short blurb!

Word Count: 1,031 Words

California needs the rain, that's what everyone always says, and you agree. You love the rain...

Just not right now. You did not have the best day at work and leaving was all you could think about. On top of that, driving in Los Angeles was already terrible enough. But when it rained? God, you wanted to be home already.

Mental and physical state being in rough condition, you finally hop in your car at the end of the day and start the twenty-minute drive back to your apartment (though, in reality, it was an hour's drive with this weather and L.A. traffic). Your safe haven.

Walking into your apartment felt like the weight of the entire world finally lifted off your shoulders. Your back cracks as you roll your shoulders to slip off your jacket, the warmth of the room enveloping you as you leave your shoes by the door and walk into the adjacent room, the living room (a.k.a. The Game Room, as dubbed by you and Josh the moment you moved in).

You could see Josh's messy hair popping up over the couch, facing away from you with his headset on. He must've gotten out of work early. Not totally unusual, but still welcome nonetheless. You're not sure if he knows you're home as he seems very entranced by his game. Of course, he was playing Bio Wars again, he couldn't get enough of that game. Sure he played others, as well as some with you, but he was addicted to that game in particular.

You walk around the couch, him still not taking his eyes off the screen until you plop down across from him and put your feet up on his lap, immediately relaxing your sore bones by lying along the couch. He jumps a little but finally faces you, just for a brief moment, and flashes you a smile before turning back to his game.

"Hey, hun. How was work?" He asks distractedly, but still smiling, clearly happy that you're home now.

"Not great," you sigh and rest your forearm over your eyes. "Everything hurts. Happy to finally be home, though." You mumble, already feeling your eyes flutter shut from exhaustion.

Josh hums in response, seemingly hyper-focused on his game, but he was listening. He always listened to you.

You both sit together, basking in the contentedness of the moment. The warmth of the apartment was amplified by the warmth you felt from your feet resting on Josh's lap. The aches in your body were slowly melting away the longer you lay on the couch, your breathing starting to slow down. It was quiet, but the sound of rain could be heard faintly from the somewhat open (broken) window in your kitchen, gently watering the half-dead tiny plants sitting on the window sill. You could also vaguely hear Josh's game coming from his headset, the ambiance slowly bringing you a sense of peace.

You remove your arm from its resting spot on your face and cross both over your stomach, wrapping yourself up almost cocoon-like. Your eyes are still closed, and your breathing slows even further, despite your efforts to fight off the sleep you so desperately need. You can feel Josh set down his controller on the side of the couch and you can hear indistinct voices coming from his headset. Must be some kind of cutscene.

Suddenly, you can feel Josh's rough hands squeezing your feet. Your closed eyelids flutter a bit and you sigh out of appreciation. Josh seemed to appear distracted more often than not, but he always paid attention to what you communicated to him, both verbally and subtly. This man adored you, he practically worshiped the ground you walked on. He would do whatever he could to see you smile, and right now, the signals bouncing off your body were telling him that you needed a little more attention than what he was currently providing.

He promptly paused his game and took off his headset, placing it on the coffee table before looking over at you. You weren't asleep yet, but you were dangerously close. He gently smiled at how serene you looked, probably staring for a bit too long before he snapped out of it. He tapped your left knee, prompting you to open your eyes and maintain eye contact with him for longer than two seconds since you got home. He was still smiling gently at you as he brought his legs up on the couch and started crawling between yours. He slowly made his way to you, softly caressing your calves, your thighs, and your hips with his hands along the way before laying his head on your stomach and beginning to settle down.

He rests his hands on the sides of your waist now, tenderly squeezing while making the rest of his body comfortable between your legs and on the couch. Your arms untuck themselves from around your torso as he does this. You rest one of your hands on his head, scratching delicately, pulling a deep, contented sigh from him. He mumbles something unintelligible as he relaxes against you, pushing a quiet, single laugh from you.

"What'd you say, love?" You ask quietly, continuing to gingerly scrape your nails along his scalp.

"Nothin', just happy you're home." He slurred sleepily before pressing a delicate kiss to your clothed stomach.

He then resumed his position with the side of his head resting against the exact middle of your tummy, his hands still lovingly gripping your sides. You hum happily and close your eyes again, your and Josh's movements both slowing to a halt as you fall into a shared slumber. The warmth you felt earlier has only increased, Josh quite literally working as a weighted blanket, both your body heat keeping one another fulfilled. Any aches you felt before were gone, intertwined bodies relaxing against each other appreciatively. Breaths and heartbeats slowed and in sync, the downpour heard outside and the ever so quiet Bio Wars soundtrack playing from Josh's headset, lulling you and Josh into a tranquil sleep.

Masterlist Link

Divider: saradika and saradika-graphics on tumblr

Gif: harryshumjjr

[yours-the-author]

...And by a day or two I mean like five.

Sorry for the delay, everyone! First I had work and assignments to do, then I had to spend a whole day drawing the base sketches for each picture, then I had to color them but my phone started dying so I had to do it in two days instead of one... I feel like I always overestimate or underestimate how long things like this will take; there is never an in-between.

Anyway, as you may or may not know, @lumyious-studios came up with a lovely little idea (original post here and post further exploring the concept here), and the moment I saw it, I knew I had to draw something. This isn't a full concept or anything (I don't have the brain energy to make a whole AU out of this), but I've got some fun little bits and bobs to show off, so enough waiting around! Let's set the scene!

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The shadow monsters appeared suddenly, quietly, as if they had always been there. A planet already struggling with violence and theft was at the mercy of a darkness that spread mischief and tragedy wherever love was felt. The world prayed for a savior, but nobody came. So the world kept turning, for what else was there to do?

Much time passed, and the world eventually found a new sense of normalcy. People's lives continued on around the dangerous shadows, including the lives of the Toppat Clan as they scoured the world for treasures and valuables to expand their power and influence.

Then, one fateful day, in an inconspicuous lot of dying grass that was rumored to hide a great treasure, the world changed forever...

Desperate to save his chief, the Right Hand Man of the Toppat Clan reached for what he hoped was an impromptu weapon to fight off the darkness.

And one

*MAGICAL TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE THAT LOOKED REALLY COOL AND EPIC TRUST ME YOU GUYS*

later...

RIGHT HAND MAGICAL GIRL was born!

As unexpected as this sudden transformation was, Right Hand Magical Girl quickly got to work.

And that's the first half of the episode!

The second half introduces the staple of every magical girl anime/manga ever: the adorable and definitely not dubious magical companion that leads the hero to the right path!

And just as quickly as it was introduced, the adorable and definitely not dubious magical companion was gone forever...

...Or was it?

As uncertain as the chief of the Toppat Clan was about his Right Hand Man's magical new side gig, he quickly came around to the misadventures that followed.

...Too quickly, actually...

Aaand, SCENE!

Obviously, a magical girl dress should be drawn in complete detail with all the frills and ribbons to match... unfortunately stick figures- despite the name- do not actually have good figures. So I ended up creating a slightly thinner version of Mayor Fredrickson as the base for the full image of Right Hand Magical Girl. It took a lot of time to get the body down just right (and don't even get me started on those hands), but I think it looks pretty okay!

You may be able to tell, but a big influence for this outfit was the Magical Dress from Animal Crossing: New Horizons (I tried to add a link to a picture but Tumblr Did Not Like That), but I also drew inspiration from Sailor Moon and whatever Google Images pulled up. The shoes were also fun; I decided to add some fun little ankle flaps that pop outwards and I like it a lot! I also settled on giving Right Hand Magical Girl silver slippers as a homage to the original version of The Wizard of Oz, which was switched to ruby slippers in the movie since color TV was new and silver wouldn't look as fun. Here though, silver is a better match for purple.

Speaking of purple, you might be asking: why he ourple tho? I thought about doing pink, or a variety of colors, or even mint green, but given that Right Hand Man's official Among Us color is purple, I figured it'd be good to stick with a classic look. And he works it, if I may toot my own horn for a bit.

The shadow monsters feed on love, so since Right Hand Man and Reginald are... you know... they get attacked pretty frequently. Right still has his hands full protecting his chief, there's just some magical stuff added on now.

Hmm, that adorably dubious magical creature we got rid of in the first episode looks all shadowy when it gets splatted... maybe it's actually the real leader of the shadows, a miniature god of chaos and hate that plays this game over and over again on every planet it finds, picking some random sap to be the "hero" that eventually gets defeated in the end? If it is, I can't imagine it's too happy that Right Hand Magical Girl isn't playing by the rules... Right had better watch his back (or the back of who he most desires...)

Okay, done, boom, happy birthday, peace and love in the world despite everything! I hope this little thing I made brought a smile to your face, or at least made you exhale sharply out of your nose in amusement.

Stay safe, ya'll. I'll see you this Monday for the next update of Liminal Love!

[badp1l0t]

Ya’ll…I honestly dont think many people are gonna see this…but those who do, please stay and read. You dont need to reblog this post or like it or anything (and im not just saying this as reverse psychology, Im being dead serious, and I’m only adding tags so that people can see this and maybe even be inspired), just center your mind towards this blog. I have something important to share.

I understand this might be a ‘tldr’ or ‘idrc’ moment for some of yall by the way, and that���s fine. If i randomly saw this on tumblr I probably wouldn’t read it either lol. But if you could just take a few minutes out of your life to read this, i would really appreciate it.

So I just got this gut feeling only a couple minutes ago that I felt really deep inside me (dont take that outta context). Everything around me just disappeared, dissolved, just popped out of existence. I suddenly realized how terrible the world is, like my brain just snapped into reality…just…finally realized whats actually happening in the world. I noticed how terrible people can be, and a gut wrenching, primal rage bubbled in stomach. Moments later, I thought about what I’m doing with my life, how I’m wasting it away, just spending all of my life on my phone, ipad, TV, computer, PS5, nintendo….how i’ve never felt myself truly accomplish something or feel satisfied. I noticed how I have done NOTHING in my life except just plowing through every day without doing anything meaningful. I just felt unfulfilled…unsatisfied. I wanted to get off my phone and go outside and enjoy what life really is. The reason why I’m still on my phone here is to type this messages. What im trying to say is…you should really just put your screen down and really just enjoy life for what it is, to just enjoy life and really experience what you were made for. To just sit down and relax, go outside, look up at the sky, and just contemplate what you’re doing with your life. Just be. Be alive. Enjoy your time here.

Ik it’s kind of weird to be hearing this from helluva boss obsessed chronically online person that has terrible repetitive grammar and spelling, and I’m sure that you’ve heard this messages a hundred times, but I just feel like this is what people should experience in life. To just experience what it’s like to live.

To just…be.

I love you all 🌺❤️

[siriannatan]

Too Damn Tall - JimmyfWhipScott

Some tall s1Jimmy art has been popping up on Tumblr recently, so I, a big fan of it, got inspired to write this little piece :} (I've been writing a lot of one-shots lately…)

AO3

After just a few weeks of his little affair with a certain elven king and a certain merling ruler, fWhip understood why Joel always complained that he was of average height. Scott and Jimmy were just damn tall and fWhip both loved and hated it.

Back to the start. How did he end up with damned cod-boy and ice queen frequenting his manor and bed? Long story short. The Salmon Empire - Grimlands old ally that lost a big war with Cod and ceased to exist. As it turns out, the refugees now living under fWhip were not the only survivors. Their royalty survived, allied themselves with some nasty people, kidnapped and tried mind-controlling him and Scott and Jimmy teamed up to save him. And proceeded to not leave his side until the allied forces of all the other empires took down this new threat. Oh, and they relentlessly flirted with him whenever he felt even the slightest bit bad about how easily the Salmon got him. 

At least Jimmy and his subjects got a lot less hostile to all the salmon-folk living in Grimlands river district. And damn clingy. Did these two not have countries to run? Or was fWhip just that bad at paperwork?

No matter the reason for their abundant free time, they were too damn tall. How was he supposed to surprise kiss either of them?

Jimmy had a good reason, he was from the same demi-god merfolk royalty line as Lizzie. Eight feet was better for fWhip than ten for Joel. Didn't mean that having to poke Jimmy and actually say he wants kisses wasn't terrible. Humiliating. It made him heat up in annoyance and more than once set himself on fire. Dragons, once mated were damn clingy and affectionate but still jerks about it. How was he supposed to do anything when Jimmy was too tall to get to from the floor and too terrible as a perch to get to from the air?

For now fWhip settled on punching him in the legs so Jimmy got closer to him.

Scott. Scott had no good excuse for being a nearly seven feet tall icicle. Yes, elves were tall but not that damn tall. And he got angry whenever fWhip jumped on him, or surprise landed on him. Apparently, fWhip was too heavy for Scott's delicate elven physique. And then he dared to get angry when fWhip was upset his affection was shot down. At least he was not complaining about scratches and bites since he was probably the only person who beat fWhip in the layers of clothing they both liked to pile on them. Not even Gem wore that much and the Cliffs got pretty cold. fWhip guessed it was magic.

At least Scott wasn't too tall for good old tippy-toe kisses. As shameful as those were for fWhip. At least he could help him cool down after all that shame. All Jimmy could do was zap him...

"fWhip?" Sausage asked, breaking fWhip from his love trouble thoughts. Siblings. What a lovely thing. Especially when you're the only one to suddenly sprout dragon wings, horns, tail and other things. Like scales. Scales were a shock to fWhip. So damn sensitive... "You still there?"

"Yeah, just thinking thing thoughts," fWhip shrugged. They were still waiting for Gem and Pearl to proceed with this weeks - on Gem's insistence they met once a week, Wither Rose Alliance meeting. "Tall people should all just go and die," he sighed, fully aware his dear, older brother counted among tall people. fWhip was nothing if not a petty jerk.

[manichabits]

I dabble in writing erotica as a hobby. When my husband and I had a roommate living with us, he was often the inspiration for many filthy stories. After years of being close friends, one night all of that sexual tension came to a head and for the better part of two years whenever I needed release I would always run to him. He’s moved out now, and we’ve met up a few times since but every once in a while I can’t help but fantasize about him and out comes these stories of our time spent together. Here’s the first one I ever wrote, enjoy.

A Ten Hour Day

Hair in pigtails, no pants on and a hoodie is how I wait for you to arrive home. My legs clenched tightly as my panties dampen in anticipation. Seinfeld plays in the background as I aimlessly scroll through Tumblr fantasizing. Every Monday is like this, my only day home alone. Our conflicting schedules and my husband's presence dictate every interaction forcing them to be appropriate, seemingly innocent. Stolen touches here and there, longing glances and sultry stares exchanged across the living room are par for the course. I ache for you come Mondays, ready to pounce as soon as I hear the turn of the doorknob. But I have to be a good girl, patient, until you’re ready.

It always starts so innocently, a touch of the leg, a pinch on the arm. Who knew teasing could be such foreplay? A fevered kiss pulls us together as I grasp at his shoulders and slide my hands down his chest to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it. His hands find a comfortable resting point at the swell of my breasts, cupping them and running the pad of his thumbs against my nipples, tightening them into stiff peaks. I moan into his mouth and beg him for more, I try to close the space between us, pressing my body against his as he pushes me back onto the couch. His shirt is the first thing to hit the floor as he looms over me in his alabaster glory. He has soft, auburn colored chest hair that trails down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. I can’t resist running my fingers through it, marveling at the feeling of his defined chest.

My breath catches in my throat as my fingers reach for his belt, my eyes darting up to his as if asking for permission to continue. He gives me a smouldering look that soaks my panties and smirks at me. I deftly unbuckle it with one hand, using the other to pull his mouth to mine in a scorching kiss. He has the softest lips and his mustache always tickles my upper lip. His kisses trail down my cheek to my neck, as he nips and bites it knowing it makes me weak.I whimper as my hands work to free him from his pants, pushing his boxers down his thighs as his cock springs free of its cotton prison. My hand grips his rock hard cock I feel it swell in my hand, my heart is racing. His left hand finds the apex of my thighs and starts to rub my pussy lips through my soaking wet panties. I shamelessly grind against his hand begging for more as my legs fall open, exposing myself to him. He slides his pointer finger and middle finger under the edge of my panties and across my sensitive clit, I practically jumped at the sudden contact.

My hands move from groping at his swollen member to clutching his biceps as he slides his fingers into my hot, waiting sex. My head falls back against the arm rest and my breathing becomes ragged, how can he reduce me to this panting mess so quickly? My eyes roll back and I arch my back, forcing his fingers deeper into my aching pussy. I have to have more, I beg him to stretch my pussy, pleading with him to insert another finger. He obliges and I feel stuffed full. He whispers to me “You like that don’t you, you slut” , all I can do it nod, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts. Suddenly his fingers cease and he pulls them out with a wet “pop”. I immediately whine at the loss of contact and open my eyes, staring at him silently pleading. He grabs ahold of my hair and tells me to get up, tugging me forward on the couch towards him. I opt for a kneeling position and situate myself between his thighs, resting my hands on them awaiting further instruction. His left hand remains atop my head, a mess of hair firmly grasped in it as his right hand reaches down to give his cock a couple of strokes.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it you dirty girl? You just don’t know what to do without a cock in your mouth, do you?” I shake my head no and watch intently as he continues to stroke his cock. He lowers my head to his towards his aching shaft and orders me to suck it. “Open up slut, you’re going to take this whole thing deep in your throat, don’t even think about coming up for air” With a firm push on the back of head more than half of his length is thrust into my mouth. I let out a deep moan and eagerly lick and suck on his thick cock. He grips my hair tightly and shoves my head down even farther, his whole length in my mouth as my nose is pressed against his pelvis. I try and relax my throat and breathe deeply out my nose, which works until he starts jerking his hips, begging to fuck my throat. I gag and try to pull away as his grip on my head tightens, keeping me firmly in place. I struggle against the invasion but that only spurs him on, finally he lets go and I gasp for air, pumping my hand up and down on his now soaking wet cock as spit and precum drip down my chin.

I slowly lower my mouth onto the tip, licking it gently and sucking. He is having none of this slow, gentle approach and slaps me hard in the face, my eyes tear up. “I thought you liked this, you can try harder than that, can't you? You can take it deeper.” Not wanting to disappoint him I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and take him as deep into my throat as I can manage, reaching down to cup his balls, he loves that. He thrusts his hips in time with my bobbing head, whispering dirty sentiments. I pull my mouth away and stroke him, taking the opportunity to catch my breath and sneak a look up at him. He’s flushed with his head tipped back and his eyes closed, “I’m getting close,'' he murmurs. Not wanting to waste a drop, my lips enclose his tip once more and I suck like my life depends on it. His hands fly up and press my head down as he whimpers he’s about to cum. I greedily swallow every last drop of his tangy cum while I look up at him maintaining eye contact. I love watching his face while he cums, so beautiful, so erotic.

I swallow with a gulp, and a final lick from base to tip. He smiles at me, his trademark smirk and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest listen to the rapid beat of his heart and taking in the musky smell of his sweat, he always smells like a hard days work. He runs his fingers through my hair and holds me close, a sweet gesture to let me know that he’s fond of me. I always appreciate this little moment after our encounters, he hates cuddling but he does it for me. My husband will be home soon and he gives me a little pat on the back, a sign that cuddling is over and we have to return to reality. We dress and return to our spots on the couch, glancing back at the tv where Seinfeld is still playing. His hand finds mine and gives it a little squeeze. A contented sigh escapes my lips, I’m rather fond of Mondays.

[justiceshot]

Inspiration

There’s been this phenomena bothering me for a long time now, and I’ve never spoken up about it because I didn’t feel like I had the authority to do so or the right words to articulate just what about it made me feel so hollow inside. I was doing meal prep today on my lunch hour and the words finally hit me. Like, “Holy shit I get why recipe blogs start with an 85 page thesis on country living before you get to the recipe” level of Hit Me.  

While I was chopping onions I noticed how I was holding my knife (badly) and an old scene from Good Eats popped up into my mind. Immediately it made me smile and I corrected the way I was holding my knife. I used to know the words to every episode of that show--and there were many seasons. I don’t anymore. I couldn’t remember the words to the scene and it made me a little sad before I moved on with the chore.

Why bring this up?

Let me dredge up some old, old tea to give you an idea of when I first noticed it acutely and how it’s changed the way I view media in general. There was a scandal years ago now. Might have been 2016 for the First Trump campaign even where donor information got out on a bunch of celebrities and Alton Brown was on that list as having donated sizably to the Republican party. This was about the time when fear at the LGBTQA community online was at an all time high. I follow a Lot of artists on Twitter and there was just this chorus of despair and dismay. Mr. Brown gave the predictable confusion as to why he was getting backlash and why his decisions should matter and all manner of very logical defensive statements as to why he should do exactly as he did. 

I’m not sure if he ever understood why an entire generation of people who grew up naming him as possibly a childhood hero or at least the reason they gave a passing shit as to why they’d care what they made for themselves suddenly turned away from him. Fast forward a few years and it’s the same story for the creator of Five Nights at Freddy’s (Scott Cawthon, I think?). And again and again there’s this tone deaf confusion from the people I and a lot of other people had kind of put on a bit of a pedestal as someone we wanted to emulate -- or at least aspire to their level of success and influence-- having an Inconvenient Truth coming to light about them. There are more. Many more, but these two were the ones that finally made me sit and think about it.

I never retweeted anyone’s comments pouring my heart out about it. I didn’t think I’d have anything valid to say. I do now.

Here’s the Finally Getting to the Recipe portion of this post.

No one is surprised to see an Influential white man support either the Republican party or values/actions that have been supported by said party as it marches ever toward regressive Authoritarian values. Not ten years ago, not fifty years ago, not now. That’s not why they lose a generation of fans.

When someone creates something they don’t get to choose who gets inspired by the content they create unless it never gets shown to the outside world. It’s how symbols get stolen by radical groups. Symbols that have to be hard fought to be reclaimed if they ever can be at all. So when a wholesome cooking show comes along that appeals to the nerdy and teaches them how to cook, or an indie horror game makes waves on the online community as being the brainchild of one person and these things get Big they’re going to reach a Lot of people. 

I’m posting this on Tumblr, almost none of y’all are cishet and even if you are chances are you’re either an Ally or at the very least not a goddamn enemy. So I’m talking to the choir when I say the older I got, the harder it was to find adults or media outlets in the mainstream who I could feel good about supporting. When news like this breaks? It breaks my heart a little bit every time and takes me by surprise. 

Not because another older white man is putting team mentality politics over the well being of his fellow Americans. But because these people through their creations and success have been able to get out of their tiny home bubbles and meet people. Either through real travel or online. They’ve gotten to expand their horizons so much to make all those waves. And when they come back to their homes and decide where the fruits of their labor should go, they show they haven’t Grown because of those experiences. 

They still choose the side that wants to take away basic human rights. 

So I’ll continue to say goodbye to a lot of childhood heroes I expect. Not because they’ve passed, but because I’ve grown more than they have as a result of their creations. It doesn’t make the lessons I’ve learned or the joy I’ve taken from their works any less valid, but it does make me look elsewhere when I want to find that next rainbow to chase.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

Best of 2023 - part 2

So, last year I posted my best-of-2022 list on this Tumblr page after some non Facebook minded listeners asked me about it, and this time I'm being proactive so here it is, my best records and gigs of 2023, starting with the records that were released in 2023 - 6 to 1 + best gigs 2023. With YouTube clips or Bandcamp links if available.

6. CIA Débutante: Down, Willow (Siltbreeze) - best record yet of the duo CIA Débutante, and they also released the collab lp with Al Karpenter, also a beast of a record.

5. Leda: Neuter (Discreet) - guitar loops looping guitar loops looping. It's Leda, you know what to expect, and still this is probably, together with the Music For A Film tape, the best effort of Sofie Herner so far. And very close to what she did with Neutral too.

4. The Sheaves: Excess Death Cult Time (Minimum Table Stacks) - bizarre nasal post-punk. The record is too short, but so great. First released on tape, thanks to MTS now also on vinyl. The Fall is dead, long live The Sheaves.

3. Drifting: Dream Autopsy (Förlag För Fri Musik) - Angelic voices on a background of tape loops and sheer noise. New trio with Sewer Election, Form Hunter and Julia from Amateur Hour. Probably sounds like Amateur Hour without the songs/guitars.

2. Ordeal: Vätterns Pärla (Aguirre) - there was already a very limited tape released in 2020 that was screaming for more, and suddenly out of nothing comes Vätterns Pärla, released on Belgian label Aguirre Records, and when they made this announcement I kinda jumped out of my chair with excitement. Ordeal is another alter ego of Dan Johansson of Sewer Election/Neutral/Amateur Hour and more, and this drone music inspired by master Maurizio Bianchi. Great great record.

1. Famous Mammals: Instant Pop Expressionism Now! (Siltbreeze) - Same story: there was a tape first and a digital release and then suddenly this record on Siltbreeze and it's sooooo good. And it's a supergroup made up of Andy Jordan (Andy Human, Non Plus Temps, The World, Lenz, Naked Roommate), Stanley Martinez (Rays, Children Maybe Later, Violent Change) and Amber Sermeño (The World, Naked Roommate). Again: The Fall is dead, long live Famous Mammals.

To end: it wasn't a big hot gigs year, but there's been more than enough to enjoy. Here's a small list of the best shows I saw in 2023:

Oi Boys @ De Kreun/Pit’s

Ignatz/Christophe Clébard @ Pit’s

The Serfs @ Pit’s

Front 242 @ De Kreun

France @ Pit’s

Bad Breeding @ Pit’s

Pain Appendix & Sisto Rossi @ Crude Transmissions Festival, Leiden

Olimpia Splendid @ Trefpunt

Tramhaus @ De Kreun

Boy Harsher @ Dour Festival

Gee Tee @ Pit’s

Stereolab & Chalk @ Sonic City

Venediktos Tempelboom @ a chapel in Kortrijk.

Enjoy 2024. De Algemene Verwarring #104 is coming up on January 8!

[genshxn]

anon asked:

This is a pretty niche thing to request I feel like;; but would you consider doing an albedo//reader writing where albedo watches the reader get a vision? Something something watching power burst into like type of thing, thank you

bro imma be real with you, i’m not super familiar with the way visions are handed out but i think they literally just appear in front of you or something, so that’s how this goes lmao-

also tumblr ate my previous draft so that’s fun. luckily i hadn’t actually written anything—

【ａｌｂｅｄｏ】

he witnesses his s/o receive a vision

warnings ; battle, injuries, burns

- Albedo himself is in possession of a vision, yet when it appeared before him, he barely gave it another thought.

- He wasn’t sure why the thought suddenly popped into his mind in the middle of combat. Here he was, slashing away at a Ruin Guard that had activated.

- Normally it wouldn’t be such a bad situation, as he is capable of combat, but you were there as well. His lab assistant and partner. You only had your weapon to defend yourself against the Ruin Guard, but physical damage on the Abyssal sentries was nearly futile.

- This damned Ruin Guard was tough. Albedo has already been injured by it. His rib cage bruised and his legs all battered and bleeding. You, luckily, hadn’t had as much damage taken.

- Albedo was trying his best to keep an eye on you so he could protect you as well as fending off the Ruin Guard. Perhaps he could create one of his elevators under your feet, but that could end up endangering you further by making you immobile.

- Albedo was too caught up in his own mind that he wasn’t paying proper attention to notice that the Ruin Guard was targeting him with its 6 shot missiles. It had already turned around, rearing it’s turrets to fire.

- His stomach sinks when he sees you come rushing in like a bull, right towards him.

- The missiles were launched. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You leapt out, aiming to push Albedo out of the way at your own expense. Explosions rung out from the missiles hitting the ruins around you, narrowly missing you by a hair.

- The two of you fall to the ground in one piece, but you weren’t unscathed. A burn travelled up your leg as a result of the explosion.

- Albedo’s breath hitched in his chest when he saw the Ruin Guard targetting again, but this time, it was targeting you.

- You brace yourself either in an attempt to dodge the missiles and keep them away from Albedo. He was already injured enough.

- You leap out of the way before any of the missiles could hit you, all exploding on contact with the ground. In a quick dash, you take out your weapon, climb the Ruin Guard which was still readjusting after its firing, and slam your weapon down into the weak spot, immobilizing it.

- You look over at Albedo who is watching you with wide eyes. He looks on with bated breath.

- Your final strike to its weak spot had been enough. It was temporarily inactivated.

- Albedo suddenly notices a small glowing light suddenly appearing in front of your face.

- “Is that-,” He wandees aloud. This looks quite similar to the time he received his Vision.

- The light slowly floats down into the palm of your hand, revealing what was encased behind the glowing.

- A Vision.

- With it still in your non-dominant hand hand, you slam your weapon down onto the top of the inactive Ruin Guard.

- In a burst of bright energy, the Ruin Guard is finally defeated.

- Watching you receive and use your vision for the first time was an awe-inspiring sight. Albedo was glued in place, still processing the beauty of your new found power. Such a magnificent finish.

- The Ruin Guard falls over and dissipates in a cloud of blue particles.

- Alchemy can create beautiful and amazing things, but Albedo was sure that nothing would ever be able to live up to the grandeur of how you received your Vision.

- Perhaps he and you could further study the mysteries of Visions now that you too had one.

~

“Well... Definitely wasn’t expecting that.” You say, holding out your hand to Albedo to help him up. He takes it and awkwardly stumbles forward into you from the momentum.

“That... was amazing.” Albedo says, letting you loop his arm around your shoulder to support him while walking. “Your new Vision... I want to see that again.” He stares into your eyes with such amazement. It’s not often you get to see Albedo so genuinely awe stricken.

“We’re both a little banged up,” You say. “We should rest, and then tomorrow how about you help me integrate my Vision into my moves?”

“I will.”

After such a gruelling battle, you walked out stronger, and Albedo was there to witness it. What an honour to watch such an important moment. Albedo felt truly blessed to be with you.

[julietandcinderella-if]

Hello lovely! I hope you're doing alright and that you're having a great time! Speaking of writing I would love to get mor e insight into your idea brainstorming and outlining process if you don't mind. 💗💗💐✨

Hello, sweetie, and it's no trouble at all! Hope you're doing alright aswell! ^^💙

Disclaimer: In no way am I professional writer or author, and this is simply just my way on how I concept and write ideas and stories

It isn't that hard for me to have an idea suddenly pop into my head. I'll use this IF as an example.

1. The inspiration

Vampire in The Garden is my first inspiration for this, really. I watched it once and thought: "What if I write a tragic, sapphic, vampire story with a mix of Romeo and Juliet?". Obviously, I can't imitate it nor copy the story directly, so I look for other inspiration.

Well, not really look, because I remembered the term: "cottagecore sapphics" while going through Twitter and found art of two women being loving and domestic in the countryside. So, that's where I went for vibes. The married part comes next, because come on wives. Just wives all around.

Next would be aesthetics. I personally love the vintage aesthetic of the 50's, so I went with there, plus I always wanted to write a sapphic story set in the 50's.

Location is easy, since I already have an existing country, so I don't really need to make a place from the ground up.

~•~•~

2. Characters

Okay, so I got the idea down, so who's going to be in it?

At this point neither the Bledsoes or the Welhavens existed, so I had to make them from the ground up. Adele's first, because she's the vampire wife that Welhaven has to romance, so I designed her based on my ideal woman, vibes of the clothes I wanted her to dress in, and some characters from existing media. Same goes with the rest of the cast, minus the ideal woman part. It's a bit of trial and error on their character design, because I want it to fit their personality.

Fun fact: Adam and Azalea were the hardest to design—both went thru 3-4 different iterations before I settled on the one I like.

Names were easier, but required a bit more research, so a good chunk of designing are finding names for the cast and opening a bunch of tabs on baby name websites. At this point, I'm sure Google's wondering if I'm a teen parent with how much baby name sites I've opened.

~•~•~

3. Plot

Idea? Check. Characters? Check. Plot? Uh…

So, anyway, I start plotting.

Nothing extreme, really, since the inspiration already provided parts of it, which is the wives dying and me wanting domestic wives time.

So I start with the wives, just married and running away from everything because of their forbidden love. But why are they running away? Oh, I know, Adele's family doesn't like her marrying a human, because it's against their law. Now they're running away from the hunters that were sent after them and went into hiding. So, now, they live in a small cottage, trying to live out their peaceful days the best they can before everything comes crashing down.

Rest of the plot beats come after that, and I won't spoil them here.

I think up of needed variables, stats, and content warnings along the way in this step.

~•~•~

4. [Vampire] Lore

The most tedious task of all: making lore.

I want to make my vampires different from the mainstream vampires we all know, so I took inspiration again. The arms turning to bat wings is heavily inspired from Vampire in The Garden's vampires while the clans and society (for Bellhollow) are loosely based on English aristocracy and the French bergeouise with aesthetics and vibes being taken from the 1800's.

The rest are my own bits of pizazz like the drinking coconut water and vampires going mad if left alone for too long and always staying in pairs or groups. I want to make the vampires powerful, but not annoying OP—human, but also still monsters.

The lore about the [old] Bledsoes have to be written too, since the one in modern day is vastly different from the one in J&C.

~•~•~

5. Tumblr Blog & Intro Post

Time to gather the sapphics and lesbians.

I make the blog, and customize it a bit to fit the aesthetics and vibes, then I start writing the intro post with the headers I made on Canva.

Post. Reblog on other IF blog with a lot followers, and let Tumblr do its thing.

So yeah, this is basically how I concept stuff. Not that exciting and a bit quick, but that's just how I work when I create things. :p

[wcmi-22]

Behind the Scenes of WCMI part 1

Allison Blossom: Hello, I’m Allison Blossom!

Alice: I’m Alice Liddell

Reginald: Reginald Theophilus The Third

EARS: Edwin A Roderick!

Purple Squirrel: And this is…

Everyone: Behind the Scenes of WCMI

Que clapperboard sound

Allison Blossom: Hello, I am Allison Blossom! I am not the Creator of WCMI but, I am the unofficial fanfic writer of the reviving fandom!

(Movie Bleep)

Allison Blossom: I first found out about WCMI when I was a freshman in college and at that time, I was new and fresh into the world. I spent most of my time in the stairway because my roommates thought I was weird on so many levels. So, most of the time, I was alone. One day while I was in the stairway, I was looking at the different couples in the Disney fandom when I thought about Alice and the Mad Hatter. I then proceeded to look up Alice and the Mad hatter on YouTube and found the most amazing drawings I have ever seen!!! That’s when I kept finding more and more YouTube videos with the same drawings. The couple seemed so perfect together! It took a long time to track it down but when I found it! I was entranced by the storyline and the art! But then…… the worst thing happened! I found out that it was discontinued. So I did what anyone would do. Eat ice cream and cry.

(Que clip of me eating a pint of ice cream and crying uncontrollably)

Allison Blossom: Eventually, I stopped crying because of WCMI but, because I ran out of ice cream!

(Que clip of me crying over an empty carton of ice cream.)

Allison Blossom: Yeah, that was the worse week for me to be on my period. So, after I calmed down and bought some more ice cream, I went to Walmart, bought a new notebook, and just started writing. I just kept thinking about all these different romantic and funny scenes in my mind and thought about how Reginald would do this and how Alice would respond to it etc. sometimes I would even write as early as 3 am because an idea would just pop into my head! Eventually, I went online to see some art for inspiration when suddenly I found Tumblr. At the time, I was still pretty shy and secluded about my work because I figured it was a little too weird for anyone’s taste. As a Christian, it was hard because I wondered would push their beliefs on me if I released it or even would I be ridiculed for my beliefs and would be stoked and murdered! Well, long story short I took a chance anyway and found out there are people like me out there who want to see WCMI continued because they remember how good it was and had amazing ideas of their own as well!

(Imagination is not real for this part ▶️) I even got to meet and work with the characters to help with the setup of scenes and I have to tell ya it has been like going through Tulgey Wood, crazy and exciting at the same time!

( clapperboard that reads meet the characters )

Reginald: Hello I am Reginald Theophilus the Third

Alice: And I am Alice Liddell!

Reginald and Alice: And we’re the Mad Couple of WCMI

( clapper board)

Alice Liddell: Working with Briana and Rain, we had quite a lot of adventures! I mean that mud scene in particular was quite a set up and quite messy! I had to be in makeup for hours just to get all that mud off me! Not to mention sitting there or acting out things when they would need a new scene to draw or just practice for their script. Still, it was a lot of fun! There were laughs, there were tears and even some madness in the mixture as well! Like Reginald says “what is life without a little madness!”

Reginald: Oh it was fun!I even got to write my own pick up lines and got to direct the next few scenes!!But later production slowed down and eventually…

EARS: THEY FREAKING CANCELED US!!!! WE WERE DONE,FINISHED, OVER!

Alice:I mean I was shocked but when Briana and Rain told us why, we all understood!

Belle: It was hard but, I mean nothing lasts forever. Plus, a lot of us cannon Disney Characters were getting even busier with our lives as well. Plus all these new princesses and other movies were coming out! It was hard.

Reginald: When production was cancelled it was tough for all of us cause that’s all we knew! But at the same time l, we knew it was for the best because Brianna and Rain had their own lives and had their own dreams. So we threw them a mad tea party and wished them luck.

Ears: Eventually as time went on, we all found jobs and careers to fall back on! For instance, I am the spokes person for Helping Hares! This organization helps those Hares who have had work related accidents at testing labs get the justice they need!

Alice: I became a school teacher and taught 5th grade at a local elementary school!

Reginald: I am ashamed to say it but, a lot of people didn’t really have a need for milliners now a days so I took a rather brief job from Mattel to be on Ever After High! I had to dye my hair, be in makeup for God only know how long, and learn the weird Riddlish language they made up!

(Que clip of Reginald on set with EAH)

Reginald: The train runs on tracks? Birds in the air? OK WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN?

Producer: Cut! Come on Reg just read the line!

Reginald: How can I! I don’t even know what I’m saying?!!!!

(Back to Reginald)

Reginald: not to mention I couldn’t talk to anyone my own age and I could not understand the lingo to save my life!

( Que clip of Reg near snack table)

Apple white: OMG Daring was like so Zzzz

Raven Queen: Rotfl girl!!!

*both of them laughing

*Reginald looks at the camera confused.

(Back to Reginald)

Reginald: Eventually, that production was done as well. Thank God! Still, there was the matter of income so again I had to get a job at another unlikely place.

(Clip of Reginald at a life insurance company)

Reginald on phone : Sir, I am telling you this is the best insurance there is! Well no it ain’t All State but it’s just as good and… *phone hangs up* Hello? Hello?

(Que back to Reginald)

Reginald: it’s a tough world for non cannon characters but, we are determined even if it kills us. Luckily in comes an unlikely chance in my letter box!

Alice: At first I thought it was Rain and Briana but come to find out!

EARS: There was another writer out there who wanted to save WCMI

Reginald: I was I was excited because finally, we may be able to get back on track! And do something we all loved to do! I immediately went back to work that day and quit my job!

(Que clip)

Reginald on his desk throwing all the paper around and launching a confetti cannon: Eat on that suckers!!! I quit!!!! And Michael! I’ve never liked any of your weird jokes!!!

( back to set)

Belle: When we all reunited it was amazing! It was like a family reunion in a way!

Ears: Next thing we knew in comes Alllison…

Alice: Allison

Reginald: Allison

Belle: Allison Blossom!

Ears: and she had the most amazing ideas and most extraordinary set ups that changed our lives forever!

[ericsonclan]

We Should Kiss About It- Carlee

Summary: Carley finds an old CD player and shares a dance with Lee.

Word Count: 500+

Read on AO3:

Notes: This from a collection of short drabbles inspired by kashimalin fanfiction's 50 types of kisses writing prompts post on tumblr.

Lee was busy reading an old favorite author. The way that they described history and the level of research they put into the making of this book was impressive. He loved to crack open an old favorite from time to time and go down the road of hidden history facts that lived in his mind. As he flipped over the weathered pages, Lee grabbed his pen and spun it in his hand before jotting down some notes. He was running out of space for annotations but it didn’t stop him from trying to cram in some more. The book was definitely starting to show its age and the stains made it clear that it definitely belonged to him. Grabbing his cup of coffee, Lee took a long sip when suddenly he heard his wife’s voice.

“Hey, Lee, look what I found,”

Lee spun around when he heard Carley’s voice, causing his coffee to lap against the edges. It only took a second for some drops to splatter onto his book.

“Oh, damn it,” He gave a long sigh and placed his cup down. Without waiting a second he worked to clean the book as best as he could.

“Shit, sorry, that was my bad,” Carley walked over and started to help out too.

“No, no, I was too excited when I heard your voice,” Lee said flirtatiously and grinned as he saw Carley’s smile appear. After a second he spotted an old CD player in her hands.

“Haven’t seen that in a few years,” Lee wiped away some of the dust. “Poor guy’s been stuck in storage.”

“Yeah, I figured it would be fun to get some batteries and listen to some music together,” Carley saw the happiness on her husband’s face at that suggestion.

“Sounds great to me,” He wandered off towards the hallway cupboard and started to search around. A few swears and a hurt finger later, Lee returned with some batteries. “Finally back.”

“That’s good, I was starting to miss you,” Carley said with a playful tone then held out her hand. Lee blinked as he stared at it.

“You wanna dance without music, Car?”

“Hmm? No, I wanted to put the batteries in. We can dance after that.” She spotted the flicker of humor in her husband’s eyes and frowned. “What?”

“Sure you’ll win the battle against batteries this time?”

“Yeah, I think I have it handled, “ She gave an annoyed huff and grabbed the batteries. “I’ve gotten a lot better with technology and batteries since college, Lee.” Carley started to fiddle with the CD player and stuck the batteries in but nothing happened. With a quiet swear she tried again but no luck.

“Need help?”

“Yes. No teasing though,”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save the teasing for some other time,” Lee chuckled when he saw his wife’s expression then got to work. It was solved within seconds and Lee went to grab a favorite CD of theirs. Once it was popped in the CD player, the happy casual music of Sam Cooke appeared.

“Starting out with Wonderful World , huh?” Carley accepted Lee’s hand and soon the two of them started to slowly dance around the room.

“It’s a classic for us,” Lee whispered, then got lost in the music and the dance.

“Don't know much about history

Don't know much biology

Don't know much about a science book

Don't know much about the French I took

But I do know that I love you

And I know that if you love me too

What a wonderful world this would be”

The two of them got completely swept up in the joy of dancing together, swaying with the rhythm until the song eventually reached its end. Carley and Lee slowly looked into each other’s eyes as Carley’s hands stayed around the back of Lee’s neck and his hands remained on her hips. After a second the two of them initiated the kiss at the same time. It was strong, passionate, and held the same unending love that the two share for each other. Neither of them wanted it to stop and neither of them conceded defeat as the kiss continued for a long time. It lasted as strong as it began and soon the two of them were sharing each other’s breaths as Lee slightly dipped Carley. Her hand rested on his chest as one of his supported her back. Finally, they pulled apart and shared a happy smile as the disc was well into the second song.

“Want to listen again?”

“Sure.”

Notes:

[bunnie-the-lighthouse]

𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝐼𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝑒

Pairing: ATEEZ Choi San & Reader.

Warnings: May Be A Bit More Explicit Than My Other Suggestives. Again, It’s Suggestive.

Inspiration: Suddenly Popped Up, I Dunno Why -- Maybe It’s Because I’m Sleep Deprived 

Basic Idea: University Student Trying To Work On Final Project But Boyfriend Distracts & Demands Love(?). 

Type: Fluff & Suggestive (I Think)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After a long day of practicing for Kingdom, the boys stayed awake until 2 AM in the morning. Once they felt that they were satisfied with their progress, Yun-Ho decided to call it a night (or day, I dunno).

“Damn, I’m exhausted,” San groaned out while doing one last stretch, “Not the only one,. Are you coming to the dorms or going over to _____’s apartment?” Hong-Joong asked as he then threw a water bottle at Seong-Hwa. 

“I think I may go over to _____’s, she’s been stressing over her exams so I want to be there for her too, after all, she has been here to support us all a lot too,” he explained as the leader gave him a thumbs up. “Say hi to her from us, San-Ah,” Seong-Hwa reminded as your boyfriend did an ‘ok’ sign. 

Their Manager first dropped off the boys at the dorms, later taking San to your apartment complex. San was listening to some music while trying to take a quick nap so that he had energy to stay beside you during the long night. 

After a few ten or so minutes, the van stopped and San woke up. “We’re here, San,” his Manager called as San nodded, “Thanks for the ride Manager-Nim, please drive back safely,” he said while bowing his head. 

He then walked into the apartment complex already having a copy of your keycard as you knew that he’d come over sometimes. Going up to the third level, he then went over to your apartment and unlocked the door with the copy. 

Your living room lights were off, the kitchen still being lit. He then placed his bags down on the sofa, hearing your bedroom door creak softly. You then peeked, San smiling at you as you were holding your thermos as a weapon. Gasping, you dropped it and ran towards him, jumping as you attacked him with a hug. 

He laughs while hugging you back, smelling your shampoo as he felt at home. “Sannie!” you squealed as he then squeals your nickname cutely, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could have cooked you ramen or something,” you whined while getting off of him. 

You then sat him down on the couch while going over to the kitchen to give him a cup of water. “I didn’t want to disturb you, hun. I know that you are studying for your finals,” he said while grabbing the cup of water and taking a few sips of it. 

“My finals are next week but I still have a few projects on the list, that’s why I’ve been busy -- but that doesn't mean you should starve to death,” you cried out as he caught your wrist, pulling you down to his lap. 

“I can recharge my energy just by your presence,” he whined while hugging you. You couldn’t help but internally squeal, softly combing his hair back as he closed his eyes, comforted and calmed by your scent and warmth. 

Sadly, you escaped his grasp when he had fallen asleep -- you were worrying over the project and left to continue the research process. You were sad that you had to do that, but the project was a whopping 65% of the course’s grade.

But, San being the cuddle bug that he was -- realized that you were gone. His eyes fluttered open, seeing how he was alone on the living room sofa, a blanket wrapped around him. 

Your bedroom door slammed open, shocking you as you yelped. “San!” you yelped while clutching your chest as he grumpily face planted onto your bed, curling up into a ball as you then sighed. “I’m sorry,.” you whined while going over to him and hugging him, kissing his cheek as he did a ‘hmph’. 

“This project is really important Sannie, I need to finish at least half of it,” you explained as he didn’t want to listen to you. Defeated, you kiss his forehead and return back to work. As you sit down to work San slowly and silently sits up, muttering “Not for long,” under his breath. 

He knew you were already tired, so he was gonna make you more tired.. If you know what I mean. 

“Ah! San!” you squealed as San was now underneath your desk, prying your legs open. “What are you doing?!” you whisper-shouted, not wanting the neighbors to hear you since they were sleeping. “Hmm? Oh, nothing, just ignore me,” he smiled cheekily as you were suspicious. 

However, you decided to go back to work. That is until you jolted at a ticklish feeling -- San had licked your inner thigh and now proceeded to give it tiny kitten licks. “Choi San!” you whisper-shouted as this time, he ignored you. 

You then cursed at yourself mentally for wearing shorts, feeling San’s hand glide over to your waist, massaging your belly as you fought the temptation. “C’mon baby doll, I know you can’t focus -- so why don’t you focus on me instead?” he asked while giving a few other kisses on your thighs.

“Choi. San.” you breathed out as you felt your intimates get hotter. “S-Stop teasing,” you whimpered out as you felt him take off your shorts and panties, the cool air making you shiver. “Oh~” he cooed. 

You threw your head back, covering your mouth with your hand, suppressing the moan that would have come out. “San~” you were able to squeak out as he looked at you with a smirk, his lips glistening as your desk lamp showed the naughty deed he just did. 

He then got out from under the desk and lifted you up, laying you down on your bed. Immediately crashing his lips on yours, making you taste yourself. You then moan out, feeling his hands slowly cup your breast. 

He then pulls away, licking his lips while looking down at you, lustfully yet with a loving gaze. “Will you give me your attention now?” he asked as you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as he chuckles, lowering down to your earlobe and giving it small nibbles. 

“Well, since I have my baby doll’s attention now.. I will help you forget all of your worries, and shower you with love. Are you ready, my love?” ..

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Helloo, Bunnie here. 

First of all, I’m sorry if this suggestive is a bit too explicit, I did it more explicit since I was thinking that it would add more fuel to the fire(?)

I do hope that none of you guys were uncomfortable while reading this, if you were, I truly am sorry and I’ll try to tone it down. 

Anywho, I do hope that some of you guys did enjoy it!

Don’t have much to say other than the fact that my Tumblr is acting up so, I’ll try to figure out what is making it glitch so much! (If you saw that I was posting stuff and deleting, it’s all part of that glitch thing, I think I may have messed some stuff up T_T)

Thank you for the support y’all, I’ll try to have the Series at least 50% completed so that I can have some Chapters ready for release.

The Series (”Fluffy Tails”) consists of Seong-Hwa, San, and Woo-Young being Nine Tailed Foxes! I hope y’all also check it out! 

For now, I hope y’all take care, stay safe, and I’ll catch y’all next time!

[bowieandqueen11]

The Feeling of Being in Love / Dustfinger Imagine

Request: Hiii! Ok omg I just found out you also write for Inkheart and this idea popped up in my head because I love my firedancing boi Dustfinger so much.

May I request something where the reader takes Dustfinger out for ice-cream for the first time?

I love your writing so much, you inspired me to actually post some of my reader imagines on Tumblr and I just wanna say thank you for that. 💖

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SEND IN A DUSTFINGER REQUEST THANK YOUU @holymultiplefandomsbatman!!! I’m sorry this is terrible, it’s been a while since I read the books! Also real talk, genuinely ily you so much every time I see you in my feed it makes me smile so much you the real one b <3

Even Dustfinger was finding the day uncomfortably warm.

He stands uncomfortably by the fountain, fingers digging - scratching and scrambling at the loose frays of his faded and worn jumper. His fingers itched for you with every second that ticked by in this quaint European town, still so unused to the ways of this world. His eyes flicked around his surroundings, wind blowing the wisps of his blonde fringe lightly over his eyes as if trying to hide him from danger. He was still so suspicious, so mistrustful of everyone, that he wished more than anything that you weren’t taking your sweet time leaving him here. He cowered into himself as a couple of screaming kids ran past, chasing each other.

Despite their constant scrambling against his skin, digging into himself, his fingers itched for you more than anything.

The water is harsh and merciless in the way it dropped down from the fountain’s cupid head and rained down on the pool below, flecking the poor man’s unsuspecting back with its drops. The cobbled stone he currently perched on at the edge of the village square was a mosaic of tangled moss and verglas despite the heat, so different to the constant, intense heat of Argenta. 

He shivered a little, beginning to try and take his mind off home and back to his new one. Back to you. Despite his distaste of this world, despite his fear, he found a fond smile had somehow managed to clamber up the edges of his face in an uncomfortably familiar way. He began to click his fingers, fumbling them together and gazing into the flickering flames that arise without really seeing them. He was too busy reminiscing on how he had first met you, that damned Silvertongue’s sister. The way your eyes had lit up during that snowy night outside the Italian bookstore. 

Your brother had told you stories of course. But Dustfinger, the famed fire eater, had remained a blurred shadow, a fable, a dream in the back of your mind.

Yet, every puzzle piece seemed to fall into place in your mind when you had spotted him. You were not afraid of the hunched, desperate, ragged man standing as a begging stranger in the glowing lamplight. Not angry at the way he held out his hand for the book, standing there, intrigued, as Mortimer shoved Meggy behind his back. The way you hadn’t run away, but instead gave Dustfinger the biggest surprise of his grief-stricken life by, instead, placing your own hand in his and pulling him forward.

Tumbling, you had caught this crumbling, heartbroken stranger in your arms. Despite his protests, the way his breath raced as you held him against his chest, you still gave him the tenderness he had so desperately needed in all these years of being alone. He had melted into you almost straight away, and since then, he still wasn’t sure how his body didn’t fall to pieces when he was apart from you.

He was still so lost in his heart’s dreams, that he hadn’t realised you had returned from the blue chimneyed parlour on the corner, until he felt your hip sitting down to rest against his. He had given you his fern coloured trench coat, fancying it some sort of good luck charm while you were away from him. You had taken it off, tying it around your waist until the sleeves bunched around the front.

This, coupled with the sound of your sweet, mellifluous laughter as you held out an ice cream cone towards his raised eyebrow, was enough to send a flaming blush racing across his usually tautly pale cheeks.

His fingers tingled as they brushed against yours. He was still so unused to this feeling - this knowledge that somehow, in some other world he could never even have fantasized, he had a love so overshadowing, so powerful, that it could send chills to every nerve of his body with only the most miniscule of touches. He almost jumped away as he clumsily grabbed the strawberry ice cream, eyes flitting back to the ground, as if that would stop you from noticing how flustered he had become without you even saying a word his way.

It terrified him. You terrified him. But, by his maker, if it didn’t make his heart feel that strange mix of elation and wretchedness that only love could inflict.

‘Don’t worry Dusty, I won’t bite.’

You hit his shoulder with your own, biting your lip to stop yourself from giggling as you braced yourself for the sigh you knew was coming. It had taken a while to break down walls, despite their fragility. He was still Dustfinger, still so stubborn, still so careful and protective of his heart that making your way in was slow progress. Yet you had made some strides. You knew how much he hated the nickname you had chosen for him.

He rolled his eyes, sighing as he closed them. 

‘How many times do I have to tell you-’

‘...not to call you Dusty’, you finish, having been over this charade a hundred times already since he came to live with you. You grinned, taking a lick from your cone, content with the way his lips twitched from the corner of your vision.

‘It’s not my fault you have no sense of humour.’

‘And it’s not my fault that your world makes no sense’, Dustinger retorted, but there was no sense of malice in his words. There never would be, never could be, if they were directed at you.

‘This, especially. What is this sloppy mess, princess?’

You felt your heart rate quicken slightly, unaware Dustfinger would call your bluff and come up with his own nickname for you. You pretend not to notice, choosing instead to go back to your sweet treat before it began running down the side of the cone and making a dripping mess on your fingers.

He takes one cautious bite himself, humming slightly as the cold bites his teeth.

‘It’s called ice cream, Dustfinger. It’s like a sort of sweet, flavoured ice, but a thousand times better tasting than any way I could describe it.’

When you stop talking, you find that he is looking at you expectantly, eyes squinting slightly in the sun’s blaze, yet still shimmering with some feeling you couldn’t quite understand the magnitude of. His head is tilted slightly to the side, hair wild and free as he just gazes at you, not saying anything, not even thinking. He’s just noticing, taking you all in while he still has the chance.

‘I just thought, you were so warm all the time, it might be nice to feel something else for a change.’

The intensity of the look suddenly has you feeling a little self-conscious, noticing in the water’s reflection the little drops of chocolate that stain the corner of your mouth. Stammering slightly, you reach up to wipe it off, but are stopped by Dustfinger’s own large thumb gently reaching towards your face. You freeze, his skin brushing against your own like a thousand hot pricks as he carefully guides his burnt fingers across the edge of your bottom lip.

For a moment he doesn’t draw away. You drop your cone, splashing ice down onto the cobblestone below your feet in surprise. His hand just stays there, gently tracing the outline of your lip. His eyes dip slightly in concentration, breath ragged as you reach your own hand up to cup his.

‘I am... definitely... feeling something’, he manages to whisper out into this strange world. In this confusing, lost, unfamiliar world, it was the only truth left he had left to give.

His body trembles with the effort of trying to restrain himself, but his body pushes it’s way forwards despite him. Soon, you can feel his chest against yours, breath warm and long as he sighs against your chin, his frame leaning over you slightly.

The sight of his widened, terrified eyes are the last thing you remember seeing, before he reaches down and presses his sugar coated lips against your own.

[schmerzerling]

hi I just read your trans dean fic and would like to know if you're cis?

okay here's the thing. I was steadfastly avoiding this, this is one of the reasons I stepped away from this blog tbh, but. My fic Made Manifest got a lot of attention, like, right after the finale aired for some reason and suddenly I was getting a LOT of asks and tags and reviews like this? And maybe it's my fault because I'm not forthcoming with information like this, and I know this is the reason that people list pronouns in their blogs and I know very well that this is a place to speak openly about this sort of thing, and maybe it's unfair to offer a work of fiction that inspires people to be so open about their deeply personal gender-related feelings to me while offering no feelings in exchange, but...I personally do not like to talk about this kind of stuff. I'm kind of a private person, my relationship with gender issues is complicated and difficult for me to verbalize. I will say that, if nothing else, Dean in that fic and I share a profound inability to find the right words. also, like dean, it would probably take a therapist a while to unpack all this garbage if I ever felt like busting open that part of my psyche. But, like, it's doing okay walled all up in there so far right RIGHT??? hahhhhh. for now I'm pretty satisfied to shrug and take a hard "use the first fucking word that pops into your head I truly could not possibly care less" stance when it comes to pronouns.

either way, here's the thing. I know this is a controversial thing on tumblr. there's a lot, a LOT, of debate on whether or not it's okay for people who don't represent a certain demographic to write about this demographic. many of these asks or reviews not only assumed my cis-ness (and god knows I've never said it, so I guess my blog must have Big Cis Energy), but expressed surprise and disbelief that I could, as a cis person, be able to write about these issues with any level of empathy or understanding or expertise and. woof. Aside from the whole "wow way to make assumptions about someone u don't know my dude" factor, I think it's narrow-minded and harmful to assume people cannot write meaningfully outside of their lived experience. I think that this is a very complicated issue and there's no simple answer, but I do believe that it's silly to dismiss something that is meaningful to you on the grounds that the creator doesn't fit your mental image of who could have created that work.

it doesn't matter how I identify. just let it speak for itself and stop asking me this, please. I'm Tíréd.