#making this short post to pin to the top of my page

[preciosapascal]

Never Again

Summary: Javi fucks you in the copy room at work. i kinda hate this but it's posted now so. Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Words count: 2k Tags: 18+ smut, that's literally it, PWP, it’s short but y’knowww, A/N: thank you so much for all the love on my previous stories! you can see my masterlist here or it's pinned at the top of my page <3333 as always feedback and reposts are highly appreciated

Javier was sat at his desk that was annoyingly placed directly in front of Steve's, with a cigarette perched between his lips and a ridiculous amount of paperwork in front of him. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Y'good, Jav?" Murphy asks, lighting his own cigarette and sitting in his chair.

Javi hums, glancing up at Steve as he continues thumbing though papers. "Mm. Same shit, different day."

"You're tellin' me." Steve mutters, leaning back in his chair. Steve’s gaze shifts suddenly. "Morning." he greets nodding his head towards someone coming from behind Javi.

Javi raises his head and looks in the same direction, spotting you walking by, a folder in your arms, "Morning Murphy, Peña." you greet them both, smiling. Steve's attention shifts back to his paperwork but Javi's eyes were on you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Hey-" He calls after you. Steve already knew he must have a stupid risqué comment to throw your way and rolls his eyes. You smile to yourself before turning to face him, tilting your head and raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Javier?"

"Off to do something exciting, sweetheart?" he asks, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and shamelessly checking you out. He takes another drag then pinches the cigarette from his lips and places it in the ashtray.

"Sure. If going to the stuffy, tiny ass copy room is your idea of exciting then I'm in for a real treat." you reply, playfully rolling your eyes at him.

Javi tilts his head, the smirk still evident on his lips as a train of cigarette smoke flows from his nostrils, swirling up into the air above. "You'd be surprised what can happen in a copy room."

Steve shakes his head and mutters a comment, something about comparing Javi to a horny teenage boy. You can’t help but smirk at Steve's comment. He’s not wrong.

“I can imagine." you reply, and with that, you turn around and continue on towards the copy room.

Javi's dick twitches in his jeans when he watches you walk away. That fucking split in the back of your pencil skirt making his imagination run wild. He watches until you’re almost out of sight before standing up and tapping Steve’s desk, eyes still fixed on the direction you walked in. “Cover for me.”

“Why? Where you goin'?” Steve asks, momentarily looking up from his work and Javi just taps the side of his nose, before striding to the copy room.

You make it the copy room door, turning the knob and stepping in. The room is tiny, literally only big enough for a copy machine and a chair. As you approach the machine and turn it on, Javi's voice rings out from behind you.

"Needs two people in here to make it exciting." he comments, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

You glance up at him for a second and then fiddle with the settings on the machine, putting them to what you need. "That right?"

He chuckles at your bluntness and steps inside the room, closes the copy room door and locks it. He turns, his gaze once again fixed on the split in your skirt, and he moves to snake his arms around your waist, pressing forward until your back is pressed flush against his chest. “Why so cold, hm?”

You tut as his knuckle brushes over the machine and changes a setting so you swat him lightly, making him let out an amused huff of warm air from his nose, right against your ear.

You attempt to ignore the fact that his familiar cologne invades your nostrils and sends your mind reeling. "I told you never again, Javi." you say, putting the setting back, yet you make no effort whatsoever to move or stop him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He murmurs, but there’s no hint of him giving up either. His lips find their familiar spot, at the underside of your jaw, and he places a soft kiss there. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you.

You tilt your head, silently allowing him to continue as you grab a sheet of paper from one of the folders and set it down on the copy glass.

Javi smirks against the sweet smelling skin of your neck when you do that, taking the opportunity to trail kisses down the side and have his hands wander over you.

It frustrates you just how easy it is for the two of you to fall straight back into this. You told yourself - and Javi, never again so many times. It never took much for Javier to coax you into a situation like this, because against your better judgement, you wanted him and dammit he wanted you.

The familiar tension and chemistry between you both has always been undeniable and despite the fact that you have both said “never again" to each other multiple times, it seems to keep happening.

The moment his hands reach down and grasp your thighs, you know you're done for. You turn in his grasp and look up at him. "You have fifteen minutes until that copier stops and I leave this room."

He chuckles at that, pulling away to watch as you press the button to start the machine. Then he gently pushes you so you're leaning forward against it.

“Then I better make these the best fifteen minutes of your life, hm?” He rasps, pulling the hem of your pencil skirt up to expose your bottom half to him.

One hand moves to lightly tap your legs, a silent command to spread them. “Gonna be a good girl and let me do my thing now?” he teases, warm breath tickling your ear.

You let out a breathy laugh, the damp patch growing in your panties with each word. "Mhm."

Javi chuckles as he watches you give in to him as always, your breath hitching as his hand moves down to the damp patch in your panties and he lets out a low hum of approval.

"Never again, huh?" he murmurs, voice rough with lust and a hint of teasing as his fingers run through the wet patch gently.

You can't help but whimper as his touch sends a shiver down your spine, arching your back against him. "Shut up." you grumble, trying to maintain some form of composure, but it's crumbling fast.

Javi begins to unbuckle his belt with a smirk on his face and when it's undone, he runs his hands over he curve of your ass appreciatively. You look at the machine before looking over your shoulder at him and meeting his gaze.

"Might wanna get a move on Peña. Got ten minutes left."

He smirks as he glances back down at your ass then pulls your panties down to your knees, then pulls his jeans down and frees himself just enough. He runs his fingers teasingly through your slit, making your back arch as his other hand pumps himself lazily for a moment.

"Already soaked." he comments, pushing a finger inside and making you gasp. He chuckles softly before removing his finger and pressing his tip at your entrance.

With a swift, thrust of his hips, Javi bottoms out and grabs your hips, setting a quick pace to make the most of the time you have left.

A moan escapes you as his cock repeatedly hits the right spot inside of you over and over again, reminding you why you give in every time. No one fucks you this good, no one ever has and probably never will. He knows you. He knows your body probably better than you do.

"Fuck, Javi..." you whimper when he lifts one of your legs slightly, somehow hitting deeper than before. He's mesmerized by your ass bouncing as your bodies meet.

He leans forward over your back slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he pants softly with each thrust. "What was that about never fucking again? Hmm?” he growls softly, pistoning his hips into yours.

“Fuck…just shut up…y’got seven minutes left to make me come.”

He takes that as a challenge and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you up to lay your back against his chest as he continues pouding into you relentlessly. His hands roam to squeeze your bouncing tits through your blouse, making you bite your lip to mask the noises you desperately need to make and clench around him.

His fingers pinch and tug gently at your now hard nipples through the fabric, sending shockwaves straight to your cunt. He can feel your inner walls tightening around his length, threatening to pull him over the edge.

Javi's hips stutter, his grip on your tits tightening as his forehead rests on your shoulder. He's breathing heavily, his control slipping as you continue to clench around him. "Fuck...fuck...fuck." He growls softly, his voice strained.

You’re teetering on the edge, just needing one last little push and he can tell. One of his hands slide from your chest down to your pussy, rubbing firm circles against your clit.

“Come on, baby.” he rasps, voice low and urgent. The riskiness of it all has you both already almost there, the sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. In the back of your mind you’re worried the echos will each outside the room but you’re too far gone to care.

He can feel your body tensing, your breath hitching as he hits that perfect spot over and over. The machine beeps, signally there’s only a couple of minutes left. He knows you're close, so he increases the pressure on your clit. "That's it hermosa, come on.” he groans, his voice strained still.

“Shit- oh…I’m-” you begin, yet you’re cut off by your own moan and Javi’s free hand quickly clamps over your mouth as he whispers encouraging words into your ear as your tight spasming walls milk his own release from him. Hot ropes of come fill you as Javi grunts quietly into your neck.

“Jesus.” you whisper as both of your breathing returns to normal with Javi srill buried side you.

He chuckles softly against your skin, his arms still wrapped around you. "Mhm. Jesus indeed."

He pulls out slowly, and you teasingly tense around him causing him to hiss at the sensitivity, making you laugh quietly.

He quickly tucks himself back into his pants, buttoning up just as the copier beeps, signaling that the time is up. "See that? Right on time." He smirks, giving your ass a light slap before stepping back.

You pull your skirt back down over your legs and when you reach down to grab your panties, Javi swipes them first and dangles them from one finger in front of you. When you go to take them, he moves them out of reach with a playful glint in his eye.

“These are mine now.” he says, stuffing them into his pocket with a playful wink.

“You’re disgusting.” you retort, though there’s a hint of a smirk tugging at your lips.

He chuckles, buckling his belt back up. “And you love every second of it.”

He leans back against the copier, crossing his arms with a smug grin. “Now every time you use the copy machine, you'll remember getting fucked stupid by me." he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

“Oh my god, get out.” you say, tapping his leg to get him to move so you can collect the papers.

He leans over and kisses your cheek before slipping out of the room and leaving you alone with your thoughts and his come slowly dripping down your thighs.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad.  You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…” 

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?” 

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'. 

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

[whimsyfinny]

Sunshine & Smoke

Chapter 1

Pairing:Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Summary: Sam and Dean have been following their father’s trail even after he’s gone, following leads from his journal and tying some loose ends. When they read of an unusual store he used to visit in the town they happen to be passing through, they can’t help but take a look - meeting (Y/), an omega on the edge, and when Dean saves her from a shitty situation, life could talk a turn in a whole different direction.

A/B/O dynamics, eventual smut

Warnings: language, violence, attempted assault

Chapter Word Count:

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A/N: FIRST OF ALL IM SO SORRY. I know it’s been months since I’ve posted anything, but tbh there is a reason and you’ll find out soon enough aha. SECOND OF ALL this is my first a/b/o fic! It won’t be a long one, tbh I intended for this to be a one shot but it would have been waaaaay too long haha. Anyway I hope you like it! It’s only been proof read by moi so please let me know of any errors!

Photos from Pinterest

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Shit. Shit. 

“Fuck!” 

I threw the empty pill bottle across my bathroom, watching as it ricocheted off the confined tiled walls before landing pitifully at my feet. Empty. 

Again. 

It seemed as though I was going through these scent blockers and heat suppressants faster than normal, which didn’t sit right. I only take one of each a day. Right? Thinking as hard as I could, my mind wandered back to the half dozen late shifts I’d stayed and worked over the last month. I would take an extra blocker a couple of hours before I was set to walk home after closing - normally around midnight. That’s almost an extra weeks worth of pills I’d used… Shit. 

“No use fretting over it now,” I muttered to myself as I hastily applied my mascara, almost blinded by the harsh white light framing the bathroom mirror. I took a step back as I finished acknowledging that my hair wasn’t going to play ball today and to just roll with the shitty cards the universe had dealt me. With already slightly smudged make up, I huffed in annoyance before I strode into my bedroom and threw on the outfit I’d laid out for myself. I poked my fingers through my tights three times, pulled the button off my shorts, stabbed myself with the safety pin I had used to replace said button, and got a white deodorant stain on the side of my black tank top. Luckily my flannel hid the stain and my boots went on without incident, allowing me to leave my apartment with an almost level head. I just had to pray to anything or anyone that would listen that I would make it to work unscathed. 

And that I didn’t catch the attention of any dickhead alphas.

Deans POV

“Hey Sammy, I remember dad saying something about a Hunters store around here,” I said over the music, one hand tapping the wheel and the other hanging out the window. The sun was out for once, and with it being late spring, the temperature was comfortable enough to drive slow with the windows down. The scent of food and freshness wafted on the warm breeze as I looked around, hoping my memory was serving me right.

“Yeah I think you’re right Dean,” Sam said, flicking through the pages of dads journal until he found what he was looking for. “‘Deadmans’ Emporium’, he wrote that it poses as a holistic store but doubles as a Hunters shop. He mentions a password though to get access.” 

“A password? Seriously? Did he write the magic word down?” I shook my head - these people should know a freakin’ Hunter when they see one. I continued to look out the window as I heard the turning of pages, listening as Sam searched for an answer. I took a deep breath, guessing dad didn’t write it down. Fucking typical. As I inhaled, the most delicious smell filled my senses - it was almost mouth watering, and I could practically feel the saliva pooling over my tongue.

“Shit, do you smell that? There must be a pie shop around here,” I pulled over and parked against the curb before Sam had a chance to say anything. Just as I was about to get out, he sighed. 

“Dean I don’t smell anything, you’re thinking through your stomach again.”

I sniffed the air again, practically tasting the apple and cinnamon as we both stepped out of the car, the metal doors creaking before they were slammed shut.

“Dude, are you getting sick? You seriously can’t smell that?” I frowned at him as we both stood on the sidewalk, my gaze travelling up and down the rows of shops and cafes; not spotting a single bakery or pie store. 

Well that's fucking weird.

I took a step back, the scent felt closer than before and with my stomach distracting me, I didn't see the person walking behind me until I'd bumped into them.

“What the fuck - watch where you're going!”

A sharp yet feminine voice cut through the air, and I turned to face her just in time to see her rip off her headphones. Before I could even get a word out, an unmistakable scent of anger and apprehension surrounded me, almost blotting out the heavenly smell from before. There was no mistaking it; she was an omega. And a grumpy one at that.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there - no need to bite my head off, geez,” I held my hands up in mock surrender, the bitterness of her frustration fading from my senses. She clicked her tongue against her teeth before shoving her headphones back on.

“Alphas,” was all she muttered before storming away.

I lowered my hands as Sam tentatively came to stand beside me, as though he was wary that the feisty omega would suddenly race back and punch him.

“What was that all about?” He breathed, as he watched after her.

I shrugged.

“Fuck if I know. She definitely wasn’t on scent blockers, that’s for sure. Could sense her bad mood a mile off.” I couldn't help but glance around a little more, hoping to catch sight of that hidden pie shop that was so clearly evading us. Upon realising that it was nowhere to be found and the previously lingering scent had now diminished with the breeze, I gave up on those efforts and went back to the task at hand: finding that Hunter store.

Y/Ns POV

The shop was the same as it was every day; with boxes and baskets of hundreds of different crystals and rocks and charms stacked neatly against the walls. Incense  lined one of the walls in varying types, colours and quantities, whilst all manner of candles cluttered a table in the middle of the room. Suncatchers hung in the open window, splattering rainbows onto every surface as wind chimes sung in the soft breeze. Everything from body jewellery to oil burners was available for purchase.

“You look like a ray of fucking sunshine,” my beta colleague, May, chirped from behind the counter as she shuffled her tarot deck, long nails and rings clacking together.

“Thanks, that makes me feel loads better,” I rolled my eyes at her, quickly dumping my backpack and headphones in my locker out back before returning to her at the main desk. “I ran out of scent blockers and heat suppressants this morning and I haven't had a heat for a while. I'm just on edge, I guess, knowing it could arrive any day now.”

Her expression softened as I sat on an old bar stool beside her, leaning across the counter.

“You want me to give you something herbal for it?”

I couldn't stop my nose from scrunching.

“That stuff literally tastes like dirt. Plus it's bitter.”

May grinned.

“It's not supposed to taste good, you know that right? It's medicine. Medicine never tastes good.”

“Yeah well, I'd rather wait for more pills thanks. I felt like I was burping up mud for a week the last time you gave me that goop.”

“Suit yourself,” she said, returning to shuffling her cards.

No more than half an hour had ticked by when the bell jingled and the door to the shop opened. I’d been organising the body jewellery display when I looked up to greet them, a forced smile on my lips.

“Good morning! Welcome to Deadman’s.”

“Hi- oh, Sammy, look who it is - it’s little miss sunshine.”

The moment he opened his mouth to talk, I remembered him straight away from this morning. How could I forget the alpha who stood on my foot and brushed his arm against mine, leaving behind an annoyingly pleasant scent behind - something akin to woodsmoke and fresh leather. It took a lot of deep breathing during the rest of my walk and ten minutes standing next to the burning sandalwood as soon as I arrived to get rid of it. I couldn’t help but huff and roll my eyes, glancing over at May who was laying a complex spread of tarot and oracle cards combined, looking for any sort of assistance from her. Yet, unsurprisingly, she looked at the two men and nodded, throwing me a wink and a thumbs-up. Not what I needed. 

“What can I say,” I said eventually in a dull tone, crossing my arms, “I’m always so thrilled when an oblivious alpha stands on my foot.”

The taller of the two chuckled slightly before shrugging, knowing that I was likely completely in my right to feel defensive from the get-go here. The broader one simply widened his eyes and scratched the back of his neck, looking more apologetic than before. 

“Yeah,” he looked me dead in the eye, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to - I was looking for pie.”

“Pie?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, pie,” he said again, without any further elaboration. 

“Ooh!” May suddenly perked up, clapping her hands as her bracelets jingled loudly, “apparently (Y/n) smel-”

“Ok!” I practically jumped in front of her, cutting her off abruptly and saving myself from any possible embarrassment that she might spew about me. I glanced towards the door where the two men were still standing, watching us with slight amusement. 

“Anyway,” I started, smoothing the invisible wrinkles from my tank top, “Is there anything we can help you gents with today?”

They seemed to both suddenly remember why they were here and stepped further into the shop, clearing their throats as their boots thudded against the exposed floorboards. 

“Uh, yeah, we’re looking for a shop that sells what might be considered unusual or… occult… items, and we’ve been led to this place by our dad. Apparently he used to be a regular here.”

May and I shared another look, this time one of caution as she stopped what she was doing and I placed the box of body jewellery down on top of the display cabinet. 

“Huh,” I bit my lip as I watched the two strange men shift under our sudden scrutinous gazes. With my arms now folded across my chest, I shifted my weight from one leg to the other, letting the silence hang for a second. “So… who’s your daddy dearest?”

“Oh uh, his name was John. John Winchester,” the tallest one spoke, a sudden sadness on his features, vanishing as soon as it appeared.

The air suddenly felt cold in my lungs. He said ‘was’. John Winchester ’was’ their father. John.

“John’s your dad?” My voice cracked slightly, hoping I didn’t hear them correctly.

“Why did you say ‘was’? What do you mean ‘was’?” May was suddenly on her feet behind the front desk, a look of panic shining in her wide eyes.

The two men looked at each other briefly before the broader alpha spoke this time.

“He died, a few months back,” his voice was gruff with bottled up grief. I could tell just from one look at him that this was a man who didn’t talk about his feelings, who didn’t shed tears in his sorrow, regardless of how smothering it was. And I know first hand just how suffocating that sadness could be. He swallowed an invisible lump in his throat just as May let out a quiet sob as my chest suddenly felt tighter than before.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I all but whispered, smothering my own sadness. “So that means that you boys are Dean and Sam,” I looked between them as May brushed past me into the back of the store, unable to control her tears. They shared a look of surprise. 

“Your dad spoke about you a lot, you know,” I unfolded my arms from my chest and relaxed my stance a little, stepping around them slowly until I reached the front door which I locked with a loud CLICK. They both looked at me quizzically.

“He did?” The tallest one, who I assumed to be Sam, asked with a questionable tone and raised brows. I smiled, yet the sadness stopped it from reaching my eyes.

“Yeah,” I started walking towards the back of the store where May had gone, gesturing for the boys to follow. “I could tell he was proud of you and what you did. To be honest, we should have realised something was up when he didn’t stop by.”

“He came by often?” The infuriatingly pleasant scented one, who must have been Dean, asked, his attention piquing.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” I pushed open a heavily decorated wooden door, the fabric of the tapestries pinned to its surface were soft to the touch. He huffed.

“No, we didn’t,” Deans tone was abrupt, so I felt it best to leave the conversation at that. Of course, these guys have lost their father and the last thing that they probably want is some stranger barging in on their business. 

“Well,” I started, adding one last final detail before diverting the conversation away, “he always phoned ahead to order certain supplies-”

“Supplies?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, nothing ever too major, normally it was simple things like herbs and specialist bullets, or the occasional talisman or lore book. He was supposed to make a collection a few weeks ago actually; an order for a bunch of books and new rosaries. We should have known something was up when he didn’t show, considering he normally arrives like clockwork armed with breakfast and coffee.” I couldn't stop my lip from twitching in a fleeting fond smile, before quickly dropping it and wringing my fingers awkwardly. The room was quickly becoming pungent with the smell of grief and sadness, the scent bitter on my senses as I tried to figure out who it was coming from; or if it was simply from the both of them.

I wiped my hands on my tights and cleared my throat before leading them further into the back of the shop. We passed through our combined staff and locker room, Sam having to duck under the occasional low-hanging dream catcher before approaching a large steel door adorned with half a dozen locks of varying sizes and painted with a handful of different sigils. I’d already entered the room earlier in the day, so all it took was for me to slide one large bolt across for the thing to swing open.

“Well that’s not creepy as shit,” I heard Dean mutter under his breath as the two peered into the pitch black room. I couldn’t help but chuckle, striding past them and into the looming shadows that reached every corner. Even when I flicked on the light, illuminating rows and rows of shelves housing meticulously labelled boxes, the air still felt heavy and thick as though we were deep underground in a cave or cellar- not a mere backroom. 

“Wow, it’s like an evidence lock up in here,” Sam said quietly, his eyes surveying the area before stepping in.

“Yeah,” I breathed, walking over to a particular box on the far side of the room labelled in big black letters; “WINCHESTER”. “Keeping some of the items that we do under lock and key definitely requires the same level of organisation - if not more.” I pulled the box off the shelf, the weight of it taking me by surprise as it almost slipped from my grip. Before I even had a chance to catch it, Dean was at my side, sliding his arms round the box and bearing most of the weight in an instant. The gasp that flew from my lips when his rough fingers grazed mine was involuntary, and I made the mistake of looking up at him to thank him. His eyes, the same green as a forest at dawn pierced into my own and that familiar scent of woodsmoke and leather wrapped around me, catching me off guard. I quickly pulled away, unable to stop the heat from creeping up my neck and across my cheeks. He looked as though he was about to say something when his voice seemed to catch in his throat, his eyes widening as they flitted about my features.

“Y-you - it was you-” he stuttered, his chest rising and falling a little faster than before.

“What-”

“Dean what are you-” Sam had started to interject with concern before Dean cut him off.

“Pie,” he said abruptly.

“What are you on about?” 

“You’re the pie,” he snapped his head around to look at Sam, “She’s the pie- from earlier,” the tone of his voice was a flurry of emotions and I couldn’t seem to pinpoint a single one to latch onto. Sam simply stood up straight and tilted his head, a look of curiosity finding his features and a small smile on his lips.

“Huh, how about that,” was all he said before May burst into the room, her jingling jewellery always reminding me of a cat with a bell on its collar. Her face was flushed and blotchy, eyes puffy and nose a little pink. She was clearly devastated to hear about John. They’d always had good conversations when he arrived an he had always treated us like good friends or family.

“What's going on in here?” She asked, and I was surprised to not hear a tremble in her voice.

“Well,” Sam began before myself or Dean could even open our mouths, “Dean says that (Y/n) smells like pie.”

“Huh,” May huffed, her expression now almost identical to that of Sam's from before. “How about that.”

The afternoon had passed by without further incident. We introduced ourselves properly and they did the same, even showing us some of their dads journal from where he’d written about us on occasion after his visits. The brothers had collected the items their father had ordered, as well as purchased a few things of their own before giving their thanks and heading out. Evening had rolled around and the sky was flushed with pinks and oranges as the sun began to dip behind the buildings. I peered between the suncatchers out of the front window, apprehension starting to bubble. It would be dark within the hour and I still had to walk home. No scent blockers to mask the fact that I was an omega with an impending heat - the whole ordeal with Deans blissful scent filling my head earlier hadn't helped in the slightest, and I'd felt warm ever since. The walk to my apartment wasn't long, but it was long enough for something to go horribly wrong.

“Want me to walk home with you?” May offered politely as she switched the lights off, draping her bag over her shoulder, her whimsical outfit glowing in the last rainbows from the suncatchers. I shook my head, knowing she needed to get home.

“It's ok, I'll power walk like a bitch and get home in 5 minutes,” I grinned, offering an ounce of confidence. She didn't seem convinced, yet she didn't argue.

“Just text me when you get home, ok?” 

“Of course,” I reassured her as we both stepped outside, locked the store, and went our separate ways. 

Despite my headphones being comfortably on my head, I played no music. As a result it only made the thud thud thud of my boots on the pavement more deafening as I hurried home, eager to avoid hungry eyes. The air was beginning to chill, yet it acted more like a cooling balm for the heat that had started to prickle under my skin. At this point, it was hard to tell if my exertion or my heat was to blame for that, and now was seriously not the time to find out. 

Every shadow painted on concrete surfaces by the setting sun set me on edge, every flutter of a birds wings made my heart palpitate, and every person I passed nearly stopped me in my tracks. I did my best not to pay attention, but I couldn't help but feel the gazes from heads turned when my scent reached them, often bringing them to a halt. 

Halfway. I was almost halfway home when the one sound I didn't want to hear sounded loud and clear, sinking to the pit of my stomach with dread - heavy footsteps racing up behind me. One pair at first, but another quickly joined, though a little further away. With the fear of what could possibly happen to me looming just on the horizon, I broke into a run without even looking back, making it no more than a few strides before a hand wrapped around my wrist in a painful grip and spun me around. At first I was petrified - frozen stiff by this aggressive, unknown alpha that had decided to try his luck. I didn’t recognise him, but he didn’t look like anything out of the ordinary - just an average guy on the outside. Though the slightly crazed glint in his eye along with his almost sour scent and the way he licked his lips was enough to make my stomach churn and skin crawl. I squeezed my eyes shut as he yanked me closer to him, my headphones clattering to the ground when something else happened. A silver lining to my impending doom. A figure, tall and dark and moving fast on long strides appeared behind my attacker, standing almost a whole head above him and with an expression that could make death itself quiver in his boots.

Dean 

Barely having a chance to process anything that was unfurling in front of me, Dean had yanked the Alpha back by his shoulders with a grip strong enough to make the first crunch. The second crunch was one of high impact; a blunt force colliding with a jaw, possibly dislocating it and splattering teeth and blood across the pavement. And the third crunch was more of a sickening thud as a limp body hit the floor. I stood frozen to the spot, my mind unable to keep up with everything unfurling in front of me. Though I jumped into action as soon as I saw Dean reach from the attackers limp body, wearing a face of fury, his fist still clenched.

“Dean- Dean you don't- you'll kill him,” I panicked, not knowing what he was fully capable of as an alpha. Knowing he was John Winchester's son, I would assume he was capable of terrible things, even if they were heroic at heart. Reaching for him, I wrapped my fingers around his arm. He was without his leather jacket now, despite night drawing in, and I was surprised to feel how hot his skin was beneath this flannel. It almost made me flinch, if it wasn't for the fact that I had to do something now before this stranger became flesh coloured jelly on the sidewalk. It didn’t help the situation that passersby were all beginning to stop and watch the scene unfold.

“Dean,” I pleaded, using both hands now to try and pull him away. He growled, a sound that almost made my heart dance. 

“This scumbag was about to fucking run off with you,” he turned to me, eyes wide.

“I know, and he didn't - you saved me, Dean, he can't hurt me now. But we need to go, I need to get ho-”

“I should make sure he's dead,” he made to step forward again, but then something unusual happened. I did something that I've never done before, and in all honesty it was as though I had no control over the words that left my lips.

“Alpha,” my voice was firm yet pleading as I tightened my grip on his arm. He froze. “Please. Please Alpha, we need to go.”

He faced me, eyes still wide, but the murderous rage was quickly dissipating. Silence hung between us for a few breaths before he sighed and relaxed enough for me to relinquish my grip on him.

“Ok,” he said, “but we’re making sure you get there safely.”

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Hello!!!!

Spotify is the same username :)

Sideblogs:

@daisy-daisys-ocs my blog dedicated to me rambling about my OCs and their lore.

@cowboy-iliad-au dedicated to the cowboy Iliad au and the lore I wrote for it

@hoziest-noodle dedicated to my love of Hozier

@alcmetus dedicated to Alcestis and Admetus my beloved

@leucothea-helper-of-sailers dedicated to the goddess Leucothea :)

@daisynoodleprincess dedicated to Greek mythology character designs I like

@greekmythologyfamilytreeupdates dedicated to updates on my Greek mythology family tree

@daisydaisysmiles my blog of things that make me happy

and the list of my OC specific blogs click here and for all my OC content go to my pinned tags and click the tag OC :)

to campaigns: I will share, but I can’t donate. I am very sorry. I wish I could help.

I don’t chat with strangers other than in very short conversations

be kind to each other please!!!

no hate, just love please I don’t understand posting anti things because it’s hatred. But I will respect your opinion as long as you don’t hate on things I post. Please loves just be nice

I mostly reblog and am NOT an artist so if something is tagged under “my art” on my page, please tell me so I can fix it. It is definitely an accident

I’m a bi cis girl who uses she/her pronouns. I will respect your preferences and block those who don’t.

i loveeeee patrochilles and am getting into the classics fandom. I am not against retelling of myths as long as it’s not completely unreasonably inaccurate. I am NEW to the classics fandom so if I get something wrong please correct me!! (This applies for whatever I say)

I am very sensitive but I try to be as nice as possible but I can mess up with that sometimes because sometimes I can accidentally come across as rude and I want you to know loves that there is a 99% chance it was an accident and I will apologize!!

Achievements on this website so far:

being rated lawful good by postalignments!! @postalignments at this post: https://www.tumblr.com/postalignments/761731492738170880/i-think-i-put-my-previous-ask-on-anonymous-by?source=share

being told I’m going to heaven by @imjesus because of this post: https://www.tumblr.com/im-jesus/762726772724908032/happy-song-recommendations-someone-you-like?source=share

oh btw I may post a few political things and I consider myself progressive so: No hate to anyone at all or you will be blocked <3

btw loves, I’ve been considered good at song recommendations so if you need song advice for tropes or moods or characters in the fandoms I’m in feel free to dm me or send me an ask

sorry that was long and if you’re still reading, have a great day loves!!

P.S, here’s a depression tip for when you’re home alone!!

Top ten obsessions

(Irl things excluded)

1. When people are nice to me

2. Leucothea

3. Patrochilles

4. History facts

5. Paintings

6. Epic the musical

7. Pasta

8. Music

9. Making playlists

10. Helping people (I am very much a mom friend)

I LOVE ASKS omg :) also I post a lot of ask games sooo

[eliotlime]

End of October Update

There's got to be a less clunky way for me to title these things but maybe I'll figure it out after a few posts.

Anyway at the top of the order I want to say that uh... the Abacelsus zine is not happening by halloween unforch.. I just started school part-time and it being part-time is still kicking my ass! So tentative release date will be on 11th November unless something else happens....

On the plus side I'm done with the cover so all that's left is the back page and cramming all 24 pages full of drawings 👍

-> As I've said at the end of my previous post I want to make more blog style posts so here's me trying to do that, more under the cut

🔐Abacelsus Zine

I'm still deciding on whether i want to print it A5 or B5 but I'm leaning towards A5, though for the digital release it doesn't really matter lol

As mentioned, I'm done with the main cover so I just need to fill this entire thing with stuff, I said 24 pages but really the total page count is 30. I'm just not counting the cover and the blurb stuff.

I'm half taking a break with this at the risk of burning myself out and half paralysed with starting it. Plus I've kind of been more into Axl & I-no hilariously but I'll always love A.B.A. I think the lack of any real info really lends her well to interpretation which is always fun.

I've never really been one to engage in fandom so I'm probably going to be doing my own thing. That being said if anyone has any suggestions feel free to drop them in my strawpage or ask box :)

🥤 Strawpage & General Socials

The bugs make my pages so decorative, I gotta draw more bugstyle guys.

Speaking of strawpage, I made one of those! It was really fun, I have a short OC info tab with descriptions of some of my main guys. I'd love for you to check it out.

This kind of acts as my ask box for twitter since there's not one there and apparently it's basically my main social media site these days so I'm just mirroring my experience here over there too.

Hilarious timing considering that it's basically collapsing on itself once again, I'll probably still be on that damn site until it implodes but I also have a Bluesky account for those that care about it.

The sky follower bridge extension is really useful for bulk following people from twitter to bsky

I'd love to post there more but there's not a queue function and that's very important to me as someone who is not American and lazy to remember optimal timings.

Did you see? I also have a new pinned for this blog! Wanted to make a new one for a while now, always thought the old one was so freaking long. All the old info is still on my about and faq page though I don't know who actually looks at those.. a relic from years past..

☹ School

Sigh, like I mentioned earlier I'm doing school again! At my big age, but I'm having fun so far! It's part-time but it's still kicking my fucking ass! It's the main reason why I'm a little disoriented this month honestly.

Do you like it? I spent an entire Sunday making my class miro board look niceys and then proceeded to get nauseous from cybersickness afterwards LOL

I'm doing a UI/UX course and I have to say the funnest part about it is making personas, it's like making OCs. Don't particularly like writing though.. but also that's a lie considering the numerous amount of paragraphs in this blog post alone haha

🎁 Merch

I've also gotten confirmation that I'll be boothing again next year in Febuary! So I gotta start locking into making more stickers and general merch. I say this a lot but I do need to look into opening an online store because I just have tonnes of stickers and stuff lying around waiting till the next time I do a convention which is kind of a shame.

Oh, but I will say that if you are from Singapore and would like anything from my previous convention catalogue feel free to shoot me a DM on instagram and I can mail it to you locally, shipping's $2 SGD.

➰Closing Thoughts

All in all, been kind of busy this month with school and various loose threads from September but overall I think I'm doing better! I've also been cooking lately and truthfully that's my biggest achievement this month haha, been also getting really into canned fish. Yummy!

Oh and a last thing is that I've been itching to animate again so I'll end this post with a WIP of a gif I did last night/morning. I almost always never finish my animations but here's hoping this one actually makes it to the colouring stage haha

No prizes to anyone who can guess who these two because of course.

Thank you for reading! I know I can't expect everything to be done in a single month but I just wish I could do everything without getting tired or cybersick! If you'd like to support me, here's my ko-fi page and my itchi.io & gumroad as well.

If you have any questions or just generally want to talk to me, my DMs and askbox is always open! Any professional enquires can be sent towards my email as well: eliotlime@gmail.com

XOXO, Stay weird!

-Eliot :)

[mishy-mashy]

You will do a character/personality analysis of Shinomori, Banjo and En?

I already did some analyses of these guys, but I think I'm gonna put down this masterlist of what I can pull off the top of my head so far

In relation to posts I made, got asked about, or reblogs about the vestiges and analysis/reading comprehension, from what I can remember,

(Edit: this is a list I'm updating as time goes. Does not include the AFO posts I make [I also like that guy])

En being a product of the time he grew up in

En being cut in half by AFO and not OFA

This ask about if I think En has an anxiety disorder

En and Shinomori's vol 41 illustrations

Shinomori being cute and also some character stuff

Shinomori and Hood should've been the same person

Shinomori was a weirdo

Shinomori and Bruce can be related (appearance and similar character/habits)

This ask about Shinomori being Bruce's nephew

Banjo is a Vigilante, not a Pro Hero

Banjo is where AFO realized taking OFA needed more

Banjo word vomit from an ask asking if he wears a clown mask over his problems

Kudo's really kind

Kudo and Lady Nagant

(Extra point to Kudo-Nagant parallels- THEIR QUIRKS. When they used them, they shot bullets FROM THEIR ARMS and could make the bullet go WHERE THEY WANTED. Nagant by skill, Kudo by Ability)

Kudo, OFA, and "San-San-Kudo" symbolism

Kudo and Bakugo look alike

Kudo and Bakugo resemble each other in s7 too

Kudo and Bruce have eyebags

Kudo smiles like a muppet

Kudo makes funny expressions

Kudo is so short he tucks his pants in

The temptation to write about Kudo knowing nothing about babies and getting one thrown on him in the Resistance era + opening paragraphs

AFO hating Kudo while also being scared shitless

Me over a Kudo cameo

How Kudo fell when Yoichi died, and Kudo and Bruce's different reactions

The foreshadowing of why AFO can't hate strongly, with reference to Kudo

Just a mention in tags about what if Kudo was AFO's soulmate in a Soulmate AU

The Resistance were squatters

Me realizing Kudo's anti-AFO group is actually nameless

Bruce is hot but also has great character

This ask about Bruce's smile

The contrast between the only two times we see Bruce smile (as of ch 424)

Baby u r my angel (Bruce) + tags about being in Bruce's shoes

Some pics of Bruce at bad angles (+ he got the Ojiro treatment)

Me in the tags over Bruce fanart

Why Yoichi can be considered the older twin

Me in the tags when Yoichi shows up as a vestige in s7 ep 12

Some Yoichi-Midoriya parallels

AFO seeing Yoichi in Mineta of all people

Me mentioning people should consider Yoichi, AFO, and their mom in a red light district AU setting

3 reasons for why All Might couldn't find information on the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce)

Me going buckwild over a Yoichi and Kudo gif and breaking tag containment

Yoichi + Kudo to Midoriya + Bakugo parallels in the [holding out a hand] scenes

Even as a vestige, Yoichi couldn't look AFO in the eye until Kudo was with Yoichi

The first Three's appearances in s7 ep 13

S7 ep 13 and Midoriya punches AFO with the power of rainbows, right after Yoichi and Kudo appear

*COUGH* Kudo Yoichi Bruce dynamic reblog *COUGH*

Me in the tags looking for rare content about the first Three

Me in the tags over the parallels of Orpheus and Eurydice, to Yoichi, AFO, and Kudo

Me asking if OC-centric fics exist, set in the times of vestiges

Chronological events based off AFO's chase of the past vestiges

Why OFA users are good bases for High-Ends

When the vestiges are smiling without any stressors. Just. Smiling. Oh my gosh-

A point in this post about how determination to beat AFO was what remained of the vestiges

Reblog of post that showed Bruce was crying when he fought AFO

Reblog of a post where Midoriya manages to kill 7 dead people (the vestiges)

Me in the tags wishing Ultra Analysis had pages of the other vestiges

Me in the tags about Horikoshi having detailed backstories for the vestiges and not giving them

My pinned post, which involves a masterlist for my BNHA OC fic stuff (all involve the vestiges, and set in their time periods)

[likeadevils]

welcome to swiftie tumblr here’s a style guide

are you afraid of people making judgements about the way your profile looks but you don't know enough about tumblr to tell what people might judge you about? then this post is for you!

this is mostly gonna apply to specifically swiftie tumblr, and even then like. you’re totally free to present yourself however you want, but these are just the dominant cultural norms

URLS

album and song titles are the most sought after

lyrics are also very popular (the shorter the better)

dashes are considered a bit cringe but slight misspellings or adding an s to words are fine

adding your name to your url will make people go 🫵 twitter user 🫵

PROFILE PICTURES

you should have a pfp chosen before you start following people, otherwise people will go “oh fuck a bot” and automatically block you

pictures of yourself will also make people go 🫵 twitter user 🫵

gradient/one color backgrounds behind a picture of taylor are still very common, but plain pictures of taylor are also a vibe

if they have that one particular pale pink-ish with a bit of grain filter people will go 🫵 twitter user 🫵

displaying your pfp in a circle format on your mobile theme is more common but if you have it square people won’t judge you

BACKGROUND IMAGES

there’s lots of acceptable ways to do this but something unique to tumblr is playing with the border between the background and the rest of your blog

a few years ago it was super popular to add a ripped paper effect to the bottom, and that’s still hanging on

a curved border (either a wave or a bowl shape) is also fairly common

making the picture smaller than the borders has started to gain traction (i started noticing it becoming popular like, mid pandemic)

hiding the pfp from your mobile theme to make your background flow more is super common but the color schemes should still compliment each other

MOBILE THEME

you can use this handy dandy tool to make your background/text color match a color in your background/pfp

i’d say white or black backgrounds are still the most common but i’ve found the colored background with white text to be making a strong comeback

there’s not a ton of judgement about this, as long as it all matches

BLOG TITLE

blog titles can really be whatever but in general keep it short (less that one row)

a short lyric, a word, or an emoji are the most common options

DESCRIPTION

i’ve found getting on a computer and going to yoururl.tumblr.com and clicking on the little painting thing on the top right corner to be the best way to edit text but the mobile app works fine too (unless you’re adding links then you have to go on a computer)

in general 2-3 rows are the most common, and ideally it’s not just one big wall of text

general format is name (this is where you link your caard/about page) / age/age range / pronouns in the top row and a (short) lyric you like in the bottom

another popular format is everything being a lyric and adding links to stuff on important words

if you like to make edits/art/some other type of original content feel free to add a link in your description

you can add links (again only on desktop) like this

MISC BLOG SETUP STUFF

if your likes/following are visible (especially if both are visible) people will go 🫵 twitter user 🫵

some people show their most popular posts, some people don’t, to my knowledge there’s no judgement either way

your pinned post can be whatever you want it to be but it’s super common to have it be a short about/navigation page

most people have a tag they use for personal posts (“name speaks/rambles/etc” is probably the most common) but you don’t have to if you don’t want to

INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER PEOPLE

follow for follows are not super common. it happens (if you follow someone people it’s common for that person to check out your blog but not in any way a guarantee) but for the most part being tumblr mutuals is a higher bar to clear than “oh this person follows me.” if you want to get peoples attention i would recommend this method, but even then the person can chose not to follow you without it being an insult to your character

blocking is more common than it is on twitter and not an insult to your character. repeatedly starting shit with other people will cause your followers to block you. if you want to start a fight with someone just block them instead

feel free to reblog old posts and spam like

while the mechanics and terminology are very similar, in terms of the way they are perceived a tumblr like is not equal to a twitter like, a tumblr reply is not equal to a twitter reply, and a reblog is not equivalent to retweet

likes are generally utilized as a little hello or bookmarks

reblogs are closer to twitter likes than anything else

replies have a fairly unique function in tumblr interactions but i think the closest way to describe it is like a semi-public dm to the op— chances are no one else is going to see it but the op (except if you replied through a reblog, then the reblogger will see it, but the reblogger will still likely read your reply as intended for the op)

if you have a comment put it in the tags. you know those old screenshots of tumblr posts that have a million “oh my god this is so funny”s breaking up the content of the post? that’s widely considered not only cringe but a bit rude now, please don't do that

if you like someone’s tags, reblog from them and say “prev tags”. every few weeks you’ll see someone from a different corner of tumblr say “prev tags is dead!” but on swiftie tumblr prev tags has never died and doesn’t show signs of dying in the near future

@-ing taylor in a post (edit: unless it’s a joke, @-ing taylor as a joke is very funny feel free to do that) will make people go 🫵 twitter user 🫵

again you can present yourself however you want, tumblr is the home of cringe, these are just the dominant cultural norms that i’ve noticed on swiftie tumblr specifically

[arcane-vagabond]

Arcane-Vagabond's Blog Survival Guide

Because I saw another blog do this, and I think it's a good idea now that I'm gaining more followers who may not have heard of me before. So, here's a little guide about me, my works, what you'll find on this blog, and how to navigate!

RESIDENT SURVIVAL MASTER: ARCANE-VAGABOND AKA LIZ

Millenial, 28, Bisexual, Agender Woman, She/They

THINGS LIZ KNOWS WAY TOO MUCH ABOUT

Pop Culture, Folk Tales, Fairy Tales, Languages, Religion, Cryptids, Space, Tornadoes, Cultures, Vikings, Medieval/Renaissance Studies, Mythology, and more!

IN THIS SURVIVAL GUIDE YOU WILL WILL FIND:

✨ MY COLLECTIONS: My writing

✨ MY TIPS AND TRICKS: Rules for my writing

✨ MY DECREES: My blog rules

✨ UPCOMING EVENTS: What I'm currently working on

✨ CLASSIFICATIONS: What tags I use

✨ MY LORE: More about me

All of this information can also be found on my Navigation Page which also serves as my pinned post!

※ My Masterlist

Where I keep all of my writing! You can also find challenges and moodboards here!

✨My FAQ!

✨ I currently write female reader-insert fics as well almost exclusively AUs (Alternate Universes). I try to make my fics as inclusive as possible, but I understand that I will fall short of this at times. The moodboards I make for the heroines of my stories are based off of vibes only, but the reader characters themselves will not have physical attributes save for something like hair length.

✨Most of my stories are for Jake “Hangman” Seresin at the moment. I started writing for the Top Gun Maverick fandom in September 2023, and only recently started branching out to other fandoms.

✨ Writing Updates: I do not currently have a posting schedule. This is mainly because my job/life are pretty hectic and I never know when the mood or time to update will strike me.

✨ Taglists: I no longer do taglists. If you would like to be notified of when I post fic updates, drabbles, moodboards, or polls, please head over to my sideblog: @arcanevagabond-library and turn on post notifications!

✨ Requests are currently: Open! Feel free to send them in at any time, but please know that it may take me a little while to get to it.

I will write: Smut, Fluff, Angst (within reason), light, soft!dark, dark!, AUs (there's not much I won't do), age difference (both adults), threesome, reverse harem, dubcon, consensual non-consent, Dom/Sub, cockwarming, praise, praise and degradation, breeding, chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, bondage, edging, overstimulation, A/B/O, and I'm sure there's more. Just ask!

I will NOT write: Real Person Fic (RPF), age regression, pedophilia, bestiality, necrophilia, incest, race play, underage scenarios, scat play, piss kink, cheating between "main" couple, accidental pregnancy, miscarriage, Taylor Swift inspired fic.

Who I'll write for:

✨TGM Characters: Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Javy "Coyote" Machado, and Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

✨ Twisters Characters: Tyler Owens, Boone, and Scott

✨Marvel Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker

✨Misc. Characters: Soldier Boy, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and more to come!

✨ My blog is 18+ only!

✨ I sometimes write smut and some of my stories contain elements of sexual assault and non-con, so please heed the warnings posted at the top of fics and proceed with caution!

✨ Hate, racism, transphobia, homophobia, and misogyny will not be tolerated. Take your mean anons elsewhere, please and thanks.

✨ While I thirst over characters and celebrities and I'm happy to receive positive asks about them, I'm not a gossip blog.

✨ This is my safe space. I do my best to be kind, but don't take advantage of it.

✨ SUPPORT WRITERS AND THEIR HARD WORK THAT YOU ENJOY FOR FREE. If you struggle with what to say when commenting/reblogging, check out this post for ideas/help.

About My Inbox and DMs

✨ Please read my FAQ!

✨ When it comes to ask games and chatting (whether about my fics or in general) I'm pretty quick to respond. However, I'm a little slower when it comes to requests, so please keep that in mind when sending in asks.

✨ Inbox is open for positivity, thirsting, fic and writer asks, personal shares (within reason), and more! I will happily accept gifs, photos, and videos as they make my day.

✨ Please ask before trauma dumping. While I don't get triggered easily, asking beforehand is appreciated. Should I agree, please add a trigger warning when you send the next ask.

✨ If you ask for my advice, please keep in mind that my word is not law and I may not have the answer you're looking for.

WHAT I'M WORKING ON AT THE CURRENT MOMENT

I'm working on a number of things for different things for different fandoms. These include fics for Top Gun Maverick, Teen Wolf, Twisters, and Marvel. I'm always expanding though!

Check out my Writing Challenge!

ABOUT MY TAGS

✨ Liz's personal tag - Posts where I talk about things going on in my life. Could be light-hearted, could be darker. Both will fall under this tag.

✨ Liz writes - Used typically when I'm posting a sneak peek or a drabble of some kind.

✨ Liz speaks - Posts where I say something that’s not long, just a little blurb or something.

✨ Liz rants - Used when I'm complaining about something or other.

✨ Liz rambles - Posts where I'm on a tangent of some kind. Usually complaining about something or just talking about a topic and the post got long.

✨ Liz creates - Posts pertaining to my art projects!

✨ Long post - My answer/rant/post got long.

✨ Poll - Used on posts where I've created a poll.

✨ Hey Nonny Nonny - Anonymous asks that have been answered.

✨ Answered - Answered asks.

✨ Beloved Mutuals - Posts pertaining to my mutuals.

✨ For the Followers - Posts I make that are exclusively for my followers to participate in.

✨ Fic rec - A fic I've reblogged that I recommend.

✨ Hey Hangman. Queue look...good. - My tag for when I've queued things.

And last but not least on this long ass poll, some info about me!

Hi, my name is Liz. I'm 28 years old, and I blow the candles out on September 3rd of every year. I graduated with a Bachelor's of Art in Linguistics and I had two minors: One in German and the other in Medieval and Renaissance Studies. Because I unfortunately can't afford to pursue more education, I joined the work force upon graduation! During school, I studied abroad twice: Once for a year in Germany and the second time was for a month in Ireland!

I've always loved stories, ever since I was a little girl and my dad would read the original Grimms fairytales to me. I've been telling stories ever since I could remember, but I didn't start writing them down until I was around nine years old.

My dream has always been to be an author, but I only recently started writing fanfiction in September 2023! A lot of my fics are story ideas I've had over the years that I've wanted to tell, but I always like to see how they'll do before I commit to them, so don't be shy about telling me what you think! I live for feedback of any kind, and likes just simply won't cut it for me. I want to know your thoughts! I promise you will never annoy me with them.

When I'm not writing, you can usually find me binge watching TV shows and/or movies while I cross-stitch, embroider, play video games, or paint! I also love painting pottery and reading in my spare time. If you want to know more details, feel free to check out my About Me page on my Navigation post!

Thanks for sticking around this long!

[catacombbee]

Ashlyn Banner in the Sims 4

will put cc links / what pack items used at the end;; more pictures below

SO uhm. uhm uhm i got randomly possessed with the need to make Ashlyn in the sims. if you haven't read School Bus Graveyard on Webtoon and you like thriller stories pls go read plspslpslspslsplsspls

i do a lot more live mode gameplay than cas gameplay but i love making pretty sims. and it took me 30 minutes to find a braid that is long enough screams sobs wails

im unsure how i feel about the short hair still but @arcaneafterhours told me she loved it so i guess it's fine lmaofhfkg

both of the long hairs are custom content by the same user, but the short hair is from City Living. i think. im away from my laptop rn

also Ashlyn in ""Aiden's sweatshirt"" because i wanted to

and her formal outfit. if you care. those Red doodles of Ashlyn in a suit

and i forgot to take a picture of her full outfit so here's a random screenshot i didn't realize i took on accident until after i sent the pictures to my phone. i was just swapping her outfit but i guess you could say it looks like she's dancing

ANYWAY;; if you scrolled this far i hope you liked this. i think she's pretty

here's a list of the cc links

HAIR: simandy's pinned post has a link to her downloads page. both hairs are in the "extra long" page of the female hairs category. ;; the short hair is from the City Living pack

HEADPHONES: Dissa's Headphones

CLOTHES: Amy's Turtleneck ;; green sweater is from Discover University and i think the "Aiden hoodie" is as well? i don't remember what pack the suit top is from ;; pants and boots are basegame

FACIAL FEATURES: Beetle Eyes 2 ;; EA eyelash remover mod + an eyelash pack. both by Kijiko. can't remember which pack the eyelashes are from so the first link is the overall eyelash page, second two are two downloads i know i have ;; freckles are from High School Years

[gyaru-tau]

Ok so I've been seeing a lot of critique posts on The Realm and how things are being currently run and I figured I might as well throw my hat into the ring as a guy who is generally passionate about game design. I wanna go over all the moving parts in the server so far and talk about why I feel they do or do not work. Does that sound fun? I hope so. I'm gonna start with the factions, because if I'm being completely honest they are. the root of the problem. If you consider most if not all of the issues so far, they can all be looped back over to the factions as a sort of "inciting incident" to everything. so. Whats up with the factions? How did this all happen? The big issue with the factions that we are still seeing the effects of happened on day 1 of the event. They did something that they should NOT have done, and that's tying the gameplay mechanic to the pre-established cliques in the server. By no fault of the players who were just doing whatever they felt like at their own pace, the Kingdom of fools just so happened to become the most noticeable thing from the moment you spawn in, with foolish already recruiting people in long before the factions were ever established. Now, as a result, the factions are highly unbalanced, with yellow having a much greater number than blue or green. Along with this, there is now the red faction which is also imbalanced against blue and green, and to my understanding, there was also no choice in the matter of whether or not they had to actually be in this faction. For the undecided players, they have to choose a faction whether they want to or not. All of this is what kinda snowballed into literally everything else. Such as!! The weekly item collection quotas.

At a surface level, having a weekly quota to complete to incentivize people to play on the server each week seems like a really good thing! But this is offset by a couple of things right off the bat. The teams are of course imbalanced, and while that doesn't really matter competitively, it has led to the item amounts being increased for yellow to try and balance things back out. But this does something that's kinda becoming a theme on the server, which is instead of going back on one bigger problem, they tack something new onto the problem to fix it. But as a result, all it does is create another problem, or worse, two problems!! Put a pin in that since we got an example of it later. The other issue is that the punishment for failing is a pretty big one; that being losing a life. The reward for completing it is kinda boiled down to short-lived relief until you gotta run it back and do it all over again. And that kind of gameplay loop can be pretty stressful to deal with due to. The many issues regarding the life system.

Once again, I feel like the life system on its own has no issues! It's essentially a different flavour of hardcore minecraft, which encourages players to be more cautious and risk-averse, while also making them do something high-risk in order to get their lives back. On its own, it's a pretty good, straightforward system. But. This is quickly offset by how many things can fucking kill you. For starters, mobs are already more dangerous. I believe they're at hardcore difficulty at the start and that's already a lot, especially if you aren't a hardcore player, but on top of that, there is the threat of losing a life if you can't complete the item quota, and NOW there are other players who are supposed to just go out and kill people, adding yet another thing to worry about. The life system is starting to become a little bit too intense as a result, with there being more and more things you have to pay attention to and worry about.

And maybe all this isn't so bad. But there's an issue I'm beginning to see and it loops back to that thing I said about adding new problems as means to fix old ones. Snails?

As funny as it is to take a page out of wild life's book and give players with too-high levels immortal snails that decrease their levels, I think it is planting seeds for a much bigger potential issue, and that is the introducing of constant new gimmicks in what is essentially supposed to be a vanilla+ minecraft server. Instead of going to the root of problems and reworking them from the ground up (which, mind you, is very possible to do this early on in the server's run), gimmicks are introduced to get rid of the problem. The more problems there are, the more gimmicks there will be. And too many gimmicks will stop being fun and start being hard to keep track of and annoying. Gimmicks are a longevity killer. So. What can be done to fix literally all of these issues?

It might disappoint some to hear that the answer is sadly and simply put; you have to kill your darlings. Take it from me when I say that sometimes, getting rid of the aspects you love most can sometimes be the very best thing you can do for a project, and can even result in something that you love even more. So let's take this from the top here. Here is my jot list of things that could be done for each of these problems to fix them (this post is long enough as is):

change how the factions are structured entirely. Don't split them up based on cliques, and instead, make people group up with whoever they want, granted those groups are evenly split.

each group has to collect the same item every week. same item, same amount. OR make them all collect really similar items, i.e; one group collects oak saplings, one collects spruce saplings, and one collects birch saplings

Instead of punishing players for not completing the weekly item collection challenges, reward them for completing it! give them tons of skill points or helpful items. have players race for first second and third!

Don't limit the challenges to multiples of one item. Spice things up every week! First team to collect every music disc! First team to complete a scavenger hunt we made! First team to conquer a bastion together! Get creative with it so not every challenge is just grinding for objects!

make the challenges optional! You don't have to participate at all if you don't want to, and your only punishment is getting a smaller share of the team's reward.

please just let people decide for themselves if they want to be in the hostile faction. Or no faction at all! don't force them to choose. That's no fun.

if people are too high leveled, make a lower level cap and slowly increase it as time goes on or players complete more challenges! maybe increasing the cap can even be a reward!

The biggest problem right now is that a lot of the current decisions are squishing down the initial concept of player freedom by forcing them into factions, not letting them level up how they want, and punishing them for being good at the game. These kinds of issues can't go unnoticed for long, especially if more issues start to pile up on top of each other. If the players are ok with how things are then that's all that matters, but these are just my personal critiques as someone who really wants this server to be able to stay alive.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 46

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber, Steve Kemp

Note: yeah.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me 

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

You stay in the room for much of the day. You’re not sure what else to do. The house is empty. You feel small. Lonely. 

As you think about the way things were before, you feel woozy. Not Andy, but Amber. When she went to work, the house was quiet but you didn’t feel so desolate. You knew she would come home and when she did, everything would be okay. 

Even if you could go home, you shouldn’t. Steve says you’re not ready. You don’t feel ready. You don’t have anything. In fact, you have even less than when you left. You think you might even be even more broken than before. 

As the day wears on, so do your nerves. You take out the tablet, your stomach mulching nervously, and you turn it on. You try to draw but your hand is shaky. Then you just stare at the screen, anxious as a thought needles in your head. 

You tap the icon for the camera app. Andy moved the camera but it’s still on. It’s in his bedroom. You shudder. He’s not there but the bed is a mess and your things are strewn over the floor. At least, from what you can see. 

A notification pops up at the top of the application; you have unreviewed footage, tap to review. You hesitate before you press your finger down. A page full of frames pops up and you scroll down, squinting. You see Andy, sitting on the bed, laying down, and even looking into the camera. 

You hit play on a frame. He’s snarling into the lens, “come back, Dove! Please. Why are you doing this? You’re hurting me--” you drag your finger to skip through then let go. “If you don’t, I might just do something. I have to make sure you’re okay, Dove. I love you, honey. You know I can’t do nothing. I will do anything to make sure you’re safe.” 

You hit the back button several times and throw the tablet to the end of the bed. That was a mistake. The blaze in his blue eyes clings to you. You don’t know what he meant but his threats crawl over your skin like insects. You shudder and scratch your neck restlessly. 

After some time, you find the strength to get up and put the tablet away. It’s all you have now. It’s not just a window into what you ran away from, but to Amber. When you’re ready, you’ll message her. You’ll tell her you got free and that you’re better. Just not right now. Not yet. But you’ll get there. 

🕊️

When Ann gets home, she comes into your room without knocking. She treats you like a child as she tells you to make your bed. You do it as she struts out. When she returns, she throws something onto the foot of the mattress. 

“Put that on, sweetheart. You want to look nice for dinner.” 

She smiles, her lips a perfect shade of candy apple red. You reach for the dress but as you do, she nears. She cups your chin and makes you look at her. Her eyes skim your face and she pokes her lips out. 

“You are so delicate and young...” she says. Closer, you see how her foundation cakes in her wrinkles. She looks older as shadows pool around her eyes. “Aren’t you, dear? So gentle and soft and...” she shoves you back and you stumble, “easy.” 

“Ann?” You squeak. 

“What’s the matter, baby? Last night was delicious, wasn’t it,” he grabs you by the shoulders and angles you against the bed, “you taste so good.” She urges you back until you’re forced to sit. “A good girl,” she grins and pushes until you lay back. You quiver, helpless. “Yes, you stay like that.” 

She drags her hands down your body and squeezes your chest. She purrs and kneads through the shirt. She teethes her lips and steps back, running her hands up and down her torso as she shimmies. She trails down to the skirt of her dress and slowly tugs it upward. 

You push yourself up on your elbows, “I can help cook--” 

She hushes you and a rocky giggle rolls in her throat. He bunches her skirt above her hips, revealing a pair of black panties, and she rubs the fabric with a hum. She drones and lets out a gasp. 

“I’m so wet, baby,” she slithers, “you want to taste?” 

“Ann, I... please...” 

You sit up completely and she rips her hands from between her thighs. She shoves you and you bounce onto your back again. 

“This is my house, you are my little slut, so be quiet,” she hisses. 

“I... I’m not--” 

“What do you call a girl who seduces her therapist, hm? And a married man at that?” She snarls as she steps closer. “You’re lucky I’m not a vindictive woman.” 

You look at her in horror, “no, I didn’t--” 

She hushes you again and tuts as pushes her panties to the side. She touches herself again and drones as her eyes roll up. She pulls her fingers away and shows you the glisten. 

“You’re a cute little thing. I like it,” she steps up and bends over you as she grabs your chin and pokes her fingers against your lips. You open as her painted nails poke against you and she rams in until you gag. “Mmm, see how wet I am for you. You made a mess of me and now you have to clean it up.” 

She moves to straddle you, climbing over you as you lay paralysed in shock. What is she doing? You squeak and clasp onto the bedspread as you close her eyes. 

“Come on, baby,” she hovers over your face, “have a taste.” 

She lowers her cunt until it meets your lips. You whimper and tweaks your ear, “don’t be a bad girl. Open up.” 

You whine and obey. The sickly sweat taste of her flesh stains your lips and seeps into your mouth. She clutches a wad of your hair and pulls your head up into her. 

“Get your tongue out,” she demands as she tilts your head and her hips. You push your tongue through your lips as you cling to the blankets. Your eyes sting as she smothers you, grinding into your face. “That’s it, baby, oooh, so soft. Move your tongue—yeah, like that.” 

The noise of your mouth and the smear of her arousal sickens you. Worse than anything, is your helplessness. Yet, you can’t hate her for this. She’s right. Steve is her husband and you’re here, distracting him, doing those things with him. 

“Mmm, yes, oh, I see why he likes you so much. Oh, baby, I want to see you suck his cock just like this.” She bucks faster, until you’re suffocated in her. You shake as she uses you, rolling her hips harder until your head is spinning. “Mmm, here I--” 

She bites down on a grunt and spasms, rocking into your face until she stills. She stops, breathless, dripping onto you as you pant breathlessly. She curls her shoulders as she leans on her hands and snickers. 

“Wow, that was...” 

“Ann,” Steve’s voice rumbles through the open door. 

“Ah, there you are,” she wiggles, spreading the mess across your face before she climbs off of you, “wanna join?” 

“The kids are home,” he hisses and steps inside, closing the door. “They’re watching Bluey.” 

You can hear the TV blaring. You turn your face away from him as he stomps toward the bed. You’re mortified as Ann’s scent wafts in your nose. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Enjoying our little toy,” Ann snips. “I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.” 

“Get out,” he snarls. 

“Oh, don’t be like that--” 

“Out,” he repeats. 

She huffs and taps away on her heels, grumbling before she sweeps through the door with a creak and a snap. The bed dips and you flinch as Steve touches your arm. You squeak and try to roll away. He holds onto you. 

“Dove, hey, I’m sorry about that. Are you okay?” 

You sniff and wipe your face. You swallow and turn your head straight. It’s just new. That’s all. It’s like he said. You’re all together. And if you get to be with him, then it’s not so bad. 

You grab onto his forearm and pull yourself to sit up. You look at him through glittering tears. You hook your arm around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He coos and rubs your back. 

“Oh, sweetie, it's okay, I'm here now,” he hugs you back. “It’s alright.”

His hand trails down your back as you cling to him. Slowly he follows the curve of your bottom and traces along your leg. A shiver flutters through you. You pull back and look him in the face. 

“Dinner...” 

“I’ll let the kids know you’re not feeling well,” he lowers himself down on his side, taking you with him. Your chest pumps wildly. “Let’s just stay like this, huh?” 

He tickles along the back of your thigh and you moan. His touch feels so nice. Not like Andy’s. No, you don’t feel afraid. You drags your hand back and touch his chest. He’s strong. You believe him when he says he wants to take care of you. 

“I wanna try it again,” you whisper. 

“Hmm?” He arches a brow. 

You look down at his pants then at his face. You giggle and pet his sweater. You move closer and bend your leg around him. 

“I want to have sex. With just you.” 

His forehead creases and his throat bobs. His eyes search you and he nods.  

“Alright, sweetie, but we gotta be quiet, right?” 

You nod and a smile blooms in your cheeks. He brushes his hand along your bent leg then lurches all at once. He pins you under him as he turns you onto your back. You gasp and he shakes his head. You seal your lips to keep your voice inside. 

He feels along your thigh and beneath the hem of your shirt. You never put on any panties. You’re in the same shirt he gave you that morning. 

As he delves along your folds, you’re already wet. It’s a surprise. Was it Ann or him? You don’t know and you don’t care. His touch feels so good. He plays with you gently, flicking you clit, twirling around it, pressing down until you’re squirming. 

He growls and dips his fingers into you. He rocks his hand as he pushes down on your clit, tension clustering in his palm. He moves his arm steadily as you groan and push your head back. 

“Sweetie, shhhh,” he warns as he pulls his hand free, “you’re being a bad girl.” 

He shifts his weight, holding his pelvis up, and pushes heavy on one knees. His zipper whispers down and his belt clinks open. You reach down to help shove down his pants. A swell of desperation surges inside you.  

He holds himself over you as he guides his tip along your cunt. You feel along his back and he sinks into you. You squeak and he catches your voice in his hand as he covers your mouth. You clench around him as he bottoms out. 

He nuzzles your neck and sighs as he wiggles his pelvis. Your moans are muffled in his hand, muted by his weight on your chest. He teethes at your throat as he starts to thrust. Slow, long, strokes that tickle your insides.  

Friction burns between you. Fire seethes in your veins as you arch into him. He snakes his hand up your shirt and fondles your chest as he ruts harder and harder. He keeps your mouth trapped, his knuckles blocking your breath as he shakes the bed. The clap of his flesh echoes louder and louder. 

Your lashes droop and your drift beneath them, carried away by a tide of dazed delight. He bites your neck as he grunts and groans, growling as he pinches your flesh. You twitch and cum around him, swathing him in your arms. 

He keeps going. Harder and faster. He sucks and nips at your flesh, until it hurts, until you’re eyes are wet with tears. The delight gives way to terror as your bones ache with each thrust and his teeth threaten to cut through your skin. You can’t breath as his large hand smothers you. 

“Oh, oh, sweetie, I'm going to cum,” he rasps against your shoulder, “yeah, I’m gonna... inside... oh, you’re so warm, so good.” He chuffs as his body tenses, the fabric of his sweater rough against your lower stomach, his pants chafing your thighs, the buckle snapping and clinking. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. Mm, yes, sweetie.” 

You clasp onto his wrist as you peek out from under your heavy eyelids. You vision speckles with flashes of his snarling face. Your head pulses and your lungs burn. You try to move his hand so you can get air but he’s too strong. He’s too caught up to notice as he fucks through his climax and you feel him spill into you. 

The world ripples as drops onto you, puffing and panting, droning in his afterglow. You cough as finally he drags his hand away. He cups your cheek and kisses the other as his balmy breath dampens your skin. 

“Is that what you wanted?” He sneers, “you bad, bad girl.” 

You wince as your body tingles from hot to cold, “bad? I’m not bad.” 

“No, baby, you’re good,” he pushes deep into you. “You’re so good taking all of me.” 

[smalife1234]

HEY EVERYONE!

Big big big post (yes that was necessary)

Today might be the biggest decision of y'all's lives! Today is the day that you'll have to work every brain cell in your head to make this decision

No, no, I'm kidding ( I think). This post is to simply ask for y'all opinion/vote on which picture should be our new profile banner! Since we've been having a recycled ♻️ picture for a while! As our banner, I decided to make our Tumbler page pop!

So, I've selected 8 images for y'all to decide/discuss! Feel free to comment on which one you'll like as our new profile banner!

🚨 IMPORTANT INFORMATION 🚨

- you all have one week to make up this very important decision - the DEADLINE WILL BE ON SEPTEMBER 23RD AT 7:00 AM!

- this same Information will be on my Instagram story for the whole week to remind those of you who are not frequently on Tumblr!

Instagram handle - doc_mcstuffins_james_levine

- please vote/put it in the comments below 👇! On my Instagram story or the Tumblr post pinned to the top of the blog! Or feel free to message me! Respectfully, I'll only reply to business-required votes and discussions! By my choice, or if you have a question, please feel free to message/comment 💬!

Now feel free to view all the pictures!

Img desc #1: doc is seen at a speaking engagement wearing a short-sleeved buttoned-up white shirt a grey tie, and black skinny jeans, including black dress shoes. She is sitting near a group of fellow speakers!

Img desc #2: doc is near a brown fence near many trees. Doc is beaming with a bright smile and a white long-sleeved shirt, brown pants, and white shoes. She is in her electric wheelchair

Img desc #3: doc is seen smiling near many trees. She is seen with a bright smile and a blue long-sleeved shirt and tan/tacky colored pants. She is in her old electric wheelchair.

Img desc #4: doc and Emmie are seen in a single framed photo. Doc is seen right of Emmie smiling and wearing a black long-sleeved sweater over her white long-sleeved shirt and black dark blue tie paired with it. She has a pair of tan colored pants and brown shoes. Emmie, seen on the left of the image, is smiling and sitting in her manual wheelchair. She is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a blue blazer. She is wearing a pair of tan-colored pants!.

Img desc #5: doc and Emmie are seen in a wide-angled frame, and image Doc seen on the right is seen giving a wide expression on her face. She is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt brown pants, and white shoes! Emmie, seen on the left of the image, is seen looking shocked while in her manual wheelchair. She is seen in a pair of blue jeans and a white long-sleeved shirt. There are trees behind them!

Img desc #6: doc is seen in a single shot frame. She is smiling while wearing a black short-sleeved buttoned-up shirt and black skinny jeans. There is a pretty green scenery behind her.

Img desc #7: doc and Emmie are seen in a single shot frame. Doc is seen blowing a kiss while wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and brown jeans. Her Atrophied arms are resting on her lap. Emmie's head is seen on the doc's lap, and Emmie is seen smiling, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and blue jeans!

Img desc #8: doc is seen giving a wide smile to a white lab dog; Doc is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and brown jeans! Her atrophied arms are resting on her lap.

[galaxy-forest-productions]

My projects

I'm a game dev, my thing is I make tiny games, zines and other tiny projects. I decided to pin all my projects at the top of the page so if anyone wants to know what I'm up to, they can. I also put my future projects here so there's a way to know what I'm working on.

Currently working on:

Maho Monthly (Issue 2 already released) - a magical girl zine set in the universe of a visual novel I plan to make called Dream Keeper Lovely Luna.

Undead magical girl club - a visual novel for spooktober jam about undead magical girls.

Finished projects:

Games and visual novels:

Unknown Signal - a short visual novel about loneliness in the apocalypse

Shockwave - a visual novel about the first trial of a death game (to be expanded)

No tears allowed - a small game about not crying at work

Physical games:

Declutter Santa - a christmas themed party game!

Unknown Journal - a one page solo journaling TTRPG about surviving in the post apocalyptic landscape.

Pride & Gossip - A solo journaling rpg about running a gossip publication in the regency era

Zines:

Sometimes I feel silly - A zine about feeling childish because of the things you like.

Pocket week - Just a zine sized weekly planner.

Maho Monthly Issue 1 - The first issue of my monthly magical girl zine.

Games I helped with:

Papa Chrono's Pizza - A game made for the one page ttrpg jam. I did the layout and the art.

Other stuff:

Star Planet - A pixel art piece I made for a pixel art jam on itch.

Future projects

Here I'll put just put the projects I want to make in the future so I'll have a comprehensive list of what to expect someday. I don't know when they will be released, it's more of a here's all the ideas I wanna work on! Not all my games are pre planned, I'll release stuff that is not on this list for jams and such, but these are the ones I'm actually planning on doing.

Language of flowers - a game about running a flower shop with your wife in a fantasy world. Considering renaming it Flower shop cottagecore lesbian simulator because in essence, it is that.

Finishing that vocaloid dating sim - I really gotta finish this...

Unknown Library - another game in the Unknown universe. It's about a person that is collecting books in the apocalypse to build their own apocalypse library.

No tears allowed sequel - I feel bad for Anna so once she has had some time to get over her ex, I'll make her the protagonist of a dating sim.

Shockwave expansion - Just the second trial of Shockwave. Shockwave is just the first trial of the death game, I wanna make all of the different trials.

Keep my secret - another death game visual novel. This one I'll wait until I have a small community since the official storyline would change based on popular vote.

Dream keeper lovely luna - A visual novel about a magical girl that helps people in their dreams. I plan to release multiple stories for Luna so this is more of a series.

Girly detective - another knectic novel series about a magical girl, but this time she's a detective.

Picture perfect - a romance visual novel about guess what? A magical girl. She lives in a world where photonovelas are all the rage and she is the most famous actress. She uses her magic powers to transform into her characters. I wanted it to have creamy mami vibes.

Unknown journal expansion - I want to expand unknown journal into a more complete folio zine sized game. I might charge for this one since it will take me a while to work on and I feel like it will be worth charging. Stay tuned to my posts though since I plan to post looking for beta testers so you might be able to get the beta for free.

Fantasy tourist - A solo ttrpg about exploring a fantasy world with town guides and tons of stuff. This one will definitely not be free because it's gonna take me months worth of work to get done, however once again, I'll need beta testers and they can get the game for free so stay tuned for my posts. I detail my idea more in this post.

[ruvastuon]

Writer Questionnaire Tag

Thanks for the tag @renasdoodles !

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I really don’t know honestly, there have been so many that I’ve been scared to touch for years at this point. I couldn't pin down a favorite though, my top favorites are all there for different reasons.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes? 

‘Are you a cat person or a dog person?’ This one always gets me conflicted because by all accounts I would say a cat person because I am far closer with them, but I also really like dogs. It’s a bit of a stupid question to keep thinking on, but it keeps popping back in my head at the most random times. 

What is your favorite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I love being able to write the stories that I want to read, sometimes I go back to a draft that I abandoned months ago and re-read it to find that I'm really interested in what happens next, and that's a really fun experience. 

What I don’t particularly enjoy is probably when I leave notes for myself to fill stuff in later and it really isn’t enough information to know what in the world I was intending to write. 

What is your greatest motivation to Write/create? 

When It comes down to it I really want to be able to reach a point where I can write the stories from my mind in a way that does them justice. I also want to be able to draw the things that are rattling around in my head.

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever heard or been given as a writer? 

First drafts aren’t meant to be perfect, you are just getting the ideas down on the page and setting the ground work for your story to start solidifying your next steps. I particularly struggle with this one since I want to have everything perfectly in place but for my writing style that just isn’t realistic. 

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Don’t be scared to ruin your stories, just write them. If you get to scared to even try working on something it will die in your mind forever unspoken and for me that is worse than failing because I gain almost nothing from the wasted creativity.  

What is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

Honestly, I’ve disappointingly only been able to finish a couple of fan fictions since I developed a really bad habit of abandoning story ideas out of fear for the results. I’m trying to get myself back on track but it’s just a bit of a task to keep myself in line. ;-; Sometimes I wonder if the writer part of my brain got switched with that of a hyperactive child. Of the Fan Fictions I've managed to post on Ao3 'A Bit of Clean Water' Fandom: Vampyr (Video Game) is short little story that I'm pretty happy with.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you particularly feel about their ideals? 

I won't mention the character but their mindset is that people are inherently weak short minded creatures that are incapable of governing themselves. No matter how great a thing they might make it can be devastated in the span of a generation because their will could not be inherited by their successor. The character believes that because of this people are inferior and do not deserve to stand at the top of the food chain.

I personally understand some of where he's coming from because it is pretty scary how easily something great can be destroyed by a bad successor no matter how great the founder might have been, but I feel like this character is a bit to critical of the race and extreme with his execution.

If you when you first started writing met you now, what would younger you think? 

Probably be a bit horrified at first, but the first story I wrote before I was ten ended with the main character dying in a car crash after someone cut her breaks for a petty reason, so I like to think that my younger self would at least somewhat understand where i'm coming from with my writing. As for my personality... That would probably be a much harder sell. (Younger me could barely play mobile games that had any community features, knowing that I put my writing out for people to see might give younger me a heart attack)

No pressure Tagging:

@kuebiko-writing @wyked-ao3 @creatrackers @davycoquette,

@somethingclevermahogony @laisley-writes @flurrysahin @zaynabameen,

+Open Tag

[diy-fire-water-pups]

@paw-patrol-mighty-asks

Alright let's go! This will be a totally OOC post (for those who don't know, it means "Out Of Character", it's a post made entirely by the mod of the blog instead of the characters in it).

I decided to do better than just asking people to go interact with your blog: As an ancient Tumblr dweller, experienced in running roleplays and askblogs, why don't I give some tips for everyone who's starting a new askblog or wants to start one?

1- Prepare your blog for your future followers!

You want people to look at your askblog and be interested. You want them to look at it and be like "Oh that's so cool, I'm gonna follow them and send some asks!" So, for that to happen, you gotta first make your blog look attractive! Pick colors that match your muse(s), maybe a nice looking theme too - while the Tumblr app doesn't show themes, Browser/desktop mode will show a blog theme if you install one. First you'll want to go to your blog settings to activate this:

Now for example, this is what this blog looks like on the Tumblr app (on my phone and on my laptop in dashboard view), on a mobile browser (my Samsung tablet) and on a desktop browser. I'll change this browser/desktop theme in the near future because I don't like the three columns thing making the posts too squeezed in, but let's just go with it for now:

There is a wide variety of free themes (by Tumblr and by other bloggers who create themes and offer them for other users) to install in your blog and customize to make it look unique, attractive and matching with your muse! It's very easy to install a theme, but you can only do so through a browser/desktop. The mobile app doesn't work with this, but it's important to set up your app view as well in the customize blog options on your app, since your blog will look different in each different viewing option XD No sense customizing one look and leaving the other unattended!

2- Choose your fighter(s)!

Select your muse or muses. Get some information about them. Some people will look at your blog and have no idea who are these characters, so why not make a nice short introduction? You can make an intro about them in a pinned post on top of your blog, or a more elaborated "About" page like this:

This will make things easier to catch the attention of people from outside your fandom too! Some roleplayers who are semi or very selective will only interact with other blogs whose muses have an about page, so they can know each others' muses.

3- Set up your rules!

Make a post to pin on top of your blog welcoming people and inviting them to interact. You'll also use this post to set up some rules for interaction (trust me, without rules things can/WILL go downhill really quickly). You can list down what people can and cannot do when sending asks, according to your muses and to yourself. For example, running an askblog with underage muses will demand for no NSFW content or asks. If your muse feels extremely uncomfortable with something in particular, you can add that to the rules for people to avoid touching the subject - same goes if YOU feel uncomfortable with something too. The idea is to keep your muse as true to the canon character as possible, so your followers will feel the magic of actually interacting with that character (think of this as if you're cosplaying at a con, but it's all online!), unless you're going to use your headcanons or if you're working with an AU, but you need to take your own well being into consideration as well!

And now, last but not least, the most controversial tip ever...

4- Send yourself (as anon) the first asks for your characters to answer!

"Wait, WHAT THE HELL, LARY?" you may ask me, "But isn't that CHEATING????"

No, it isn't! Let's see why.

So this is the situation: You just finished creating and preparing your blog, it's BRAND NEW. There's NOTHING in it when you start. It may have a nice theme already, it may look good, you got all pages for your muses prepared, you got the rules for interaction, everything is ready. BUT...

Without posts in it, more importantly, without PROPERLY TAGGED posts, your blog is as good as INVISIBLE.

You need posts with relevant tags, so your blog will show up on Tumblr search. No, it doesn't work for reblogged posts. When you post something, the tags you add to this post are the way for people to find your post (and your blog) when they're using Tumblr search engine. When you reblog a post from someone else, the tags you'll add will serve only for organizing your blog's archive and for the search WITHIN your blog, they will not make that post appear on the general Tumblr search.

This is why I always add certain tags to every ask the pups answer, let's take a look at one of them, shall we?

Here you find:

1- The username of the blogger who sent the ask. 2- A tag for the fandom. 3- A tag identifying this post has something that's not necessarily canon to the original media. 4- Tags with the names of the characters that show up or are mentioned in this post. 5- Tags of the fandom and the characters, because that's how people look for posts about them in the Tumblr search.

If you go on Tumblr search right now, input "Paw Patrol Headcanons", do the search and filter for "latest" instead of "top", you'll see A HELLA LONG RESULTS LIST of posts made by this blog and by my personal Paw Patrol blog (self-indulgent-paw-patrol). Heh, I wasn't joking when I said I'm currently feeding this fandom because trying to get other people to create content here is like beating a dead horse. This happens because I'm always tagging my headcanons and they'll show up in search results so my blog will appear for the people in the fandom.

This is how you get your blog to show up for people. Using the relevant tags for people to see your blog's posts in the results when they're looking up for something related to it.

SO YOU'LL WANT POSTS IN YOUR BLOG, PROPERLY TAGGED, FOR IT TO SHOW UP FOR MORE PEOPLE

That's where enters the "send yourself the first anon asks for your characters to answer" part. By sending some asks yourself, you'll get the chance to start fleshing out your muses, testing how you'll make things work, and have some content in your blog to show up in the search results for the fandom. People will come take a look at your blog, see what you got there, and decide if they'll give a follow, a like, maybe a reblog and ask stuff. If they find an empty blog, it's more likely they won't be interested in interacting.

You can also reblog an ask meme/game like this one, or this one. You can find these kind of ask game posts on Tumblr search too, or follow blogs like @rpsourcedmemes which focus on gathering these kinds of posts for people to find more easily and reblog to get some interaction with your muses! Sometimes people want to interact with your characters but they just don't know what to ask them, so these posts help with suggestions for that!

I think that's it for now. I hope you and other people will find this post useful to help starting your askblogs. It goes for canon characters AND for original characters too - just askblogs in general! Make them look attractive and interesting, get your muses ready, set up your rules, get some well tagged posts in it and you're off to a good start!

[wynn-ing]

hey hey i LOVE your OCs from What Remains, i doodle eti all of the time in my class notes. i was wondering if you had any more detailed descriptions for any of the characters like Violet and Kyra and Ghost that you haven't drawn any references for!! i want to doodle them all!!!!

!!! Thank you so much!! I'd love to see your doodles sometime if you want to show them, that makes me so happy! I do want to draw Ghost and Kyra at some point but I can absolutely give you some descriptions!! I'll pop them under a readmore so the post doesn't get too long <3

Violet:

Violet is a short woman with a streak of colour in her otherwise dark brown hair. Her skin is slightly tan, with a soft nose and thin brows. She gets freckles in summer, but not all of the time. She straightens her hair, which reaches just below her shoulderblades, although it's naturally more wavy, and her fringe is long and messy, even though she tries to keep it neat. The dyed streak used to be red but it's currently purple. She plans to go green next time. She has warm hazel eyes that are slightly more green than brown, but since her hair often falls in front of her eyes it can be a little hard to see.

When she wants to focus, she'll pull her hair up into a ponytail, and pin back her fringe, but she generally doesn't do that in front of other people because she's a little embarrassed about having a big forehead. (She does not have a particularly big forehead, she's just insecure).

She likes to wear simple, understated clothes. She doesn't like to stand out too much, but she still wants to look good, so she sticks to classics that look good on anyone. She wears skirts and trousers in equal measure, but generally has to wear mid-length skirts if she does go for those, because it reduces the risk of comedic wardrobe malfunctions. She's a comfort over all else kinda gal, so while she does like to dress up sometimes, usually she'll be showing up with a biiig comfortable jumper, whatever trousers are most weather appropriate, and sensible trainers.

She's a little bit pear shaped, with a soft, fairly round face and a sweet smile. She doesn't wear makeup usually, but sometimes will if she's going out with friends.

Ghost:

Ghost is a concerningly pale young man with a willowy body shape and a slightly greyish complexion. His face is thin and his eyes are a little downturned, giving him a permanently slightly sad look. His hair is stark white, and falls to just below his shoulders in a loose cut that's reminiscent of a page boy. He's gangly, but somehow elegant.

He has fairly long lashes, and his neutral expression looks very faraway, as if he's stuck in a permanent daydream that isn't particularly pleasant. I haven't decided an exact height for him, but he's on the slightly taller side, although not so much that it's noteworthy. His eyes are grey, completely devoid of colour. Even when he blushes, somehow it barely brings even a hint of red to his cheeks. His lips are thin and his nose is fairly straight. His skin is completely unscarred, except from the small slash Pasha gave him on his arm, and a slim medical scar just below one pectoral (not top surgery scars I'm sorry this is smth else)

He wears slim black trousers. Before coming to the Order, he wore a stark white corporate shirt and black, shiny office worker shoes that hurt his feet. Since coming to the Order, he's been given a warm green top with a lower neckline that doesn't suffocate him, and solid leather boots that he can wear all day without worry. He still wears the same trousers, though, because he doesn't like baggier trousers and tailoring new trousers would take time.

Kyra:

Kyra is a tall, muscular woman with exhausted but sharp eyes, long, silky but thick black hair tied in a neat ponytail, and a serious case of resting bitch face. Her skin is a fairly light brown, and her eyes are dark. Her nose is straight and her brows are thick but carefully sculpted. She doesn't wear makeup, but she does take very precise care of her hair, brows etc. she has a mole on her left cheek and a smaller beauty mark right next to it.

Her body is top-heavy, with wide shoulders and a fairly large chest, although it's mostly muscle if I'm entirely honest. She also wears well-fitting black trousers, but unlike Ghost she doesn't pair them with a baggy shirt, instead wearing athletic clothes under her protective vest and black jacket. She wears heavy, steel-toed boots and knee-high socks with garters, with a spare knife slipped into the strap of each one. She openly carries her weapons, but if she has to pretend she has none, she'll use a cello case or similar to disguise them.

She has a fair few scars, the newest being the scratch across her face that Leonore left. If she's up against a more dangerous enemy, she'll often tie her hair into a bun instead of a ponytail, so it's harder to grab, but she hates doing that, because growing out her hair took FOREVER and it's all the way down to her butt. When fighting Leonore, she doesn't bother. Not because she doesn't think Leonore will grab it, but because she knows that if she lets her get close enough to do that, she's in trouble whether her hair is tied up or not. She'll have bigger fish to fry.

(Also fun fact; when she was dating Mal, her hair was only halfway down her back, and she desperately wanted it to be longer. Mal wants to tell her she's proud of her for getting her hair so long like she wanted it to be, but the timing hasn't come up)

Hope that helps!! Lmk if you have any specific questions! <3 and thank you so much, I'm so glad you like my lil guys!!