#mojoring

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Dream date is to go to Spooky Island

[just-a-little-unionoid]

SPOILERS HAZBIN HOTEL

you know, I think we really need to talk about this

like, I can't be the only person who thinks there is at least one or two big informations hiden there???

idk what exactly but it just feels like it, come on y'all I know we can make theories out of this

[psychicsharkbagelsports]

Dino AU+Metro 2033 and Dino AU+S.T.A.L.K.E.R

[bornetoblood]

finally watching game of thrones and my only thought is how well the house sigials translate into fursonas just saying.

[ninjasmudge]

quick reminder about this, and also to double check you are adding the filtered tags the the 'filter tags' section, not the 'filter content' section if you dont want to see any spoilers

and as always, reminder to everyone else posting to please tag your spoilers. if everyone who doesnt want to see them blacklists, and everyone who posts them tags correctly, there should be no problems

hello im going to ruin everything again (post screenshots) but im going to tag everything with ‘lmk spoilers’ ‘lego monkie kid spoilers’ and ‘lmk s4 spoilers’ same as last time, so please block one or all of those tags if you dont want to see anything

[jamespotterismydaddy]

A Proper Lesson

teacher!daemon x student!reader

A/N: This was a request for a fic similar to short skirts and lacy panties just changed up a bit. This is the version for people who prefer reader fics, the rhae x daemon version is here!

TW: MOJOR DUBCON, SMUT!!, choking, lots of spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, throat fucking

word count: 1,488 words

It’s filthy, the way he thinks about you, the way he looks at you. It’s a small class, Valyrian History 101, you are always right front in centre. Daemon can hardly understand why. The brat never pays attention, but is perhaps looking for it? It could be why you never turn assignments in on time or why you spend more time putting on lipgloss rather than completing you homework. You're just a little spoiled rich girl and he knows it. Daemon knows your father and it makes him realize how you gets away with everything, but he won’t let your behaviour slide any longer.

“Miss (l/n), you will stay after class.” Daemon calls out to you as the other students file out.

“Is there a problem, professor?” You asksinnocently. 

He wants to say that the fact that he can see your nipples through your top is a problem. Instead he says, “Your assignment was meant to be turned in at the start of class.”

“I need an extension.”

“I hardly believe that.”

“My father donates a lot of money to this school.”

Daemon sighs and decides that he will at least give her one last chance. Your father is an old friend after all. “You have until tomorrow morning.”

“I need a three day extension.” You give him a condescending little smirk.

“It will be turned in tomorrow before class begins or you will have real consequences.” He says seriously.

“I’m sure I will.” You smirk before flouncing out of the room without a care in the world.

The next day, nothing is turned in before the start of class and you walk in without placing a physical copy on his desk. You're dressed even sluttier today, tits poking through the dress that barely covers your ass. He’s infuriated by it, by you.

“Miss (l/n), I need to see you after class… again.” He doesn’t make his anger as clear on his face. He wants you to feel nervous. When all the other students are gone, he locks the door. “Where’s your paper?”

“It’ll be ready Thursday.”

“I said you had to have it in today.”

“And I said it would be ready on Thursday.” you smooth out the ruffles on your dress before checking your nails. “Can I go now?” You ask in a bored tone.

“Can you go now?” He scoffs at the question. “Bend over the fucking desk.” His voice is cold, authoritative. 

“Excuse me?” You say with the audacity to look insulted.

“Oh fuck this. You’ll never listen.” He walks over quickly and grabs your arm, pulling you to the desk. 

“W-What in the seven hells are you doing!” You screech before letting out a huff as you're forced over the desk. Daemon reaches into his bag for the thing he knew he would probably need, handcuffs. Only fun ones but you'll hardly be able to break them.

“Shut up before I gag you.” He warns as he cuffs your wrists behind your back.

“I’ll scream if you don’t let me go right now!”

Daemon sighs before taking off his tie and tying it around your mouth to gag you. He keeps one hand on your upper back as he lifts your skirt. 

“No underwear? I bet half the school has seen your bare cunt today with how short this fucking dress is.” He runs his fingers through your folds. Not quite wet yet.

He uses his free hand to pull off his belt. He chuckles at how your eyes widen in fear. Does she think i'm going to fuck her? Poor dumb girl. It’ll be much worse than that. He folds the belt in half and lifts it high in the air before bringing it down hard on your ass. You yelp through the gag but aren't even close to being loud enough for somebody to hear you. He spanks you again with the belt, enjoying the red stripe it leaves on your cheeks. He won’t be stopping until your whole ass is red. He spanks you again, and again, until your yelps turn to moans. Daemon knew you would like this treatment. Such a little brat needs to be put into her place.

“If you scream, i’ll make you do more than regret it.” He warns as he pulls off the gag. You look back at him with tears glistening in your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, sir.” You say softly.

“Are you?” He smacks you hard with the belt and you arch your back. “Don’t you think you deserve this?” You take too long to respond and he belts you again. Your poor bum is crimson now, but the slickness between your thighs tells him you needed it. “Answer me.”

“I do! I do deserve it.” He chuckles and tosses the belt on the table. He uses his hand to give you a few more harsh smacks. You whimper at each one.

He pulls you by your hair back up to your feet. “Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are.”

You obey quickly, practically falling to your knees in front of him. Daemon pulls his own cock out because you're still cuffed and puts it to your lips. You suck like your life depends on it. And Daemon can’t help but think that the whore clearly likes having a cock in her mouth. He grips the back of your hair and starts fucking your mouth ruthlessly. He enjoys how the tears start to fall from your eyes as you gag around him.

“You’re going to swallow everything I give you, princess.” He commands before spilling on your tongue. You nearly choke on it but swallow everything.

He pulls you up by your hair again and slaps your ass hard before pushing you back on the table.

“W-Wait, i’m a virgin.” You breathe out.

“If you don’t want it then get up and get out.” He gives you a few seconds and you don't move so Daemon shoves his cock into your tight cunt. You nearly scream but he grips you around your throat so it’s barely more than a squeak. “Keep your voice down, baby. That’s my good girl.” He says as he begins to pound himself into you.

He brings his free hand down to pinch your clit while the hand around your throat prevents you from making any noises. When you finally calm down enough to be quiet, he lets go of your neck so he can use both hands to push your legs down into a mating press. You let out a squeak at the new position. He hits her deeper and deeper with each thrust. 

“Fuck your pussy is so tight but I think i’ll be cumming in that ass.”

“No you can’t!” You squeal out as he pulls out. You begin to squirm so he flips you onto your tummy.

“I can fuck whatever hole I want.” 

He spanks your thighs a few times to punish you for complaining but it doesn’t stop your squirming so he just rolls his eyes and rubs some of your slick over your puckered hole. He slips a finger in to begin stretching you out as you kick your feet and whine.

“Fine, you don’t want to be prepped? Then I won’t prep you.” You're lucky you are all lubed up because Daemon shoves his thick cock right into your ass, bottoming out right away.

“Ahh, ahh.” You whimper as he thrusts into you. You hate how quickly the pain fades into pleasure as he distracts you by rubbing your clit.

“There you go. Just had to get it in and now you’re a happy girl.” He coos as he fucks into you deeper.

“I-m gonna… cu-m.” You manage to get out as he rubs you faster.

“I know you are, baby. Cum for me and i’ll fill up that ass.” 

That triggers you instantly as you reach your peak, squeezing around nothing. Daemon thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you once again. He pulls out only seconds later, starting to fix himself right away.

“I have another class starting in less than 10 minutes.” He uncuffs you but you can barely stand. “You need to leave.”

You straighten out your dress but you have nothing to wipe the cum from between your legs. “But I need-” You start.

“Panties? Maybe you should have worn them instead of choosing to be a little slut. Get to your next class. Let’s see if you can go the whole day keeping my cum in your ass.” He says before giving you a wolfish grin. “And if your paper isn’t in tomorrow, you’re getting a paddling along with another dose of the belt.”

You gulp and nod before picking up your things. Daemon gets the door for you and you nearly stumble out of the room as he sends you off with one more smack on the ass.

A/N: just changed every 'she' to 'you'. never doing that shit again

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[luke-hughes43]

terrible teammate | luke and mel

mel gets back after a particularly tough roadtrip to penn state where she wounds up on crutches with a sprained ankle, to a bunch of hateful messages from her softball teammates wanting to have a team meeting in the locker room only to bully and berate for never being around.

~

mel's pov

we get off the plane after penn state and I'm wiped out. I ended up with an ankle sprain during the second game after splitting the series. I turn my phone back on to a bunch of messages from Lauren, Audrey, Alex, and then the softball group chat. I obviously look at lauren's first:

lo grant💜: hey, as you soon as you land and see this, come to the locker room. the girls wanna talk.

then audrey's, then Alex.

audrey leclair🩶: I'm sorry for the shit storm you're about to walk into. especially after getting banged up this weekend, but come to the locker room when you get back.

alex storako🤍: I did my best to stop this but I couldn't. this is not going to go well for you but I need to come to the locker room. be prepared for this to get ugly, and I'm so sorry in advance.

I hobble my way down to the locker room like I was asked, but I'm confused and unsure of what to expect. I see the whole team waiting for me when I finally get down there, and most of them roll their eyes at me on crutches.

I sit between lauren and audrey and I ask, "what's up?"

alex takes a deep breath and says, "so there's been some conversation amongst the team, and a mojority of them are upset that you aren't around much and how you aren't as committed as the rest of us."

one of my teammates, lexi, says, "alex is being nice because she's the captain and lies you but we're sick of your flakey behavior and how you're never here with the team. like you are never morning lift, you're the last one to practice when you bother showing up, and when you are here you never talk to us or interact with the team besides lauren audrey and alex. and you're the first one to leave when practice ends. we're sick of feeling like you aren't as committed as the rest of us."

ellie asks, "why are you never here and where are you when you aren't? we feel like we deserve to know."

"if you feel so inclined to know, I'm either at the rink for hockey or I'm at the library doing homework to stay eligible."

"the point is here is why are you at the library instead of here." Sarah snaps. I take a deep breath and explain, “well, coach gave me thursdays and fridays off for the fall because of games and I have hockey practice at 4:30 on thursdays so she told me not to worry about it. So I’ll go to the library and get some homework done.”

“and lift?”

“I go to hockey during the week and softball on the weekend. that’s changing next semester.”

“how come you cancelled your bullpen session with lauren earlier this week then?”

“how did you even know about that?”

“who do you think she called to go to the cages with her when you cancelled?”

“hang on, I never said I was mad about her cancelling. I was fine with it because I knew why so I didn’t care.”

“and why did you cancel mel?”

“because the trainers told me to take it easy this week. after getting hurt last weekend, they wanted me to take it easy so both of the trainers advised me on canceling and coach was ok with it.”

“excuses, excuses.”

"this is exactly the point we're making here. you're never around and you're just making excuses for why you aren't. you're acting like you don't wanna be on the team. and we're over it."

I roll my eyes and say with an attitude, "if I didn't wanna be on the team, I never would've committed to play hockey and softball and never have any time to myself or my boyfriend. if I didn't wanna be here, I wouldn't have voluntarily had every ounce of free time and a normal college athlete experience taken away from me. I'm playing 2 sports, studying 2 different majors while possible graduating early, I have a boyfriend, and there's only 24 hours in a day. I get 5 hours of sleep every night and I barely eat because I don't have time. so sue me for the coaches looking out for my physical well being because it's obvious none of you are."

"all of that aside, why do you chose hockey over us?" sarah bluntly asks. I chuckle to myself, "you really don't wanna know the answer to that."

lexi says back rudely, "she wouldn't have asked if we didn't wanna know. why are we second to the hockey team?"

"because most of you don't fucking like me. or even pretend like you do. I have all of 30 minutes to myself everyday and that time is spent in the shower every night. if I have to chose between a group of people who seem me for me as a person and not an athlete or a group of people who don't even know what state I'm from, I'm gonna pick the people who see me for me. I don't have the time in my day to deal with people who don't even have the ability to pretend they like me to my face."

"well we don't feel like you given us the chance to get to know you."

"I've given you plenty of chances. you guys don't bother to talk me during practice, let alone out of practice. the phone works both ways and you guys always know where I am. i've tried but you guys aren't."

"you aren't even listening to us mel. you're just making excuses."

"I apologize that I’m a little spaced out because I have a sprained ankle, a headache from not sleeping in 3 days and my teammates are yelling at me for being a bad teammate when they haven’t fucking treated me like a part of this team in the first place.”

"and you getting hurt all the time at hockey doesn't help our team here. because when you're hurt, you aren't here and it effects team chemistry and team performance. on top of you being hurt so much that you can't fucking practice you're own stuff to get better and help the team. from our eyes, it's all about mel and not the team."

"yea well this isn't the only team I play for. it hurts hockey just as much if not more when I get hurt. you think I don't feel guilty about getting hurt? you think I didn't hate myself for getting hurt senior year of high school and watching my team fall short of winning a championship while I was sidelined and then watching the Leo of my life get drafted to the NHL knowing that I should've been getting drafted with him? you think my getting hurt doesn't just effect softball but also hockey an my mental health? you know what, I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you guys call me a bad teammate and not committed when you don't even know the half of what I deal with everyday nor have you made me feel included. I have homework to do." I say and storm out.

I stop when I get out of the building and call Johnny. he answers not he 3rd ring, "what's up moynihan?"

"if I asked you to come pick up, would you do it without telling pat or Luke?" I say choking back tears. I hear him doing around on the other side of the phone and he says, "yea, where are you?"

"softball building. I don't think I can make it back to my dorm safely on crutches with the ice."

"don't even worry about it. I'll be there in 5." he says and hangs up. and 5 minutes later he's there just like he said he would be. he gets out and helps me in his car, "do you wanna talk about it?"

"the softball team hates me. like actually hates me and is blaming me being iced out on my own behavior. like I don't know what I did to make them hate but I wanna fix it. I want with them what I have with the hockey team. but they are trying to call me uncommitted."

"you are the most committed person I know. you'd die before quitting on something that you started." Johnny says patting my shoulder as he drives me to luke's dorm. I smile, "thanks beech. I just wish I could get them to see that. I don't even know how to explain it to Luke."

"you don't have to if you don't want to. it's your business and if anyone is gonna understand that, it's Luke. just don't lie to him."

"I've tried lying to him about being hurt, it doesn't work. but I won't, I promise. I'm just not really ready to talk about it. do you think he'll be mad that I talked to you about it instead of him?"

he shakes his head as he parks in front of luke's building, "no. he knows that I'm the closest thing you have to a big brother here in michigan and he gets that. and I know not to tell pat, and that if you want him to know then you'll tell him. everything you say to me, always stays between us unless I think you're in danger. you know that."

I nod, "thanks for listening. and picking me up. I'll let you know how things go." he smiles and helps me out again before I turn around seeing Luke in the doorway. me and beech fist bump before I hobble off to my boyfriend and give him a hug. he holds me tight and asks, "are you ok baby?"

"not really but I don't really wanna talk about it. can we just cuddle while I ice my ankle and do homework?"

"whatever you want mel. always." Luke says while kissing my head.

we get to his dorm room and we just cuddle together all night while I work on some of my assignments. and naturally I fall asleep in the middle of one of my assignments while Luke uses me as a pillow.

~

let me know your thoughts and if you want more of the angst!

[shyieko]

Here’s a little before and after of one of my favorite pieces so far. I first made it in 2019 but, despite loving the drawing, I HATED the painting. Funny story short, I had to make a showreel for my major and I didnt have any piece that I was proud of so I decided to repaint this one. Even though it is not as perfect as I’d like, I still feel like it was a mojor upgrade. What do you think? 2024 version on the way? (JK (unless))

[imitationgame77]

Musings on "(Faked/Temporary/Apparent) Death of A Significant Other" in Fiction

[Mentions contents from Network Effect (The Murderbot Diaries), Sherlock Holmes, BBC Sherlock, and House, M.D. (Season 8), Good Omens. So, potential spoiler]

Losing someone you love is probably the most traumatising experience that can change you forever. In "Life Change Index" by Holmes and Rahe which gives a score (max=100) that indicates how much stress a mojor/minor change in life causes. Since even potentially good change, like starting a new jow, can cause some stress, it includes both positive and negative life changes. But "Death of a Close Friend (37)", "Death of Close Family Member (63)" have high levels of stress, with "Death of Spouse" comes to the top with 100 points.

It is also stressful to experience loss vicariously through books, dramas, and films. Even when they are fictional. When it comes to a temporary loss, however, it is a different matter altogether, I think. I may go as far as to say we actively love it. Pain of loss, anguish, followed by joy of reuniting with the loved one - which we probably do not get to experience (even vicariously) in real life.

The most classic example of "turned out to be actually alive!" is, Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. Holmes leaves a farewell letter to Watson, with forensic? traces indicating he fell into the Reichenbach Falls with Moriarty. Watson being a Victorian gent, he does not describe how he fell to pieces. But when Holmes dramatically re-emerges 3 years later, Watson promptly faints. Then

Watson is delighted! He does not seem to mind that Holmes had led him to believe that Holmes was dead for 3 years, without a single note to say otherwise.

In BBC Sherlock, John Watson living in the 21st century was not so stoic in his response. At Sherlock's "death", John first fell to pieces, requiring him to go to see a therapist where he admits that Sherlock was his best friend. When Sherlock reappears with awkward cheerfulness, John punches him in the face after recovering from the initial shock. And stays very angry for a while, feeling betrayed by having been left to grieve for so long (2 years).

In House M.D., which is basically a medical drama version of Sherlock Holmes, with his best friend James Wilson, House also fakes his death. At his funeral, everybody tries to say something nice about House, but Wilson, angry with grief, calls him arrogant, accuses him for never caring for his friends. Then, gets a text message from House, "SHUT UP YOU IDIOT". House had to go to jail over petty crime for 6 months, when Wilson had only 5 months to live due to cancer. House sacrificed the rest of his career to spend the rest of Wilson's life together.

In Good Omens (Netflix version), when Aziraphale got inconveniently disincorporated, Crowley falls to pieces. Giving up on the idea of running away from Armageddon, he tries to drown his sorrow with drinks. When Aziraphale manages to find him there, Crowley immediately notices and gets delighted, even though Aziraphale was still without body and invisible.

~~~~~

The point I think I am getting to here is that "apparent death of a character, followed by a sort of resurrection" seems to be done in fictional creations when the said temporarily-deceased-one has a significant other that would take us (reader/audience) through anguish, followed by almost painful joy.

Thus, it makes sense to me that in Network Effect, it is Perihelion (aka ART) that would make the protagonist Murderbot go through grief by its apparent death. (Well, it was a death, for a while.) Obviously, MB would be devastated if it lost any of its humans. It cares for the PreservationAux colleagues deeply. But in addition to the fact that it would be a lot harder to resurrect a human (augumented or not) in a story later, it had to be ART, because as the author herself said in her interview, it is probably 'the love of Murderbot's life'.

It is noteworthy to say that MB itself did not give name to its emotional experience, because it probably did not know except that it was a very strong, very negative emotions. Its instant hatred towards those who killed ART and subsequent crippling grief become apparent to the readers through what Amena notices. Its pain is strong and raw, so much that even when MB is simply saying, Ugh, emotions, we feel its grief. And when finally we get to the part with:

All the lights in the control area went dark, then blinked back to life. Simultaneously all the display surfaces around me flickered, went to blank, then flashed reinitialization graphics.

And ART's feed filled the ship. In the pleasant neutral voice that systems use to address humans, it whispered, Reload in progress. Please stand by.

[ ..... ]

Then ART's voice, ART's real voice, filled the feed. It said, Drop the weapon.

Relief and joy we experience is almost heart-skippingly painful. Even though MB's response is more BBC Sherlock's John than the original John Watson, we know how much it must mean to MB. I re-listened/re-read that part at least 10 times.

It is also worth noting that ART also seems to love "pain of loss followed by joy of reunion/resurrection". In Artificial Condition, when a major character died in Worldhoppers, MB had to pause seven minutes while ART sat there in the feed doing the bot equivalent of staring at a wall, pretending that it had to run diagnostics. Then when the character came back to life 4 episodes later, ART was so relieved that they had to watch that episode 3 times before going on!

After long ramblings, my conclusion is, temporaly death of a significant character in fiction is good. More significant the character to the character we can emphasize with, the more painful the loss, and more delightful the reunion. John Watson is the love of Sherlock Holmes's life. Aziraphale is Crowley's. ART is Murderbot's.

[demonboi96]

Fanfic Idea: trapped in a dating sim

Turns out Leon has more deepseated resentment and hatred for the game then he realised. During the duel Leo ends up just going off on the prince and his posse. Calling out every character flaw, every thing he hates about the prince. However he is appently very charasmatic when he is speaking so passionatly. Even more so when the resentment resonates with so many in the audience. After all how can the average male student not agree with Leon when he calls out the fact every other guy her is also going to have to marry a woman they don't want to but at least the princes was beautiful and kind to him, something the majority of the men would kill for. During his rant he calls into question the princes ability to rule and how easily he is to be decieved and used because obviously Marie is doing just that (even if to some of the students they are just now realizing that or never realized it to begin with) and states whith how julius is acting now, he will undoubtly cause a war whether with a foriegn nation or a civil one.

This has some consquences. First and formost, because he is too busy ranting he never runs his mouth about betting on himself so no one really realises he took all their money, a mojority of the males rally behind him, he gains the redgraves respect and the majotity of the womens ire because he would undoubtly call the majority of the woman nobles names and call them out on their shitty behaviour. This also has the students actually looking at the actions of the prince and marie.

[ringlingsmith]

Update Universe!sans Info

Character by - Ringling B. Smith

[superdogbiter]

Feel free to say what your siblings are like to you,how many you have etc,etc

[quidfree]

Heya, It's long overdue but i finally got myself to write you an ask.

First of all, I immensly enjoy your story writing skills. I think I've read your every bnha, tsh and ready or not fic out there and (I suppose) most of the prompts here. yeah. I'm big time obsessed. I think your fics were a mojor influence in encouraging me to also finally read tsh.

Second of all, I most sincerely adore your blogging style. I don't really use tumblr and i only log in once in a while to check what you've been up to and i always have a great time.

Third of all, I'm a big fan of your literature (letterboxd movie ones also) opinions (which falls back to the "enjoying your style of blogging" category but i find that it deserves its own point), they're always so immersing and educated, I also quite enjoy when I don't really agree with some of them.

And lastly, Have you perhaps read or are interested in reading "The Doll" by Boleslaw Prus? I think you could really like it.

Love, Chem

hello chem! thank you very much for this lovely ask. i'm glad you enjoy my writing (and that it has gotten you into tsh as well, donna tartt should start paying me royalties for the free advertisment).

it's so ?! sweet of you to come check in on my takes, i don't often get people saying they enjoy my tumblr/letterboxd/etc output as well haha! i don't know how educated my opinions are on all these subjects but i'm glad they're fun to read.

i have not read 'the doll' but i have added it to my reading list. i love a character-heavy, setting-imbued story, especially when it's from a literature i don't have much experience reading.

[knoxx-e]

Making a profile is the most difficult thing I've ever done, ever, point blank. I decide to look at other profiles on a site to decide what the mojority of people have and kinda go from there cause most sites are just like that.

Tumblr is not one of those places. I am not safe here.

I'm scrolling just taking a quick check at what profile pictures people have and a decent few are pretty chill, normal pictures and then next thing I know I'm staring at peter griffin from Family Guy kissing his dog..? I've seen some weird pfp's but man... chillax

don't even get me started on peoples usernames, I do not want to talk about it

[babydollmarauders]

I’ve learned not to look through who the guys follow. It makes me insecure sometimes because a mojority of those girls are blonde, big boobs and ass, and super skinny. And people have told me before that I should be happy because I’m blonde and I’m skinny but I’ve struggled before with comparing myself to the insta models because yeah I’m skinny an in good shape but they have such a different body type then me. I’m more built like an athlete and they are all the flat stomach and small waist

i completely get that! i’ve been told multiple times “oh you’re blonde with big boobs so you’re already their target demographic” and i’m like…. i’m not though?

i struggle a lot with insecurities so i completely understand you! that’s why i refuse to look through any of their followings again, because the one time it did, it made me really insecure and i went into a funk (i wouldn’t necessarily call it depression) for a few days

[apileofwizardbooks]

@mojorous

in the club freakin it in a sensitive style