#no matter if i block the tags or the users or even report them if its bad enough

[kyra45]

Mural commission scams/Commission scams

(Mural commission scams/Commission scams)

If you are an artist who regularly posts art to tumblr, you may have received DMs/replies from accounts who are either asking to use your art in a mural because a client wants it or a message asking you if you take commissions (even if you have a post that would answer that question) before requesting you to draw their pet/family member.

These are actually known as scam messages/asks and were originally mainly spotted on deviantART/Twitter (X), Instagram, etc. You get these if you use certain tags as these mainly blank blogs are usually watching them for new artists to target and con money (or time) out of. These are never real people wanting art from you and are always scammers who have no interest in paying you for your hard work.

One of the most common things is that they will never look at your commission sheet or read your TOS, and will avoid answering any specific questions you may have since they’re not here to talk. Their talking is just trying to flatter you (claiming they love your art) and to make you think you’ll be getting a lot of money for little work. Unfortunately, these blogs do not want to pay you and they will not give you the funds no matter how much it is.

These kind of scammers will ask for your email and then send you a fake PayPal email claiming they sent you money but there was a problem and you need to ‘upgrade’ your account to receive the funds. This email is not officially sent by PayPal and is made to scare you into thinking something has went wrong. Do not worry. It is not a real PayPal email. It is a fake one.

Keep in mind these scam blogs will not use the payment methods you already offer. Their task is getting your email then trying to get your personal information.

If someone’s offering to pay you $300+ for a simple drawing of a generic dog took off Google images, be wary of the account and ask them questions first. If you feel like something is off, cut contact and report them immediately before blocking them.

If you drew the art anyway, just edit the drawing to have a block of text saying the commissioner was a scammer and then advertise your commissions!

Always have a clear Terms of Service around payment options and do not let high payments trick you into drawing for scammers.

I am post this with the art tag as it relates to art and the current situation of artists over here now getting the same scam messages that deviantART users get. Please share this post to your art friends.

[mufos-photo-album]

Because this blog is my most popular blog, I figure I should write about a phenomenon I've been noticing here.

As a part of a fun little experiment, I want you to go into the #digital art tag right now and sort the posts by latest. Find any post with less than 10 notes and check the notes, specifically the replies. If there is a reply, how many have something written like this?

All of these examples are on different posts in the digital art tag, and I bet if I kept scrolling I could find even more of them. In my experience, these kinds of bots have always left a reply minutes after I've posted something tagged #digital art (though they may also target other tags as well), and have never interacted with me or my posts in the past. The contents of these bot blogs are also very similar. They are rarely left blank, though what posts they do have may be sparse compared to an actual Tumblr user.

Given the scale of how often these guys post, it should be giving red flags that this is a bot operation, but I decided to take it a step further and message one of these bots. I had to do so through my main blog since sideblogs can't send messages without being approached first, but the fact that I post 0 art to my main blog these days probably doesn't matter to these guys.

The events that transpired are almost identical to a commission scam (explanatory post 1, explanatory post 2). The warning signs, if you don't wanna read the screenshots, were as follows:

Asked me to draw what was presumably their pet

Offered me a very high amount of money

Immediately wanted to use Paypal and tried to nab both a Paypal email and name

Very vague and open statements about what they wanted for their piece

If you get the gist and aren't interested in the screenshots below the cut: basically if you see these bots, please report and block them.

The email and name I supplied are fake names (and I also make artwork for all genders, I was just looking for a way out). Regardless, at this point I checked the contents of the bogus email address and lo and behold, someone tried to send me payment.

The bogus email I sent isn't actually attached to a Paypal account, so I suspect that's the reason why it's having a problem. Regardless, the scammer tried to resolve the issue with me, but I also didn't want to do this anymore. So I spammed them with a bunch of dickbutts until they blocked me.

Once again, if you see comments like these, look into the account and use your discretion to report and block them. You could also waste their time, like I did, though it's not really worth it unless you wanna see what the process of being scammed is like.

[i-ate-a-purse]

Hi!!! Just dropping by to warn you guys not to buy this user’s adopts!!! (Please reblog so others can see!!)

I’ve been seeing them a lot in the cookierun tags. Their username is “milkycreampiggy” and it’s honestly really shitty what they’re doing

They’ve been stealing other people’s ocs (original owner is “marshii_marshii” on Twitter)

Stealing other people’s adopts (original owner is “didy414” on Instagram)

They even sold an Ai generated cookie made BY SOMEONE ELSE?? (Not sure who made it but I literally found it in a Pinterest board with other ai cookies 😭)

In short, don’t buy any of the adopts made my “milkycreampiggy” on tumblr, because they are all stolen from other artists (which you should go support instead)

I heavily suggest blocking/reporting them!

*Update: Seems like they deleted all their cookierun posts, but the others are most likely stolen too. Please don’t harass them btw! Simply block/report and educate others on the matter so nobody else gets fooled*

**Second Update: @vnillatree posted more detailed links to every oc! Pls go take a look!

**

[dervampireprince]

Mine and other ASMR creators work is being stolen and put on Spotify as 'podcasts' without our consent!

There is a 'podcast' (actually, 'podcasts' plural but we'll get there) on Spotify called "Boyfriend audios and more!! by a user called Imagine. They admit the content they are posting is not made by them, but that does not matter. Reposting is not okay, even if you credit the creator, unless you have creator's consent. It's still stealing even though they gave credit to the creators, we did not give permission for our work to be put on Spotify. But this person did not ask anyone for permission before doing this. And as it's on Spotify it's likely it is monetized (I'm not sure if it's possible to have un-monetized content on Spotify) meaning this person is possibly making money off reposting our work. Even if they are not making money this is still not okay and it's still stealing our work. There are so many creators who's work has been stolen from larger accounts with hundreds of thousands of subscribers to accounts that have a couple hundred subscribers. The 'podcast' started posting on April 7th 2023 and updated as recently as yesterday (October 24th 2023). Plenty of creators offer downloads of their work on Patreon, or you could get Youtube Premium if you want to listen to them offline, you don't need to go to unauthorised Spotify reposts. And plenty of audio creators upload their work to Spotify themselves anyway! I've seen people's work reposted on Spotify that already uploaded the work to Spotify themselves anyway. The 'podcast' currently has 378 ratings (people who have decided to rate it out of 5 stars) so people know it's there and are listening to it.

[ID: My uploads of my 'visiting king' royalty roleplay series of audios on Youtube that I created, improvised, voice acted, recorded, and posted to my own Youtube channel dervampireprince.]

[ID: Reposts of my audios on Spotify that I did not give permission to be put on Spotify.]

I want to credit and thank Vincent VNNZ Vogel for finding this playlist and making me aware of it. Please go and share his tweet, and any other creator's quote-retweets of this situation. Please tag or make other creators you know or follow aware of this situation so we can hopefully either all report this or at least make people aware that this isn't okay. I found a report form on Spotify but I'm scared to fill it out as it talks about consulting with an attorney.

This is a list (as of today's date) of all the creators who's work has been stolen and put on this 'podcast'. Please go and support them on their own Youtube channels and do not listen to them on Spotify (or any other platform) unless they have uploaded the work there themselves: Sundew Audios, Joemama ASMR, sleepingzzz, A Warm Coffee Mug, cubby wubby, SunnyAudios, untitled whispers, Ubel Loss Ch, Redacted Audio, Girl in Dungarees, Mystric Mommy, Styxasmr, Eggsmr, Yuurivoice, Moonlight Haven, Nora ASMR, Ice cold audios, Goodboyaudios, Prince Kairo, Seth VA, LineChu ASMR, Icey ASMR, Wolf Audios, ShayBay, TeaDrop_Writes, Isagani VA, CardlinAudio, Phasmid ASMR, AzeruOfficial, JustBLASMR, SuruASMR, Asmodeus Audios, Man of Culture ASMR, TheSHyOne VA, Dream Boyfriend, OLIV3R ASMR, Akolmfi, YourgirlfriendASMR, ZSakuVA, DÆva Celestial, Moonlight Audio, Mallum Audio, Afterglow ASMR, Miss Cherri VA, izumi audio, Lilac ASMR, Mykie's voice, Vincent VNNZ Vogel, Jae ASMR, Poptart, HyperHedgehog, Sooshy VA, Ramble King ASMR, WhispurrAudio, Lamian Audio, Garr's Enclave, Dark and Twisted Whisper, GigixHunter, Cloudy Girl ASMR, Nept Audios, dervampireprince, adingGENESIS, Pie Crust Audios, Reality Dreams Audio, Green Leaf Audios ASMR. I haven't tagged them all here because I don't want to come across as spamming them, especially if they've already been tagged on Twitter, and it probably sounds stupid but most of them are bigger creators than me and I don't want to bother them. I also think Youtube might not like it if I tag a block of loads of different accounts all at once, I think that'll make Youtube think I'm a spam bot. But please do go and check out their channels by searching for them!

I feel sick. I'm shaking. I've had my art, as in artwork I draw and sell on Etsy, stolen any times and this year has been the worst. For those not following me elsewhere my Baldur's Gate 3 fanart got stolen and is being resold on t-shirts on Etsy, AliExpress, RedBubble and maybe more platforms. I taken one down and four more pop up. And that's far from the first time my drawings have been stolen. But I never expected my audios to get stolen like this. I have notices everywhere that I do not allow reposting, reuploading, or editing of my content. Though someone shouldn't need to have those things written down, it's common sense and basic human decency to not steal and repost other people's creations without their consent, whether you are monetising it or not.

I don't know what steps to take here. I hope Spotify takes this stuff down if enough of us report it. But the only people who can report it are the creators themselves. I don't have many connections or reach within the ASMR/VA community, but I hope other creators see this post, or other's posts about this situation, and are able to report and take down this content off Spotify.

As I'm writing this I decided to open the playlist up on the mobile app for Spotify where there is a 'more like this' tab. And sure enough. This is not the only person doing this. There are multiple 'podcasts' that are just full of stolen content. I'm sure this isn't all of them but these are the ones I have found. I have no idea how to tackle this. None of this is okay. There's more than just the ones in the screenshots here. There's one's that give no credit and just say 'I didn't make any of this' 'credit to creator' without naming the creator, straight up N-SFW content which is against Spotify's rules. And some of them in their about sections are complaining about getting copyright reports against them, thinking it's funny, saying their last podcast got taken down but they're just made this new one. All the content they are reposting is already online for people to listen too, some of it already on Spotify.

There's no excuse for reposting and not crediting someone (unless maybe they're doing it so the creator can't find and report them), and even with credit it's not okay. Message the creator first, ask them if they are okay with reposting. "But what if they say no?" then you don't do it. The same applies to any content whether it's ASMR or whether it's someone's fanart drawing. It hurts, it feels uncomfortable, it's crossing boundaries to take people's content that doesn't belong to you and repost, especially if you are monetizing and making money off it. I don't know how anyone can call themself a fan of a creator, how anyone can be a fan of a creator's work, and then do this. I'm scared to report for copyright. Multiple owners of these 'podcasts' have made it clear when they're reposts can taken down, they just reupload them again, that when their accounts get taken down they just make new ones and go straight back to reposting content. So reporting might not do anything. Even if anything is taken down, it will probably get reuploaded again and I don't want to be checking and reporting every day of my life. So then all I can do is raise awareness, tell people not to listen to these podcasts, make the creators of these podcasts know we are not comfortable with this and maybe that will make some of them stop doing this, maybe even make Spotify aware.

If you really like us or the content we make then be respectful of us and our boundaries.

This is Vincent's initial tweet about the situation, please help spread it and make other creators and viewers aware.

Please do not send any hate towards anyone who is making these playlist. I will not link to them on purpose. I do not want them being harassed or sent messages, and I do not want people going and listening to them.

I haven't proof read this so sorry if there are any mistakes. I am not well physical health wise at the moment and have been very stressed out this week due to a number of things that have happened and this is really the last thing I needed. I don't have the mental capacity to read back through this before I post it. I hope it's understandable.

[boy-gender]

something i wanna mention re: your post about the bots stealing photos, it’s important to note that many of these come from transphobic, exorsexist, and intersexist targeted data breaches and are sourced/scraped from malicious sites/boards like the k-farms.

i’m ace and sex-oscillating (sometimes i’m fine with seeing sexual things sometimes i’m not) and even when i’m at my most sex-repulsed i want everyone to know that the sex workers in the tag are some of our most vulnerable population members (no matter their gender(s) or exact identity/terms) because they’re being targeted by these sites.

idk sorry if this is reiterating your post but you’re the first person i’ve seen mention the importance of “these photos are stolen btw” instead of “oh yucky porn” like. y’all some of these are photos which were only intended for one or two people to see. these workers can now no longer regulate that OR how people interact with them.

they get so much harassment because of stolen photos when it’s been ripped out of their private accounts…. it’s awful

Thank you so much for adding that. I sometimes forget that not everyone is aware of how dangerous sex work, even purely online not in person sex work, is. I should have emphasized more that sex workers are not the danger; they're largely *in* danger.

And not just of being harassed, having their material stolen, or being targetted, but also by the death of internet privacy and net neutrality. Bills like fosta-sesta, and it's successor kosa- which is moving forward as we speak- are steadily erasing protections for anyone who creates nsfw content anywhere on the internet. It removes software and data tracking that allow sex workers to vet their johns before they interact with them, especially if they're going to meet up in person, and that data was one of the CHIEF ways human traffickers are found and arrested, and their victims tracked down.

KOSA isn't just a danger to fandom- though it is *also* a danger to fandom- but to very real people doing a job as old as time. Outlawing the expression of sexual materials is never going to stop sexual activity, it just forces it to be done in the dark, where sex workers, a large chunk of whom are queer, are at increased risk of being harmed, killed, or losing their ability to make a living.

One of the things I said in my post was that sexual materials belong on tumblr like they belong anywhere. Some people may point to the fact that that's no longer allowed under the terms of service- regardless of what tumblr "clarifies," they still ban it, especially from trans people. I was here before then. I was here when net neutrality still existed. And I am going to continue to operate under those attitudes until the end of days. I don't post sexually explicit materials myself, but I am never going to tattle on people who do, and people who do report those real users (not the bots) to staff disgust me.

If you're sex repulsed, I get it. I'm personally repulsed by the smell of pomegranate perfume. It's a trigger for me. But I am responsible for my feelings- it wouldn't be right to demand everyone everywhere stop wearing pomegranate perfume, and by going in public, I run the risk that I will bump into someone wearing it. I will have to remove myself from that situation.

And the same is true for if you don't like sexual content. You are responsible for what you do with those feelings. It's okay to have them; you can feel however you want about sex! But it's not okay to demand that other people cease harmlessly expressing themselves to conform to your feelings, and it's not okay to act like a fucking cop and purposely try to interfere with their job because you have the ick and don't approve.

Sex work is labor. Sex workers having ways to protect themselves and others is as close to "unionizing" as sex work gets. Stop interfering with what are basically their labor regulations. Block and move the fuck on!!

Do report the bots though. For SPAM. For STEALING MATERIALS. Not for the sex.

[theroundbartable]

I've seen it again today. Hate on tumblr:

(I'm venting a bit, sorry:)

"don't tag this ship here!!!!" (Context: a ship not referring to the art was mentioned in the tags, as a commentary. It was not one of my posts though)

"now WE (shippers of that ship) have to see it!"

"The ship that's actually in this post is bullshit, they have no chemistry etc."

Hater? Fuck you.

I went there specifically looking for the ship tag that you hate and I now have to see YOUR bullshit, so get a grip. Anyone can ship what they want, regardless if it has chemistry or not. No matter if it's "only popular because it's a stereotypical ship" Ever heard of crack ships? It's a thing. I don't need to justify my shipping choices, thank you.

Commentary in tags is tumblr culture. Just look away. I can't believe it, but I'm actually quoting Jesus on you: "if your eyes are what tempts you, gauge out your eyes. If you can't control your hands, cut them off." Ship shaming is so fucking lame, I'm so done with this.

You can block tags you don't like!

And yeah, okay, it doesn't always work. I personally don't tag everything I reblog either, but for the love of - someone. Just scroll past!

If it bothers you THAT much, You can make posts gathering awareness of the importance of tagging correctly or if the ship is problematic for some reason (e.g. incest/pedophilia/etc.) report the user. You can ask the poster to correct their tags but you don't have to be a dick to people online. Especially not in this case because it was clearly just about preference.

Do you know how many times I read fanfics with Leon ships in them even when they're not tagged? Do you have any idea how often I see Alastor ship art on tumblr? The ship the person mentioned above prefers is another one of my NoTPs that happen to include on of the few ace characters I adore and want to remain outside of ships. I like the art anyway and keep scrolling. And I do not judge them for preferring that ship. Of course they are allowed to ship whatever they want. You can appreciate things you don't like for different reasons. For the humor, for the art style, for the fic it's from... Yeah, you'll cringe, but that's the worst of it. But this?!

Don't attack people for liking your NoTP!!!

This isn't how tumblr should be! We can be better than that!

[starlit-soothsayer]

[Last updated 4/23/25]

Before sending any asks, it may be worthwhile to read this post and check this tag. You can choose not to, but I will redirect you to it if you ask something already covered here.

If I ignore a post you've reblogged from me or tagged me in, it's because it's either has insults/assumptions targeted at me (in the post body or in the tags) or is answered already through this FAQ.

If you want a particular piece of information, or you're just curious about something, my inbox is always open (though I may close it during breaks). I don't block non-bot users on this account, no matter how insufferable; the only exception is users on my posts that are intentionally trolling.

Interaction with other's opinions is not endorsement. If I don't say something myself, then you should not take it as something I personally believe.

This blog exists to provide information, regardless of any personal gripes. You can come here and draw your own conclusions without the influence of others. That is its primary purpose. Everything I've compiled is here (several documents/images still pending). There is also this tag for posts on my blog with screenshots or links to files.

Who are you?

If you don't know who I am, you haven't been paying attention. You can always make guesses in my inbox or DMs, and if anyone guesses correctly then I'll provide a link, no questions asked. The only stipulation is that is that guesses can't be made anonymously.

I am protective of my identity for good reason. I won't give it away easily.

How old are you?

Much older than several people think. I've been online longer than most people on Tumblr have been alive.

[Something about comparing Sai to Lily]

I've stated my piece on this already. No, I do not care that Sai has said slurs. It's not exactly a good look, but she's an adult and can deal with the consequences.

Comparisons of personality are not comparisons of crimes. If you can't get over this hurdle, you're too young or too emotional for this blog.

[A lazy insult]

Cry harder. I might start to care.

You just want attention!

[Something about gooning or pedophilia]

[An assumption about my stance on NSFW content]

[Something about Lily being a predator/pedophile/incest writer]

I'm aware. You're preaching to the choir. I've reported her already. Let's stay focused.

[Something about this is a waste of my time / get a life]

This is a side blog for a reason. I have projects I work on that are my main focus. When I'm no longer interested I'll disappear.

[Something about piracy/ art theft]

If you're reading this, there's a 90 percent chance you have pirated something before. This is not the morality smoking gun you think it is. Regardless, any information I provided is public knowledge that can be obtained for free in some form or another, it just may be incredibly inconvenient for the average internet denizen to do so. I will never share a DM that isn't already posted somewhere else (even if where it's posted is not on Tumblr).

Did you send me an ask?

No. Never. I don't send asks from this account. I provide information. What others do with it is up to them.

Did you delete [insert post here]?

No. I don't delete posts. If a thread gets to be incredibly long I may remove a few of the posts in-between, but the entire chain as a whole will always be accessible. I may delete replies that are pointless argument bait.

[XYZ person] interacted with your post!

Great for them. I don't care.

[Something NSFW directed at or about me]

I will not answer questions like this, doubly so if it is anonymous. Ask off anon or don't ask at all.

[shartingan]

apologies if this is kinda out of left field but what is your current opinion on ao3? me personally i do like to read and write fic on it due to the tagging system and other aspects but the amount of whack shit makes me uncomfortable and I do wish you could report harmful content easily (I think you can now but it's a bit of a process)

sorry this took so long to answer! i had to finish graduating college 😔 i tend not to think about ao3 too much or too in depth, and i don't really get involved in the discourse on this site about it. please take everything i say with a grain of salt because im uninformed and not really looking to involve myself more in this discourse! but i will gladly answer this ask with the information i do have because i think youre starting an interesting conversation and i like to talk ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧! feel free to hmu i dms, anon.

under read more because i started to ramble a bit. tldr please stop donating to ao3 and donate to one of these vetted palestinian fundraisers instead, especially for eid

personally i agree with all that youve said about ao3 in your ask already. i wont get on a soapbox and moralize about fanfiction and stuff like that because, again, i really dont care, but also i think it is really neat to have these spaces where people can safely interact with IPs in a transformative way and share their works with others without the threat of legal action. that's not ao3s doing, but it does provide a hub for people to publish without ever running into the treat of legal action. and, like you said, the tagging system makes it really easy to sort through fics and find what you like vs. dislike.

my main problems with ao3 come from its mismanagement, and the fact that it really has no competitors. ive been on ao3 since 2015, and i think the only significant change i can remember in the 9 years ive used it was the fact that they added the ability to filter out tags along with filtering in some. that's literally it. there could definitely have been some significant behind the scenes additions im unaware of, but from a users point of view, there has only been 1 update in 9 years that has majorly impacted the way i use the site. that seems like extreme mismanagement to me, especially since ao3 manages to meet and then significantly past all of their donation goals that they run pretty frequently. it seems like ao3 is making a lot of money which isn't being put into improving the site in any significant way. ao3 has been a site since 2008, its making a lot of money, and has a huge base of donors and volunteers, but it's still in beta? that seems like major mismanagement to me. again, this is just me speaking as a layperson not involved in the site itself.

also, it's pretty much become the only site that you can read fanfic on. there are sparse communities on tumblr, ff.net, and wattpad, but they're definitely a lot smaller and spread out. ao3 is the biggest and most centralized place for posting and reading fanfiction on the internet, meaning it virtually has no competition, and there's no alternatives that offer the same scale or quality. despite all that, it has almost no internal user moderation, and ao3 has actively been resistant to implementing those kinds of changes. that has resulted primarily in users of color getting targeted and attacked by racists. harassment is easy on ao3, and people can easily abuse the tagging system to do whatever they like. there's not even a perma-block tag feature, which is the first thing i would've implemented with the filter out feature. like you said, anon, if they're even implementing these changes, they're implementing them slowly, and behind a convoluted multi-step process. there's still little to no internal moderation or blocking system, which is just incredibly irresponsible.

ao3 almost has a monopoly on fanfiction on the internet, which means that it can kind of just do whatever, and no matter the gripes it knows people will keep coming back if they want fanfic because there's no alternative. and people keep chucking money at it because, again, its a hub for people to post and read fanfic without ever running into the threat of legal action because the website provides a safe, transformative works shield for authors. it's just insane how mismanaged the site is, but people keep giving it money despite that, so there's no real incentive for OTW to change anything or put in any effort. HOW IS IT STILL IN BETA. ITS BEEN 16 YEARS AND THEY'VE MADE MILLIONS OF DOLLARS. MINECRAFT CLASSIC WAS LAUNCHED IN 2009 AND THEY MOVED THROUGH BETA TO ALPHA TO A FULL LAUNCH AND THEN HUNDREDS OF UPDATES IN THE SAME TIME FRAME AND WITH A SMALLER TEAM AND FUNDS, INITIALLY😭😭😭 that's just insane to me, there's definitely something weird behind the scenes, how can they be this bad at site management, it's gotta be deliberate or something.

anyway, please stop donating to ao3 and donate to one of these vetted palestinian fundraisers instead, especially for eid

[akanshagoyall]

Reviews from Actual Trekkers: Himmaleh Waterproof Trekking Shoes

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[dianight]

One of my posts keeps showing up on my activity (way less often now) but I feel like it needs a follow up.

Since that little experiment (<- not even worth using that word) I have gone into the transandrophobia tag to keep weeding out pawns and other such dangerous users. I do this whenever a bad faith post shows up on the transmisogyny tag, a quick check of the blog in question for a block and then whoever is saying dumb shit over there gets blocked too.

The reasons for making this post are many, one of them being that out of all the people I've been blocking in like, month and half, less than 10 have been from the first group. Considering some bait or incendiary post shows up every other day, sometimes it's an everyday occurrence and I block like 3-5 people per day (on average, lowballing a lot) the math here raised some alarms. The transmisogyny on the posts on that tag is just that staggering.

Another indirect reason is that on most transmisogyny related posts that show up on my dash where OP makes a statement and, like the little rats they are, several "just asking questions" type of person show up only for OP to tell them off for being disingenuous (at best) I already have all the little rats blocked. It's not unusual to see a bad take, go for a block and realize "oh I already have this idiot blocked" and move on. But once again, it raises alarms when it happens every single time.

The third reason is a certain user deactivating and having her username poached in less than 24 hours. Not sure about the exact timeline, but by the power of sheer coincidence I was looking for a post of hers yesterday and came across her blog completely blank. It wouldn't had been surprising if she got nuked via mass reports but(!) as far as I remember terminated usernames can't be used until X amount of time has passed. And I wanted to check that post, so I went on an adventure through other blogs where she occasionally showed up.

Found what I wanted and confirmed that she voluntarily deactivated. I have my own little out there theory about why, but no matter. The noteworthy thing was that after abandoning her blog the next person wasted no time later that day in putting out what I previously referred as bait/incendiary posts. And reblogging this shit[1]. Which have a suspiciously low amount of visible blogs on the reblogs and likes. Because I have already blocked the majority of these users, so they don't show up.

The reader is expected to have reached the conclusion that I very intentionally left out on my first post by themself. But I will put it here as clearly as possible and I'll say it in red, for emphasis: the transandrophobia community is a hate movement directly in opposition to transfeminism. They are twerf infested, full of transphobic rethoric and regularly engage in harassment campaigns targeting outspoken transfems and anyone who supports them.

My advice when dealing with them is to put some gloves on if you have sensitive hands, grab a pruner and practice some gardening. Or, in a less metaphorical way, block and block and block. You wouldn't engage in polite conversation with a cis twerf, why would you do it just because some of them happen to be trans?

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[toacaldoric]

*sighs*

Why the fuck do I keep seeing ads for some stupid fucking thing called "merge mansion", and why do I KEEP seeing them even though I repeatedly report them as "seen too often" (among other things)? Tired of this shit... Also, can I please stop seeing posts from random ass users that are mimicking job offer postings? "Oh hey, we're hiring for (X) position with (Y) salary," etc etc etc. Fucking stop, ISTG. No matter how many of those I report and block, I keep seeing them.

Edit: also, Tumblr, fuck off about adding tags or whatever to a post, I don't wanna add them! If I did, I would've actually done so! In fact, I do occasionally make use of that feature, but only when I feel it's fucking relevant! Stop giving me a damn popup saying "hey, you should add tags or whatever to your post", I don't fucking care!

[hadilsblog]

Hi, I happened across your post and thought it would be good to discuss. I don't write or interact with sexual content because it makes me uncomfortable, but I don't think that makes me better than other people, or the people that do create or interact with it. There's also no scientific consensus on the effects of pornography on the brain, at least as far as I was able to find from recent articles, so I'd be quite interested to see what evidence has convinced you of that. I get that you don't like it, and that is completely fine, but the internet exists and does not exist solely for you, so it will inevitably have things you don't like on it. Beyond that, people write and create that kind of content for all kinds of reasons, for example, if they've had traumatic experiences, as a way to imagine that things could be better with the fictional characters they like and that make them feel safe. If you dislike it, block the tags and the creators. I think you would benefit from a bit more humility and empathy, rather than just screaming about your disgust into the void. Again, I personally have blocked loads of things I don't like, including sexual content. It really is not that difficult, and it feels like you're being deliberately inflammatory for some reason. Good luck and happy tumblr-ing from here on out!

Basically, pornographic content gives the brain unnatural amounts of dopamine, which makes other behaviors more boring in comparison, so it’s very addictive because of the dopamine kicks. It gives unbelievable statisfactisfacton. And every time you watch you gradually need “more”. In this case more means rougher content, more inappropriate content: for example BDSM or incest. The logic behind pornographic content is the same as the logic behind taking drugs. And what makes this even worse is that pornographic content is far more accessible than any other drug.

It literally shrinks your brain. Studies actually show that even moderate amounts of porn can shrink grey matter in areas associated with cognitive function related to our ability to focus. Porn users report pervasive brain fog

https://fightthenewdrug.org/10-reasons-why-porn-is-unhealthy-for-consumers-and-society/

[xenith-eats-stars]

Hey I saw the whole harassment campaign against you brought on by somethingscarlet. I used to be a friend of hers and I had to break up fights between her and other users. She was not a good friend to have and I couldn't handle the relationship. I'm not a pure person by any means and I know that I haven't been a good friend to her either. But still.

Maybe this ain't news to you that she's pretty awful to people and needs some time to just... Well, idk, but find something better to do than hurt others like that. Reading comprehension or something.

Like I've seen shit people here online but in my experience, 1. Context and tone is a thing that is difficult to find here in online spaces. And 2. Reporting is best if you're trying to keep others safe, not teach someone a lesson. If you want them to change, well, good luck with that. But you're not their therapist. People don't change that easily. Hell, not even therapists can change people that easily, though they do a better job than the average Joe can.

And well, I don't know, but I saw the meme and I got the joke. Maybe it's not everyone's cup of tea and maybe some folks got triggered by it (as someone with bad PTSD, I get that wholeheartedly. I block tags but still, it doesn't always work). That doesn't make you a bad person who doesn't deserve to live. Or a thing, for that matter. I'm honestly pretty pissed at her for denouncing your humanity like that. Of all the awful things she's done, this really takes the cake.

TL;DR As her ex-friend, I'm sorry you had to go through that. You were not the first person hurt by her and with the way things are going, you more than likely won't be the last. I might even be recognized through this post and be the next one, but whatever. It'll prove my point and I'll find a way to manage.

Hope you're doing alright! Stay safe and have a good new year!

awww, thank you! i genuinely had no clue that she was doing that, but it doesn’t really come as a shock to me. people have different senses of humor and what’s funny to someone can be horrible and irredeemable to someone else. even though i agree that it’s my mistake to have posted those images without leaving some kind of warning, i do not condone and never have condoned such acts.

sorry for getting to this ask super late, but again, thank you so much! :)

[olderthannetfic]

About the fandom racism thing

Didn't ao3 just implemented a usar block feature? Like, that's gotta help, right?

Also, I do think some overtly and explicitly racist fics could be tagged by the system itself with the Racism tag, since the writer itself would never do it otherwise (I feel like it's very easy to spot when a fic is dealing critically with racism or depicting it as the horrible thing it is and one in which is glorified and in-your-face)

Then the content could be more easily ignored but wouldn't have to be banned

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That other anon was blatantly talking about content policy, not block and mute features, but yes.

It kills me how many different people have come up to me with the bright idea to open the floodgates to bullying. Before you propose a feature where we tag other people's fics for racism, take two seconds to think about how this will play out in practice.

Scenario 1: It's user tagging based, so someone with 100k followers on twitter sics their minions on fics of their NOTP.

Scenario 2: AO3 enforces this itself, so 3 white Americans who happen to have volunteered to be on the Abuse committee scratch their heads over a reported fic.

Admittedly, IDK who's on committees currently or what their backgrounds are, but with the absolutely tiny staff AO3 has always had relative to the size and popularity of the archive, scenario 2 is not only possible but likely. 2 will go less poorly than 1, but it's still a recipe for disaster.

But okay, I'll bite: which fics specifically should be tagged? Can you point to some that aren't strawmen and that also aren't widely known to suck within ten seconds of them being posted (like sad plantation owner Castiel)?

I'm sure microaggressions are legion, but those won't be solved with this warning. Muting their authors is the answer to that, and it's only a matter of time before AO3 implements the rest of the blocking and muting features.

(I feel like it's very easy to spot when a fic is dealing critically with racism or depicting it as the horrible thing it is and one in which is glorified and in-your-face)

Then you're a fool.

The level of reading comprehension displayed in the typical internet comments section should tell you all you need to know about this assumption.

People are incompetent writers. People are incompetent readers. AO3 is full of EFL fans. Fandom is full of people from all over the world who understand identity and bigotry differently.

Go look at Captive Prince Discourse and then tell me that bullshit with a straight face.

Your average internet denizen can't even understand the concept of a pan-Mediterranean identity that contrasts with an Anglo or Northwestern European identity and how that might matter to the Australian author of Captive Prince. There is no hope that people will be able to pass any kind of consistent judgment on incomprehensible first drafts on AO3.

[forgotten-daydreamer]

dear new accounts, here's a few tips to live happily here!

1. to avoid getting blocked on sight, set a profile picture! it can be your favourite character (if it's a fanart, credit the artist in your bio), a picture of your pet, of the sky, of some pretty flowers, of yourself even- but select something!

2. add a bio with age and pronouns at least; to be even less suspicious, add what you're into, like the name of some anime, singer, tv show or something. many users block accs whose age isn't stated. yes, you may put a false age, but that's your own responsibility.

3. reblog posts that reflect your interests. i personally block blogs with only 2-3 rbs because i still think they could be bots.

4. block bots and report them as spam! even pornbots have to be reported as spam, not as sexual content. followers don't matter here, so block and report bots immediately.

5. put tags diligently and accordingly. don't add random tags hoping to get more followers, you'll just get reported and blocked. e.g. if you write something about a specific singer, don't tag every other singer on earth unless they are mentioned in your post. also, commas aren't allowed in tags, tumblr will automatically split your tag into two. and if you want to report direct speech, hit two apostrophes instead, or the thing between quotes will become the first visible tag in your post.

5. use the filter function to avoid bad experiences. tagging is important here so if you filter the right tags, you should be ok (mostly).

6. don't use the "i'm a minor!!" excuse if you are being a bitch, because you will get dragged nonetheless. we all assume that users here are mature enough to behave decently.

7. all words are allowed here, you don't need to write "unalive" instead of "kill", "st4b" instead of "stab", etc.

8. if you receive a nasty anon message, click on the three dots you see in the little message square- you will be able to block that person from sending you anons ever again. you can also entirely disable the anon option, if you want to.

9. back on the tags issue, if you have a slow phone and/or slow internet, you should filter the #gifs tag. i don't think this is still a problem, but when i first joined tumblr in 2016 or something, the app used to crash every time i encountered a heavy gifset.

have fun on this hellsite!

[jangofctts]

Mirrored Heart (captain rex x fem!reader)

rated: 18+ explicit 

word count: 5.6k

warnings: smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, blow jobs, clone space racism?  

a/n: ANYWAY HERE IT IS. ive had this draft saved since like a year ago and just now finished it. anyway kwjrkejh here YALL GO. also thank you @jango-fettish​ FOR LETTING ME BORROW SYRENA 

It's curious. 

Well, you, as a whole are curious—completely outside the realm of what Rex considers normal. As far as senators go, that is. 

You're grumpy for one—worse than Skywalker and far more snide than Kenobi—a near gargantuan task bordering impossible. Wit and cleverness come to you easier than breathing, but it's your unwavering kindness towards himself and his brothers that sticks out like a blaster burn against alabaster white walls.  

He passed it off as a joke—some sort of mockery. Rex’s existence has been full of them. The past year it’s been made glaringly clear as to what the clones are to the people of the republic—tools. Mindless war machines dressed with flesh and bone, heart and sinew instead of durasteel and a circuitboard. Humanity has been skimmed over with excuses and debates over the hollow argument that clones were created for the sole purpose of war—nothing more. Ignorance is bliss when you are not the one fighting tooth and nail for petty skirmishes and the survival of your family.        

Ithyea, your home monarchal planet, is a newer member of the Galatic Republic—one of the firsts to advocate for clone rights—cutting through each argument with the steel headed javelin of hope and determination. Controversial in the eyes of the galaxy but no less than true. Yet with controversy, comes chaos. 

Wedged between Takodana and the Cerean Reach hyperspace lane—it’s an essential key to accessing more neutral space sectors without stepping on any toes. While the planet does mirror the size of a larger than average moon, there’s nothing but grandeur with the cutting edge advances in space travel and military innovations. An arts district too, one that’s presented multiple times for the Senate apparently. Rex has yet to see it. It’s an easy guess as to why Ithyea has gone under pointed attacks from the Separatists—it’d be foolish not to try.     

And of course comes the intergalactic mess of politics. You are not Ithyea’s first senator. Or second…or third. Just in the last six months, three of your predecessors have been picked off—two disappearances and a suspicious poisoning sandwiched between them. Which sides these assassinations stem from is anybody’s guess—a mix of both perhaps—all to silence and stamp the voice of your people out.

Heavy are the shoulders that wear those abhorrent senatorial robes, and Maker did it take some convincing for another Ithyean to step to the chopping block. It’s just…no one thought  it’d be you. The infamous captain of King Arrian Felian’s elite guard—trained in combat levels high enough to contend some of those within the ranks of the Jedi Order. When your name comes up in conversation, it certainly doesn’t scream diplomacy.     

Rex is not surprised that you hold the current record of Ithyean senators for surviving the longest. Evading an astonishing two attempts on your life by the skin of your teeth. You were just downright lucky the third assassin missed their mark. Sure, the blade of Syrena Aster skimmed the right side of your cheek and left behind a nasty scar to remember her by, but kriff—even with your background and low levels of public presence, you’re a high priced target. Whoever placed an order with the Heretics, really wants to see you six feet under.     

Rex hasn’t been given the full report on exactly who the Heretics are—a rag tag bunch of untrained Force users and skilled assassins from what he’s gathered—but regardless, this attack is just the beginning. Until the Senate and the Jedi are able to retract the price on your head, you’re stuck under protective custody. Usually ushered away into the Jedi Temple or tagging along with General Kenobi and Skywalker. Despondently, no matter the circumstances of your protection, it can’t shield you from the dreadful invitations to senatorial luncheons.

 And yes, you tried to slip by for this one. 

You don't brush elbows with other senator’s like many of the members in the Jedi Order and your own cohort do. In fact, you actively avoid even speaking to them unless necessary, let alone stand in the same room with seven of them. Odd for an elected official of diplomacy such as yourself to be so cold shouldered—Rex would think senators wanted to mingle.    

It's curious because you're standing in plain sight and yet no one pays you any passing thought. General Kenobi and Skywalker hold the majority of their attentions, shoulders already taught with exasperation at keeping everyone from tearing out each other's throats for, kriffing five minutes. Yet you...you are completely at ease, leaning up against a stone pillar, observing the unfolding chaos from afar with a keen eye. 

Before Rex realizes he's stepping towards your position, you glance over and dip your chin in greeting. The ghost of a smirk pulls at your normally grim facade—his heart skips. "Captain."

"Senator," he mimics, posting himself to your right. There’s still a thin, healing scab from the assassin’s blade that extends from the swell of your cheek to your ear. Ouch. “Enjoying the evening?" 

You snort. "Hardly enjoying it, Rex."

Stars—you shouldn't be allowed to say his name. Your words are razor-sharp like a jagged vibroblade, meant to jab and pierce through armor—tear a person to pieces without having to lift a finger. Everything about you is rough, gritty, brutal, unbecoming of what a senator should be, but— 

You mouth his name, purring out the singular syllable with such tenderness that it's like a punch to the gut. 

It's hard to swallow and he needs to clear his throat—an embarrassing act on his part, but your attention has already returned back towards the meandering senators. "How d'you mean?"

"Well," you sigh, "let's just say smalltalk isn’t my strong suit." 

"Aren't you senators s'pposed to like diplomacy n' such?" 

Your thumb smoothes over your bottom lip in thought as you shrug. "Diplomacy? Sure. Politicians? Can’t say I like them. I just—"

You wave your hand around, gesturing vaguely to the crowd. "I just don't understand why they can't say what they mean. Telling someone to have a nice day shouldn't entail certain death, y'know?"

"Speaking from experience?" He teases, gently prying into that harder than beskar wall you've created for yourself. There's fissions in your foundation and he means to tear it down all for just a mere scrap of information. 

Your eyes flick over, your lips curling into a vulpine grin. “Perhaps...Though, it was partially my fault, I have to admit.” 

“You’ll have to tell me the story sometime, Senator.” 

You nod. “Yes, one day—when there aren’t so many political ears jumping at the chance of gossip.” 

A swell of laughter interrupts your chat, your attention gravitating to Obi-Wan—ever the charmer with the crowds. The end of your mouth pulls into a frown as you sigh and carefully scratch at your brow with the back of your thumb. Rex might be pulling at straws, but what he mistook as you being standoffish may just be your nerves. Socially awkward and flustered when speaking in such an intimate setting. 

Rex’s first instinct is to reach out and place a hand over your shoulder in comfort, but he’s not sure how you’ll respond to the touch. Flip him over your shoulder probably—

Instead he forces himself to jumpstart the conversation—something to distract from your anxieties. “I hope you don’t mind me asking—“ His heart beat kicks up into a flurry of wild beats as you turn you head. “What uh..wh—did you want to become a senator?”

He likes it when you smile—like you’re letting him on some sort of coy secret. You shift your weight and shrug. “The king asked me personally. I’m flattered he thinks I’m clever enough—insulted he sends me to these abysmal gatherings like some sort of show pony.”

Rex chuckles. “Yeah, can’t say I like ‘em either.” 

“Although…” Your thumb runs over your lip again, a sparkle of mischief igniting behind your eyes. “As a senator, I do get the occasional tidbit of gossip. Here, I’ll catch you up—“

The captain startles when you snatch his elbow and yank him closer. Maker he’s glad for his helmet because your lips brush against his earpiece as he leans down to reach your height. 

“Look." You whisper, nodding casually in the direction of a particularly young senator with a shock of white hair. She's swathed in a pool of royal blue silk, much too large for her tiny frame, and all but hanging off Skywalker's arm with glittered nails filed into points. "That is Senator Ceci Paare of Corellia. She looks innocent, no?"

She does. Wide, crystalline green eyes stare up at the Jedi Knight as a pretty giggle escapes past her ruby painted lips. Skywalker grimaces. 

"I quite like her," you continue with a sly grin. "Even if she does try to influence public opinion by an invitation to bed." 

There's no time to process as you focus in on an older man. His hazy blue skin, ash white lips and vermillion green eyes cut an almost nightmarish profile, accentuated by mountains of black robes. Rex can’t recall what planet the senator represents. The senator holds his head stiffer than rebar to keep the ornate golden circlet from slipping off, his white lips curling in distaste as Orn Free Taa of Ryloth places a meaty hand over his slender shoulder. 

"He is Lord Tal’en Sol Ra'ah. Cunning, but sympathetic to the pleasures of gambling."

It's a game to you—of perceptions and nuances only a trained eye can roll over. Rex expects nothing less. This sort of thing has been hammered into the very essence of your being since you were little—reading an enemy before they can strike. It works on politicians marvelously well. 

Truth be told Rex should be paying more attention—but the closeness of your face to his helmet is maddening. His heart twists and coils as your bare hand skims along his gloved one—kriff. He’s not gonna make it before he bursts into a thousand little pieces.  

Rex’s spell of lovesick yearning recedes as you swear under your breath. It was only a matter of time before someone approached your little corner.  

"Oh, Maker save me," you hiss under your breath as a young Mirialan saunters over, the swatches of rich red and brilliant gold accentuate his violet skin like a bloody bruise. "Pretend you're speaking with me." 

"I am speaking with you," Rex snorts. 

Your hand waves in dismissal as your brows stitch together, hands balling into fists. Your jaw clenches as the senator in question puts on a dazzling smile. You look downright panicked. Rex has witnessed you face down numerous senators older than dirt and close to blowing away in the wind with plucky fervor, assassination attempts, being held captive, and you're frightened…by this? 

This is too good. 

Rex has half a mind to help you, wheel you away from your little predicament, but his intrigue with seeing your oh-so-solid resolve crumble is much too valuable and entertaining to pass up. He's going to remember this for years.  

"Rex."

"Senator," he mimics, not at all frightened by your poisonous glare. "Some diplomacy might do you good."

You begin to snarl out a threat but are decidedly cut off by your object of horror planting himself before your hiding spot. You cower into the corner like a boxed in loth-cat. "Ah, my favorite Ithyean! I had begun to worry you would not make it, my dear friend."

"Senator Lin," you sigh. The smile you offer is tight and thin; a nervous one much in the same way one would be if presented with a box of toenails for a birthday gift. “How pleasant to see you."

Senator Lin’s deep violet lips part with an easy smile. He waves a hand in dismissal, his silver rings glinting in the warm lighting. "Please—call me Toluka. No need to bother with such formalities between companions." 

Rex suddenly understands your trepidation with the Mirialan—he’s slimy. And, not to mention, not at all ashamed with the lecherous looks as his eyes sweep down your body. Rex clenches his teeth and folds his arms behind his back. He’s regretting not heeding your warning now…  

Try as you might through brutal small talk and chilly answers, Senator Lin refuses to take the hint. A dark plume of venom green lashes through Rex’s chest as the Mirialan places a friendly hand over your shoulder. You grimace as Rex bristles and glares through the visor of his helmet.  

Senator Lin’s lips pull into a gaudy smile as he glances at Rex and then at you.“My dear, don’t you know? It’s not worth wasting your time with a clone. After all, they’re all the same person. How boorish—come join us at the table.”

Your teeth bite into your cheek as your temper, like the silver of blade through the darkness, cuts through your steely irises. With poised nonchalance, you lift your hand and pinch Senator’s Lin’s fingers between your own and pry them off your shoulder. “Is that so?”

“Your campaign, valuable as it may be,” Lin continues, “is a useless endeavor. They are not our equals and never will be--you must know that." 

Rex forces himself to remain calm—collected and certainly not imaging a thousand and one ways he’d like to see his fist breaking the fragile bones of the senator’s face.  

"Fine buttons stitched upon your shoulders do not compel your worth, Senator,” the harshness of your words is a blow straight to Lin’s ego. His well-groomed brows furrow drastically as his tongue struggles to play catch up and find words to repair his shattered pride. 

There’s no chance for Senator Lin to regain his footing as your snatch Rex’s wrist and sweep him out into the hall. Rex can feel your anger roll off of you in waves, frighting and holding the same caliber of roaring waves thundering against black, craggy rocks. It’s a miracle the night didn’t end with your hands wrapped around the senator’s throat or a blaster shot through the chest. 

When you reach the lower halls of the cruise ship is when you release Rex’s wrist. You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers and release a long, dramatic sigh.   

"You are worth far more than that pompous ass," you say with enough edge to slice through a droideka's shields. "He has no right to say those things to you." 

“It’s alright,” Rex soothes, placing a hand over your bristling shoulder. “I’ve heard worse.” 

Your features scrunch up into a wince. “That...that doesn’t mean you have to suffer through more of it, Rex.”

Sighing, you run a hand through your hair and loosen the heavy outer robes strung around your shoulders. You shrug out of them and fold the thick swaths of fabric over you arm—revealing the under layers of your uniform. You toss the bundle of fabric to the floor with a disgusted grimace and sit on the cargo crate closest to your left. 

“Really—it’s ok.” Rex assures again. “I—“

You hold up a hand and shake your head. His mouth snaps shut. “I won’t hear it. To me you are nothing short of perfect and I refuse to argue about it. Maker knows I already do that for a kriffing living.”

There’s a fragile lull in the hollow space—the distant chatter of voices and strange music collecting in the corners. You stand once again, toe to toe with the Captain and there it is again, that elated pitter patter of his heart thrumming through his veins. The nerves of being so close to you—you sweet face and not being able to touch you.  

“Let me see your face.”

His hands come up to the edges of his helmet without hesitation, a hiss of hair escaping the seal once he pries it off. You smile and take a step closer until the only thing separating you and him is his helmet. 

Rex’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into your hand you gingerly place over his jaw. “I wish the entire galaxy could see you through my eyes,” you whisper, the warmth of your soft palm radiating out and warming his entire body.  

It’s a matchstick to kerosene—his helmet clatters to the ground and there’s only a second to spare as both hands move to cup his cheeks, dragging him into a mouthwatering kiss. 

He hasn’t kissed many people—save for those rare times at 79’s, head swimming under the haze of one too many shots of Corellian fire whiskeys where he could barely distinguish his ass from his hand. Those drunken make-outs were nothing like this. 

No—this…this is what a kiss should be like.   

He dreams about you all the time—so constantly ravenous that all he can feel some days is pure ache. Every and all words that spin around his head starts with you and finishes with his pounding heart close to bursting free from his ribcage. Not in the same way a flood rips through an unsuspecting village—more like the brilliance of a thousand doves, marble white plumage thrashing free from their gilded cage. Your lips taste like the core of a newborn star—scorching and yet still so sweet upon the tongue the same way caramelized sugar sticks to the roof your mouth. You are his first and last everything. 

There’s a certain kind of tragedy hidden beneath your tongue, fragile promises and the eggshell thin shards of hope stapled to the roof of your mouth. Rex will take it—seize any threadbare strand and run with it—spool it into the palm of his hand until you’re wound so tightly together it’ll be impossible to untangle.     

Just when the dizziness sets in from elation and not enough air, you part and leave a sticky trail of warm kisses up his jaw. Rex groans and hugs you closer, you humid breath blooming across his skin. “Let me take care of you.”

The words on his tongue crumble to ash once he nods in agreement. Your kisses dip lower, not even stopping when the reach the edge of his chest plate. Stars, you’re…he never entertained the idea that your lips could look so divine in contrast to the battered plastoid. When you fold onto your knees his heart leaps to his mouth, a flare of arousal flashing through his groin. 

You rest your chin over his codpiece and smile. “Do you like seeing me on my knees, sir?”

Rex huffs and studies at the opposing wall—

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Your fingers find the claps over his codpiece. “Can I take this off?”

Rex jerks his head in a yes but grabs your wrist. Not a rough hold—a tentative one as hesitation swirls in his eyes. “Don’t—don’t have t’ do this for me—“

You quirk a brow. “I want to because I like you, Rexy.”

A rosy blush blooms over his sharp cheekbones. The captain nods again.

The codpiece clatters to the ground and immediately you move your hand to palm him through his blacks. He grunts and squeezes his eyes shut. There we go.      

Biting your lip, you pull down his blacks as far as the plastoid plating allows, greeted with the hard length of his cock, beautiful and flushed a rosy brown. Fuck—he’s thicker than you thought. You wrap your fingers around the base, delighted by Rex’s airy gasp as he throbs in your palm. A bead of liquid shines at the tip and just the sight of it makes your mouth water. 

Moons—you should’ve done this sooner.

With a stuttering inhale, Rex trails his forefinger along your cheek and tucks a stray hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingertips skim lower and lightly pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Your eyes lift to meet his. “You—you sure?”

You answer with a kiss over the dip of his navel, the skin searing hot under your lips. Rex curses and rolls his head back onto his shoulders when your palm slides up the length of his cock and then back down. Your grip is firm and tight as Rex slumps onto the crate, goosebumps rushing up his exposed flesh. Stars, when’s the last time he’s gotten release like this? 

You lean forward and lick a languid line from the velvety skin of his balls all the way up to the tip. Rex’s hips jolt. You purse your lips and suckle at the head, dipping your tongue over the slit then down to trace the ridge of his frenulum all the while your hand rolls up and down his shaft. Rex tangles his fingers into your hair with a hiss. You open your jaw a bit wider and take him down a few inches into the wet heat of your mouth, feeling your lips stretch around his cock. You you drag the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft to make the thickness easier to swallow down, but he's still only halfway into your mouth when he hits the back of your throat.

“Fuck—" Rex moans as his hips strain to remain still. “S’good—such a good girl.”

You glance up, eyes devouring the attractive length of his clean shaven throat and the underside of his chin. Rex swallows and let’s out another little sound. You whine softly in return and slip a hand into your pants, pressing your fingertips against your throbbing clit as you start to carefully bob your head up and down. Yeah—your jaw already aches just from holding his cock in in your mouth but fuck it—it’s worth it.   

Rex's chest heaves with exertion as he mindfully rocks his hips up, pushing and rolling his cock deeper into your mouth until his shaft is nearly seated all the way in. Ditching your own pleasure entirely, you swallow around him, forcing down the urge to gag and simply hold him here. Allowing him a moment to just enjoy the soft warmth of your mouth before launching into the main event.  

Rex murmurs your name and strokes his thumb over your cheek. “You’re beautiful—so pretty like—like this..ah—” 

You pointedly hollow your cheeks and suck, his flattery warming your chest with pride. You swallow around him another time, squeeze his shaft, your fist following your mouth as you lift up then back down to the base. You grunt at the abrupt jolt of his hips. There’s no distinctive rhythm you can follow as you pull halfway up and let Rex rock his hips into your mouth—seeking out his pleasure without a coherent thought in sight. Just a cacophony of gasping breaths and rough moans of your name. 

Soon enough he’s twitching in your mouth, his eyes fluttering shut as his head tips back onto his shoulders. The gloved hand sweetly cradling your cheek slips to the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers into you hair to anchor himself. He’s close—quiet gasps and broken curses tumbling out, hips unconsciously rocking into your mouth in search of release.

Rex whimpers your name, his leg jolting as you work your jaw wider and swallow him down, the dark curls tickling your nose once it brushes his groin. “Oh, fuck.” 

You hum around him, delighting in the mumbled praises. Almost there…That’s it. 

He’s dangling on the precipice—on tiny shove away from euphoria—

“Wait—“ Saliva dribbles down your chin when his cock pops out from your swollen lips, throbbing from the unintentional tease. “Maker—shit.” 

If not for the gloves covering his hands, you’re sure they’d be turning white from how tightly he grips the edge of the crate. His eyes are squeezed shut, slightly bent forward as he falls away from the edge of his release. Rex sucks in a steadying breath, amber eyes meeting your confused ones. 

“I don’t—can we—“ Rex’s eyes flit and focus on anything but you as he stutters and works up the courage to ask for what he wants. “Do we have time—“

You rolls your eyes and rest your cheek on his thigh. Silly man. “You wanna fuck me, Rexy?”

“Kriff, yes.”

You smile and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “I don’t think they’ll miss us."

Rex doesn’t complain when you take his hands and yank him onto the grubby floor and over your senatorial robes. He props his back against the crate as you shuck off everything below the waste and clamber into his lap. His hands, warm even through the leather, land over the swell of your hips and wrench you closer until your front presses up against his chest plate. 

The rough prickle of his stubble is, in all sense of the word, addictive. He tilts his head to kiss you, the slick touch of his tongue on your bottom lip adding jet fuel to the fire low in your belly. Rex groans and cups your jaw, holding your mouth open to dance his tongue along the length of yours. You whine and shudder as he purses his lips and lightly sucks on your tongue before you both part. 

Rex drags his teeth over your bottom lip as you both pant for precious air. His dark lashes sweep up his cheeks when he looks at you. This close you bare witness to the dazzling color of his eyes—crystalized pearls of amber over the crackled bark of pine tree in the midmorning sun. Muted gold threaded through the brown like fine lace and the slow shimmer of the sun dappled through water. To think such a man like him is dredged through the bloodied mud of war is despicable.

You blink away the swell of tears prickling at your eyes and kiss him once more. Sighing, you whisper down, mouthing soft nibbles and teasing kisses over his jaw and down his neck. Rex squirms and rock his hips up, your cunt clenching around nothing. You need him.   

“Rex,” you groan. You slide your hand between your bodies and grab at his thick length. Rex gasps into your mouth, long fingers clamping onto your waist in a death grip. “I want you.”

“I’m yours.” 

Your nibble at his earlobe as you grind your hips against his length, the folds of your cunt teasingly out of reach. “Touch me, Captain.” 

Rex tears off his vambraces and gloves, hand wedging between your thighs, touching the very tips of his fingers to your throbbing clit. You whine and clench your jaw—the pleasure is raw—sizzling electricity that crackles with the deadly promises of your pleasure. It’s as if you’ve had the breath knocked out of your lungs the second he bears down a bit more on your clit, drawing tentative circles, each completion sending a shockwave of tightly spooled ecstasy through each and every nerve. You nearly sob as his fingers slip away. 

“So wet already,” Rex moans as you tip your head back when two of his fingers begin circle your dripping cunt. They’re thick and long and perfect. Your hips stutter as your cunt easily accepts his fingers, the heel of his palm slotting perfectly against your pussy to stimulate your clit. 

Maker you’re seeing stars as Rex rocks his hand into you—the bend of his fingers the perfect angle to catch all the right places that make you tremble. He kisses your cheek and moans your name into your ear, all low and gravelly— 

Your body seizes up tight as you soar, plummeting off the edge only to tumble so fast and so hard that tears prick the corner of your eyes. Rex peppers kisses over your cheeks and runs his free hand through your hair, purring praise and adoration as you shudder—your mouth parted in a silent cry as you cum and dissolve into his hands. 

When you suck in a steadying breath and open your eyes, Rex is gazing upon you with starstruck eyes—pure adoration that makes your cheeks flare hotter than the surface of two mini suns. Your teeth catch your bottom lip. You’re not sure you deserve to be looked at like this…

However, you’re impatient and running on stolen seconds. As much as you’d like to just simply stare at him—there’s not enough time. Rex wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and slides the tip of himself through your soaking folds. Each stroke against your still throbbing clit makes you buckle into yourself, but the angle that your knees are propped over his hips means you're stuck here. 

Rex pauses and cups your cheek. His thumb scrapes over your cheekbone. “You want this?”

You place your hand over his and turn your head to mouth a kiss over the lines of his palm. Oh, fuck yeah. Kind of him to ask as if hadn’t just cum over his fingers but—no. “I need you to fuck me, Rex. That’s an order.”

Rex huffs out a low chuckle and bumps the crown of his forehead against yours. “As you wish, Senator.” 

Rex runs the blunt head of his cock through your folds again, slicking himself up with your arousal. You mewl and dig your nails into the hard plastoid as the wide tip of him pushes into your entrance—he shudders as you clench and wiggle. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s in no small. You’ll feel him for days, you’re sure of it as your cunt swallows inch after inch. 

You both groan as he finally bottoms out. His jaw his clenched tight as sweat beads at his blonde hairline—Stars above, he’s a sight, struggling not to loose control the second he’s buried inside of you. Desire tickles up your spine, tugging at the fabrics of your being until all you can focus on his how Rex isn’t moving. You shift your hips in tiny, almost imperceptible motions, and squeeze around him. 

“Damn—“ A ragged moans slices through his words as your gentle rocking morphs into needy jolts. It’s easy to fuck yourself onto his cock like this, but the measly thrusts are meant to tempt him. “Fuck, cyare, you’re tight.” 

You smirk and grab at his sculpted shoulders—it’s the push he needs. Rex snarls your name, cups his hands under the globes of your ass and pulls you off his cock nearly all the way out only to slam back in. There’s no time to adjust before Rex sets a pace, fevered and rabid All pent up energy collecting over the weeks you’ve known each other. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end after being denied for what feels like ages. 

You squeal in surprise as Rex pushes you onto your back and hoists your legs around his hips. Rex buries his nose into the crook of your neck and moans your name like a sweet prayer wrapped in honeycomb. Rex shifts his weight, widening his knees to sink deeper into your cunt—his stubble tickling your throat as his staggered exhales burn hot over your skin. 

You choke out a groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter. Electric heat sears down each vertebrae in your spine, scorching through each and every veins with the catastrophic brilliance of an imploding star. Shit—

“So good t’me—so perfect,” he huffs into your ear. Rex turns his head and steals a kiss. “Feel fuckin’ good stretched around my cock."

You clench around him hard as Rex’s hand sneaks between your bodies and rubs tight, little circles over you swollen clit. There’s barely any build up to your orgasm—just a blinding surge of devastating warmth that sweeps through your body, from your aching center down to your toes. It steals away all the air left in your lungs and leaves your clutching his arm and shuddering for a hold in your own reality—the steady warmth of his body that’s unburdened by armor a much needed anchor for the madness that threatens to drown you. 

His gentle, and pliant kisses morph into little pricks of his teeth over your neck and collar bone as his hips struggle to keep a definitive pattern. Rex’s curses string together and blur into nonsensical noises and loose tongue admittances that are comparable to moving inches from an imploding star.   

“Where can—can I?”

You grab at his head and whine his name. “Anywhere—in me—you can cum in me.”

With a loving caress over back of his neck and a sweet whisper of his name, he reaches release. Rex’s moan is airy as his eyes slam shut and captures your mouth in a sizzling kiss. He’s twitching in your arms as his hips erratically jerk, hot spurts of his release coating your insides and beginning to leak over your robes you lay over. Whatever. 

Rex nips at your skin as the last dregs of pleasure jolt up your spine. Neither of you say a word as Rex’s hips come to a slow. Time trickles through your fingers like sand through an hourglass half empty but instead of rushing to dress, you choose to lie on the ground—two halves of a mess someone’s been meaning to clean up for the better part of a long while. You feel at home here—content as your fingers run up and down the back of his head, a bit irked by the armor still covering his back. You’re terrified of the months to come—but at least you have each other. After all, gardens will bloom and flourish with fresh blooded love and wild mistakes sculpted from passion forever if you believe hard enough…wont they?