#no tumblr I am not trying to tag “tickle content” what the fuck

[fleshst4r]

Does

Does my father think I'm faking my tics????

The thing he was there for when I was diagnosed??????

[katzirra]

I sure do be feeling a lot of bad things about my relationship with art these days lmfao, and I really don't know how to fix them and overcome them anymore.

It's like... there's such conflict about like... if you complain about the nature of social media people either are like YEAH!! or there's this weird thing I'm seeing now where people are getting mad at people bringing up the importance of reblogs as like attention seeking begging and shit like?? LIKES ARE NICE, I LOVE LIKES but like reblogs are how people actually SEE your stuff?

A like is like ah nice, scrolls past, a reblog is like MAN I WANNA LOOK AT THIS LATER or like it MEANT something to someone. But people act like that's so wrong artists are bummed out over engagement with shit lmao?? We're just selfish little hogs or something.

Or there's like this long standing thing about artists being bothered they don't know what to draw to get that engagement and people are like "DRAW FOR YOURSELF!!" like bitch, I been doing that because tumblr and twitter fucking drove that nail in lobotomy style - and it's making me sad because I feel like the more I like a piece, the SADDER I am when no one else engages with it or it's like 25 people??

Felix use to get alarming notes at times, now it's like feh, nothing? So, I tried drawing for fandoms I was passionate in - which got me a lot of people I care for, but also a lot of needless drama I hated and didn't ask for and that caused a LOT OF ISSUES when I even TRIED to stay out of it LMAO good LORD.

Even doing the Xig blog lately, I've been like okay I'm gonna stick with it because a WEIRD AMOUNT OF PEOPLE engaged with that poll I posted and I was like okay, that's a substantial amount of people who want that content, and even on the blog itself THAT poll was like OH. OKAY?? Because honestly, I feel like I'm on a weird blocklist or something or people don't like my art in the fandom so it's a weird place to be for me :))!! But I know people send me really sweet messages sometimes or sometimes I get amazingly sweet tag comments or people REALLY like an answer to something and it tickles their brain and that makes me happy but like??

I spend hours on that shit and it barely hits 100 unless it's a meme post usually and I dunno, I feel selfish all the time for being bummed about that. I'll spend days on some of them and be like SO PROUD and then just - the low engagement I'm like man, am I wasting my time? AM I STUPID? AM I TOO OLD TO BE HERE NOW, TRYING TO MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY? IS MY ART BAD? IS IT?? DO I JUST SUCK??? AM I NOT SELF AWARE??

It's weird how I see so many times people like my style or whatever, and like I know people still stick around for it, and I see so many artists post such GRAB BAGS of fandoms and stay strong in engagement and I just always feel like I'm doing something wrong or bad lmao?? Not supposed to talk about your feelings anymore, but also supposed to be engaging and personal on this here hellsite lmao??

I've been doodling shit at work and just feel tired all the time because I don't even want to finish anything anymore. I thumbnail mini comics that are like 5-10 pages of things that I think would be nice to do, I thumbnail out the backgrounds, thumbnail out bigger samples of poses and stuff and feel a little excited about how nice I could make it, and I just... know the energy put into it wouldn't be worth it because it'll be something I finish and am excited to post and no one will care.

Okay not no one, but like who is really gonna put fucking hours and hours of work into something that's gonna fall flat on it's face. I do that enough already! I over the last few years have posted so much stuff I was actually proud of and just felt....stupid for being happy and no one engaging with it. And then feeling more stupid and GUILTY because I'm upset about it?? LMAO LIKE WHAT KIND OF EMOTIONAL GARBAGE IS THAT?? And I'm barely online these days too beyond randomly scrolling shit to see what my friends that I barely feel relevant to talk to are doing in their lives nfjgkh I've lost all personalableness... that's not a word but we keep goin' lmao

It's like boy howdy, this kinda like ennui gets met with the whole ooooh two cakes and ohhhh but it'll be someone's favorite and blah blah - PBBT PBBTTT PBTTTT I GET IT!! But like, I'm sorry, I need more validation that I'm not wasting my fucking time. Because that's kind of all I feel these days is that I'm just wasting my time... which is sad. But ya'know some asshole will also be like "so stop" like thanks, thanks kiddo. That's the kind of shit I need I guess. Just stop. Just give up!

It's like, keep struggling, or just stop. Both options kinda fucking blow. But I've also tried to just stop caring about numbers and engagement - but I've noticed all my friends have slowly stopped posting art too. Busy and tired.

I wanna be excited to post art again, man. I miss when I'd post Marvel shit and actually have hilarious engagement and made friends and had fun conversations.

I miss when I'd post a Xig post and I'd see a tag and end up having a conversation in someone's ask box back and forth because I made some little easter egg or HC they were really into and were curious about more.

I dunno :)) bitching for no reason I guess. Shuts up and draws my stupid little pictures.

I feel like the only reason I keep doing art anymore is because I'm grasping some thread of hoping social media flops over again an engagement booms again LMAO - and also like, I have 3 patrons that ya'know. I'M FUCKING TRYING TO KEEP DESPERATELY LMAO.... Patreon pays for my fucking vet bills at this point and I'm obnoxiously thankful for those people but just fuck idk.

I'm doing everything wrong anymore it feels like but whatever!!

Maybe I just don't try hard enough lmao. Just not meant to be an online artist anymore. After 20 years, I'm still fighting this hard for mild engagement? What kind of fuck up, am I lmao holy shit.

[kittenwhiskers]

One thing I’ve always hated about the entire tickle community and mostly the sfw side is that there are all these little gangs and groups and cliques of “the popular ones” who have their little gossip discord servers and how literally you have to walk on fucking eggshells in this community because you make one fucking misstep and BOOM you’re in the gossip channel of that server.

And what’s worse is that these little shits hold so much power over the minors and everyone else in the damn community that if they hate you or are mad at you, they turn EEEEEVERYONE else against you. Like, I’m sorry??? Who gave you the power??? Not to mention they always hold a grudge. Forgiveness? C’est la vie? Live and let live? Let bygones be bygones? Forgive and forget? HAH! These people? Never heard of it!

Like, you literally have to fucking grovel and use every non-threatening and positive tone tag under the sun and practically BEG them not to kill your reputation and nuke your blog.

And they’ve swept their mistakes under the rug and put their skeletons in the closet SO WELL THAT IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO TURN THINGS AROUND ON THEM!

I have been in 15, FIFTEEN FUCKIN SFW TICKLE COMMUNITY DISCORD SERVERS OVER THE 3 YEARS I’VE BEEN ON TUMBLR AND I LEFT EVERY SINGLE ONE BECAUSE OF THIS BS.

Make it make sense.

Am I just surrounded by high schoolers and immature young adults who are in desperate need of therapy but instead of getting help they make excuses and use tickles to cope like people use vapes? And older adults who are lonely and realized they’ve already peaked in life and are trying to scrounge up some sort of relevancy by writing vanilla fetish content for minors? Is that why it’s so shitty here? Make it make sense.

Sounds like you got a lot on your mind. You feel better now that you got all that off your chest, buddy? Take a deep breath, don't strain yourself.

Look the whole truth of it is, the whole internet sucks. Every single part of it. Everyone's gonna have something on here that pisses them off, but are you really gonna be one of those people that just blows up at some random dude minding their own business because you're frustrated? If the sfw tickle community isn't for you, maybe try the nsfw one, or try to find a part of this community that isn't on Tumblr or discord. You got a lot of options. Come on, sit down, have a snack or a glass of water and listen to some music. Don't be so angry over something so minuscule

[existslikepristin]

Please, No Virginity Puns

The most recent thing I posted before tumblr. It was on Choerry's birthday, and I am proud of that.

Tags: TheLounge, Loona, Choerry, male reader insert, it's her birthday!, 100% butt stuff, I ate a thesaurus

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It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you get there?

Well, moments prior, you were sitting next to Choerry at your small dinner table. She’s always insisted on sitting as close to you as possible in order to enable near-constant snuggling. It’s gotten a little annoying here and there, but you can’t help but concede to her innocent demands whenever she smiles.

Of course, and not that you’ve ever complained about this, that’s not to say that her demands aren’t always entirely innocent. Most of the time they are, but not always.

That day, for example, you woke her up with breakfast in bed. It wasn’t tradition, but you were just getting her back for the last time she did it for you. And what better day to present her, prone, with a pancake, pulverized potato, and porridge parfait platter… with toppings… than her birthday?!

It can be hard to tell if Choerry is acting or not at times, but you’d like to think that her cartoonish level of enthusiasm for the treat was entirely real. She carried that sunshine throughout the rest of your day, skipping through the park, greeting everybody on the way to, inside, and on the way out of The Lounge, at the surprise party that you helped all of her members get her with, and when she dragged you to her room.

Not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips that night, so it was all the more surprising when she shoved you onto her bed and stated matter-of-factly-but-also-vaguely that she wanted you to put a thing in her butt. Her words came out of her mouth like shimmery soap bubbles.

You had to pause for a moment to process her words. You were certainly up for some sexy times with Choerry. You had anticipated it was going to happen when she put your hand down her pants near the end of the birthday party with no attempt at subtlety. But her exact word choices had you rubbing your temples out of exasperation, even as she stripped herself down to her ridiculously cherry red lingerie.

Your chance to admire that rare view was lost to history, however. She removed the lingerie from her body while she claimed your lips. Your disappointment at not getting the opportunity to remove it yourself quickly faded when she popped back up though.

Her breasts were as perky as her attitude, and also your dick. She was quick to notice the latter and made quick work of your clothes too. She sighed satisfactorily at the sight of your sword and stooped to supply it with a suck and some slickening slobber, so you suspected the sex was starting summarily; more swiftly than standard, it seemed.

Concerned for her well being, you made sure to ask if she had lube available. Again, you weren’t going to complain about her gusto, but she lacked the anal experience that some of your mutual friends had, at least you assumed. Sure enough, there was a bottle mere feet from her reach in her drawer. She grabbed it and jumped back on top of you, pouring it generously over her ass crack and your cock with surprising accuracy for someone so engaged with a hot and heavy kiss.

You were sure you had something to say on the matter. Perhaps some additional words of caution, maybe some other words of encouragement. It didn’t matter what you had to say anymore. Choerry was already on top of you, nude and keeping you muted with her tongue. How did you-- come back around to the exact same thought that the story began with?

“It’s okay, right?”

You attempted to blink away your stupefaction. “O-okay?”

“Mhm! For me to… you know!” She leaned in and whispered directly into your ear, “Put your penis in my butt.”

Ah, yes. The demand that you had nearly forgotten in her flurry of kisses, now slightly reworded to include your dick in the equation. “Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Just checking!”

“We’ve�� done this before.”

“I know!” Choerry swooped back in to continue kissing you, implying that she had no intention of expounding further. Her fingers wrapped around your cock, massaging the whole length to ensure that the lube had maximum coverage.

Your breath caught as you felt her readjusting you, tapping you around between her legs as she tried to match you up with her intended target purely via exploration. Your cock was ground between her ass cheeks, the tip slid over her clit, and dipped briefly into her pussy. A groan was the only complaint you could give to only being given a half second of her fantastic heat.

You didn’t have to wait long to get it back. Her ass opened up to the pressure she applied against it with your dick, but exceptionally slowly. Choerry released a series of little exclamations into your mouth as she pushed. She tossed the lube bottle to the side and snatched your hand, curling her fingers into your palm.

Finally, the last pop came, and was followed by a short slide. With no more manual guidance necessary, she grabbed your other hand as well, which promptly slipped out of her grip considering the amount of lube present.

Choerry released you from your kissy bliss to look at her slippery hand, a mixture of anger and amusement on her face. She tried a couple more times to hold your hand with it, but you liked this look. You easily slithered your hand out from under hers every time she slapped down. It was like watching a cat trying to catch a laser pointer.

It was just another reminder that no matter how deep inside Choerry you may physically be, she’ll never stop bringing a goofy-ass smile to your face.

Finally, you relented and entwined your fingers with hers, locking your knuckles together so you wouldn’t fall apart. She glared down into your eyes, but a grin still crept through. “Thank you,” she said, lips tight and nose scrunched up.

With you fully in her grasp, Choerry straightened herself up, allowing you the opportunity to look up and down her sublime figure. Though her movement caused her to cause you to penetrate her a bit further which caused her to flinch slightly, she kept herself aloft on her knees to not go too far all at once. She closed her eyes and took a series of deep breaths there, as calmly as if she was meditating.

As much as you wanted to go ham on her ham, you didn’t want to hurt her, so you contented yourself with watching her chest rise and fall. “Happy birthday…” you whispered.

“You’ve already told me that today,” Choerry intoned, eyes still closed like she was drifting off into her own little world.

You laughed. “I was saying it to myself! Have you seen you?”

She smiled again, and said three words in a voice that made it seem like she was speaking to an audience on the edge of their seats, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her fingers constricted around yours, so you questioned if she was, in fact, ready. But you wouldn’t be the one to stop her.

Choerry’s tight tush trucked its way toward the top of your tower twice to tighten her take on the task at the time, before torturously trending testicle-ward. She temporized without taking your entire tool.

So hypnotized were you with her graceful movement that you didn’t even notice the frustrated moan coming up your throat until it was too late.

Her eyes popped open. “I’m sorry!” She sounded like she meant it, too. “This is… tough.”

“Take your time,” you said, straining your voice for comic effect.

“Could have used that four paragraphs ago,” she said, continuing her extremely slow descent down your shaft.

The odd statement distracted you just long enough for Choerry to finish her drop. No longer did space separate your pelvises. You grew concerned again when she winced and bit her lip from the inside.

“Choerry, we really can do something else. Don’t hurt yourself please.”

She gave you an exaggerated, indignant gander. “Rhetorical question: Who gets to choose the cake on her birthday?”

You held in your “cake” joke.

“It’s me,” Choerry’s voice was far too chipper to make this talking-to sound as stern as you were sure she wanted it to come across as. “As birthday lady, I get to pick the cake, and I get to feed it to you if I want to.”

You held in your “cake feeding” joke.

“And tonight, the cake I pick is my bum.”

You opened your mouth to comment on her most excellent selection of the word “bum” in the midst of a scenario where your cock is fully inside of said bum, but you instead gasped a sharp breath.

Choerry ground forward, pulling your dick with her and anointing the lowermost part of your stomach with the juices being lightly sprinkled from her clit.

“Besiiides,” she continued, re-angling her hands to she could tickle the backs of yours, “We have all the lube! Even some that’s got a certain special flavor to it!”

“Just some?”

“Yeah, ooh,” she crooned, apparently quite enjoying the grind back down your pelvis, “I didn’t get it all at once. Now guess the flavor!”

You waited for her grinding to pause again to be able to think straight, “Does it start with a ‘C?’”

Her smile grew. “Yes!”

“Is it a fruit?”

“Yes!”

“Is it… cherry?”

“Failure!”

“Wha--”

“It’s coconut!”

If you weren’t so established in your hand holding with Choerry, you’d have palmed your face. Thankfully, thoughts of how she could have possibly expected you to guess that were pushed to the back of your mind as she resumed her removal of your breath with a series of fanciful body rolls.

Finally fucking her fanny felt fictional. For while not the first foray there, far-fetched was the philosophy that it was fielded often, the front being the favored fornication fissure for the foreseeable future. Unless, of course, you could make this an especially special session.

But woe was unto you. Choerry had the upper hand(s) figuratively as well as literally. But, perhaps, you thought, this was exactly what she wanted and you could wait your damn turn to take control.

And you liked letting her anally probe herself this way, so, you know, what were you to do but enjoy the ride?

Over the course of her self-imposed ravaging, Choerry’s meditative breaths became ragged. Her eyelids fluttered at regular intervals. Through it all, she held her phantasmagorical demeanor. A couple of times she reached for the lube bottle and shotgunned it somewhat inaccurately between her legs, but it did the job. You were happy to see that she was still considering her own comfort.

In fact, to your surprise, her mouth opened wide in a silent shout. Her core trembled anticipatorily. Her hands held yours with a colossally increased lewdness. And those two mystical words trickled from her tongue with a high-pitched susurration, “I’m… cumming…”

Choerry’s grinding came to a grinding halt. Her body jerked and she fell onto you. Your cock sprang free of her ass in, and as a result of, the same motion.

You untangled one of your hands to stroke her back in the most adoring fashion you could muster. After chewing on a thesaurus for the prior hour, you were sure neither of you really needed any more words.

She stayed there for a spell, and you were happy to let her. It was so late it was nearly no longer her birthday, but her birthday it still was. She deserved the rest, along with the rest of your undivided attention.

Her whole movement consisted of her back going up and down as her lungs attempted to revive her fighting spirit, and her thumb lovingly shifting over the divinatory lines on your palm. You wished she would do something about her hair plastered on your chin, but ninety-nine percent of paradise is paradise enough.

You were disappointed when Choerry rose once more, slimily straddling your stomach. She detached her hands from yours to give the hair on either side of her face a good backward flick over her shoulders, and she sighed with contentment.

It was a shock to hear her speak again after such a prolonged reticence, but her unerringly cheerful voice was entirely welcome nonetheless.

“More please.”

You couldn’t then, and you still can’t help but concede to her innocent demands. Her smile just touched the corner of her lips. Sure, some of her demands aren’t so innocent, but… How did you get here again?

[itsallyscorner]

Shapes In The Clouds

Request: can I request a Sebastian x reader (age gap) where he proposes?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: nun

A/n: Reposting because tumblr wants to be a lil bitch and not put my posts under the tag🙄 Hope you like it lovely, I’m so sorry for the long wait!💛

(Source: Pinterest)

You were a simple girl. You didn’t need anything extravagant or too loud just to appreciate something. You found joy in the smallest of things even if it was a bad situation you found the brighter side of things. You didn’t like being the center of attention. Honestly it terrified you if all the attention were on you. The eyes of everyone on you watching your every move made you want to sink into the floor and hide away from it all. You were quiet but you weren’t shy, your personality was the epitome of sunshine, as Sebastian would say.

Weirdly enough you ended up being the girlfriend of an actor. The opposite of everything you avoided. He had a different lifestyle. Movie sets, red carpets, bright lights, and parties were what his life consisted of. While yours was made up of offices, magazines, cups of coffees, and sleepless nights of endless work. Thankfully, Seb was one of the private ones. Yes, he was active on social media but that didn’t mean he shared every second of his life on Instagram.

Soon the messages turned into dates, and the dates turned into overnight stays at each other’s apartments. Now a year and a half later you two are living together in a homey apartment in the hidden streets of Manhattan.

You heard the sheets rustle as the human furnace beside you shifted in the bed. The arm resting on your chest tightened its grip around you, pulling you closer to their body. A content sigh left the body beside you.

“Sebba.” You groggily mumble, sleep still evident in your voice. You interlaced your fingers with his, cuddling his arm.

“Buna dimineata iubirea mea.” He greeted you with his morning voice that you were oh so fond of. You lazily giggle and turn in his grip, snuggling into his chest. A low chuckle emitted from his chest as he breathed in your familiar scent mixed with your shampoo. The scent together made him feel like he was home. You are his home.

“Don’t go jogging today.” You tangle your limbs with his and made sure to hang onto him like a sloth.

“Give me a good reason not to.”

“I’ll cuddle the fuck out of you.” You finally open your eyes and rub the sleep out of them. You were greeted with Sebastian’s crooked smile and his steel blue eyes. His hand reaches to brush some hair away from your face, his hand settles itself on your cheek.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” He feigns a thoughtful look as if he were debating with his options. Jogging or cuddling? Although Sebastian had other plans besides jogging or cuddling.

“But you’re a huge softie when it comes to my cuddles.” You stare up at him with puppy eyes. Sebastian nuzzles his nose against yours before answering, “I am, but I have other plans for today.”

“Like what?” You ask sitting up, “Today’s not an anniversary or something…right?”

“No, it’s not don’t worry.” He assures you. But it will be, Sebastian thought to himself.

You move to sit on his lap. Naturally, Sebastian shifts and rests his hands around your waist, his palms press against your lower back as he gazes up at you.

“Well, what did you have in plan, babe?” You ask threading your fingers into his hair. Sebastian hums in content.

“How about we pick up some food from that cafe you’ve been wanting to try near Central Park and have a picnic?” He suggests with hopeful eyes. He really hoped you would agree to his plan.

“Ooo, I haven’t been on a picnic in a while now. Let’s do it, I’m down.” You instantly perk up at the mention of a picnic. You missed being outside and sitting on the grass eating while admiring the view.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence.

“I guess that means we should get up now, huh?” Sebastian scrunches his nose.

“One more minute.” He mutters pulling you down so your head is resting in the crook of his neck.

“Make it two.”

🕗 Time Skip

You and Sebastian walked hand in hand on the streets of NY. The weather was perfect. There was a nice autumn breeze and it wasn’t too cold nor too hot. Sebastian knew this was your favorite kind of weather. Only because you got to wear knitted sweaters, ankle boots, and one of his jackets that were quite big on you.

The two of you walked towards the park. A bag of pastries in one of your hands and a tray of iced coffees in Seb’s free hand. When you guys finally found a secluded spot to sit at, Sebastian took out a blanket from his backpack. You guys sat across each other on the blanket, the pastries and coffees in between you two.

You open the bag and pull out a pain au chocolat (basically a chocolate croissant) from the variety of pastries. Holding it up to Sebastian’s mouth you ask, “You want first bite?”

He answers by opening his mouth wide and taking a huge bite. He moans as he chewed.

“Holy shit, that’s good.” You decide to take a bite yourself. When the buttery flakes of the croissant mixed with the chocolate filling entered your mouth it was like pure Heaven.

“Oh, wow.” Sebastian took an iced coffee out from the tray and gave it shake. He takes a straw out of the bag and pokes it into the lid. He held the cup up to you and motioned for you to take a sip. You hum in delight as you take the coffee from his hands. The next few minutes consisted of the two of you eating breakfast, feeding each other food, or wiping crumbs off the other’s face.

The pastries were now long gone. The two of you laid back on the blanket. Your head was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You listened to his steady heartbeat as you two pointed out shapes in the clouds. Though his heartbeat began to quicken as you pointed at a specific cloud.

“Hey, that one looks like a ring!” You laugh as you point at the cloud. Sebastian freezes at the mention of a ring. His eyes widen for a millisecond before he regains himself.

“Where do you see that?” You gently place your hand on his chin to navigate his attention towards the cloud.

“Look, there’s the band and then there’s the diamond!” You trace out the shapes with your finger. Sebastian feels his breath get deeper and his hands getting clammy.

This was a sign from the universe that you should do this NOW, he thought to himself.

He pats his jean pocket to see if the box that held forever was still there. He let out a sigh of relief and adjusted himself so he was sitting up. While doing so he sat you up so you were sitting across from him.

“Funny you mention a ring.” He chuckles as he lovingly gazed into your eyes. A smile was on your face but the questionable look on you had was obvious. Sebastian takes your hand in his and runs his thumb across the top of it. He brings your hand up to his soft lips, his scruff tickling your fingers as he presses a kiss on it.

“I love you.” He began eyes admiring the different aspects of your face. “I love you so damn much.”

You laugh as you pat his cheek, “I love you too, baby. What’s going on?”

Sebastian takes both your hands into his.

“You are, the greatest thing that has happened to me. Sure, I’ve been in big movies and have a successful career. But that can all go away one day. One thing that I know for sure is that you won’t. For the last two years you’ve been the only constant in my life. You’ve stuck with me through thick and thin. You’ve been so patient and understanding with me and my horrendous schedules. Even when people hated on us for our differences, you didn’t give up on us. You’re the most amazing, beautiful, and talented woman I’ve ever met. I admire you and everything about you. Every little thing you do, that little nose scrunch, the way you hang onto me like a koala, everything.” Sebastian pauses as a nervous chuckle emits from his chest. You look at him in awe, tears forming in your eyes.

“You deserve the absolute world. I don’t know how I got lucky to deserve someone like you. I know this is a really shitty way of doing it but I just couldn’t help myself. I can’t hold it in any longer. I want all of you, for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me.” Tears are full on streaming down your face as Seb briefly lets go of your hands to get the box out of his pocket. He wipes the tears from his eyes to see you clearly.

“Wait, stand up. I have to at least do this part properly.” He helps you up to your feet as he kneels before you on one knee. He opens the infamous blue box from Tiffany’s. A store you’ve been fond of after watching Audrey Hepburn’s Breakfast At Tiffany’s. The box reveals a ring with a fairly large diamond that shone in the sunlight.

You wipe the tears from your face as you look down at him. Sebastian’s eyes shone in the light as they held your gaze. With one hand in his, he asked you, “(y/n) (m/n) (l/n), will you marry me?”

You immediately nod your head as you move to cradle his face in your hands.

“Yeah. Yes! Oh my god, yes, I’ll marry you!” You lean down as you bring his face closer to yours. Your lips meet in the middle. Time stopping when they touched, as he pulled you down for a passionate kiss, ignoring the taste of the salty tears that ran down your faces. You pull away for air, Sebastian quickly pecks your lips before you’re out of arms length.

He takes your left hand and slides the ring onto your ring finger. The ring fits you perfectly.

“I can’t believe you’re my fiancé oh my god!” You say in disbelief as you wrap your arms around Sebastian.

“Me either. I finally did it.” Sebastian says, mostly to himself. He’s been holding onto that ring for two months now, it’s about time he popped the question.

You lovingly stroke his cheek as your other arm is draped around his shoulder.

“Te iubesc mult.” You whisper against his lips, a smile making its way on your face. Sebastian’s smile grows even more when he hears you speak in his native language.

“Si eu te iubesc.” He replies as he smiles fondly at you.

“Also, are you crazy, Tiffany’s? Seb, that’s so expensive, I would’ve been fine with something else!” You scold him lightly smacking his chest. Sebastian chuckles as his arms squeeze you into his chest.

“I don’t care. You deserve the best.”

“As long as I’m with you, that’s all that matters.”

translations

Buna dimineata iubirea mea - Good morning my love

Te iubesc mult - I love you a lot

Si eu te iubesc - I love you too

[txemrn]

Cute Without the "E"

Happy 100 weeks of fluffy, angsty and smutty prompts,@wackydrabbles! Thank you so much for all you do to create such a fun environment here on tumblr! I am participating this week with prompt #100: "This is huge--we need to celebrate!" (The prompt will be in bold)

Book: The Nanny Affair

Warning: language; brief allusions of promiscuity and sensuality

Word count: 1267 (+/-)

A/N: What happens when you message your amazingly talented TNA sister and friend in the wee hours of the morning about Sam and Robin being in an emo band? I think it's obvious...@sfb123 I. Can. Not. The pic is absolutely AMAZING! Thank you so much for donating your time and creativity to make me laugh! You NEVER cease to amaze me. Love you, dearly! Big thanks to @chemist-ana and @shannonwrote for pre-reading! These characters belong to Pixelberry.

Title of the Fic/Lyrics in Fic: "Cute Without the 'E' (Cut from the Team)" by Taking Back Sunday (undeniably the BEST emo band to have ever existed)

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“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Ending his phone call with a hushed tone, Sam quietly pulls the door shut to his bedroom. He tiptoes carefully across the hardwood floors, carrying a large duffle bag. He turns the corner to the foyer; now, all he has to do is make it down the elevator, and his secret rendezvous remains just that: a secret.

“Sam?” He freezes mid-stride. “Where are you going?”

“Brynn!” Sam startles, turning on his heel. “Hi, baby!” His voice cracks in the midst of his unnatural peppy tone. He casually drops his bag behind his back before reaching out to hug his girlfriend. “Is, uh--” he kisses her as she raises an eyebrow, “--is the conference call with Tokyo over?”

“Dr. Matsuo is having technical difficulties,” Brynn’s eyes dart to the large duffle bag on the floor before glaring at Sam. “--so we’re taking a break for him to grab another computer”

“Oh, well, in that case--” Sam bounds to the kitchen, “--let’s grab you some coffee. You want some dessert?” He turns around, discovering that Brynn didn’t follow him. “Brynn?” He panics, jogging out of the room. “Brynn?”

“Whoa!” They collide in the hallway, but Sam tries to play it off by tangling his hands in her hair, forcing her into more sweet kisses. She puts her hands up in surrender, pushing his body off of hers. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird.” His words are quick, almost mumbled as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“See?” She scoffs into a snicker. “That was weird.”

“N--No it wasn’t.”

Brynn’s eyelids lower, glaring at her boyfriend. Her eyes quickly shift to the duffle bag, then back to Sam. “What are you hiding?” She subtly turns towards the foyer.

“Hiding--?”

“What’s in the duffle bag?” Brynn and Sam slowly look at the duffle bag before glaring back at each other. An eerie silence hangs in the air as if a challenge has been issued. In an instant, they both sprint to the bag. They crash painfully into each other before falling to the floor. “C’mon--Sam--” she grunts as she pulls on the handles. “Let! Go!”

“There’s--nothing--to--OW!” He suddenly screeches, letting go of the bag. “Fucking Succubus! What are those? Talons?” Sam massages his hand as a satisfied Brynn sits cross-legged in victory, locking eyes with him. She puts her fingers on the zipper, taunting him. She slides her hand inside a front pocket.

She gasps. "What is this--?"

“Okay, wait--" he warns.

Brynn pulls out an ornate invitation with silver filigree that says, 'Class of 2002'.

"I can--I can explain."

She continues to read until she abruptly smiles at Sam. "Sam! It's an invite to your twenty-year high school reunion!"

"Yeah, well--" Sam rubs the back of his neck timidly.

"We're going, right? I mean, this is huge--we need to celebrate!"

"Yeah, I mean, of course. I mean--" his face drops as he sighs. "I kinda, sorta have to."

"Why? Is everyone just dying to see what became of the homecoming king?" She jests, booping him on the nose.

"Nominated. I was nominated for homecoming king.”

“Of course, you were,” she rolls her eyes before giggling. She turns her attention back to the bag when Sam interrupts her again.

“Okay, Brynn, look--" he searches for the right words. "--there's a lot about my past--about me in high school you don't know about yet--"

"Sam," she chuckles with a knowing smile. "I already know about the girls from the cheerleading squad--"

He sighs with irritation. "Fucking Robin--!"

"-- and the girls from the JV squad and the captain and co-captain of the pep squad--"

"Fuckin' A--!"

"--at the same time!" Brynn bites her bottom lip to stifle a laughter. "And then he mentioned some girl named Delaney--?"

"-- Jesus Christ! Robin went on one date with her! One--!" He drags his fingers down his face in frustration.

Brynn grabs his hands in amusement. "My point, Mr. Dalton, is I know full-well that you were a bit wild in your youth. You even told me that. Let's see," she starts to count on her fingers, "you vandalized the opposing school's basketball gym; you totaled your dad's Bentley--"

"Okay, you can stop now--"

"--and then you let Robin take the blame!"

Sam snickers under his breath. "Dad was so pissed, had Robin packing his things to kick him out--"

"Sam!" Brynn playfully pushes his shoulder. "You’re such an asshole!"

Sam playfully grabs Brynn’s arm. Pulling her into his lap, he gives her bottom a swift spank, making her yelp with glee. "Am I still an asshole?" He presses his lips into her supple pout.

"Mmmm,” Brynn licks her lips, lowering her voice. “One that needs to be punished--"

"Ooooo--" Sam crashes his lips into her mouth again, nibbling on her lips. "--Daddy likes."

As their kissing becomes deeper, enthralled with passion, Brynn finally pulls away from his tongue. "But wait a minute," she grabs the duffle bag, "what's with you being so shady? What's even in this bag?"

“Um,” he swallows thickly, “well--”

“And why do you ‘kinda, sorta have to go’?” she air-quotes, mimicking his deep voice.

“Okay, fine.” Sam sighs, rubbing the stubble of his chin. “You really want to know?”

“What gave you that impression, Sam?” Brynn sasses, pinching Sam’s arms.

“Okay, smartass,” Sam chuckles before becoming serious. “In high school, I was in a band.”

“That’s it?” She punches out a cheeky laugh. “Sam, I’ve know that since, gosh--” she puts her hand on her forehead,”--shoot, I know it was before your engagement party.”

“Really?”

“Yes, because when we were dancing, I was shocked you had such terrible rhythm--” She widens her eyes, watching for his reaction.

“Hey! I’ve got rhythm,” he says defensively.

“Uh-huh. Sure, you do,” Brynn nods sardonically. Sam begins to tickle Brynn, causing her to jump, straddling his lap.

“Want me to prove it to you?,” he bucks his hips into Brynn, bearing an impish grin. Brynn lets out a hearty laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Okay, now that?” she seals his lips with hers as she rocks her hips into his. “You do have impeccable rhythm.” She combs her fingers through his hair as he grips tightly to her ass. She teases him, licking his top lip. “So, the band is why you have to go?” Her eyes widen with joy. “Oh my God, are you playing at your reunion?”

Sam leans back on his hands, chuckling. “You guessed it, and I have practice tonight.”

“Sam! That’s incredible!” she endearingly strokes his cheek. “So, tell me: what kind of music did you play?”

Suddenly the elevator dings of someone’s arrival to the penthouse, forcing Brynn to dismount from Sam. As the doors shuffle open to reveal it’s passenger, Sam and Brynn are greeted with the gravelly growl of a singing baritone.

“... and will you tell all your friends

You've got your gun to my head

This all was only wishful thinking…”

Brynn stands up in disbelief. Wearing an old black Ramones t-shirt is Robin, complete with skinny jeans, a studded belt, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. His long, chestnut locks are spiked out. “Robin?” Brynn curiously approaches the sight. “Are you wearing guy-liner?”

Abruptly, it hit Brynn like a lightening bolt as she zips open Sam’s duffle bag. “No. Fucking. Way.” She dumps out the contents of the bag: a black shirt with a skull on it, black skinny jeans, a black pair of Vans, and Brynn’s favorite Urban Decay eyeliner.

“Oh my God, Sam!” She stares at him in shock, trying to hide her smile. “Were you in an emo band?”

***

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[theyarebothgunshot]

ROSE I AM FREAKING OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THE PREQUEL STUFF???? WHAT IS GOING ON, my god... I was literally about to go to sleep, decided to check Tumblr one last time and see this.... what WHAT!! WHATTTT!!!!!! I don't even know if this is good bad or what but just JENSEN IS PRODUCING A SUPERNATURAL PREQUEL AND DEAN'S GONNA BE THE NARRATOR OR Sth LIKE???? -🐸

YEAH i am normal about this <3 (jk i am also freaking out) welcome to: people screaming to me in my inbox about prequelgate ft. j/2 fallout theory. let's goooo!

Another copypasta and suddenly chaos machine is full on gay I love this prophecy

you know whats funny i just checked the j/2 tag and i feel like for the first time in a long time they are starting to realise that maybe THEY should be the ones who are "gutted" *sips tea*

ROSE HOLY SHIT ROOOOOOOOSE ITS HAPPENING HOLY SHIIIIIT

YEAH

Nevermind just read prequel and well good luck I guess but just you know kind of bleh who wants to watch John Winchester well let’s have hope anyways

i know a lot of people are bummed out but i am kind of very excited actually?? i trust robbie and even though yeah j*hn winchester turned into a nasty abusive bastard, it can be interesting to explore how it all started (imo). it's just the first of many stories they can tell.

I can only accept this circus if it’s Dean telling the stories to his and Cas’ kids and then we have a revival to show that the whole finale was in fact the end Chuck wanted there Jensen I fixed it

i would not say no to this

heyloo bee anon here

um- wtf is happening?

jackles prequel series?? why? i want to be excited about this but sheesh im scared

because supernatural is never dead <3

okay, but, jensen... john winchester ≠ jdm, you don’t have to go /that/ hard for him 🙃

true true... though i am waiting for jdm to comment on this, please i need it

WAIT A SECOND J2 FALLOUT THEORY TRUE??

LMAO HELL YEAH BESTIE

Rose you really picked the worst time to sleep for real

bestie it was literally 4 in the morning, what do you expect from me sdfjsfhsf

I can’t literally can’t we were all right LMAO j2 fallout theory is real and cockles (Misha supporting Jensen) is [gunshots] I’m just laughing cause what the hell is this timeline we’re living LMAOOOOOOOOOO

we would always end up here <3

Do we have the copypaste anons to thank for JP basically confirming the J2 fallout? lol 🦚

yes, everybody say 'thanks annoying idiots!'

ROSE, WAKE UP, COME HERE,

THERE'S A LOT GOING ON FFS

YEAH I KNOW BUT I NEEDED SLEEP

Anticipating that there's going to be a lot of yelling about the prequel on here: I am cackling, but also, I mean, the first time Dean got a look into his parent's past, Cas was the catalyst: literally entered Dean's mind and catapulted him to the 70s. So idk, it's not completely unreasonable to expect some Cas cameos, maybe setting up a parallel timeline since Dean is narrating. What I'm saying is, this is Jackles, he's getting JDM and Misha in on this lmao -Honeymoon Anon

you were right lmfaooo also i fully agree. misha's tweet further cemented that thought for me. he knew about this prequel and i dont think he is cas-baiting us, i think he'll be involved. i'd also be obsessed to see jensen and jdm act together again (though idk who jdm could play seeing as it's a prequel and he is way too old to play young j*hn)

longlivethetribbles heeft gevraagd:

Heyyyyyy bestie, are you SEEING the absolute madness going on right now holy shit

well a little late but I SURE AM BESTIE

bestie wake up pls s16 finale just dropped.

- 🍯

and WHAT a great one it was

I love coming home from work to see all of the chaos unfolding on Tumblr and Twitter. I'm absolutely buzzing right now. I'll probably still be here by the time you wake up and check tumblr 😂 - 🐢

lmaooo and were you still awake?? did you see my freak out??

Oooh bestie wake the fuck up, I know you’re gonna be excited for this one jsnsjsj

god i had SUCH a morning like. it's 12:00 now and all i did since i woke up is check tumblr rip

short summary: jen and dee gain the rights, they post on ig/twitter about a prequel ft john and mary that no one asked for, the fandom loses its everloving shit as usual, they trend on twitter thanks to the beloved twt intern who missed us, misha qt’s jen about cas possibly benefiting from being in the prequel, then j*red qt’s jensen abt how his feelings got hurt by him not being told about a prequel his character as no involvement in & he initially throws a tantrum, and the rest is history - 🦋 anon (ps: i hope this helps a little, i’ve been scattered brained trying to keep up with it all night lmao so pls let me know if i missed anything, bug crew !!)

thank you so much darling i figured it out eventually but this is a helpful summary!!!

I hope you enjoyed waking up to all of this XD -🐢

i sure did!!! also that answers my question about you being awake lmao

I WILL NEVER EVER EVER FORGIVE MYSELF FOR SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS DRAMA AND NOT EXPERIENCING IT IN PERSON I DIDN'T NEED THIS SLEEP - tea anon

well the party was still going strong this morning so im not TOO "gutted" see what i did there lmaooo

Now that you are caught up with the news... So idk if you remember this but...didn't jarpad tell jackles he was up for a reboot in an online panel? And jackles answered that this was news to him??

-🍯

yeah i think you are right but he was clearly joking and didnt expect jackles to actually be working on something already

J2 anon spare more of those anons let's finish this - tea anon

please, we're having a ball in this bitch

I saw a post on tumblr where someone said now that Kripke gave J&D the rights, maybe they’re starting with a prequel just to end on a reboot in years time and honestly ? I wanna believe that so badly. This is tinhatty but what if this is all calculated in a way that makes it so that Jensen is slowly starting to fix everything that was wrong with spn - now that he has the rights and he’s slowly making spn his own story ?! I mean he did say in his ig post he wants to ‘fill in the rest’ - and maybe Mary and John’s story is only the beginning of spn related content from J&D to come ??? Maybe he wants to give spn the justice it deserves ?? Thoughts ??

i dont think this is tinhatty at all i think this is very possible and not that much of a reach. i could see this happening yeah for sure

want to hear something funny. I found out I had a ruptured blood vessel in my eye because I was sending my friend a video freaking out when the prequel news dropped and I noticed the corner of my eye was red af. and when I got back online jared had tweeted.

DJFHSJD ANON THE CHAOS OF IT ALL, HELP, are you okay? <3

rose.. bestie... how are you feeling about The News? nsfshsf being european is a curse </3 ����

i feel GREAT im living for it i feel on top of the world tbh (and yeah it really is dsjfhs)

What am I waking up to I can't WHAT I rested my eyes for like 5 minutes help *hits reblog button* - anon anon

yep yep essentially djfhs

“Jensen and Misha are Co workers who barley talk”

I can’t be sure of course but I’m fairly certain that this is the copypasta that brought the j/2 fallout theory back to life. Who’s apparently ‘barely talking’ now? skansjsjsj. It’s almost prophetic, these j/2 anons have superpowers I’m telling ya.

-poker face anon

next time we get one of them we should be thanking them lmaooo

ok, but are we gonna talk about the "When Daneel and I formed Chaos Machine Productions, we knew that the first story we wanted to tell was the story of John and Mary Winchester [...]"-quote because the way this is phrased implies they formed CHAOS MACHINE Productions with the intent of telling this story (first), i haven't been in this dumpster long enough but the name just tickles me in that Misha way, isn't it so sus??? am i missing something???? i mean with this announcement they SURE lived up to that name... 🧩-anon

you are absolutely right, chaos machine SCREAMS misha and we are all here for it!!

hey hey hey. joining the clownverse, there's no way THEE cas girl danneel doesn't know just how much the fandom loves misha and cas. so 2 + 2 = misha in the spn prequel!

AGREED

So I think I finally managed to catch up on wtf happened while I was asleep and my brain melted. What a shit show to wake up to.

Anyway thoughts.

I don't hate the idea of a Mary&John sequel. I think it has the potential to be good (It has the potential to be really bad too, so I'm kind scared).

🕯️🕯️🕯️ manifesting Mary being badass and John being kinda useless🕯️🕯️🕯️

As for the Jensen and J*red thing.

I can see Jensen not telling J*red even if they are still friends, because J*red is kinda good at accidentally telling Secrets. He could have told him right before he announced it so, so that J*red didn't have to find out from twitter. He was on the show for 15 years, he is bound to get asked about it. The public twitter meltdown was really unprofessional so. Like you have Jensen's number J*red. You could have sorted that out in private like a normal person, but instead you choose to act like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Is it weird that I'm actually going to be kinda that for them if the actually had a falling out, even tho I don't like J*red all that much. They seemed to be really important to each other and while I thought before that the might have triefted apart a bit, I didn't think that the where actively fighting.

- 🐌 anon

the thing is, the polite/normal thing for jensen to do was text him before announcing it on twitter. it's weird he didn't, and that makes me believe that maybe yeah they did have a falling out. especially with the way j*red responded to it on twitter. if he had no other reason to be this upset (no prior beef or falling out) you'd think that he wouldn't be responding like this. on the other hand, the man is a mysterie to me so who the hell knows. i'm not gonna mourn about it if they did/do grow apart because j*red is just.... awful imo.

[pipsqueakparker]

pipsqueakparker’s fic masterlist

decided that this might be a fun thing to do and keep my focus for a while, so i’m finally compiling all of my AO3 fics and tumblr drabbles together here! separated by series & rating, hopefully i’ll keep this updated, please enjoy and pardon that i don’t use proper summaries just the ‘AKA’ titles that i always give my fics. 

SERIES

dirty little secrets;

tags: first kiss, secret relationship, watford eighth year AU

1. kiss me, AKA The One Where Simon Snow Actually Figured It Out (T) 2. don’t tell anyone, AKA The Accidental Sequel To That One Ficlet (T) 3. who has to know, AKA The One Where The Boys Really Test Their Abilities To Keep Secrets (G)

gamer-guru playlist; 

tags: youtuber AU, non-magical, gamer simon/beautuber baz, pining, (eventual first kisses and the like) 

1. Like & Subscribe, AKA The One Where Simon & Baz Are YouTubers & Secretly In Love (G)

a five-years-later au; 

tags: christmas fic, proposal fic, and just lots of dirty, dirty deeds, honeymoon, turning

1. you’re a fit one, mr. grinch, AKA The One Where It’s Their Fifth Anniversary And Simon Has Some Questionable Kinks (E) 2. new memories, AKA Another One Where Baz Proposes (E) 3. for-fucking-ever, AKA The One With The Honeymoon (E)

MULTI-CHAPTER

simon snow’s guide to the perfect pride, AKA Simon & Baz Attend Their First Pride (Complete, 3/3) 

tags: post-carry on AU, pride fic, vacation fic

RATING: GENERAL

the one with baz’s ridiculous beauty routines, AKA does what it says on the tin (words: 1335)

tags: post-canon, drabble

read to me, AKA The One Where We All Indulge In The Idea Of Baz Reading To Simon Cause It’s Cute Okay? (words: 1316) 

tags: drabble, fluff

new year’s eve, AKA The One With The Semi-Cliche NYE Kiss (words: 1565) 

tags: drabble, first kiss

tell me you need me, AKA The One Where Simon Wants To Be Wanted (words: 1407)

tags: drabble, fluff

that tickles, AKA The One Where Simon Finds Out Something New (words: 803) 

tags: drabble, tickling, morning fluff

i missed you, AKA The One Where Baz Is A Big Ol’ Softie (words: 440) 

tags: drabble, fluff

1:24 AM, AKA The One Where Baz & Simon & Their Cat Cuddle (words: 900) 

tags: drabble, sleepy cuddles 

swing, AKA The One Where Simon & Baz Make Out In A Park (words: 762) 

tags: drabble, post-CO, pre-WS, fluff & snogging

baz’s first halloween, AKA The One Where Simon & Baz Take Mordelia Trick or Treating (words: 2312) 

tags: domestic fluff, halloween fic

Eclipsed, AKA The Sad One Post Break-Up (words: 971) 

tags: post-WS, angst

the one where they’re lesbians, AKA The One Where They’re Lesbians (words: 1217) 

tags: genderswap, fluff

the taste of my love, AKA The One With Their First Valentine’s Day (words: 3568)

tags: valentine’s fic, firsts, fluff

five more minutes, AKA The One With Soft, Sleepy Kisses And Cuddles (words: 456)

tags: drabble, fluff

night terrors, AKA The One Where Baz Sleeps In Simon’s Arms, Peacefully (words: 1065)

tags: drabble, watford AU

overgrown, AKA The One With Sleepy Sofa Snuggles (words: 390)

tags: drabble

RATING: TEEN & UP

confetti & communication, AKA The One Where Baz Is On A Curious Search (words: 1035) 

tags: mention of sex toys, early relationship

getting better, AKA The One Where Simon Just Wants to Be A Fool in Love (words: 3060) 

tags: fluff & light angst, confessions of love, early relationship, post-canon 

a selfish request, AKA The One Where Baz Should Be Doing Anything Else (words: 349) 

tags: drabble

heavy sleeper, AKA The One Where Simon Has to Wake Baz, Creatively (words: 929) 

tags: drabble, fluff

hold me, AKA The One Where Baz Is Low-Key Affection-Starved And Asks For It (words: 536) 

tags: drabble, touch-starved, baz being horny for general affection

three years, AKA The One Where Baz... (words: 1873) 

tags: drabble, idiots in love, proposal fic

Homemade, AKA The One For Baz’s Birthday (words: 3006)

tags: birthday fic, fluff

frail, AKA The One Where Simon Isn’t Fragile (words: 1369)

tags: drabble, love confession

seven minutes, AKA The One With The Dumb Party Game (words: 1269)

tags: drabble, first kiss

solid-c’s, AKA The One Where Baz Distracts Simon This Time (words: 908)

tags: drabble, fluff

better than fighting, AKA The One That’s Just Gratuitously Making Out (words: 485) 

tags: drabble, they’re just making out folks

the snack that smiles back, AKA, The One Where Simon Is The Greatest Boyfriend Ever (words: 2150) 

tags: future fic, domestic bliss, blood drinking

it’s all about intentions, AKA Simon’s Birthday Fic 2020 (words: 3485)

tags: birthday fluff, happy birthday simon snow

RATING: MATURE 

f.y.e, AKA The One Where Simon Really Is Trying To Be The Downfall of Baz’s Education (words: 563) 

tags: drabble, simon distracting baz

3 times baz didn't mean to use his thrall + 1 time he did (a butter & jam remix), AKA The One Where Baz’s Thrall Is The Only Plot Point (words: 3232)

tags: thrall, remixed fic, mild sexual content, implied thrall fornicating

RATING: EXCPLICIT 

Brought to Heel, AKA The One Where Baz Wears Heels And... More (Then Less) (words: 7982) 

tags: porn without plot, porn with feelings

pleasin’ season, AKA The One Where They Get Off In The Kitchen This Time (words: 1452) 

tags: thirsty boys, hand jobs

adequate, AKA The One Where They Make A Mess (words: 1332)

tags: first time, blow jobs

reflection, AKA The One Where They Finally Get Off (words: 3058)

tags: mutual masturbation, post-WS, porn with feelings

double vision, AKA The One Where There Are Two Bazes (words: 5502)

tags: clone/doppleganger sex, gratuitous oral sex

[psycho-slytherin]

Bonus chapter: Truth or Dare

Thanks to @minprismpowermakeup for the idea~ <3

Context: This takes place around Strangers ch. 33, after y/n and Yoongi have begun filming Moon Over the Sea. This content is not relevant to the main Strangers plot. 

WC: 1.8k love it when a bonus chapter is longer than some actual content

|mlist|

A/N: Namjoon really wrecked me during the awards stages ok I’m not projecting I’m just projecting

“Okay, y/n, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you yawn, making yourself comfortable. You’re sleepy, it’s past two in the morning, and you don’t wanna get up.

“Anyone got a good one for the token ARMY?” Hoseok asks, looking around at the other members sprawled on various pieces of furniture and carpet. You stick your tongue out at Hoseok on hearing your title.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Seokjin asks from below you, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle at you.

“I already answered that, and no.” You swat the eldest member, who’s laying on the couch with his head in your lap. “Bitch, I just ended a relationship and webcomics continue to convince me that men are trash. Besides, I barely get to sleep– when am I gonna have time to catch feelings?”

“Blehhh, boring.”

“I can drink if y’all can’t think of anything,” you say, already reaching for the bottle to refill your wine glass. Hey, you were feeling classy tonight.

“No, wait, wait, I have one!” Jungkook leans forward eagerly. “Have you ever written... fanfiction?”

Ah, shit.

You press your lips together to keep a straight face. Lately it seems you’ve been using more of your acting skills when you spend time with the boys than you do for school and work combined. “Have I ever, at any point, written fanfiction for any fandom? Yes.”

“Was it…” Jungkook leans even closer, his long hair almost hitting you in the face. “BTS fanfiction?”

You smile, choosing your words carefully. “Unfortunately, Kookie dearest, I already answered my truth.”

“She’s avoiding the question!” Jungkook hollers, far too loudly for the time of night. “You guys know what that means~”

It’s as though all signs of sleepiness have vanished– every member sits up, and with Jin’s weight off, you realize your legs have fallen asleep. 

“C’mon, guys…” you’re met with seven pairs of eager eyes, focusing on your favorite. “Et tu, Yoongs?”

A corner of Yoongi’s mouth turns upward in that oh-so-familiar smirk. “What can I say– I’ve got a cat’s curiosity.”

“Don’t let Holly hear that,” you reply, tossing a pillow at him. He snatches it out of the air without moving from his curled-up position in his favorite armchair. You’re reminded again of how he’s so adorable when he looks that small.

“So?” Jimin asks eagerly. “Have you ever written fanfiction about us?”

You could lie. God knows it would be easy. But the far more fun option wouldn’t be lying… it would simply be not telling the truth.

“I would love to answer that, but unfortunately it’s not my turn anymore,” you reply airily, delighting in the boys’ groans. “So, Joon, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Namjoon replies, his eyes confident. He really could bring anyone to their knees with just a glance. As your first bias, Namjoon has always had a special effect on you.

“I dare you to let Kookie and Tae tickle you.”

“Wait, what?”

You check your watch. “For, say, one minute.”

Namjoon backs away nervously from the predatory advance of the maknaes, all signs of bravado gone. “C’mon… ah, y/n, this is too cruel…”

“Who was it that dared me to drink a shot of soy sauce?” You ask smugly. “And who dared me to catcall Jin?” Your plan is to distract the boys, and luckily you have plenty of material to work with. Namjoon especially always seems perfectly sadistic when assigning dares.

“As if you weren’t thinking that stuff anyways,” Seokjin says dismissively.

You roll your eyes, focusing on the leader’s imminent torture. “One minute, starting… now!”

At your signal, Taehyung and Jungkook leap like feral dogs upon Namjoon, who falls to the floor with a thump, laughing uncontrollably: “Ah! Guys! S-sto-ah!”

You sit back in satisfaction as the clock winds down, figuring you’ve suitably distracted your friends from their original prey. 

Your hopes are dashed soon enough. Namjoon gets back up, fire in his eyes. “Y/n.”

Dammit. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“Truth or dare?”

Well, what does he think? “Dare.” Obviously. You’d die before letting them read the stories that you, in your lust-addled fangirl’s mind, wrote so long ago. 

“I dare you to give Yoongi hyung a hickey.”

Wait, what? “Yo, Joon, that’s not cool–” Yoongi is quick to complain, but Namjoon silences him with a raised hand. Meanwhile you’re frozen to your seat, feeling as though all your blood has simultaneously rushed into your face and fled your body entirely. Sure, you guys have toed the line of what’s proper during these late-night games, and as the only woman you’ve tended to get the brunt of it, but to give Yoongi a hickey? To press your lips, your tongue, your teeth to his smooth skin?

Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure you’ve written that into a fanfic at some point anyways.

“Dude. No.” You say, at last finding your voice. “C’mon, that’s ridiculous.” You spare a glance at Yoongi, who you can tell is trying to keep a straight face. Still his clenched jaw and rapid blinking give away his anxiety, and– no. You couldn’t do something like that to Yoongi, who so clearly would hate it.

Namjoon raises a brow, his expression void of mercy. “You could always choose truth.”

You laugh nervously. You didn’t anticipate this, and now… “Can I take a drink instead?”

The leader shakes his head. When he speaks, it’s as though his voice is made of steel. When did he become so intense? “Nope. Truth or dare. Pick one.”

You inhale deeply. Dammit, Yoongs, you owe me one. “Truth.”

Immediately all tension melts from Namjoon’s gaze, and he breaks into the dorky grin you’re so familiar with. “Yes! Quick, guys, before she changes her mind!”

Your eyes widen. “No, wait–”

Hoseok pounces. “Have you ever written BTS fanfiction, and if so, what was it about?”

Fucking hell. You’ll get Joon back for this. 

“Uh…” Should you lie? Every instinct is telling you to steer the boys as far from the truth as possible. Still, you’re buzzed, and it’s late, and–

“Yes. I have.”

Jungkook bursts out laughing, his nose scrunched as he slaps the couch. “I knew it!” The others celebrate in similar fashions:

“Ten bucks says it’s a ship fic!”

“Reader insert, it has to be.”

“Have you guys even heard Emo Y/n? I bet it’s super sad.”

You snatch Jungkook’s drink out of his hand and take a swig. You’re starting to realize you’re gonna need something stronger than wine if you want to survive the night. “How do you guys even know those terms? Who’s been corrupting you with Tumblish?”

“Twitter,” Taehyung replies, shuffling over and draping himself over the back of the couch, his head resting on your shoulder. “ARMYs kept tagging us, they thought we never saw.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Yoongi staring at the ground, smiling softly, his fingers laced together. Huh.

In the meantime, the remaining members have continued with their buzzword arguments. You begin petting Tae’s soft hair absentmindedly while waiting for the others to calm down and hopefully forget this entire conversation by morning.

“It’s probably crack.”

“No, fluff!”

“Angst, I told you!”

Jimin suddenly pipes up, his voice sleepy and soft. “What if it’s… smut?”

A hush falls over the room, and your breath catches in your throat. You don’t remember writing anything explicit, most romance scenes were mainly innocent, full of vague implications of other goings-on…

Wait. Your eyes widen. You did write that one scene, on a dare from Lisa… fuck. You rack your brain– what was it? You wrote it almost four years ago, you can hardly remember. It was about Namjoon, right? He was your bias around that time. 

“Y/n, would you ever write smut?”

“Ha, maybe if someone paid me!”

“Ooh! Is that a promise?”

It was all a joke, but you did end up posting it on your Tumblr at some point or another, classifying it as dumb and crackheaded. Regardless, that means it’s online. And that means…

They could find it.

“Y/n-ie?” Taehyung waves a hand in front of your eyes and you jump, nearly colliding with him. “You zoned out for a bit~”

“S-Sorry.” You notice the boys are all still looking at you. “What?”

“Your truth. What was your fanfiction about?”

You sieze on the vague question. “Well, funny you should ask, I think I wrote one about Hobi here going to space, which was–”

“The hell? Did I die?” Hoseok whines. “Y/n, you traitor–”

“Wait, so you’ve written more than one?” Yoongi interrupts.

“I mean…” that’s safe to say, right? “Yes.”

Namjoon taps your shoulder. “Have you ever written smut?”

Jeez, what was with his confidence tonight? “I–”

“If you tell us the truth, we’ll make Joon hyung rap Expensive Girl,” Hoseok sings, swinging a shoe in his hand. Wait, is that your-

“Huh? Hold up, hold up, that wasn’t part of the deal!” Namjoon’s facade quickly fades in liu of genuine terror. 

Yoongi slowly rises for the first time that night, his grin nothing short of malicious. “You wanna play sadistic games? If Y/n completes her truth, you have to do that dare.”

“Y/n, I changed my mind, don’t tell us,” Namjoon begs, turning to you.

Oh. Oh, the power coursing through your veins. Either way, you win. You could keep your dark secret, or torture Namjoon just a little bit more. What a glorious choice to have.

“You know what?” You drain your wine glass, the alcohol lending you courage. Namjoon wanted to make you give Yoongi a hickey, he deserves this. And you were younger, a simple fangirl– besides, it’s not like they’re going to ask you to read it. “Yes. I did write a smut fic once. And you know what, Joon? It was about you.”

You giggle and sit back as the members do the “OHHHHH!” thing that boys never seem to grow out of. 

Instead of going red like you expected he would, a shit-eating grin spreads across Namjoon’s face. He seems more… well, pleased than anything. 

“What was it about?” he asks.

“Joon,” Yoongi warns, his voice a note deeper than usual. You shoot Yoongi a grateful smile– how does he know you so well? As for the fic, you genuinely don’t remember, but knowing it was smut, and knowing it was about Namjoon…

“I dunno, dude, probably some daddy kink shit.”

Namjoon cocks his head. “Daddy… kink?”

You jaw drops, and in your bordering-on-drunk state, you can’t help but blurt out: “You don’t know what a daddy kink is? I thought you had one!”

The leader scratches his head. “What?”

You can’t help but laugh, the drinks finally hitting you hard. “Oh my god. C’mon, gather round, my students.” You reach out, clasping Jimin’s and Jin’s shoulders. “let’s teach you guys about fanfiction.”

[main-to-card-games-and-pain]

IronDad Bingo 4: Drowning

Evidently Tumblr hates me an DELETED ALL THE CONTENT OF THIS POST. So, just to recap for those who didn’t get to see it, Captivity is my last for this row, and then I need to start a new row. So, if you have a row you would like to see, pls tell me. :D DO NOT TAG AS STARKER.

The room was dark and cold, and the air was sticky and thick. The only source of light was an  eerie glow of the two tanks in the middle of the camber, which were connected to a jungle of wires and machinery. The room was silent. 

Until the person in the tank woke up. Well, one of them. 

There were two, both confined to a separate tank. 

The older of the two woke up first, taking in the cold metal pressing against him, the confining space, the handcuffs attaching him to the ground, his drugged mind struggling to comprehend his situation. But then Tony Stark saw Peter Parker in the same predicament and the fog cleared. 

“Kid!” The inventor hoped desperately that this was some kind of dream. He tugged uselessly on the handcuffs, which held true. He checked his wrist, the watch predictably removed. He was trapped. “Kid, wake up!” 

Teenage eyes blinked blearily back at Tony, confusion evident there. “Mr.Stark,” he mumbled, his heading cocking upwards like a questioning puppy, “where are we?”

“I don’t know Bud, but we’ll figure it out. We’ll get out.” 

Peter scooted so he was at least sitting up and not sprawled against the bottom of the tank. He tested his handcuffs too, Tony foolishly hoped that their captors wouldn’t know about his super strength, but to no avail. 

“Mr.Stark?” 

“Yes, Pete?” 

“I don’t like small spaces.”

Oh shit. 

“I know kid, how you doing with that one?” 

“I’m okay…” Tony could sense the lie in the child’s voice, how it quavered and questioned its own words. Peter was scared. 

“Just take some deep breaths for me, we’ll be out of here in no time.” 

The one solace Tony had in this ordeal was that he could see Peter. His wrists were chained so that he almost was forced to look at the teen. 

“Where’s ‘here’?” Peter’s curls waved back and fourth as he took in his surroundings. Doe-eyes found Tony’s again and relaxed against the glass of the tank, despite the uncomfortable way it seemed to pull against his shoulders. 

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” 

“That you will Mr.Stark.” 

The staticky voice made both mentor and mentee jump, blasting into their tanks from an external speaker, malicious and cunning. Tony’s fists clenched with the want to grab Peter. 

“So I’m assuming you’re the one responsible for our little predicament then?” Tony spoke before Peter had the chance to. They were both looking up, trying to find whatever camera was recording their movements. 

“I am, yes. Do you like it?”  It was a male voice, he sounded absolutely delighted at their situation. Tony knew then that this wasn’t about money or tech. 

“I’d like it a lot more if the kid and I were on the outside.” 

“That is, unfortunately, impossible right now.” 

Peter shuddered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew it was bad. 

“I want to play a game, Mr.Stark.” Tony resisted the urge to growl at the name, only Peter was really allowed to call him that. 

“If you’re going to try and be the villain, at least make up your own quirk Jigsaw.” 

“I assure you, this will not disappoint.” Tony glanced at the kid, whose eyes were wide and alert, his muscles taut. It didn’t bode well. “Above you, you will notice three buttons on both of your chambers. In a few moments both your tanks will begin to fill with water.” Tony’s whole body tensed with alarm. 

“The green button will make your tank fill faster. The blue will make your counterpart’s fill faster. The red will stop your counterpart’s tank from filling. Once one is pushed it cannot be overridden by the opposite tank. Once one tank fills completely the other will automatically release after two minutes. Escape your cuffs and you can make the choice of who lives and who dies, don’t and you both die together.” 

The speaker crackled once more and the voice disappeared. 

“No! We aren’t doing this, you sick son of a-”

The water turned on. 

Tony had never felt such panic. Instantly, he was up, looking for a way to escape his handcuffs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Peter doing the same. He knew what Peter would do, which is why he needed to get out of his cuffs faster. He was not going to watch his kid die. 

The water wasn’t too fast, steadily filling the tank without rushing in. 

Tony’s fingers desperately tore at everything and anything, looking for a pin he could use to unlock the handcuffs. If this guy was the kind of sociopath Tony pegged him for then he wouldn’t give them an impossible task. 

Peter was taking a different approach, sure, the guy knew about his super strength, but that didn’t mean he fool-proofed the entire entrapment against him. The glass, reinforced. The cuffs, reinforced. The metal he was attached to? Steel. He could work with steel.  

The teenager drew his leg back and kicked at the loop of steel, and then did it again, and again, and again. And eventually, the metal began to bend. There was a metallic screech as the steel gave away, allowing Peter to slip his wrists away from the tether. 

Tony heard it too, his head snapped up with fearful eyes. 

Peter scrambled up, his eyes meeting his mentor’s terrified gaze. Tony could see the intent there. Peter broke the stare by tilting his head upwards and finding the glowing buttons.

“No! Peter, no! Look at me, look at me Pete,” Tony begged, frantically jerking at his cuffs. “Look at me Buddy.” The teen hesitantly turned away from his task and glanced backwards. “Don’t do this, you know what I want and this isn’t it.” 

The water was to Peter’s knees now, creeping up Tony’s chest as he kneeled. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, before he began to crawl upwards against the glass. 

“No! Peter! Stop!” The inventor renewed his struggles, though it had basically deteriorated into desperate floundering. The water around his handcuffs began to turn red from the bleeding in his wrists. He didn’t care. “Fuck!” 

Tony couldn’t live in a world without Peter Parker. He wouldn’t be able to live if he had to watch the kid die. 

He dove into the water, his chest inadvertently hitting his bound wrists. The handcuffs clicked open. 

Magnets. He’s such an idiot, the cuffs are powered by magnets. 

But he didn’t have time to dwell on that, not when Peter is too close to- 

The water stopped filling his tank. Tony scrambled to stand up. 

“Peter, please! I can’t do this without you, kid. You’re my world.” 

“The world needs Iron Man, and I need you to survive.” Peter looked up from his place on the top of the tank, he looked scared but accepting of his fate, his eyes shone with the love he had in him. “I love you Mr.Stark.”

“Kid, kid, please, the world needs you more than me. I lived my life, I’m old, don’t do this.” A sob ripped it’s way from Tony’s throat, guttural and raw. He urged Peter to save himself, “Please, push the blue one kid.” 

Peter didn’t want to see Mr.Stark cry, and he didn’t want Mr.Stark to see him cry, so he turned away. He pressed the green button, his harbinger of death. Mr.Stark was screaming behind him, he couldn’t block out the noise of his cries. 

Tony slammed his fists against the glass, Peter hadn’t been able to break it, but he still tried. 

The tank began to fill up with water at three times the speed it had been before. The water rose steadily from three new pumps, at a much higher pressure. When Peter lowered himself back to the bottom of the tank, he could hardly touch. 

“Peter,” Mr.Stark cried. Wisps of blood streamed from his wrists and knuckles. 

The water rose past Peter’s mouth, an effective gag. The boy instead opted to put his hand flat against the glass, meeting the man’s gaze steadily. I’m okay, this is okay. 

Peter could swim, and he could float, but neither were quite so effective with his hands still being handcuffed together. 

He spasmed, legs kicking out uselessly against the water. 

“No, no! Please I can’t do this, I can’t watch him die,” Tony sobbed, begging God or their captor, or whoever was out there to save him. “I love him, please, you can’t take him away.” 

Peter fought against the water, but it was no use. He couldn’t gain any traction in the small space of the tank. He saw through blurred eyes Mr.Stark attacking the glass, his tears. Peter realized that watching Peter uselessly try and survive was probably more painful to the inventor than it had to be. So, despite the burn in his lungs, desperate for air, and the panic in his chest, the teenager relaxed. 

A stream of bubbles tickled his nose, and the hero fought no more. 

It was a strange sort of peace that took over him then, like he was breathing water but that didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing mattered, except these next few seconds of peace with Tony. He hoped Tony would be okay. 

Peter Parker lost consciousness. 

For Tony, there was no fate worse than this. 

When Rhodey found them, hours later, he felt his heart shudder to a stop at the sight. The room was covered in shattered glass and sodden with water. Tony Stark, sat with his back to the door, as if he didn’t care what came for him. In his arms, his protege, his son, cradled close to the reactor. 

Tony was bleeding from everywhere, little gashes littering his skin. He was rocking back and fourth. 

“Tony… what happened…?” The inventor flinched at his voice, rough from the lump in the colonel’s throat. 

“I got him out. I got him out. Why didn’t he wake up if I got him out? I promised we’d get out.” 

[radmanraditz]

SHIPPING INFO.      Answer the following for your muse(s) so people      know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST.      Don’t reblog.

{Mun Note: Did this all the way back in September, at the end of December in 2017, and again in May 2018 so this needs an update! Cuz whooo boi shipping on this blog has been a wild ride.}

{icon art by @bardocks-bandanna // @bluexblonde}

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

As of writing this, Raditz is actively involved with @stoplickingthingsweird‘s Turles and @bluexblonde‘s Launch. 

I also have a crossover crack!ship with him for the fanfics I want to write.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

I’m good with doing anything I feel would be in-character for my muse to do.

I’m used to shipping him with women, but my portrayal of Raditz is bicurious/bisexual. Men mostly come at my muse with a competitive attitude in the past, so he has more of a preference for women. 

Raditz himself might be less comfortable with being pushed out of his comfort zone in terms of emotional intimacy, but with the right muses he will get there. Eventually. Some will get it sooner than others depending on their personality and how they treat him. He can become emotionally withdrawn too if your muse treats him in a way he doesn’t like, or he feels pressured to say things like “I love you” too soon or when he doesn’t mean it. I wouldn’t take it as a bad thing though, because if he is saying he loves you soon, he’s probably just saying that to keep your muse appeased and get what he wants. My writing will hint to that if he doesn’t truly care about your muse.

I do tell people I won’t hold their hands for wooing my muse(s), but I do leave breadcrumbs in my writing and in asks and memes. If you are shipping with me or are interested in it, you have to talk to me directly OOC and do so on a reasonably regular basis in order to plot things out. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Any muse or mun under 18 is not allowed to ship with me or my muse, or put themselves into dating/intimacy situations either. If you are over 18 and your muse is at least 18, they’re fair game to Raditz. (Though I’d prefer if your muse isn’t that young.) He’s not into people who are a lot older than him that look their old age, and he might look down on a person who acts too young.

Keep in mind that Raditz’s age in canon is generally estimated between 29-35.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

I wasn’t in the past, but currently yeah, I am pretty selective. Dangerously close to being disinterested in shipping with other people aside from my two current shipping partners. I’ve just dealt with too much bullshit from ex-shipping partners. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

After the Tumblr Purge of 2018, it’s supposed to be ok to write naughty time stuff, but I’m still pretty much keeping NSFT things to Discord. (Yeah that means I’m finally comfortable writing smut again. Just in private, and only with partners I’m comfortable writing that with.)

When it comes to talking, anything that starts to get dirty with graphic sexual activity details is what I’d consider NSFW.  Detailed descriptions of sexualized body parts, groping/stroking of genitals or breasts are things I consider NSFW. Also detailed sexual fantasy thoughts and emotions felt during physical activity can be too. Basically if you could get into trouble for getting caught reading it at work, or I don’t think the content is suitable for minors to be reading, I’d consider it NSFW and tag it accordingly. Since the Purge, my tags are #Lemon Goodness and #Touch of Citrus

Blatantly stating things like: sex, penis, vagina, kinky, “let’s fuck” or other such things, I wouldn’t think are worth labeling and tagging. Grabbing, smacking, or rubbing a butt isn’t NSFW to me unless said butt is bare and/or the muses are starting to do something sexual in nature.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Turles and Raditz were friends back when they were children. (No we don’t follow the doujinshi Dragonball Zero story as part of our canon.) At least until they became more distant with one another and Turles went AWOL from the PTO. In his Wished Back to Life verse, Raditz uses the dragon balls to wish Turles back to life, and now the two estranged friends are trying to get to know each other again. There is more plotted out, and we’ve had more interactions on Discord due to my busy schedule and the close IRL friendship between Skully-mun and I have. This is not our first venture into writing a ship together, so the friendship and eventual romantic relationship between the muses is something I look forward to since we’re such close friends ourselves who have been through a lot and we already know how to work with one another.

Launch and Raditz aren’t romantically involved at the moment, but he has a one-sided crush on her with a plotted plan to have them get together sometime after the Cell Games. They have a lot of rocky moments since they’re meeting at the lowest points of their lives in that AU. Also because Raditz is trying to adjust to life on Earth, and he’s not the easiest person to get along with. But there’s decent chemistry potential between them, and I enjoy plotting and writing with Reggie.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:  

Yeah. Otherwise I won’t recognize it. 

Chemistry between muses can develop slowly or out of the blue, but I still need to see that Raditz is indeed interested in the other muse and confirm OOC between us muns before I recognize it as a ship. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Whenever I see potential chemistry. I like ships that help both characters grow as people, especially if it’s a positive relationship. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:

Yep. Raditz’s blog is a multi-ship blog where every ship is its own AU.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I enjoy shipping and crack!shipping with fandom stuff. When it comes to roleplay though, I just do my thing and see what happens. I want to see strong chemistry to write a convincing relationship between two characters when I ship for RP. I’m not fond of easy fluff or insta-romances, or the anime romance tropes that perpetuate unhealthy relationship habits. So I guess I’m more in the middle, someone who enjoys shipping on a healthy level. 

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:  

I like Raditz x Turles for M/M shipping. Thanks Skully-mun!

For the heterosexual side of things, I like seeing Raditz shipped with Launch, Maron, (Krillin’s ex not his daughter) and Princess Snake.

I crossover crack!ship him with Mihoshi Kuramitsu from Tenchi Muyo! too. (For my own fanfiction.)  

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

I would appreciate it if people gave me my space on the subject if you’re interested/potentially interested in shipping with me and we aren’t already. Because I’m afraid I’m not going to be positive about it for awhile.  Shipping takes a lot of time and effort with me, and I’m dealing with a physical illness that makes me a really slow RP partner. Not only that, but I’m still trying to get over how salty I feel towards shipping thanks to several ex-shipping partners who made shipping and roleplaying unpleasant for me last year because of how they use/used rp for toxic selfish reasons, and how their shitty behavior affected me and a lot of other people IRL. I really don’t want nor need any extra drama that often comes with shipping partners that I don’t know too well personally. So right now, I feel like I don’t have the proper attitude or time to devote to newer shipping partners along with my current ones. And I’m not sure when that’ll change. But if you’re really interested? Stick around, talk with me OOC, see if we have good mun and writing chemistry, and finally just interact with Raditz for a bit and we’ll see if chemistry can develop naturally between our muses. Because sometimes ships happen when we least expect them to.   

Thanks for reading.

TAGGED BY.

This is just another update since a lot has changed since May last year. 

TAGGING.

Anyone else who would like to do this!

[moddux2]

Final post I will be making on this crap since I haven’t made a rant/comment on all this shit since I was asleep, going to do it in one big post and then disregard it.

[cracks fingers]

Okay this is going to be my one and only final post on the issue because holy shit what little bit of reasonable “hear out what they’re saying” has ran dry and i’ve had a good night sleep.

I woke up, read some stuff and am 200% done with this shit.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183297862370/hey-if-yall-are-minors-or-have-minor-characters

-only slightly valid point in here is me not marking things on a blog that has (18+) in the description at the top of the page.. I’ll give you that one, the rest though?

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301207595/alright-yall-listen-up

-this makes my head cave in, you make a post calling me one of the most disgusting things on this planet... and then say “stop it” when people send death threats and suicide bait? Get the fuck off your non-existent moral high ground you asshat.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301289215/hey-theoriginalknightverse-you-wanna-do-this

-I was asleep when this was made so i’m reading this on the spot. I don’t think/know if i’ve ever interacted with you prior.

-Second, beginning your shit with “oh i was abused by a pedo when i was a child” is a terrible thing to hear but doesn’t make you any more or less qualified to talk about something so why bring it up at all? If not to get “victim points”?

-this catsuit nonsense, me basically saying, hey, you say “nice” and “cute” about art and art styles too, maybe I should throw your own logic back in your face and see how you like it.

- your next part “blah blah blah me good and don’t follow minors”, good for you neither do I, I literally cannot follow any more blogs because my main is pretty much at the follow cap with stupid meme blogs and dead blogs from the pre purge so i don’t know where you’re getting that from.

-your next part with the “they don’t age because dead, forever 13!”, fuck off with that reach, get that weak shit outta here. “Can’t age them up, checkmate!”, counterpoint, They’re aged up, fuck even in the lore of the comic with “paradox space” being a thing there’s a 100% guarantee in the infinite timelines/doomed timelines there’s a one where they’re out there of age, so your argument is bullshit even in universe.

- then you move onto condescending asshat territory again “just make a sfw blog", I make sfw, “not sfw enough, bad” fuck off ya unpleasable twat.

-”flag your blog as adult” - see previous point about (18+)

-” en g a g e your cr i t ic a l thinking” wow you’re a condescending prick.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301355625/hey-i-get-what-youre-trying-to-do-but-your-post

-oh boy, ready for disappointment.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183301797570/rhysing-oc-hey-if-yall-are-minors-or-have

- I am entertained now nevermind.

-Dragging someone else’s blog you have a problem with, nice, unnecessary but nice, glad to see you’re venting everything.

-image link 1 and image link 2, not my art and I expect that you as the moral paragon of the homestuck fandom to bring down retribution on the two blogs i found those from also you beacon of just purity.

-image link 3... it broke me.

... Ya’ll are stupid, Moddux isn’t a minor, even a cursory glance at my blog for more than three seconds could have shown that. This, this is the point I actually realized you don’t give a shit about evidence and stopped taking you seriously as someone concerned about non-existent things, again, untagged on a blog marked (18+).

- link 4, not my art, link 5, a cheeky little accusation of “transphobia thrown at me” ;) you shouldn’t have you sly dog you.

link 5, actually my art, and was requested by a different blog, and within tumblr’s terms and conditions. also a casual “himself” throwing out genders on people you don’t know, very rude~.

link 6, I cannot defend myself on this one, sorry everyone, Terezi should be even bigger and I should have drawn Aradia in there as well, Sorry everyone again... Maybe a Vriska and Feferi flipping the viewer off as Kanaya  is doing a handstand?

link 6 part two, you seem to be a progressive type so i’m honestly quite hurt you’re against different female body types, so fucking ruuuuuude.

==

Point of note, I don’t care when I reblog, my mind is pretty much abscent, i see are and i’m like, neat, reblog, I get drawing prompts and requests from people and i’m like, k, and draw it. 

There’s nothing there except meme, shitposting (for the most part) and doing art requests for people that want/ask for it/have a troll description but no art of them, also weird requests because fuckit, i’ve seen the modern internet from its birth to its rapidly approaching slow death.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302440860/and-yet-from-those-pictures-linked-none-of-them

-pointing out any problems with previous post ::

- If you can brand people monsters unjustly in a fever of self righteousness and cannot handle when people call you out on, perhaps just do with normal people do, block and move on with with your life instead of throwing hissy fits.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302505740/anyway-anyone-else-who-wants-to-come-at-me-can

- “you have no critical thinking”

-shoo

- sounds to me like someone doesn’t like backlash after accusations, but that’s none of my business as i’m blocked.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183302705580/minor-here-who-saw-them-popping-up-on-my-dash-a

-an anon with a reasonable point of view a reasonable response to feeling uncomfortable with content and that’s fairly impartial and says a reasonable response. And what do you do?

- you make yourself a nice big dose of dopamine right to the head and tickle your ego to justify all this shit, dragging someone’s name through the mud, dragging a bunch of others through the mud just to make yourself feel G O O D that you did it and for no real reason.

https://rhysing-oc.tumblr.com/post/183304003670/if-i-may-ask-youre-not-mad-at-the-artist-that

home stretch.

-tagging post purge on tumblr is FUCKED.

- there was a nice tag where it could all be safely stored but it’s gone because tumblr is FUCKED.

-it would be real nice if... if there was some sort of check box one could tick on one’s blog to put it in a nsfw state where people don’t just stumble onto it all the damn time... oh wait, there was...

“And it was beautiful...”

A few solutions - Bring back the nsfw tag (won’t happen)

Purge all over 18 blo- oh wait... they tried that, it did fuck all except make a ton of content producers leave.

...

purge the under 18′s from the site... Could work but would likely do much like option two.

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Long story short, my blog is marked 18+ in the description (which it already is), I’ll think about maybe sprinkling some more tags on content, and other than that... eh... nothing else will really change almost like I was doing nothing wrong to begin with and this is all just a collective waist of everyone’s time for the most part that did nothing but waist time, made you feel good and made a lot of people very disappointed and  very cross.

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final note, those wanting to keep this fake ass nonsense going, just... don’t, you probably have better things you could be doing with your time, like... anything at all really.

[yuzuspace]

the start of everything.

Hi, my name is Yuzu. I like to write sometimes. This is where I come, to retreat into a pseudo-safe space for me to selfishly and indulgently ship myself with fictional people.

Name: Yuzu

I use this name to separate myself from the persona I have created to self-ship, only because I also use the same name online. So to lessen confusion and that I know who you are talking to; she, my sona, is Kai. I, the writer and mod, am Yuzu. There might be times I might refer myself as Kai as it is also the name my friends call me by but if you have any criticisms regarding me, the writer, please address me as Yuzu so that I know that you are referring to me and not my self-shipping sona.

Pronouns: she/they

Age: I'm of legal age. I'm not comfortable sharing how old I am but I'm older than 18. I'm a fucking fossil. (jokingly)

Some FAQs for the curious soul under the cut ♡

What is this blog for? 

I’m too shy to post my self-shipping written works on Ao3. So I figured. This is a good place to start. This is not an imagines blog for A3. This is a writing side-blog for my shameless self-shipping.

You self-ship?? Cringe! Unbased!

I’m cringe but at least I am free and very based, dearest! I live too short of a life to think about who to please! I’m mainly doing works for A3! (the game), specifically with one Summer Troupe leader (Sumeragi Tenma). 

I have other children (my OCs, I do not mean to belittle them but they are my creations therefore, my children. Please do not get weird with me.) that I also use to create wonderful stories with! 

I self-ship with Tenma Sumeragi romantically. I also have an OC for Muku Sakisaka. Feel free to drop asks for them should they tickle some of your braincells.

Sharing? (FUB ok?)

Sharing is totally fine for me, in fact—please! share to me your wonderful creations! All these wonderful fictional beings and you as well, deserve happiness and love! If you are not comfortable seeing my content because you are not a fan of sharing or anything else, feel free to block or mute me!

Do you write or draw?

This account would be mainly for writing but I do draw on the side every now and then on my Twitter account. I do love Tumblr's tag system so much, it's much more efficient on Tumblr than other SNS platforms, truthfully speaking.

Do we have...spicier options?

Well, I am not a stranger to such questions to be honest and yes! I do have a spicier option (for those who aren't following: NSFW content) for all those who thirst, like me! However, I will not be putting it here for now. Those would be for my eyes alone. I might put some out if I feel comfortable enough though ♡

When I do release my more...Cero-D rating-esque works (giggles), I will be tagging it with my own NSFW tag, feel free to blacklist the tag if it ever makes you uncomfortable. Edit: But also because of the Purge, no graphic stuffs. Please, I do not want to post this on Ao3, I am too shy for that.

EDIT EDIT: I forgot to update this but since Community Labels are a Real Thing™️, there’s that too but I also have a NSFW side side acc so I might just end up posting any NSFW works there :D

And please, if you are a minor—do me a favor and DO NOT browse this tag. The future you would thank and praise you as if you were God. I do not want to be held responsible for scarring you or…maybe awaken something in you ._.

In regards to questionable and mature content, I will tag them as such and put the rest under the cut! Please read the tags and heed the warnings! If you don't, don't say I didn't warn you. Please read. Thank you.

I think I've met you on Twitter! Oh my gosh, hi!

Hm! Isn't that wonderful, welcome to my hell-hole, albeit more...indulgent, I suppose. I'm no writer supreme but I try to enjoy the fruits of my labor :) Please, please! Enjoy your stay, send in an ask and let me know who you are on Twitter, I'd love to chat with some familiar names.

Hey, there's something you did that doesn't really sit well with me...

Oh, hi there! Please talk to me through my inbox/DMs! I'd prefer for us to come to an understanding through a discussion. No need to make the threads or the call-out posts, please. If this is something that can be resolved and be bettered through educating my un-informed self, please have a chat! We'll smoothen out the things, dearest.

I have a question unanswered, actually.

Well, don't be a stranger! Feel free to drop in my ask box anytime! I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible, or as soon as my academics permits. ♡

And that is about it! Thank you so much for coming this far ❤ I hope you enjoy your stay! (❁´◡`❁)

[crzcorgi]

Being Number 1 isn’t Easy

The continuing story of Negan and Number 6

Catch up with Negan and Number 6 here

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

I switch between the reader and Negan’s POV in this, but I have labeled the changes

Warnings-sexy Negan times & language.

1300 words

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I apologize if I forgot to tag you, Just let me know with a slap aside the head! And @#% Tumblr won’t tag everyone, I’m sorry!

Y/N’s POV

 After our celebratory picnic, we headed back downstairs. As relaxed and content as I was feeling after my enjoyable afternoon with Negan, I was quite on edge, thinking about what was to come. I knew that things weren’t going to go as smoothly as Ne tried to have me believe. These women, well, at least 2 of them, were not going to go down without a fight. And that fight would be with me.

  As we headed into Negan’s bedroom, I stopped quickly just over the threshold, causing Negan to walk into me.

 “Doll, I almost took you the fuck out. Why did you stop, baby girl?”

“Ne, this is not your bedroom anymore, it’s ours.”

  “Yes, yes it is y/n. So welcome home darling.”  He gestured, as if presenting the room to me.

  “This is all yours baby. Every fucking thing in here.” He then grabbed his crotch, giving me his signature smirk with tongue swipe.

   I lightly slapped his arm, quickly putting my arms around him. “Ne!”

  He then swung his arms around me, picking me up like a rag doll, tossing me onto the bed, making me squeal in delight.

  “Well lookie there! Laying all out on the bed, waiting for a little fuckity fun. Mmmhmm, Daddy’s still fucking hungry!” He crawled up from the end of the bed, stalking me like a predator after its prey. I was propped up on my elbows, watching him, quickly becoming moist.

  His fingers moved up each leg, touching lightly, causing me to shiver from both the touches and the anticipation of what was to come.

  “Nervous darling?” That damn smirk of his!

  “No…just… damn it, Ne!” I couldn’t stop my body from responding to his touches. I had things to do and didn’t want to spend the rest of the day in bed. Well..

   “No? You don’t like this?” He continued to rub a thigh with one hand, while the fingers on the other slowly made their way up my other leg, moving my dress up with it. When his fingertips reached my core, I realized I had left my panties up on the roof.

  “Oh ho ho, lookie here! Baby girl fucking forget something!” Negan spoke in a sing song voice, his laugh causing vibrations up my body. “Daddy likes easy access!”

  “Ne! We both have things to do before nightfall. Uhh… Ne…please!” I couldn’t stop the sounds, the almost desperate moans that my mouth produced.

 “Well, doll, you might be saying ‘no,’ but that sweet hot body of yours is saying ‘god, yes, Negan, please fuck me! Fingers, tongue, that fucking monster cock, it doesn’t matter!’”

   “Ne! I don’t sound like that! And, I wouldn't…” I was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

  “Negan! Are you in there?” It was Simon.

  “Jesus fuckity Christ! I’m coming!” Negan hollered. Glancing over his shoulder as he climbed off the bed, “fucking wish I was coming in a different way, baby girl.” Then he threw me a wink.

  He opened the door and Simon started rambling.

  “They’re fucking crazy Negan! I’m not going back in there, and there ain’t no way you’ll get me to.” He dropped a box in the doorway.

  I had made my way off of the bed and over to the door. “Is this all my stuff, Simon?” The box was too small to hold everything I had.

  “I guess, kid. Sherry came out of your room with it. Said it was your shit.”

   I knelt down, checking out the box contents. “This isn’t even half of my things.” My heart started beating faster when I realized my most important items were missing.

  Negan sighed, “God fucking damn. Simon…”

  Before he could even finish his sentence, Simon spoke. “I said I’m not going back, and I fucking mean it. I would rather kiss Lucille than enter that fucking crazy house.”

  Negan was staring down Simon, trying to intimidate him. I stood back up, placing my hand on Negan’s arm, rubbing up and down.

 “It’s okay, Ne. I can pick up the rest.”

 “Doll, I believe I said that you most certainly will not be fucking going back there.”  He then put his arm around me, pulling me close.

 “I don’t want to go back there, Ne, but there’s stuff missing, personal things.” I looked up into his face, giving him a half smile.

Negan’s POV

  I did not want doll going back there. They would fucking attack her. But those eyes, pleading.

  “Okay, baby, I will take you there, seeing as how Simon left his fucking balls behind.” I glared at my right-hand man.

  “Jeez, boss, you know how they are. Fuck, I’m lucky I escaped with my life!” Simon pleaded, looking down at doll.

  “Fuck Simon, you’re more dramatic than doll.”

   Y/N slapped my arm. “Ne, I am so not dramatic!”

  “And neither am I, Ne.” Simon chuckled.

   I pointed my finger at him. “You most certainly do not fucking call me Ne!”

  “Whatever, I’m going to get a drink, try to relax. See you guys tomorrow, good luck kid.” Simon patted doll’s hand.

 “Thanks Simon.”

   I let Simon out, slamming the door a bit fucking harder than I meant to. I saw y/n flinch at it.

  “Come 'ere baby girl.” She moved slowly into my side, and I pulled around to my chest. She snuggled into my chest. “We’ll get your items, doll, I promise. Maybe let me go alone? Just tell me what you need, okay?”

  She sighed into my jacket. “Ne, that’s sweet of you, but I need to go, it’s my stuff.”

  “Doll… I don’t want you going there, especially not fucking alone.” I gently kissed her head, squeezing her tighter to me.

  “How about you come with me, Ne, but stay outside? You’ll be able to hear us, so if something happens, you can come inside.” She looked up at me, those sweet innocent eyes that have seen way more tragedies than they should have.

   “Alright, okay. But you need to get that fucking hot ass in and out as quick as possible, do not talk to them if you can fucking help it. And I will be right out in the hall, so yell if you need me. Okay?”

  She sighed. “Yes, I agree. But Ne, I have lived with them for a while, it might not be as bad as you’re making it out to be. Maybe they’ll wish me luck?”

   I looked down at her, she looked up at me, and we both burst out laughing.  “Yeah, that is definitely not how it will go.” She said with a small laugh, but I could see the sadness in her eyes. “Can we do it now? Get it over with?”

  Damn it! I fucking hate that I have to let doll do this, I feel like I’m leading my sweet lamb to fucking slaughter.

 “Yeah, baby, we can go now.” 

   We headed out, I took y/n’s tiny hand in mine, looking down at her. She squeezed my hand tightly, her nervousness apparent.

  “Okay, Ne, we’re here.” Rising up, she kissed my cheek, giggling. “Ne, no beard or beard, this in-between tickles too much!”

 Her smile, goddamn, why the fuck were they here. Why was she going to suffer for my fucking mistake?

  “Doll, why don’t you let me go in there, I’ll grab your stuff.” I brought her hands up to my mouth, kissing them both.

  “Ne, you won’t know what to look for, I’ll be okay, I promise.”

  “Okay, baby, okay.” I pulled her into me, not wanting to fucking let her go. She pulled away, looking up. I could stare into those brilliant eyes forever.

  “I love you Ne. Please don’t look at me like you’re sending me off to war. It will be fine, I promise.” As she spoke, she gently grasped my cheeks, stroking them with her thumbs. She then leaned up to kiss my lips. So soft, so fucking sweet. Turning, she opened the door, looking over her shoulder at me.

  “Love you, Ne.” She smiled, closing the door behind her.

   Oh, baby girl. I love you, and I am so so sorry.