#non of these quizzes are mine

[lunebits]

random study tips for the start of the school year

(or if you’re in the middle, or haven’t started — just whenever)

utilize the library! whether it be after school or before or even during the weekends, a quiet space away from your normal desk is a good way to keep things fresh. (also, it really helps with keeping yourself creative)

along with getting ready in the morning, do something that’ll calm you down. always remember to slow down! for me, it’s listening to jazz in the car. (laufey, anthony lazarro, etc. are all good! even lofi in the morning is nice. just find something.)

make a list of your wrong answers for each class. seriously. by this, i mean when you get homework, quizzes, and tests back, don’t just passively look at the right answers. make the effort to write the concept down, write down any definitions you weren’t sure of, and—most importantly—write down why you got it wrong. (if you missed something because you were careless you don’t have to add it.) it’s not a diss to yourself. think of it as a way to keep everything you need to work on in one place. it even can work as a review sheet of your most missed topics.

i know it’s been beat over your head, but use the SQ3R method for reading your textbook. there’s a reason why research has been put behind it.

okay, listen. don’t listen to music. i know it’s boring at first, but it’ll get you more focused—trust me. (also don’t use this tip if it just doesn’t work for you.)

have a solid, non-negotiable stop time. don’t go past it. mine is 21:00, and that’s when i stop studying and begin to wind down. health > school every. single. day.

[choicescommunityevents]

Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!

Here is how our picnic turned out:

10 fandom members contributed to

28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought

15 different types of food

10 different types of drinks

21 different types of desserts

15 different games/activities

[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]

Who joined the picnic? [x]

@cadybear420

Aiden x Evie

@dr-colossal-pita

Ethan x Oliver

@gutsfics

Noah x Devi

Thomas x Avalon

@jerzwriter

Ethan x Kaycee

Tobias x Casey

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia

Keiki

Mal x Daenarya

Thomas x Alex

@masked-alien-lesbian

Aislinn x Verity

Hana x Raelyn

@peonyblossom

Ajay x Matty

Emmett x Brooklyn

Ethan x Sydney

Thomas x Jackie

@pulpitude

Mia

Lia

Joss

Linc

Abel

@trappedinfanfiction

Ethan x Celia

Trystan x Sophia

@tveitertotwrites

Derek x Charlie

Ethan x Claire

Thomas x Brooklyn

Tobias x Adelaide

What will we be eating + drinking? [x]

Food

Banana Chips with light maple syrup

Buttermilk Fruit Scones

Charcuterie Board (2)

Chips

Fresh Baked Bread

Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad

Gamja-Salad

Grilled Meat Skewers

Ketchup Chips

Korean Fried Chicken

Pasta Salad

Pizza

Pineapple

Sandwiches (2)

Strawberries

Trail Mix

Drinks

Alcoholic Drinks

Cabernet Sauvignon

Chocolate Milk

Coconut Custard Pie

Fruit Salad

Nanaimo Bars

Non-Alcoholic Drinks

Orange Infused Cold Brew

Sodas

Strawberry Lemonade

Sweet Cocktails

Sweet Iced Tea

Wine selection

What are we eating (desserts) [x]

Apple Pie

Berry Pinwheel Pasteries

Coconut Cake

Cookies

Fresh Fruit Popsicles

Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream

Golden Griddle milkshakes

Haupia

Honey Cake

Lemon Cake

Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches

Pie

Pup Cups

Red Velvet Brownies

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Rum Cake

Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait

Weed Brownies

What are we playing/doing? [x]

Badminton

Capture the Flag

Charades

Drink Mixing

Enjoying flowers

Frisbee / Disk Golf

Frisbee with pups (2)

Horeshoes

Karaoke

Kite Flying

Lawn Chess

Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns

Paint and Sip

Toss + Catch

Volleyball

What's our picnic playlists? [X]

What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]

How will a little rain impact the event? [x]

How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]

What else was submitted?

I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)

Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)

Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)

A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)

Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)

@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna

[someprettyname]

So I was bored yesterday night and I took a few 'who's by bllk bf' quizzes...out of which on one quiz I got...

and this one particular quiz and it's questions made me realise....

CRAP❗❗

Everyone has that one character they find the most interesting/fascinating and notice the FIRST, mine was Kunigami.

Fuck. I still remember it. It was this scene...

And then he said "I like to play it fair." And my mind INSTANTLY ran back to all the moments and I realised he was NOT one of those mean guys who was at other's throat. (I mean, pardon. When I started blue lock that's how I summarised it in a nutshell : teenage boys at each other's throat to achieve their goal. I mean, it was pretty early on in the show so I didn't have individual opinions on every character.)

It was that moment that I realised he was actually a calm guy who had morals and principles (hot. Very very hot.) AND HE DID stick to them at all times.

I mean, even after wild card, he still does. Let's not forget that he did assist Isagi in his goal. He has gotten harsh with words, so what? He has gotten more cold, so what? He has become more of a lone wolf, so what?

SO. WHAT?

Let's sit down. I have a few things to say. [ Long post under the cut.]

I'll never understand why this fandom is SO mean to him. First of all, not all cold/rude guys are BAD. Besides, we haven't seen him interact with non-rivals/normal people after wild card. Second of all, honestly? What do y'all even expect? Have you not gone through a high stress period? Have you not been through a VERY INTENSE trauma in a VERY SHORT period?

If you haven't, you better not comment on my baby or i WILL fight you. 😠

Let's not forget he had to beat 264 HUNGRY AND VILLAINOUS guys in wild card. (I mean, our MC Isagi himself came to that point many times throughout season 1 where his dreams were at stakes. If those kids were so intense in blue lock can you imagine what would've happened in wild card? Yep. 100x worse. I wouldn't be surprised if there were sabotage attempts at him multiple times. Or if what happened at wild card is WAY worse than what we are expecting. Then would y'all come back apologising, just like you did with Kaiser?)

And as of what we know about wild card, a lot of factors were out of the control of a player. I mean, how your body is and whether you can shape it to be ambidextrous is NOT in your control. Of course in that case he worked the hardest to stay in the competition. He's still going VERY STRONG for someone who has pushed himself past his limits and overworked himself. (You don't understand guys, the changes he bought to his body...how much time did he even had for that? 1 month? 2 month? No. As someone who has been to gym and been on a good diet with muscle training and weight lifting, those changes are TOO BIG to be easily achieved in that span of time. If you do weight training you'd know how tough it is. Only then would you know JUST HOW MUCH my sweetheart boy pushed himself 😟)

I hope kaneshiro gives us more details about what EXACTLY happened in wild card. How was his experience there? What was done to him? But, even without that, anyone with basic empathy can say it wasn't a very good place to be. Your passion, your dreams at stake, you're overworking yourself and that too SEVERELY, and on top of all that you are CURBED of your orginal play style and have to copy someone else. That sounds HORRENDOUS. And he went through all that. He survived all that. He probably doesn't even realised he survived something which would have KILLED someone else. Literally. He's a damn warrior. Fucking give him credits for that guys. Why is no one talking about this? Y'all just make memes and slander him, which, fine. But no respect post? No character analysis?

We, as a fandom, have failed him :(

My baby 🥺 he deserves the world 🤧

And DO NOT FUCKING GIVE ME "geez what's so big about it? He can't play for Japan? There are other teams out there." No. Stop. Are you stupid? Do you not get it? His rivals, his biggest competitors are right here, in blue lock. If he or ANYONE for that sake, loses here, it'd break their confidence. Break as in SHATTER their confidence and self belief. Putting everything at stake and giving something your ALL without a plan B is SCARY. Sure thing he can play for other national team, but at the back of his head...that one voice saying "You're a loser. You lost to those guy who were competing to be the best. Leave alone being the best, you aren't even in the league of the ones aspiring to be the best." Do you know how tough it is to overcome it and shake it off? Blue lock is something all those disqualified kids were in for a few months, but the trauma of that failure they're carrying with them is gonna last....who knows how long?

If I could, I would take all the Kunigami hate and disrespect and direct it towards that monk boy. I DESPISE him oh my god. If anything, we should be thanking Kunigami (REO stans, I'm looking at you). If we look plot wise, he and Reo were at equal chances of losing at blue lock and of course, OF COURSE Reo was chosen. Mikage is not a character who was designed to someone who has the potential to survive wild card. Kunigami was someone who's muscle power and build was highlighted since the beginning. Besides, that match with Shidou (I don't count the monk dude as a player) must've served to humble REO. That's good atleast. The only way REO and Kunigami could BOTH survive after losing that match was this. So if Kunigami was chosen, REO would've been sacrificed.

I trust kaneshiro as a writer and that's why I'm so curious on what is he trying to convey through Kunigami's story. Is it the harsh and toxic reality that for some people, just good principles won't help you be successful and that you need atleast some toughening up and at least SOME amount of evil to excel? Because if yes, then FUCK YOU KANESHIRO. You didn't have to attack me like that. Ouch. That hurt.

By any chance, if you look closely, the day he beats Shidou I'll be the one cheering the loudest :)

Not because I have any resentment against Shidou. No. Not at all. But because of the metaphor that win would carry. :) [ and I love my orange head too much anyways ]

You might say, oh he has become so rude and villainous, and THAT'S THE POINT. He was NOT like this, and at the core, people don't change so easily. So if he's so hard on other people, can you imagine what he's like to HIMSELF? What self depreciation and roughness he puts himself through? If you're gifted with a good empathy or have gone through similar experiences in a way or the other, you might be able to tell.

Hm. That's enough yapping for now. I feel better. Now if you will, I'd like to go and fantasise wrapping him up in a warm blanket, give him hot chocolate, then lay him down on my lap, run my fingers through his hair (flufffff) and let him cry...or....vent. both maybe. Whatever he wants. Because, i don't know about you guys, but I still love him. And I have it in me to be strong for him and help him heal.

Kunigami Rensuke, Mi amor. You deserve the world. ♥️

[compassionatereminders]

Hey Kat, hope you’re keeping well :)

I’m not really sure how to address this issue, or if it’s as big of a deal as I’m making it in my head.

My boyfriend has called me chubby before and it really upset me. I don’t even remember the context of why it came about for him to call me that, but he has a habit of not filtering out most of what he says and just says things for the sake of it.

Me, him, and a few friends were doing these quizzes tonight and you’ve gotta put down details about yourself and as he was filling mine out he puts down “chubby” on the body type question for me.

Here’s the thing, I know chubby shouldn’t be used in a derogatory or mean way and I know it’s not a bad thing to be chubby, but it always feels really disrespectful and hurts my feelings whenever he implies (or outright says) he thinks I’m chubby, when I know for a fact “chubby” isn’t the way to describe my body type. I’m softer definitely, and carry a little more weight to me, but I’ve got an hourglass shape and naturally just hold weight on my hips, stomach, and thighs. I know it’s a bit outdated now but the body type I always associated myself with the most was “slim thick” because I didn’t really fit in anywhere else. I have never been called chubby by any other person, ever. Not friends, not family. He is the only person in my 22 years of living to say that to me.

And maybe it’s because we were with friends so I got a little embarrassed on top of it, but it just upset me so much that I went home and cried in the shower about it. The first time he ever said it, I made it perfectly clear that it upset me and wasn’t well received. That it didn’t make me feel good, apparently that wasn’t enough. I’ve had to explain myself, once again, that this hurts me. He doesn’t seem to understand why it upsets me, because he finds my body attractive and likes it about me. I got next to him in bed and broke down in tears again and he cuddled up to me saying “not to concern myself with it”

It’s taken me a long time to be comfortable in how I look, to stop putting myself through pointless diets and calorie counting, weighing myself. He’s tryna make it up to me by being really sweet and loving, but I don’t know if he genuinely feels guilty about it or if he’s just acting the part.

I just…idk, no ex’s have ever said it to me or even implied they think that way, it’s very jarring to hear. I’m not the type of person to comment on other people’s bodies, I’m also not an overly judgemental person and I’m very particular about my words when speaking on appearances, because I would never want to make someone feel shitty about themselves, even if it’s accidentally.

Anyway, rant over, I’m sure I’ll find a way to deal with it, I’m just feeling really self conscious now.

Thanks for reading ❤️

You have every right to ask not to be called certain words, but I strongly encourage you to question and work on the way you view fat people and fatness if you're this offended by the word chubby being said in a non-offensive context. Not because your boyfriend shouldn't just respect this boundary (he should), but because it isn't very healthy to despise any association with fat this much, neither for you yourself or the actual chubby or fat people in your life.

[eevees-hobbies]

For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Leorio and a male reader with gags and humiliation please? In the fic, the reader challenges Leorio to complete an errand run while his mouth is gagged. He'd have his mouth stuffed with underwear, his mouth tape gagged and his face covered by a large cloth. You can decide on the errands they'd do but the reader would tease and torment Leorio to see if he makes a spectacle of himself. What do you think?

Authors Note: Yo, friend, this was the epitome of an exercise in creative writing. I’ve never written for a male reader, never written for Leorio, and this was the first time I’ve had these types of sexual elements in a story. But thank you for allowing me the opportunity to write this!

Content Warning: Male Reader X Leorio Paradinight. Includes Leorio being gagged with used underwear, bondage via duct tape, masturbation, inability to see clearly, inability to communicate, use of an anal vibrator, exposing non-consenting parties to an errand that is sexual in nature, public humiliation, reader using one’s body for sexual pleasure and orgasm denial. This borders on content much darker than what I usually write, so if the above is not your thing, you are warned.

Word Count: 3.2K

“This is what you get for losing our bet.”

You drop a plastic grocery bag in front of Leorio Paradinight, who is sprawled at his small desk in your shared apartment. He was hunched over some medical books but turned to you when he heard the clatter of the bag's contents on the floor. You begin to unload items from the bag so they’re in clear sight of him, each new item making him sweat.

You pull out a roll of industrial duct tape, a brown wicker basket with a long handle–similar to the ones kids use when they go Easter egg hunting—a small white cloth-like fabric, and men’s boxers. His eyes shoot up frantically to yours. " Whose underwear is that?”

“Could be mine. Ooooor could be that I found them. Who’s to say?” You quickly swat his hand away as he reaches for the underwear, resulting in a hiss from his lips. You knew he’d take particular interest in the men’s boxers and try to study them to understand their origins. But him not knowing what you had done to the article of clothing—which may have involved the rapid pumping of your fist and thick ropes of your seed—was far more arousing for you.

“Riiiight, the bet….” Leorio starts, “can I pay you instead? So we don’t have to do this.”

You chastise him with a few clicks of your tongue: “A deal’s a deal. You said yourself that I could never pass the Hunter Exam. And here we are, Hunter Pass in my pocket.” You reach down a hand and pat your jeans mockingly where the card resides, “and you at my whim.”

Leorio lets out a bated breath that he wasn’t aware that he had been holding in. Truth be told when he was on the search for a roommate, Kurrapika warned him about dangerous people who took advantage of those who were desperate. But Leorio wasn’t desperate—he only needed a roommate because he preferred to live with someone who was also a medical student, someone to share notes with and who could understand the rigorous schedule that resulted in sleepless nights, chores going unfinished, and lots of coffee. Plus, research has shown that medical students perform better academically when they live with other medical students.

So when you answered his Craigslist ad, offering a nice firm handshake, looking pretty cute, and offering your college transcript (yes, he asked all applicants for their transcripts—there’s nothing wrong with being a little thorough), he was comfortable enough to surmise that you weren’t dangerous. It wasn’t until you both had gotten incredibly drunk one night that you divulged some dark fantasies to one another, and Leorio realized that he was right approximately 99% of the time. You just so happened to be the 1% in which he wasn’t.

Somehow, the conversation had gone from quizzing one another on medical abbreviations to sharing sexual experiences. Or maybe sexual experiences had led to medical abbreviations? To be honest, Leorio was more inebriated than he cared to admit, and he was a bit curious about you and what type of people you liked—-wondering if he might fall into that specific category. 

To get you warmed up, Leorio listed off the usual fantasies that plagued him when he was alone at night and feeling particularly horny. He liked the idea of servicing or being serviced in a glory hole, adored all body types, but had a soft spot for partners that—-you guessed it—look a lot like you! What a coincidence! He went on to list a few other tame, by your comparison, desires, his eyes shifting nervously between the chilled beer in his hands and around the room. 

When he finally mustered the courage to turn to you, his cheeks flushed pink, and his breath hitched immediately, his reaction not only a result of the alcohol coursing through his veins but from the look on your face. You had a dangerous glint pooling in your eye, your chest was heaving up and down, and you were tracing your finger around the rim of your beer glass as though you were in a trance. Leorio swallowed thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as you looked at him in a way that made him feel like a piece of meat to be devoured.

Had his fantasies impacted you this much? 

“I like those things, too. Let me tell you what I’m really into, though.” You leaned forward and listed all your deepest desires to Leorio, who was now sinking back into the couch, attempting to put some distance between you two. What he heard made his heart race. How could someone so unassuming like yourself be into half the things you were listing? Were they even legal? 

When the night concluded, Leorio shuffled to his room and melted into his bed, ready to run through all the scenarios of the possibility of you being a serial killer. 

But, something else was brewing inside of him—something that felt inconspicuous at first but was now rearing its ugly head with an earth-shattering appearance. 

He felt strangely aroused remembering how you talked about humiliating a lover to the extent in which they’d be begging for release, how finding untraditional ways to tie them up—phone chords, duct tape, or chains were personal favorites—made you so embarrassingly hard. And despite his cheeks growing hot, Leorio would be a liar if he admitted his interest and curiosity into the physical logistics of such acts hadn’t been piqued.

He slipped his hand past the waistband of his sweats and groaned at the feeling of his rock-hard cock, which had already left a trail of precum against the inside of his thigh. That night, Leorio fucked his fist feverishly to the idea of you degrading him as you tied him up, forcing him on his knees and shooting globules of cum on his tongue until he was absolutely smothered in your essence. 

He decided to keep you as a roommate because this wasn’t so bad, and fantasies were just that—fantasies, right?

Now, sitting before your wolfish grin, that familiar frightening glint in your eyes, and a bag of goodies, Leorio wondered why he hadn’t originally set stipulations to the bet. Deep down, he knew why, and it was because his cock leaked at the idea of you coming up with something so deliciously depraved.

“What if I say no?” 

“You won’t.” Your words rang final and left no room for negotiation. Leorio’s shoulders hunched as he closed his textbook and prepared for his punishment.

“Now, it’s simple,” you say as you ball up the underwear and shove them into Leorio’s open mouth.

His nose scrunches; the underwear tastes salty and musty, signifying that they’ve definitely been used. But rather than spit them out, Leorio’s tongue swirls around the fabric, tasting some of the older and more aggressive stains.

Your eyebrow shoots up, surprised that his immediate reaction wasn’t to spit them out. Perhaps Leorio’s willingness to comply will bode well for him during his errand. 

“As I was saying, it’s simple. I just need you to go to the cafe down the street and pick up our coffee orders.” 

You’re so distracted by opening the package of tape that you don’t notice the curious look Leorio gives you. Finally, you’re able to unroll the tape and wrap the silver adhesive around his jaw, stopping directly under his nose and committing him to the used boxers in his mouth. 

“Ngh thmm mmh gh?“ [That’s all you want me to do?]

You smirk, the gag already impacting his speech and contributing to a twitch in your own boxers. 

“I’m going to assume you think it will be easy. Not quite. You’ll have a sheet over your eyes that will only allow you to see your feet and silhouettes in front of you, and your hands will be tied behind your back.”

“Mmm?” [And?]

“And you’ll be wearing nothing but your boxers.”

Ah, there it is. Leorio had an idea that something degrading would be involved in your bet—-you were nothing but forthcoming that night on the couch, after all, but still, he felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of so many people staring at him in nothing but his underclothes.

You quickly continued with what you promised—placing a sheer sheet over his eyes so he could still make out shapes in front of him. After all, it would be no fun if he got hit by a car. 

You then helped him strip his clothes, Leorio’s hand shooting out to capture your wrist as you fumble with his waistband.

You narrow your eyes and repeat, firmly, under your breath, “A deal’s a deal.” You take his pants off and snicker at seemingly what Leorio didn’t want you to witness. Before you, in all its glory, is a massive wet spot in his crotch area. The pervert has been leaking precum the entire time! 

MGH GH! [Hurry up!] 

“Oh, one last thing,” you say to him, pulling out a small pink oval-shaped device no bigger than a large egg. At first, Leorio can’t picture where he’s seen such a device until you quickly pull out your phone, unlock the screen, and open up an app he struggles to maneuver his neck to see.

Suddenly, a soft buzzing sound in the room increases with intensity as your thumb skates across your screen. 

“You have to wear this, too,” you state matter-of-factly. Leorio gulps but turns around for you and assumes the position, his dick leaking an embarrassing amount of precum as you roughly push the anal vibrator inside of him. After some coaxing, the device now sits snuggly against his sensitive prostate, the buzz soft yet omnipresent. Leorio’s dick jerks and pulses at the sensation. He clamps his eyes shut, trying to identify the exact moment he lost his mind to the point that he’s about to do this.

You place the basket around Leorio’s neck—where else are the coffees supposed to go when his hands are tied up, obviously—make sure his hands are tied behind his back and send him out the door, following closely in case you need to jump in for support. You’re a sadist, not evil. 

The cold breeze whips at Leorio’s bare legs, and he can feel small prickles of goosebumps start to trail up all along his thighs. He moves his neck to adjust the wicker basket so that it’s hanging as comfortably as a wooden basket can and has a brief thought that this actually wasn’t so difficult! As stated earlier, Leorio is approximately 99% right most of the time. 

You watch with delight as two elderly women pass him, mouths gaping wide at the sight before them. They clutch their canes with so much anger and ferocity that you think they might swing! They begin to verbally admonish him and wait, isn’t he the young aspiring medical student that lives in THEIR building?? Their questions make Leorio stumble, but he can’t find the words to explain that he’s actually not some pervert; he's just an idiot who lost a bet—which is somehow better? However, the boxers in his taped-over mouth make communicating rather complicated, so he only whimpers softly at them. 

And being the kind person you are, you decide to help your friend out, so you pull out your phone, which is still lit up by the app on the screen, and turn up the intensity of the vibrator oh so slightly. Your cheeks flash hot as Leorio’s long legs tremble, and he doubles over. You’re close enough that you can hear a muffled moan escape his lips, and it sounds so good that you’re almost considering taking him back into the apartment and having your way with him. Almost.

The ladies are horrified, hurrying to tell your landlord about the dubious man living in the building.

“MMM, ghn mmph gm!” [Shit, what the fuck!]  

Leorio exclaims, but of course, due to the situation in his mouth, which is growing excessively damp with saliva at every passing moment, his complaints come out muted and oh-so pathetic. 

Being the quick thinker that Leorio is, he takes off sprinting toward the coffee joint. Having committed the area to memory makes traversing the urban terrain relatively easy as long as he’s careful not to run into anyone. Luckily, he’s an expert Hunter who has survived a bloodthirsty, kid-loving killer clown, so his senses and confidence are more developed than the average person's.

You sprint after him, amused at his plan, finally catching up to him when you emerge past the sliding glass doors of the cafe. You choose to sit at a table near the counter, eager to hear the conversation between Leorio and the barista play out.

“S-sir! Your clothes!” Leorio can’t see what he assumes to be the young lady, but he can hear the mortification in her voice, and it makes his entire upper body turn pink from the humiliation of it all. He makes a mental note to never return to this establishment again.

“Ah mhn gn mgh geeze.”  [I need two black coffees, please!] 

Now, those weren’t your usual coffee orders, but Leorio was on a time crunch, the buzzing in his ass making his dick bob feverishly, and he needed to go home, now, if not to escape from the embarrassment of multiple eyes on him from the cafe’s patrons but to also give himself release from the burning arousal he feels deep in his stomach.

“S-sir, I can’t understand you! I…uh, like, should I get the manager?”

“Nnn! Mff hmmp!”  [No! Two black coffees! God, what is WRONG with you?!]

Leorio is practically stomping his foot in frustration. Your eyes brighten with unbridled interest and arousal as you lift your phone from the table in front of you, prepared to increase the vibration intensity again, but then something unexpected happens. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of blonde shoot by, heading straight for Leorio.

You rise, hesitation fogging your judgment—unsure if you should step in or hang back.

“Leorio? Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.”

And even though Leorio can’t see anything in front of him, he knows who is standing behind him from voice alone. He turns around to face one of his dearest friends, Kurapika.

Kurapika’s steel grey eyes take in his friend whose face may be covered, but his body is unmistakable. 

Leorio launches into shouts directed at Kurapika, which sound like whines and whimpers. Kurapika seems unfazed staring at his friend, and to your utter surprise and shock, Kurapika walks to the counter, pushing your roommate back from the now even more very confused woman. “Can you please get me two black coffees and a tea?”

“S-sure?” She takes Kurapika’s Hunter Association card, which doesn’t require him to pay for the drinks. In exchange, he is given two coffees and what you assume is the blonde's tea.

Leorio whimpers and hangs his head down.

“I am concerned for you, but you don’t seem to dislike what is happening to you, so…I’ll see you around.” Kurapika places two coffees in the basket, his eyes darting quickly down at the fresh, wet stain Leorio is brandishing for the onlookers at the cafe and departs from the coffee shop. He’s certainly embarrassed that he saw Leorio in such a strange position but is too afraid to ask for an explanation.

You stare and bear witness to the ridiculousness of it all—the fact that the authorities weren’t called and that a friend of Leorio’s walked in at precisely the right time, somehow understanding him with cum-soaked underwear shoved in his mouth is like something straight out of fanfiction! You’re so close to doubling over in rapturous laughter as Leorio struts past you, coffee hanging around his neck in the wicker basket, but you manage to pull it together and follow him back to your shared condo.

As soon as you slide into the apartment’s door behind him, you’re removing the coffee from around his neck, pushing him against a wall, and stripping him of his boxers. Leorio’s head spins as the basket around his neck keeps him from being too flushed against the wall's cool surface, the basket's wood digging into his skin. He trembles as hands pull, pinch and grope at his stomach, thighs, and throbbing dick, the vibrator still conveniently in his ass oscillating relentlessly. 

Still unable to see, Leorio can hear the sound of your zipper being pulled down, and he twitches with excitement for his chance at release—fucking, finally! But to his dismay, he feels your cock slide between the palms of his still taped hands, and, yeah, he likes it, but he feels a panic in his chest as he recalls your confession to him some nights ago on the couch. He’s sure he’s about to experience your love for orgasm denial.

You let out a breathy moan, picturing everything you just witnessed–how those old ladies looked at him in shock, how the barista so desperately wanted him to go away, and how his friend gazed upon him with embarrassed eyes.

“Did you enjoy your friend seeing the mess you made in your boxers?”

“Mmmg hggh nnmm!” [Please don’t do this. Please let me cum.]

You’re rutting into his hands, your precum creating all the lubricant you need against the rough pads of his palm.

 “F-fuck, today was so hot. My favorite part? Watching you sprint around with dirty boxers in your mouth. I love that you enjoyed the taste of me.”

Leorio lets out a whimper at the realization that you had stuffed your used underwear in his mouth. He thought this was the case, but hearing it from your lips was a different story. 

You hump his hand so aggressively that his front is pushing against the wall, the basket creating uncomfortable friction on his nipples and his cock still feeling neglected. And Leorio is glad you can’t see his face because tears gather in the corner of his eyes. This is all just too much, and he wants to cum so fucking badly that it hurts. He can feel the vibrator assaulting his prostate, and the way his dick smashes against the wall as you thrust feels fine enough, but he needs more. 

“T-tell me what you want,” your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and your eyes glaze because having this tall, intelligent man at your mercy is enough to make you burst.

“Mmmmhh mmmmm” [Help me] Leorio whines. His humping of the wall is so cute, so hot, so pathetic, so, so, so…

Suddenly, the pressure that was building up within you bursts open like a dam, and you flood his hand with your cum, some of which hits his boxers, and some of it soaks into the duct tape that’s still restraining him.

You catch your breath and pull away, leaving him to turn around and reach out for you in an attempt to beg for his own release, but you step back with a smirk.

“You think I’m going to make you cum? But I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

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[everafterhigharchive]

Masterlist!

Hello and welcome! I’m Raven (from @ravensraven ) and in this blog I’ll try to compile things from Ever After High’s website, dolls and much more!

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|Two| It’s Over Now

There are plenty of things I need to be doing, going over the quizzes from one of the three psych classes I taught, following up with three judges about cases I had updates for, and so on and so forth. Yet, here I was rereading the same four words that were sent to my phone earlier this week: Try with somebody else. Jamila Cortez was an enigma that I was drawn to which kind of unnerved me. When was the last time I actively wanted to get to know a new person? For the last few years I had been content within my bubble that consisted of what I thought was a happy relationship, building connections in the educator world, and increasing the distance from my checkered past. Keeping my head down, focusing on my goals served me well until it didn’t, and that bubble popped.

Apparently, the approach I took to reshaping my life caused my ex-girlfriend Mariah, of the last four years, to abandon all of the plans we made for the future. She claimed I wasn’t the same and I hurled the same accusation back. Now I was single for the first time and free from that bubble. I had spent these last few months trying to submerge myself back into the world, catching up with friends that I neglected in favor of hers, and trying experiences that actually interested me. It felt like I was discovering myself again, going through yet another transition, although I had no idea what the end result would be. My previous transitions were brought on by intrinsic motivations, this one? Was extrinsic by all intents and purposes, so I was riding the wave and seeing where it took me. It kept crashing into Jamila.

With me being one of the ten supervisors that worked for the non-profit Helping Hand I met all kinds of people. HH was designed to give people who have had minor brushes with the law a chance to give back to society by cleaning up and volunteering around the community. Along with my job as a professor, it gave me the chance to use the clinical psychology degree I spent four years getting. I loved social work, being on the ground, and getting to know people. My love and genuine care for others was another point of contention between Mariah and I. She didn’t like the way I always had to engage in conversation but it was a quality that served me well in my profession. I was able to see things in people that most would overlook. In Jamila I saw a sadness so profoundly deep I’m sure she didn’t even know how far down it reached and it reminded me of my own cemented over well of sorrows.

It became a goal of mine to strike up conversations with her because something told me her story would be interesting and I could learn from it. That girl was tough as nails though because she had no patience for me. I’ve been trying to think up a response that would adequately do but can’t seem to grasp how. My skills worked better in person I was starting to note. Right as I began to put my phone down, it began to vibrate, and flash with Mariah’s number. Taking a deep breath, I answer.

“Yeah?” I don’t have time or the space to give her pleasantries she does not deserve.

“Hey Xav, I uh, have quite a few of your things here. Are you coming to get them?” she asks in the airy tone I used to adore but now found quite grating.

“What things Mariah? Clothes?” I asked, trying to remember what I’ve left over her new home over the past year.

“Clothes, products, workout stuff,” she lists with a sigh like I was the one inconveniencing her. It seemed that our whole relationship had been one big inconvenience to her in hindsight. “Things like that. So what do you want me to do with them?”

There was no way I was getting on a plane for what was probably less than five hundred dollars worth of belongings. “Donate them or trash them. It’s whatever Mariah.”

“You don’t have to be like this. I was hoping that-

“That what? That we could be friends? After the shit you pulled?” I questioned, mindful not to raise my voice since I was in one of the adjunct offices at the university. There were six in a row in this wing of the floor and the walls weren’t the thickest. I didn’t need to disturb my colleagues with this drama. “What exactly were you hoping for?” 

“I tried to talk to you before any of this happened! You were always too busy helping this convict or that student. You were ignoring me,” she shrieks.

“So it’s my fault you fucked someone else? That’s a new one,” I chuckle dryly though I am not amused. It’s been three months since we last talked, I should have known this call was about to be some bullshit.

“I made my mistakes but so have you. You aren’t perfect either Xavier,” she said.

“And I never painted myself to be Mariah but I was loyal. Cheating isn’t a mistake, it’s a choice, and you still can’t stand on the choice you made. That’s unfortunate but that has nothing to do with me,” I said.

“Wow, it’s crazy you can even say that because it has everything to do with you,” Mariah says.

I closed my eyes as I took another breath because I can tell from the wobble in her voice that she is about to cry. If she does, I might actually lose my shit. She always thinks she can cry her way out of a disagreement. It’s as tiring as it is disingenuous.

“We can do this all day Mariah but it won’t bring us back together. Nothing ever will. Please don’t contact me again,” I said, before hanging up the phone. 

It was the only way to end the conversation and for her to understand that I did not want to be bothered. Moving quickly, I blocked her number before yet another essay text hit my phone. I had been stalling on doing so but it was clearly time to let every part of her go once and for all.

“Fix that form nigga.”

Sweat poured down my body as I readjusted the bar on my back that held two hundred pounds of weight on it. There was only one way to clear my mind after a day like I had and hitting the gym was it. Lucky for me, my best friend Aiden was the ideal work out partner as he was a personal trainer at Equinox. 

“Better but not by much,” Aiden said, as I ascended from the squat. “Where is your head at? Cause it ain’t here.”

The thing about being friends with someone since elementary school is that they know you better than you know yourself sometimes. I reach for my bottle of water on the floor before saying, “Mariah called me earlier today and I’ve been in a funk since. Trying to snap out of it though.”

“Why the fuck you answer? That’s the problem right there. You did it to yourself,” Aiden said, switching places with me at the rack.

He wasn’t one to mince words whereas I considered each word before saying it. The difference between us was patience.

“Man, she hasn’t called me in months. I honestly didn’t know what to expect,” I said, closing my water back.

“You should have expected some bullshit because it’s exactly what you got,” Aiden said as he executed the five rep set without missing a beat. It was lighter than what he had been lifting lately.

“Pretty much but I finally blocked her so the problem is solved. Just dug some shit up is all,” I said, as we switched places again.

“That’s to be expected too X. She hurt more than your feelings, she hurt your pride, and that’s a motherfucker to come back from,” Aiden says.

He’s not wrong. The dig at my ego did and was doing a number on me. Even in the lowest of our lows, Mariah and I’s sex life never reached those dips. Not when she moved either or so I thought. It was one of the reasons I had held on so long even though the end was imminent before she cheated. To know that hadn’t been one of her reasons to hold on fucked me up. We were disconnected in every single way possible.

“She did but what’s done is done. It’s time for both of us to move on,” I said, as I glanced at my watch. I meant to check in on my progress during this workout but when I noted the time I cursed. “Aye bruh, I gotta get up out of here. It’s my turn with Granddad tonight.”

Vernon Taylor, my grandfather, was the heart of our family. That’s why when we got the diagnosis of dementia as an explanation for his frequent sudden bouts of forgetfulness, we were crushed. It would eventually progress toward Alzheimer’s but for now we did everything we could for him. Including alternating night shift visits between his children and their children so that my grandmother GiGi could get some help. If I rushed, I could make it to Queens by eight.

“Oh I forgot about that too. Tell GiGi I said I’ll be there soon,” Aiden said, outstretching a fist towards me.

I bumped it with my own as I gathered my belongings. “Will do, I’ll see you.”

With that I was off. My apartment was only a fifteen minute walk from the gym. Once there I showered quickly and threw on some lounge clothes. The overnight bag I used when going over there was already packed, so once I grabbed it and my work bag, I was in the back of an Uber before seven. For the next forty eight minutes, I used the ride to reflect on my day, deciding what would make it into tomorrow, and what wouldn’t go past today. It was a coping method I learned in undergrad that helped me regulate my emotions when I did not know quite what to do with them. By the time I made it to Queens Village to the yellow two-story home I spent almost every weekend in, I felt ready to deal with what awaited inside. Walking up the pathway, I fished my keys out of my pocket so that I could let myself inside.

“GiGi it’s me, Xavier,” I called out, as I locked both the screen door and front door. No one else would be coming today so I also went ahead and put the alarm on.

“We’re in the living room baby. I left your dinner in the oven, should still be warm,” GiGi called back.

“Ahh thank you, I’m starving. I’ll be in there in a minute,” I said, before heading upstairs to my dad’s old room which was the first one you saw once you reached the landing. 

I didn’t bother turning on the lights knowing it would be a minute before I was up here for good. Tossing my bag on the floor, I stepped out of my sneakers and into the slides I wore around the house. I headed to the bathroom to wash my hands and then downstairs to grab the plate stuffed with salmon cakes, sautéed vegetables, and rice, that was indeed still warm. Within ten minutes I had inhaled the plate between checking my email which was unsurprisingly even more full since I last looked. I’d spend a good portion of the night combing through them for real. The next few hours belonged to Grandad who was sitting in his favorite chair. Gigi sat beside him knitting while he looked ahead at a Knicks game. 

I walked over and dropped a kiss on her brown cheek before moving over to Grandad. “Hey old man, how are you doing today?” I asked, holding my hand out towards him.

His hand grasped mine as his eyes roved over my face trying to place me from the rolodex of memories he had left. “Doing good Lex, doing good. You checked in on your sister? You the oldest you need to keep up with her and Keith,” Grandad replied.

GiGi tossed me a small smile as she said lowly, “Today was a little rough. Sorry baby.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” I said, reaching over and squeezing her hand. Out of all of us, I knew this transition was hardest for her the most. She’s known him inside and out for forty nine years. Turning to face Granddad once more, I mustered a smile while saying, “That’s good Pops, I try but you know how your kids are.”

“Don’t I?! Y’all came out working a nerve let me tell you,” Grandad said, wheezing a laugh. 

“All done with love,” I say as I ease down on the floor beside him like I did when I was younger. His hand taps my shoulder a few times as I get comfortable. It is his form of affection because as a veteran it was hard for him to soften enough for constant hugs and kisses. “Who you got on the game?”

“Not these bums in blue and orange, they need Walt. Where his ass at? His team needs him,” Grandad said, shaking his head and causing me to laugh. The essence of his personality is prevalent.

As much as things were changing, I had to hold onto these moments as tight as possible to carry into however many tomorrows I had left on this earth.

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Me and a few of my friends are doing a little art challenge where we take a few personality quizzes and then draw ourselves as pokemon based off of the results

Heres the drawing I made of the first evolution for mine!

(I got a Ghost/Fairy Cat (and a little bit fox) on the quizzes! Also it took me like, three days to find good quizzes for this challenge, most of which was spent trying to find a non-shity animal personality test that didn't use not-so-great terms)

[i-am-a-scholar-of-magic]

The Titan’s Humors

As I’ve mentioned many times before, one of my favorite aspects of “The Owl House” is the setting: a rich tapestry of the macabre, toned down for ages six to eleven. Everything from the buildings covered in bones and eyes to the Titan’s skull on the horizon reminds the viewers of the semi-organic, pseudo-hellish setting, and it’s awesome to see the showmakers’ imaginations on display. 

One piece of lore was offered in a throwaway line at the beginning of “Them’s The Breaks, Kid,” while teenaged Eda and Lilith are quizzing each other on the way to school: the idea of the “Titan’s Five Humors,” earth, blood, bone, bile, and breath. That's an intriguing concept if you think about it. And as no one seems to have picked much up on this, I thought I’d take a crack at it. 

First off, let’s review what “humors” are in real life, also explained in earlier posts. The “Humorist” theory of medicine developed by the physicians and philosophers of Ancient Greece, and then adopted by the Romans and Medieval Europeans. It postulated that the body is filled with four “humors” or major fluids: blood, phlegm, “black” bile, and “yellow” bile. The balance or imbalance of these humors within the body was thought to cause various ailments before the development of germ theory in the 1850s. Each was also tied to one of the classic four temperaments: sanguine, choleric, melancholic, and phlegmatic. 

This denotes that witches have classified five substances of the Boiling Isles leftover from the Titan whose decomposing body forms them. 

We have quite a bit of lore on Titan’s Blood, compared to the others. It is a rare, violet fluid rich in natural magic. It can be used to create portals to the human realm, and can even do so naturally, and also be used as a potent power source. 

The others are only mentioned in this episode, and therefore mostly my own conjecture. 

Earth seems simple enough. Marriam-Webster defines “earth” as “the solid footing formed of soil : ground.” Considering the flesh of a corpse - even one as vast as the Titan - eventually turns into nutrient-rich soil through decomposition, it is easy to determine that “earth” is the soil of the Boiling Isles upon which witches and demons live and that nurtures its various creepy and dangerous plants. 

Bone is a bit trickier to figure out, but the architecture of the society of the Isles may give us a clue. Many buildings seem to at least partially be made of massive bones and fangs, often in decorative fashions. This may demonstrate that the Titan’s bones are mined as a building material, much like marble or granite in real life. 

Bile has some seriously awesome connotations. It is established early-on that magic in witches and biped demons comes from a sac of magic bile attached to their hearts. This might imply that the Titan had magic bile of his own! Assuming any remains, it would likely be an even more potent source of raw magic than the Titan’s blood! However, bile is never shown or otherwise mentioned on-screen. 

Finally, Breath has some interesting ideas of its own. Considering the Titan has been dead for thousands of years, he clearly hasn’t breathed in some time. It is also worth noting that gasses tend to escape a corpse very early in the decomposition process. However, given the potent magic of the Titan and the Isles, it is possible that the air trapped in the Titan’s lungs when it died was imbued with similar magic as his blood. In my mind, this is analogous to natural gas and also used as a fuel or power source for the inhabitants of the Isles. 

It is worth noting that I have tied parallels to each of these humors with natural resources of our own world, all of which have one thing in common: they are non-renewable. While the Isles are likely not going to disintegrate into the Boiling Sea any time soon, these substances clearly have a limited capacity that cannot be replenished. Titan’s Blood is outright stated to be rare in the modern age. 

It seems the Children of the Isles need to be aware of conservation, too. Who would have thought?

Thanks for reading! More to come …!

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[sickness-health-all-that-shit]

@gallavichthings and now for one of mine :) slightly less than a year old, but here it is anyway:

Possibilities

It had started with Ian randomly quizzing him about some math problem or another. Mickey easily gave him the solution, promptly rolling his eyes at the genuinely impressed look on the red-headed dork’s face.

this one started with a prompt here on tumblr, "What are you hoping to achieve here?" I just had this idea that Ian would notice how good Mickey is at math in their s2 non-boyfriends boyfriends era, and would sneakily encourage him to realise that maybe he’s not as fucked for life as he thinks he is. the story ends in a pretty angsty place, but there’s a little hint of hope at the end of the fic because, well, we know things turn out well for them in the end <3

[d-parade]

me and my whine blog

Overview:

SEA male. I like seinen/ shounen manga with action, drama, horror and gore, but mostly talk about my dumb opinions here. I also like motorcycles and MMA.

My opinions:

- Transsex should be medicalised

- You need sex dysphoria/ incongruence to be trans

- Dysphoria is innate. “Social dysphoria” has nothing to do with being trans.

- Non binary ≠ trans (also neutral abt them, neither heavily against or heavily support.)

- Pronouns = gender/ sex

- Mogai 💀💀💀

- Asexuality/ aromanticism isn’t a spectrum, not inherently lgbt

- Sex favourable aces aren’t asexual

- Pan, omni, etc labels are unnecessary

- Gay/ lesbian = strictly mlm/ wlw

- Gender as a “social construct” exists, but again, opposing it is not trans

I’m happy to explain my views if you ask nicely. I won’t attack or insult you. You have my word. Just give me the same respect you wish to receive.

some posts of mine:

Transgender vs Transsex + the exploration of reasons behind the modern day transgender culture (i peaked with this post)

Is transgenderism just another youth subculture?

Analogy

Gender quizzes and why they’re fucked up honestly

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[youwouldntlietopapa]

i love your head cannons so much! uwu

i was wondering if you could write headcannons on how the papas would help a s/o who is getting their wisdom teeth out. i’m having mine removed soon and im very afraid of dentists so i’m not excited :c

Oh no, that sounds like a WHOLE ordeal. I hope it all goes well and that your recover is a speedy one! Also, I actually have Copia going through the same thing here.

Here are some Papas to help!

Primo:

He completely understands. He’s not much on the dentist either. They are, in his opinion, the true beings of evil.

Teases that you could have all your teeth out and just have a lovely set of dentures. No more dentists after that.

Really just wants to make you laugh and smile, he hates seeing you nervous and scared.

Promises he’ll go with you and that he’ll take very good care of you while you’re recovering.

Makes sure to stock up on some some soft but tasty treats.

Definitely gives you something before your appointment to help you relax.

Secondo:

He will NEVER admit it, but he also doesn’t like the dentist.

No, he is not SCARED. Don’t be ridiculous. He just doesn’t like being poked at prodded at, or the weird light they stick in your face, of having someone invading his personal space, of the way freezing feels, or that they try to make chitchat when their hands are in his mouth, or having their hands in his mouth, or being quizzed about his brushing and flossing habits…

Look, he just doesn’t like the dentist.

Reminds you that the teeth are causing you pain and he likes seeing that even less than he likes the dentist.

Promises to hurt the dentist if they aren’t gentle with his amore.

Drives you over early so you can have a minute to just breathe.

When he sees how anxious you are, he’ll pull you into his lap and hug you close.

Whispers gentle encouragement and sweet words, rocking you slowly. Telling you how brave you are and how proud he is.

Holds your hand unless or until you tell him to stop.

Terzo:

He does NOT like seeing you so stressed and upset.

Makes it his mission to keep you happy and distracted as much as possible.

He plans out days in advance of things to do with you, adventures to go on, movies to watch, ways to pamper you.

On the drive over, he babbles almost non-stop and you realise he might be more nervous than you.

He’s never been good with things where he doesn’t feel like he can help.

But he’s trying valiantly to focus on the things he can do for you.

Makes a few ridiculous comments about having you in bed for a few days.

Promises to make you pastina as much as you want.

Actually jumps out of the car and sprints to your side to open the door for you and then hug walks you all the way inside which is both difficult and charming somehow.

Copia:

He is terrified of the dentist, so he is fully understanding of how you feel.

Tells you all about when he had his out and reassures you it wasn’t so bad, speaking a little wistfully about getting to eat jello in bed.

Makes sure to stock up on any snack you’d like, making a few suggestions from his own experience.

Gets all of your favourite comfort items ready for you. Fuzzy blankets and pillows, comfy clothes and slippers, your favourite movies to have a marathon while you’re recovering.

He even bought some nail polish for you with a promise to paint your fingers and toes while you relax.

Promises you can wear his favourite hoodie while you recover and he won’t complain about being cold even once.

Already booked the days afterward off so he can spend all day with you.

If you’re up for it, he explains he told the ghouls and they asked to come for a cuddle pile.

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RP Blog is 18+ only, but not any explicit NSFW. Canon-flexible . 

(Main) Loki, God of Mischief: shapeshifter, bisexual, fluid. Survived IW but barely - was really ‘mostly dead’ ala Westley in Princess Bride. How he was rescued/rescued himself, where he’s been, what he knows what happened after the Statesman is thread dependent.

(Other Loki). Fudging with the timeline, canon, and, comics, and universe depending on thread and RP. Main thing is attempting to stay consistent per thread! I come from fic writing so that’s how my brain works.

Here for Headcanons

misc tags: #headcanons, #quizzes and memes, #ooc, #ooc posts

Mischief Mun: is 30+, pronouns she/they, been writing fic for years, started in a sci-fi fandom, now in MCU and Loki centric. Main ship I write is frostiron. Dabbling in hannigram in Hannibal tv. Keeping my AO3 and tumblr separate but open to sharing privately if you want to scope me out for RP partnering. I’ve published over 800k words on AO3. I like a plot. In US Central time zone. Only on mobile (phone, tablets) so don’t expect a lot of fancy graphics and such.

Open Starters: Sleeping Beauty Clandestine Creature

Rules:

-This is new for me, so just don’t be weird or a jerk and we’ll be fine

-The block button will be used if necessary

-No hate: no bigotry, racism, transphobia, etc, so educate yourselves accordingly. Ya know, like you should be doing in life anyways.

-No MCU hate: this doesn’t mean there can’t be criticism of characters and actions, but there’s criticism (I have plenty of my own) and then there’s just bashing and vitriol. There’s a lot of bs in the Loki fandom and that is not happening here. I love all Lokis as characters and the show.

For RP partners:

-Loki controls his own shipping, thoughts, and actions.

-RP is supposed to be interactive, yes? So if you want total control, that’s what fic writing is for. 

-Time to post: Probably slow, I have a full time job and am constantly writing several fics in more than one fandom

-Feel free to send a starter ask and we’ll see! Or random asks not exactly intended for long term threads!

-Shipping: Default is platonic. Something romantic or sexy can develop but even then don’t expect very explicit scenes - it’s just not something I think I’d be up for skill wise or be comfortable with in the RP world. Flirting and talk is ok. If you’re set on an explicitly smutty ship, best to move along. That being said, frostiron is my main Loki ship. I dabble in strangefrost, strangeironfrost, frostshield

-Crossovers: possible, especially if I know the universe

-OCs: I don’t know how I’ll be without pre-existing knowledge of some kind (new around here, in fic I’ve done OC’s but they were mine, ya know?) Open to it.

-RP is in threads here

For non-RP blogs: 

-Comments and reblogs are not welcome. Just keeping it tidy.

-Asks are welcome for commentary or screaming happily about threads

-Asks for random questions are welcome

-No RP threads with personal blogs

Wishlist

Thor, God of Thunder. (brothers forever) Look, I just want Thor and Loki reunited, okay?

Sam Wilson, Captain America. (likely enemies to friends). I think it would be interesting to throw these two who have never met together

Peter Parker: (friends, maybe a bit of mentor-mentee)

(Everything above is subject to change)

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Stupid shameless plug? Stupid shameless plug!

So for the last... year or so? I've been using an app called Finch. It's honestly one of the best gamification apps that I've ever used, and it's helped me remember to take my meds in ways literally nothing else has.

Putting this behind a cut in case you're not interested.

You set your bird's name and pronouns (he/she/they), and then set some goals for yourself. The app supplies some suggestions, but you can set some yourself, too! (All of mine are self-set, for example.) If it's a regularly recurring goal, you can do something called a Journey, and they'll appear automatically at how often you set it.

You can also use the app as a mood tracker or a diary if you like, and it suggests breathing exercises for anxiety, getting active, or going to sleep. There are (non-professional, obviously) quizzes to analyze your sleep habits, depression, etc. (One thing that really appeals to me is that, while you can tell Finch to remind you of your daily goals, there's no shaming or whatever if you don't make it.)

Completing your goals gives your Finch energy, which they use to explore and grow!

When they come back, they'll have learned things about themselves. Their likes and dislikes, friends they've made, and what media they enjoy! (My Finch Peanut likes Avatar 😭)

You also get "rainbow stones" at the end of the daily adventures (and during journey milestones) which you can use to get clothing to dress up your Finch (including Pride items and disability aids) and furniture to decorate your room. When your Finch gets old enough, you can also buy dye to customize your Finch's colors.

There are monthly events too, where you can get special clothing and furniture. This month, it's raincoats and flowers. Last month was 90s rave-style stuff. In December, there were holiday items including a Christmas tree, a menorah, and a kinara.

But the best part is that it's completely free. No ads, no intrusive pop-ups, nothing. There is a paid option available that gets you access to more options and furniture, but it's not mandatory at all. (And every month, there's a raffle for people to get a month free from people who sponsor them. (I do that, actually.)

There's also a Discord community where you can share your Finch's milestones, outfits, and just vibe with people! It's got Pluralkit for the systems out there, and you can communicate directly with the devs.

This is absolutely not a paid ad and I promise I'm not gonna turn this into an ad blog or anything. This is just me wanting to share an app that's helped me a lot and might help you too. Will I remember to take my meds for me? Probably not. Will I do exercises for me? Again, probably not. But will I do that stuff for my little Finchy pal? Hell yeah I will.

If you're interested in giving it a try, use my Invite code because we both get neat little goodies from it: R24ZVBSLVQ

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I don't have nearly as many useful or non-obvious ones, but...

keep your brightness low. If they take your phone and can't see it, while turning up the brightness you may have a chance to close out whatever app you were on.

have multiple hiding spots. If they find one, you may have lost something, but not everything. DO NOT put everything in one place.

the more extracurriculars you do at school, the less time you're at home. I do enjoy most of the things I do, but I wouldn't have stuff every day of the week if I loved being at home.

HOWEVER: two things. 1) they should be things that you've demonstrated some interest in. I'm not going to join the Fashion Club out of nowhere, because that's going to cause a conversation. But *me* joining Jazz Band or Film Club makes more sense. And 2) your parents, like mine, might be ones to demand that you be good at the things you do. So if you just randomly join a bunch of clubs and don't start getting awards and/or being in charge, they might either be angrier with you or just make you quit.

the backseat is so much better for yelling. It's also harder for them to reach you, especially if you're directly behind their seat.

If you need accommodations and your parents don't allow it, ask your teachers separately. Take a week or two to learn their character and whether they will react badly, and then one day after class just ask politely for what you need if you can. EXAMPLE SCRIPT: "Hi! I just wanted to let you know that I suffer from anxiety and have sensory processing issues. I'm just telling you because if it looks like I'm not participating or zoning out, I'm probably just overwhelmed and doing my best. I was wondering if I could wear earplugs during long tests or quizzes to help me focus like a neurotypical person might be able to." If they say no, don't push too hard because that leads to them telling your parents that you are "disruptive".

okay this one sucks. but you might have to pretend to be hurt sometimes. You accidentally slam something, you might need to cry out after to make it seem more like an accident and not attitude.

don't make them call you twice. Wearing both headphones, or blocking your hearing at all, isn't a good idea.

please don't try the "I have a legal right to my information!" shit. Trust me, it's not going to make them magically give you anything.

Know that it might never be enough. No matter how much you do, it might never spare you from punishment. Because the problem is not, and NEVER will be, you. The problem is them.

hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak