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[alliumbunny]

I Finished TMNT2012 Season 3!!! Yippeeee

It's taken along time but yyaaayyy

anyways

oh my god that fucking ending

holy shit

i love it

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obviously there's things I dislike but I majorly like it more then I dislike it, I think i'm gonna like season 4 alot! I love space so yee :]

I can't believe they gave mikey drugs /hj(Not even close to drugs in looks and way of happening but kinda acts like drugs(I have never done drugs, i don't actually know what drugs are like lol)

I genuinely didn't think splinter was dying in the episode, it's weird but I totally thought it'd be a fake-out where we think shredder killed him but it was something different idk, I realize now that it was obvious but i'm not the brightest sofvfnoj fdngjk df eheh lol I love it tho, that scene is so funny, fucked up. shredder is fucked up, i love it.

it was like 44 minutes long I don't actually remember what was where in it kfjfifgnifsdsg

I really like Mikey in this episode, i love him saying that he knows every krang base in Dimension X, that's fucking cool, i like that alot. I like references to him knowing alot about Dimension X and the Kraang. I think it fits alot and i jusgt uoabdhijsdlfhijonkg jdj <3

I liikkkeeee it :]

I think aprils fun in this episode, I like seeing her fight in major moments(all tho moments that aren't as major can be quite lackluster sadly, The fight between her and Karai comes to mind, I cringed so much mherjheheeehehe) I think she can be a really good character when she isn't getting pushed to the sidelines or being used as a crush for donnie and casey and nothing else. I like when she's a badass. :3

I swear they had a new intro for season 3 with the cool ass outfits(The like, more grey outfits) and then they used them like... 3 times in the whole series after the farmhouse arc thing. and even during the farmhouse arc they didn't use them much :( I really like those outfits, they look really good, i wish they used them more brrr

also!! Agent bishop!! woah!!!!!! Agent Bishop!!!(I have no clue who this guy is but I've heard of him in fanfiction teehe) Woah! Bishop!! Chess piece!! woahhh!! aaaa

I think that might be it, but idk, I really like the last episode of season 3, I liked season 3... kinda,... mostly... maybe??? it has it's ups and downs. there's Alot of downs but I still liked it! haha..

[averydedicateduck]

Me being forced to go to sleep at a reasonable hour without my bedtime story because my Internet was down for two days

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part ten

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: none (im pretty sure)

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 5.8k

The melodic chirping of birds in time with the gentle beat of Alexia’s heart roused you, your back delightfully warm, and for what seemed to be a long time you felt well-rested–felt as if the leaded weight that made its home in your bones finally melted away because, truly, you’d forgotten the lightness of being one felt upon waking from a night’s sleep or, even more so, the lightness one felt when waking in the sheltering arms of a lover. So you sighed, content and at peace, as you breathed Alexia in when you nestled further into the safety of her neck where faint wintergreen and her delicate, earthly scent lived, familiar and evermore comforting. 

When you finally drew your eyes open, the world came to focus and revealed, in its center, Alexia already awake, her head propped on her arm with her honey eyes, just like molten gold in the resplendent glow of the morning sun, lidded as she gazed at you with a lazy smile, soft and relaxed but it ignited you with a gentle flame all the same, whose radiance only intensified upon meeting your eyes. 

“Good morning.” Alexia greeted you and it struck you just how much you missed the sound of her voice in the morning, low and soft with just the right amount of rasp that never failed to incite the desire to kiss her right then.

“Good morning.” You replied in the same tone, cheeks warming to a gentle simmer in the face of your lover’s tender demeanour. She brushed the back of her fingers on your cheek while a silence filled the space between your eyes, intimate, as you soaked each other in. But when you could no longer sustain the weight from her gaze–when you chest had filled twice over that it felt in danger of bursting from the sheer joy of being looked upon by such earnest affection–you whispered, “you’re staring.”

Alexia tucked your hair behind your ear before she countered in a voice so tender your heart ached.

“And you’re beautiful.”

No words could translate the gravity of what you felt in that moment, so you spoke the only language that could ever come close to conveying it: you cupped her jaw and caught her lips between yours, seared the missed ‘good morning’s’ and the lost ‘hello, how are you’s’ into the kiss, the pace languid but sweet, savouring the way her lips parted in this silent conversation–relishing the way Alexia tasted like summer on your tongue.

Alexia tugged you closer, and closer still but still not close enough, with a gentle pressure from her hand against the small of your back, the other now over the nape of your neck.

But the conversation was cut short, too short, when a small gasp reached your ear, electrifying you in an unpleasant way your eyes flung wide open, darting immediately to the direction of the sound to find Elisa standing at the last step of the stairs, her hair ruffled from sleep, her loose shirt creased and draped slightly to the side, mouth wide open in disbelief as she gawked at the sight of the two of you.

And what a sight the two of you must have been. 

In your haste to extricate yourself from Alexia, you ended up flopping down against the tiled floor, the carpet doing little to cushion your fall, but you recovered quickly and now you stood there not quite knowing what to do with your arms or what to even say. Alexia, on the other hand, remained half on her back and half sitting up, her weight against an elbow, the other arm frozen outstretched towards you, a clear attempt to save you from when you fell down. If the situation had been different, you probably would’ve laughed especially at Alexia’s expression: her face contorted in part mortification and part worry, brows upturned, eyes agape, and lips partially opened–if only you weren’t too flustered yourself to do so. 

Alexia got her bearing faster than you, though–damn her and her athletic condition–because she, too, now stood from the couch (and did so with a lot more grace than you did). She cleared her throat, fumbled with her hands as it looked like she tried to stick her hands in her jacket pockets before it dawned on her that it remained still on the coffee table, so she resorted in putting them in her jean pockets instead. 

“Good morning, Elisa. How are you?” Alexia said in English and her voice wavered at the end, the question infused with a guilty inflection. 

With bated breath, you waited for your daughter’s reaction as trepidation filled you, which only worsened when Elisa’s eyes darted at you, then to Alexia, then back to you again. Numerous scenarios fleeted through your mind and out of all the images your mind conjured, what happened next was not one them: you didn’t expect the way with which Elisa’s surprise morphed into smug delight, her once opened mouth now curved into a coy smile, not dissimilar to a cat’s, that only served to accentuate the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Are you guys dating?” Each word deliberately drawled out as Elisa posed them, punctuated by a teasing cadence that set your ears and cheeks aflame. The question, thankfully, brought you back to yourself because only you could save you and Alexia from this situation. 

“Okay, I think I need to have a conversation with you so up you go, young lady, back to your room for now.” You said as you approached Elisa who you guided towards the stairs with a gentle hand on her back but not before you placed a good morning kiss on the crown of her head. Elisa whined, but she heeded your words nonetheless, although she did sneak a wave and a cheeky thumbs up to Alexia on the way up, leaving you with an amused smile on your lips at her antics as you thought fondly, shaking your head, ‘Oh my god, this child.’ 

When Elisa was finally out of sight and you heard her bedroom door shut, you let out the breath you were holding. That really could have been a disaster, and when you looked over your shoulder, you found the same thought written in Alexia’s face. You dragged your feet back to where Alexia stood who, as soon as you got close enough, was quick to pull you back into her gentle arms. With your cheek pressed against her collarbone, her arms loose around your waist, and her chin resting on your head, you were grounded back to the moment, your muscles relaxing as apprehension began to leave you. 

“That was mortifying.”

Alexia let out an airy laugh, the remnant of her nervousness still apparent. “I know. At least we didn’t do it last night.”

“Alexia,” you groaned as your cheeks burnt anew, “please, don’t–I don’t even want to imagine that right now.”

Melodic laughter filled your ears again before it tapered off which, once again, left you two blanketed in the subtle refrain of the waking world and the warmth of the sunlight that streamed through the window. You didn’t know which of you moved first but in the next moment, you found the both of you swaying to a gentle rhythm as you held each other. 

“So, what now?” Alexia asked, breaking the silence.

“I… I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sure, the both of you agreed to take everything slow, but where to even start? When intimacy and familiarity were already there, strong and incessant in their pull, how could torn lovers begin to mend the fragments–to keep everything tentative and slow? Where should the lines be drawn, the boundaries set, when a profound desire that transcended physical affection already made its home in your heart, a yearning that constantly craved for not only Alexia’s company but also her thoughts? Because with Alexia, you wanted–and would always–want more.

“I think, for now, I need to talk to Elisa about this–about us.” Sighing, you continued, “what do I even tell her?”

“Well, she seems to approve.” At that, the both of you chuckled, then Alexia spoke again, serious but her tone remained light when she did. “Tell her whatever you’re comfortable with. Slow, remember? No labels for now, it’s just you and me.”

She placed a kiss against your ear and you hummed, nuzzling her neck in gratitude.

Another pause. 

“I think I should go.” 

Hard as you tried, you couldn’t hide your disappointment at what Alexia just said even though it was probably the best thing to do right now. There were much you needed to talk to Elisa about alone: her nightmares and her therapy, and now this. The only thing that eased your heart was the fact that Alexia seemed as reluctant to go, too, with the way her hold on you tightened and you responded to her touch by falling further into her, clutching the fabric of her shirt in an attempt to let her know you’d rather she stayed.

“I know. Me, too,” Alexia sighed seeming to understand what you were feeling as she kissed your temple. “How about this? If you and Elisa are feeling up for it, I could take you some place tomorrow? I did tell you before that I’d show you around.”

At the reminder, the memory fleeted through your mind and a sense of melancholy filled you but you swallowed it down before it could take root. Then you hummed in agreement, “I’ll ask Elisa about it. What’s on for you today?”

“Apart from waiting until tomorrow comes?” Alexia joked which made you giggle. “I’ll probably visit La Masia, check with Josep for next week’s schedule, then head home or visit Mamá and the family.”  

“That sounds fun.” You said as you began to kiss her, knowing that your time together for the day would end any second now. As you punctuated each word with a kiss, you continued, “alright, I should let you go now, then.”

The rumble from Alexia’s chuckle radiated beneath your palm on her chest as she whined, “you’re making it really difficult to leave.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop now,” you giggled and just as you began to pull away, Alexia cradled the nape of your neck and sealed your lips together again for a deeper kiss. Then she pulled away but not before dragging down your lower lip with her thumb as she untwined herself from you and gave you a look that made you burn all over.

“Call me later?”

You nodded.

Alexia grabbed her leather jacket, gave you a smile and one last peck on your cheek, before she strode out of the door. 

The feeling of loss that arrived upon her departure did not go unnoticed by you but before it could settle in your heart, you made your way to Elisa’s bedroom. As soon as you entered though, Elisa shot you a question without any preamble, practically buzzing in her excitement. 

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you’re dating Alexia?” 

Your cheeks burnt at Elisa’s bluntness.

“Before we get to that, ladybug, I need to talk with you about something first.” You said as you set yourself down next to her on the bed. Elisa regarded you with a look that said she already knew what you were going to talk with her about. You wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m worried about your nightmares and your therapy. Do you think we need to switch to a different therapist?”

Elisa gnawed on her lower lip before she spoke in a soft voice. “I like my current one. She’s cool and she makes it easy for me to talk about what happened. But I can take more sessions if you want me to.”

“Do you think you need more sessions?” You looked at Elisa pointedly, emphasising the fact that the choice was hers to make. “All I want is what’s best for you and your wellbeing, Elisa. I’m not trying to make you do anything, especially if you know yourself you don’t need them, but I also can’t just stand by and watch so I’m just here to tell you that there are options. If you need more sessions, we can do it. If you want to change therapists, we’ll both find you a new one. As long as it’s going to help you get through this, we can do it.” 

“I’m not sure… Can I–” You caught her eye again and you raised your brows at her chosen word, and you watched as Elisa nodded, understanding what you meant, before she began again, “I will talk to my therapist about it and see if I do.” 

You beamed at her, proud as you squeezed her shoulder again. She smiled back.

“So, what do you think is causing this spike in nightmares?” 

“I… I don’t know. I think I’m just nervous? Also, maybe too excited?” Then Elisa added with a small laugh, “or both? I don’t really know.”

“About what, ladybug?”

“Going back to the Academy.”

At this information, you couldn’t help but frown, confused. “Is something happening in the Academy?”

Concern must have been too apparent in your tone because Elisa quickly looked at you and said as she waved her hands in reassurance, “it’s nothing bad, Mom, don’t worry! It’s just, Coach told us there are scouts coming some time around the end of the year and I’m… I really want to play for Barça, Mom.”

You understood her apprehension but her answer didn’t tell you why her shoulders looked like they’d taken on an invisible weight again with the way her spine curved inwards, almost dejected. 

“That’s a really big opportunity, ladybug, so I understand that pressure is there for you to perform your best. Is it the pressure that’s making you think about what happened?”

Elisa shrugged, quirking her lips to the side in an unsure manner. A moment later though, she nodded and admitted in a small voice. “I just don’t want to let them down. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Elisa,” you took her hand in yours.  “Never, never. If your parents were here, they would tell you how proud they are of how far you’ve come already. You’re so strong, ladybug, and you don’t even know how much. And if you happen to fall down, we’ll be here to support you until you’re ready to stand back up again. Just know that whatever happens, you will always be enough. Always, Elisa. ”

Elisa leant her head against your shoulder then she turned her head and gazed at you with wide eyes. “You really think I can make it?” 

“I believe in you, ladybug. Do you?” You pinched her arm playfully which earned you a giggle from her. When she looked back up at you and you saw the determined gleam in her eye, the worry in you was put to rest. 

“Yes.” 

At that, you couldn’t help the warmth that surged through you and you hugged her. “There you go. I’m so proud of you, ladybug.” 

After a moment of silence, Elisa asked in a teasing tone, “so… Alexia, huh, Mom?” 

Your cheeks warmed. “What about her?” 

“Are you together?”

“It’s… complicated right now, ladybug. We’re working on it.”

“Was that why you always looked sad whenever we talked about her? Before now?” You raised your brows in surprise. You’d always tried your hardest to school your features whenever Alexia was brought up because you didn’t want Elisa to worry but you didn’t think that you were that transparent. 

“Did I really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to explain it but whenever you tried to smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.”

“Oh.” Pause. “I… I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Elisa shook her head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Mom. And it’s different now. Now you look happy.”

“I am.” You admitted with a small smile. “How… how do you feel about us, though?”

“I’m happy that you’re happy, Mom. It’s going to take awhile to get used to the Alexia Putellas being around but I’ll be fine. And as long as she treats you well, I’m alright.”

Your chest expanded at her words. “Thank you, ladybug, that… that means a lot.”

Elisa hugged you then and you hugged her back. 

“Speaking of, Alexia offered to take us around the city tomorrow. What do you say?”

At that, Elisa practically jumped up, unable to control her excitement and you laughed. 

True to her words, Alexia pulled up in her car the next day a couple of hours before noon. Alexia looked comfy in her white sneakers, ankle length socks, shorts, an oversized t-shirt, and a baseball cap, and upon opening the door for her, she took you in her arms and kissed you. Her eagerness amused you and you laughed against her lips but you tangled your fingers in her hair to deepen the kiss anyway. 

“I missed you.” Alexia spoke between kisses.

“It’s only been a day,” you smiled into the kiss, charmed. “And I missed you, too.”

Time slipped you as you lost yourself in Alexia’s arms and lips, and you didn’t know how long the both of you were there by the open door, but it was apparently long enough that Elisa needed to interrupt you two. A terse cough made you pull away and, turning to look at Elisa who was standing just beneath the archway that lead to the living room, offered your daughter an apologetic smile. Elisa only stood there with her arms crossed, clearly unimpressed with the way her brows were creased. 

“Hola, Elisa.” Alexia said with a shy wave which drew your attention back to her and you bit your lip at the state of her face. You reached out to wipe away the faint smudge of your lipstick on the corner of her lips and, upon realising what you’d done, Alexia quirked her brows up as she smiled at you, sheepish. 

“Hi, Alexia.” A pause. “Wait, should I be calling you Aunt Alexia now?” 

Alexia opened her mouth then closed it, seeming to be completely disarmed by the question. And when she looked at you with plea in her wide eyes asking you silently how she should answer it, you knew just how much the question definitely caught her off guard.

“Uh, if you want to.” Her words lilted with so much uncertainty it sounded more like a question than a statement. 

Then Elisa grinned at the both of you, practically beaming. “I’m just messing with you, Alexia.” 

She then continued to skip between you two, bounding through the door and down the porch stairs, and you held your laughter in as Alexia looked after her with a bewildered gaze, mouth agape. Once Elisa got to where Alexia’s car was parked, she started to wave the two of you over. 

“She’s… she’s very funny.” Alexia laughed nervously, eyes still fixed at Elisa. Then she whispered conspiratorially, pointing to Elisa for good measure. “Are you sure she’s the same kid I met at the Olympics?”

“Yes.” You chuckled as you locked the door and began descending down the stairs. “She’s only like this when she feels comfortable around people. So, do you know what that means?”

Alexia shook her head.

You smiled at her, cupping her cheek before you pressed a light kiss on the other. “It means she likes you.” 

At that, Alexia smiled back at you with lightness in her eyes before she grabbed your hand, intertwined her fingers with yours, and kissed the back of it. And the gesture warmed you more than Barcelona’s summer sun ever could.

Then, once the three of you were in Alexia’s car, you asked, “so, what do you have planned for us today?”

Alexia adjusted her rearview mirror to look at Elisa at the back seat, smiling. “First of, who’s hungry?”

After a delicious–and a quite scenic–brunch at a restaurant located by one of Barcelona’s waterfronts, the three of you took a short walk down a nearby landing connected to the port. By this time, the sun had already reached its peak, and with the vacant sky and the high tide, the view was one someone would expect to have come out of a film; the blue tinge of both the heavens and the sea was so vivid that you knew your camera would have trouble capturing the essence of it. Image after image, you captured your surroundings and as the three of you walked on, rolls of film were exposed to the light of Elisa and Alexia, and these images, you knew, you would cherish forever. 

At one point during the walk, Alexia asked you to teach her how to work your camera, and so you did. With Elisa between you looking over at the sea, you guided Alexia’s fingers over the camera and taught her how to hold it properly, before you told her about the rest. As soon as she got it, she slung your camera around her neck and immediately started taking photos of you and Elisa. You laughed when she held the camera at arm’s length in an attempt to take a selfie of the three of you, adjusting it as best as she could to get the right angle before she set the timer. You told her as all of you returned to her car that you’d send her the fruit of her labour the moment you developed the negatives. 

About half an hour later after hitting the road again, the three of you ended up at the second stop for the day: Camp Nou’s Barça store–much to Elisa’s delight. When Alexia parked the car at a less crowded spot and began to take her seatbelt off, you fixed Alexia with a reluctant gaze, speaking in Spanish so Elisa wouldn’t understand.

“Is it really wise for you to just march in the store? You’re the Alexia Putellas, after all, there’s no way no one would notice.” 

In response, Alexia held a finger up to indicate you should wait and shifted so she could grab the hoodie that was hanging over the back of her seat. She put it on, zipped it up and pulled the hood down over her cap, then she put on a face mask and her sunglasses, her light brown hair spilling out to frame her face.

“Voila!” Alexia waved her open hands. “What do you think?” 

You looked her up and down. All of her tattoos were covered but even with her attire and her face concealed, you could still recognise her–maybe you could chalk that up to you intimate familiarity with Alexia’s being but still. So you said as you schooled your features, your voice monotonous. “Wow. You really look like a whole new person.”  

Alexia threw her head back, laughing. Then, “we’ll treat it as an experiment and see if they will.”

“That’s very modest of you,” you countered, tone still dry. 

“Thank you,” she retorted in a saccharine tone while she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and that, in turn, made you laugh. 

So then it was decided that you and Elisa would also wear face masks as all of you went on ahead in your quest to infiltrate–as per Alexia’s words–the store. Much to your surprise, Alexia’s disguise worked although she did draw some unwarranted glances, ranging from suspicion to pure amusement, due to the nature of her getup. And to your chagrin, once the three of you got back to the car with your bags of merch, Alexia smirked at you, smugness all too evident in the curve of her lips. 

After that, Alexia took all of you for a drive up a mountainside with the windows rolled down that let the fresh, summer breeze rush inside. With the wind in her hair, she began to sing along with you and Elisa to the music playing on the radio, nodding her head to the beat of the music. At the end of the ascent, Alexia parked the car at your third stop, which turned out to be the Tibidabo Amusement Park.

You knew this place was pretty high up, but the moment you stepped out of the car, even from the parking lot, the view hit you: it was incredible. The city of Barcelona stretched out far into the distance, expansive and seemingly never-ending, and you could just see the strip of blue that bordered the ports, and the colours of the city’s structures were made ever-vibrant by the radiance of the sun. The view pulled you towards the edge of the parking lot, where you put the viewfinder to your eye to capture it.

“The view is stunning, isn’t it?” Came Alexia’s voice from beside you.

“Yeah…” you said, breathless, dragging you eyes from the cityscape to Alexia and as you did the remainder of your breath was completely taken away, cheeks warming when you found Alexia gazing at you, her smile as tender as her eyes, while her loose brown hair fluttered to the breeze which added to the softness of her demeanour. The urge to kiss her then became too much so before you fall into temptation, you closed the distance and simply rested your head against her strong shoulder, an arm around Elisa’s shoulder when she stepped into the space beside you.

Soon, you began a short trek upwards to get to the entrance, and if the view from the parking lot took your breath away, it was nothing compared to what you found at the top: from the regal immensity of the structure of the Temple of the Sacred Heart of Jesus that greeted you, to the Torre de las Aguas de Dos Ríos that stood proud just behind the Temple, to the perspective that overlooked the other side of Barcelona. After another round of picture-taking, the three of you finally entered the park.

The day went by as the three of you amused yourselves with the park's attractions. And since you'd all forgone wearing masks, Alexia was, as expected, recognised by people and was stopped more than a handful of times for photos and signatures during different points of your excursion. And you watched with Elisa on the sidelines, appreciating the way Alexia interacted with her supporters, and smiled at her with encouragement and reassurance whenever she looked at you two with an apologetic gleam in her eyes.

By the time the three of you left the park, the sun had begun to set.

It was another drive around the mountain side that lead you to the last stop for the day: Mirador d’Horta. Alexia parked the car in such a way that the trunk faced the cliffside before she urged the two of you to step out and you gasped. 

You’d seen some magnificent scenes today, but this one was definitely your favorite.

There you stood, taking in the way the lights of the city burned like embers embedded in the earth. There was something about witnessing the city at night that never failed to make you feel connected, elevated, when you see the million tangible proofs of existence: under each light was a person, a family—lovers—all in their own worlds at their corner of this world you shared with them. And in your corner, in the opened trunk of Alexia’s car, was your world right beside you, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. The three of you sat there in silence, Elisa in the middle of you and Alexia gazing over the city lights.

It wasn’t long until the day finally took its toll on Elisa, and she ended up settling her head on your lap and dozing off into slumber. You smiled down at her, brushing back her hair behind her ear as you watched her breathe deeply, feeling relieved when you noticed the peaceful smile on her lips.

“So her battery does run out. Sometimes, I forget just how much energy kids have.” The pure awe in Alexia’s voice made you let out a quiet laugh.

“It has its way of catching you off guard.” You shook your head fondly before you met Alexia’s eyes and teased, “I can’t believe she tired you out; aren’t you supposed to be the athletic one?”

“Hey! I’m only human; thank you very much. And what’s a thirty-year-old compared to a twelve-year-old?" Alexia raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Touché. Ah, to feel young and full of energy again.”

Alexia cringed before she laughed out. “Please, stop. You’re making me feel old.”

“I’m making us feel old.”

The both of you chuckled, then took a momentary pause. You turned to Alexia and asked, "Did you run your parents ragged as a kid?”

The inner corners of her brows lifted—it was subtle, but you were familiar enough with the intricacies of her demeanour that you caught it—exposing more of her eyes, which looked pensive in the dim light, her lips pressed in a melancholic line before she smiled, wistful.

“Oh, yeah, but I’d like to think I wasn’t a menace. It’s just—you know, when you get so focused on something that you forget the time?"

You nodded. She continued.

“When I was much younger, there were times I was so intent on winning that I’d forget about dinner. So, one of them would look for me around the streets or the square. But after I got into Sabadell, my energy finally found the right outlet, and most days I’d gone home tired. Papá–” Alexia bit her lip, her eyes glazing over for a moment as she receded somewhere—a tender memory—then she shook her head. You watched the way her throat moved as she swallowed before she continued, voice raspy and quiet, “He, uh, he’d always exclaim, ‘She’s finally tamed!’ whenever I’d slump down on the couch after a practice. It was ridiculous, but it never failed to cheer me up.”

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it, expressing silent gratitude for the memory she imparted, as you smiled at the image of young Alexia with red cheeks in a sweat-soaked shirt, hair matted to her face, being chased and dragged back home to have dinner.

“No, I can’t imagine you being a menace. Mischievous, yes, and probably hot-headed, but never a menace.”

She laughed, winking at you. “Yeah, hot-headed is probably what people who knew me then would say about me. And I can’t imagine you being a menace, either.”

You raised your brow at her, smiling slyly. “Are you sure about that?”

Alexia opened her mouth as if to reassert her claim, but you saw the way her confidence wavered as she regarded you. Then she closed her mouth, now looking more unsure.

“Wait, are you being serious right now?”

You allowed her confusion to linger for another moment before you finally broke your character. “No, I wasn’t a menace, but you really should’ve seen the look on your face.”

Alexia squinted at you and muttered just loud enough for you to hear, her tone dry. “Are you sure about that?”

“Hey!” You yelled quietly, giving her shoulder a playful nudge but being careful not to accidentally jostle Elisa awake before you took her hand again. You intertwined your fingers together and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, meeting her eyes. Then you took a moment to soak her in.

“Thank you, Alexia, for today. You don’t know how much this means to Elisa... how it means to me.”

Alexia squeezed your hand, smiling softly.

“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.” Alexia squeezed your hand as she regarded Elisa with a soft eye. Then a sincere smile lingered on her lips as she caught your gaze and said, “I think I needed something like today more than I realised. It feels good to be spending time with you again.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, clearly understanding what Alexia meant.

“I know the feeling,” you whispered. And I missed you, too.”

With her other hand, Alexia reached out over the space between you and brushed her thumb over your cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear as she smiled at you with her eyes and her lips. With the city lights behind her, the soft glow of the car light bathing her features in its golden glow, and the summer breeze playing with the soft strands of her hair, Alexia looked so tenderly human, the embodiment of warmth and all that the word entailed, gentle and, oh, so soft.

The two of you sat in silence, just soaking each other in, until a ping from Alexia’s phone interrupted the moment. Alexia looked down, read it, and then locked the screen with a sigh. When she met your eyes, hers were apologetic. You smiled in understanding.

“Time to go?”

“Yes.” Alexia sighed as she stood up and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “It was Josep. He reminded me I have a full day tomorrow.”

You nodded. You gently roused Elisa, watched her drag her feet to the back seat, and nearly chuckled when she fell right back to sleep after putting her seatbelt on and closing the door. You turned to Alexia, and as soon as she closed the trunk, you cradled her jaws in your hands and pulled her down for a kiss. Immediately, Alexia wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“I wanted to do that all day.” You whispered against her lips.

Alexia gasped when you nipped at her lower lip before she buried her fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss. “You have no idea.”

On the way back to Derek's house, Alexia kept one hand on your thigh. And with the radio playing softly as the car passed under a tunnel with lights overhead, it felt like you were in a movie.

After Elisa had gone back inside the house after thanking Alexia for the day and bidding her farewell for the night, you kissed Alexia’s cheek in gratitude. Then her lips.

With her forehead resting against yours, she whispered, “I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Yeah.” You brushed your nose against hers before you kissed her again. You began to pull away. “Have fun tomorrow.”

“I will. I–” Alexia’s cheeks flushed before she smiled. “Bye, for now.”

Later, when you were in bed about to go to sleep, you received a message from Alexia. She sent you a link to a tweet containing a photoset that contained pictures of the three of you but mostly pictures of a hooded Alexia taken from a distance by the photos’ grainy quality, captioned, 'Alexia, what are you doing????’ followed by a string of laughing emojis.

At that, you couldn’t help but laugh. Her disguise was ridiculous in person, but captured like this, you thought it was a work of pure comedy. 

You messaged her back, 'I guess you do have reason to be modest after all.’

[charli3emily]

A deep dive into the character of Ralph🐚

It is directly stated in chapter 4 that Ralph was one of the most comfortable about being on the island and his earlier actions shows thisThe only time he was show to feel worried was when he was forced to face reality(mulberry boys death,the war,getting rescued,ect). We also know that his life before the island had likley been falling apart. His mother was gone for some reason(as yk i hc her as dead which is the most common theory) and the war had gotten to a point where he needed to return to the Navy leaving him alone. He was in a new school(the boarding school which is all brought up in chapter 7) and likely shortly after the war has gotten to a point where they needed to be sent of to saftey. Those itself would be incredibly stressful for any kid of his age but adding in all of the previous changes it would be too much for anyone to deal with. So when he survived a crash and ended up in this paradise like place(which he likely had already dreamed of or loved in some way due to his original intrest of coral island which was brought back in that graphic novel) this would almost feel like an escape from the harsh reality he has been living in for atleast a few months. This would explaine why is reaction why his initial reaction came off as so odd. He was exited because he finally got an escapeHe also then gained a position of leadership(similar to his father who he is show to look up to) and a friend(Jack) taht he was finally able to get close too(Ralph is highly implied to move around as a child which would make making and keeping friends very difficult). Ralph loved the island so much because it was the first real escape he had. And having to accept reality took this feeling of stability away and forced him to accept that things where it good. We also know that this wild nature was somthing he had previously loved. In chapter 10 he brings up his last home again and how he loved the wild nature(which at that point he no longer loved) so the island would be even more enjoyable. When piggy once again mentioned rescue in chapter 4 and immediately after Ralph saw the boat he was still in the ehad space of dealing wirh reality which explains why he reacted so strongly. And of course the fact that he wa sthe cheif and it felt like his responsibility .This also makes the island falling apart even sadder because it was the only good thing he had left and it was stolen in 6 days with a weight that fell directly on his shoulder. And in the end he is confront with reality for the last time when the naval officer reprimand him for not doing enough to keep things in order despite him doing all taht he good in teh situation he was put in. And we know that war was still clearly going on(chapter 6 with the dead parachutes) so he was also forced to go back to that grim reality after the book concluded. Thsi would be 100 times worse if the original cannon of the nuclear bomb destroying London was still cannon.

If anyone chose to fully read this thank you

[hitracks]

Shaking and quivering while i type out this message

C scoop... an..d t..rav e...

DO NOT SHAKE AND QUIVER . I WILL PROTECT YOU. My trav and cooper designs have been the same since 2019 LOL… fun fact Cooper used to comment / like my posts everytime I drew him on Instagram until SMPLive blew up like crazy! Anyway. Not a bunch to say about these two. I feel like people don’t give cooper the same amount of Minecraft-ism as they would some others … like come on guys there are fish and aquatic animals IN MINECRAFT. MAKE HIM A GUARDIAN OR SOMETHING!!!! For Travis urmmm. I keep him a dog cause that’s just how I’ve always made him :3 I think if I explored his other skins it would most likely be his BMO one or something. ( I am not good at drawing monkeys. ) I like these two so much they’re like my bias mcyt style.

[toreii]

Grim: “Lady Maleanor? Who is that?”

Sebek: “Don’t you know who Lady Maleanor is? She’s the young master’s…ack!”

Sebek: “……Lady Maleanor is the princess of Briar Country.”

Lilia: “The kid’s right.”

Lilia: “She is the only daughter of our current Queen Maleficia, our master, and the lord of ‘Wild Rose Castle’.”

Silver: “‘Wild Rose Castle’? Is the royal castle in the Dragon capital not ‘Black Scale Castle’?”

Lilia: “Verdant Fields, a wetland that spreads south of Briar Country.”*

Lilia: “In the center of it, a fortress that glares at the unsuspecting coming from beyond the Coral Sea and the Wind-song Valley…”

Lilia: “That is ‘Wild Rose Castle’.”

Baul: “Lady Maleanor is also the cornerstone of this country’s defense, commanding our royal guard.”

[redfour0]

LISTEN: (long post)

good luck, babe! Inspired rexwalker au. Rex and Anakin are friends with benefiting their way through the war (started abt one year in. Padme said it was ok) and Rex ends up madly (ish) in love with Anakin over some stupid shit.

Then season five happens, and Ahsoka is put on trial. She STAYS, this time, because it’s my fix it and I need her here. Rex calls the fwb off, because he thinks, if he gets any closer to Anakin he is going to say something stupid, like confess his love for a married man to the man in question.

how are the chips found? Ahsoka listens to fives, blablabls, chips gone- THIS ISNT ABT THE CHIPS OK?(mainly to myself so I don’t make the whole thing abt this)??? Order is changed. Blame all the inaccuracies on that.

so. The war ends, Rex and Anakin part ways. They are still seeing each other regularly, their family’s (Jedi/clones) being friends and all. Padme gives birth, all is good. then, Padme and Anakin start to drift apart. This is after Rex watches the five year old twins for an hour or two, Anakin and Padme walking in on them playing together, and something in Anakin clicks again, like it did back in the war.

this time, it’s different. He realizes, far too late, that he loves Rex. Padme has been spending far less time with him recently, and one night he wakes up and realizes he barely feels anything for her anymore. He runs out that night, leaving a note saying he needed to get some air- not that Padme will care.

He goes to Obi-wan, who is with Cody (they get to be in love. As a treat.) Anakin tells them abt his predicament, and Cody is just holding int eh fact that Rex is still harboring a MASIVE crush on Anakin. Watching the man care after children for five years did nothing but add kindling to the fire. The pair suggest bringing it up with Padme, so he does.

They both reside to get a divorce. Padme lets Anakin have the kids, for their sake. Anakin moves them into the creshe, letting them get settled.

Rex heard about the divorce m, and goes to comfort his friend. He knows Anakin has been through a lot these past few months, and everyone needs help sometimes.

While there, the dumbasses (affectionate) spill that they love each other, and disuse to stay friends until Anakin can gather himself. (it doesn’t take long. if it ment getting Rex, after all those years, he would go to any mind healer if it meant he could be with Rex sooner.)

[bloodykora]

Yall i ain't gonna lie im very sleepy tonight. Its not even 12:30 and I wanna go mimimimi so I'll leave you with this:

What if Buggy took care of us, what if he tucked us into bed for once knowing how tired we were. For the first time ever he cracks down the wall of just receiving that delicate and new kind of love and decides to give it back.

Helping you change into sleep clothes, admiring how your skin looks in the moon's glow, listening to your mumblings of sleep nothing and nodding along, tucking your feet into the bed and lifting the covers. And he expects to leave you, walk away back to his captain duties.

But you grab his hand, your eyes barely open but still somehow staring up at him so deeply that he feels guilty about leaving. There are no words, just a small defeated sigh from you and he knows you've won.

"Just stay, to protect me." You let out, barely audible. "You're right, I wouldn't want anyone to sneak up on you during the night." He takes off his boots before slipping in beside you, it doesn't take long til you're cuddled up with him. And then soon after you're both dozing off into rest.

[fizzy0bloom]

random ranting

yuh the angel plot should've been in s2 or s3 not s1

s1 should've focused on the main cast more and the other sinres

establishing ruls and how the hotel work and to see charlie developing as a characters

charlie ways may work as a baby steps but if she really want her people to be better she need to study humans and their psychology and to realize not everyone need to be redeemed

******

ngl i wishe heaven was the one to come to charlie not her coming to them at least one angel like emily because she and her hade more chemistry than her gf lmao idl love triangle or smt

[kibasniper]

treat .... 👊😔🤚

a treat of kitty/elka with a dash of franke awaits you under the cut!!

Neon lights stream through darkness. Music pounds against the walls. Electronic synths and grinding drums clatter in a cacophony. Witchy cackling and spooky vibrations interpose, fitting the abode’s decor of a haunted house turned party house filled with ghouls and ghosts intent on carousing until the first sliver of sunlight.

From her spot on the couch, legs neatly crossed, Elka sips from her red Solo cup. She still doesn’t know why she agreed to the outfit clinging to her body. Plastic bolts extend from her neck, courtesy of a skin-tone choker gifted by Kitty. Her white, satin, ankle-length dress drapes around her tall frame like a loose shawl. With her coiffed, dark hair striped with white streaks like curved lightning, the atypical bride swallows her liquor with a sigh, noting the sugary aftertaste.

Chatter and chords collide. All around her, as she waits for Kitty and Franke, people are dressed to the nines. Devils in scarlet bodysuits and plastic pitchforks, werewolf vixens in corsets and furry tails, and witches in black silk galore, they flit through cobwebbed halls with either pixie-like flourish or drunken stumbles. Elka watches them swiping candies from pumpkin bags scattered throughout the living room, or dancing too close for comfort, their body heat so pungent that even she can feel it.

Just when thinks she’s had enough, forewarned by the dull ache brewing between her temples, an arm loops around her shoulder. Legs fling over the couch, splashes of brown and black accentuated by pops of garishly bright hues flutter as Kitty lands in the seat next to her. She levitates a handful of gummies, which, oddly enough, glow like psitanium.

“Elka, baby, so sorry for that wait,” she exclaims, smiling toothily, only to snicker. “Oops, I mean, my bad, Bride of Frankenstein.”

Elka rolls her eyes. She glances at Kitty up and down, remarking, “How long does it take to fix your make-up?”

“Franke got distracted. There was a nice set of legs by the stairs,” Kitty quickly props hers up on the coffee table, nudging aside leftover cups of beer. Her designer leather boots go well with her bedazzled, twine coat and lopsided top hat. “Mine are better, obviously, but hey, Franke has good taste.”

Elka observes how she casually pops in a gummy. Unlike the mad scientist she was meant to emulate, Kitty was a natural free spirit, untethered by opinions. She guessed Kitty was mad in other regards, and Elka felt the corner of her lip curl.

“You know, I don’t think Victor Frankestein was meant to wear any of that. Don’t you think the top hat is a bit much?”

“No way because this is.hot Dr. Frankenstein.”

“You still look nothing like the guy. Quentin thought you were just-” She grins. “-Victorian.” Kitty scoffs, waving dismissively. “I wasn’t going to dress like any boring scientist, or throw on some lame cloak, and call it a night. Otherwise, I’d look like that creep who stole our brains.” She shifts closer to Elka, setting her hand on her thigh and arches a neat brow. “Remember him? Shower cap guy I never got to sue?  I wonder where the hell he ended up. Maybe a catacomb somewhere or…”

Kitty trails off, Her long, slightly pointed nails are painted as crimson as blood, and they tease the fabric of Elka’s dress. She leans in, her face shimmery and golden. The deep magenta of her irises are intoxicating, similar to the glow of the gummies.

Elka’s breath holds in her chest. Kitty is holding tight, her gaze unblinking. She always finds a way to surprise her. Mundane settings or scenarios where intimacy flies free, there’s never a dull moment around Kitty Bubai.

But Kitty’s plum lips twist in a smirk as she offers, “Gummy? They’re strawberry flavored with a tasteful smidgen of THC.”

Holding her ground, pretending the faintly redder hue on her cheeks are uneven splotches of her rouge, Elka snorts. “It’s like you can never ask a question like a normal person.”

She laughs, high and airy. Kitty lugs a leg off the table and over Elka’s shins, hitching herself forward, and Elka breathes in the sweet, marshmallowy scent of Chanel No. 5. “Aw, what? Did you want a trick instead of a treat?” she whispers, and she pinches the gummy between her teeth.

She leans forward, and sugar dusts against Elka’s thin mouth. Kitty presses their lips together, and the party melts from Elka’s peripheral. The gummy slips from Kity to Elka, who stiffens at the tart flavor and the coolness of Kitty’s breath. She knows that when Kitty parts, there will be purple stain across her ebony lips, and involuntarily, her molars grind down on the gummy.

Kitty moves back with a giggle. Hints of jet black dot the edges of her mouth. “Guess that was more of a trick, too, huh?”

Before Elka could retort, strong arms painted a pale green swing over both of their shoulders. Their Frankenstein has finally arrived. Franke wears the ripped, patched long cat with style, adding an extra, loose layer to her sturdy frame. With matching bolts in her neck, wearing a choker gifted by Kitty, she grins from ear to ear, the painted stitches over her mouth lifting.

“So, hey, can I get in on that?” she asks, leaning so far into the couch that she may as well just fall over. She winks at Elka. “I can’t have my bride have all the fun, yeah?”

Kitty wastes no time repeating it with Franke. Elka watches as they kiss, Franke’s head away from her, and Kitty is in full view. Her eyes are still open, clearly enjoying herself, and like Franke, she shoots Elka a wink.

Elka snakes her hand behind her hot neck. Yet, she smiles, fondness blossoming in her chest like the spark of life that had awoken both the bride and monster. She leans into Franke’s back, draping her arms around her torso, and she heaves a sigh, relishing in a party that has long bubbled away like a tonic in a cauldron.

[karaokebearwithal]

Mutuals Mutuals Come one COME ALL!!!

Put your various sona's and appendages together for the unveiling of a lil' something I've been working on while being distracted from animating Dame Aylin's wings (Its long, hard, fun as all hell but the concentration required to do so seems physically impossible for a beast of my genus)

I drew all my moots tavs/pseudo-companions!!! It took a bit, but it was well worth it! Everyone's design is so unique and fun to figure out. (10 is a big number of moots)((which I am very grateful to have :3)) So without Further Ado!!! (there will be so much more Ado):

(page break cuz the images are 400x400 each but 10 times, I also go on for a bit about how much I like each Tav/pseudo-companion character) ((if anyone can give me tips on how to size pieces in a normal style digitally i'd be very grateful))

First of all is Sivvus the Fey Prince (he/him)! This elusive Eladrin Tav belongs to @thedomesticanthropologist! A gorgeous yet seemingly cold-hearted druid who tends to keep his cards close to his chest. Though if you want the challenge you can see for yourself if you can try and get close to him to see if Sivvus is as closed off as he seems to be. To be quite honest, Sivvus really grew on me. A very fancy Eladrin with a high society (fey society) upbringing ( with very good looking mood boards to match) and the like only for him to be thrust into the bg3 world with a worm to boot. He is charming! Also his backstory? <3 Defienetly go read it! 10/10 would draw the snob again :)

Second off we have Gum (He/They)! A Githyanki Cleric of Mystra. Being @piipaw's Tav you'd find this charming fruit lover trying to live a peaceful life after escaping from the creche that raised them. I like Gum a lot as the concept of a githyanki trying to find their own way in Faerun while also having no idea about any of the social customs is very gripping to me. I recommend greatly to check out the blog for Gum fics, fanart and a very cool moot . :)

Next is H'rayn of Verkos (she/her)! Now different from all the character's I drew, H'rayn is not a Tav! She's actually a pseudo-companion character with a lotta lore and history! She even has her own quest, party banter, approval and disapproval things. It's the whole deal!! @githkisser made an amazing post all about H'rayn . If you want a ton of indepth and fun info that's really really well documented, I cannot overstate how much you should it check out! I find myself going back to learn more about H'rayn as she really is as well thought out as in game companions! It's quite fun thinking up of ways tavs can interact with her and the art is mwah!!! very good indeed :3

4th! Tavern (Tav) the Bard! (they/them) This darling bard ran away from the circus.....from birth! Created by @avocado-writing, Tavern plays their way into your heart with their silly antics, warm heart and eldritch pocket dimension in their chest!

Tavern is a doll to doodle and I am amped to draw them even more in the future. The heterochromia and the inclusion of instruments does make them a fun challenge (i will draw instruments accuratley with these paws eventually). Go check them out!! :D

5th! Hvinidyr the Barbarian (he/him)! @star-bear-art (I just realised after all this we aren't actually mutuals. Which is funny since we kinda have the same name and theme with the bear thing XD) If you wanna see wonderous art of Hvinidyr as well as the other companions, go look right over here!

Winnie (Hvinidyr) has a lot of forms depending on the time period you wanna look at. The one I chose was the most recent with the large scar tissue all over the left (right? I'm horrible at directions, my paws don't make an L shape for me to tell). He was really fun to sketch out (and probably later colour in) and has a really unique design that I appreciate :)

6th Vierlin the Enchantment Wizard (and a lil' bit rouge)!!!(she/her) @sybaritick's Tav!!! Now!! This classic drow has a keen intrest in enchantment magic, teaching her crafts to nobles in Amn. After the whole tadpole fiasco, she also finds another use for her multitude of arcane skills. Most notabley depicted with a local wizard.

Now I won't get ahead of myself here but the fics that Sybaritick wrote about Vierlin are like....licking a warm pan of thickened maple syrup or a fancy meat meal with so much demi-glaze you're left smacking your lips for at least 20 mins after eating. Its indulgent. And I couldn't recommend it enough!! Read it!! (it took me a good 8 times to get the 'ie' part of Vierlin's name right, the letters look the same to me)

7th Fink the Spores Druid (they/them) belonging to @causticcontemplation! They're a pretty short Tav a 2.5ft and have a whole modern AU fic about them!!! You can read all about it here! (the pun name is amazing!)

I found it cool to use the fic to figure out how to colour them in, I ended up sending an anon ask instead and it helped great! Lovely Tav 10/10!

8th Korydass the Druid!! (She/her)!!! Conjured by @cfcreative, this seemingly non-emotive bronze dragonborn lights a spark in viewers as her tail and love for nature portrays otherwise. Art of Kory is many and also very good. Reading through her lore is fun watching her dynamics with the different origin characters change as she opens up to the party.

Now I do have slight bias, I like drawing Kory the most since her head shape is less humanoid. It's just so satifying, also her design is crazy awesome to work with so all around its great recommend I like her a lot :3

9th Asheera the Paladin (she/her) produced by @optiwashere.

To be quite honest I wouldn't even have a blog if it wasn't for Asheera's fics. They are EXCELLENT. If you want to go through a journey of a half orcs struggles, successes and gripping romance with Shadowheart, VAULT YOURSELF into Opti's A03 page and devour. You will have negative regrets about it just like I! Asheera is great I love her a lot I am the most normal about her.

(I'll keep it brief since this post is long enough to cross a river)

10th Quin the Bard (he/him) composed by @quinthebard (who'd have known?)

This darling plucky bard is the star of an ongoing comic that is very dynamic and very gripping. (My fave panel is this one). Despite being 100, Quin still maintains his joyful and kind nature when traveling with the tadpole gang.

Definetly one of the most friendlies Tavs out of all the ones i've drawn. (he was also the first i drew out of all of these!) He's a delight!! Go check him out! Thanks to all my moots for giving permission, having such great characters and being such lovely moots! <3 <3 <3

(Any pronouns or other changes that want be changed, feel free to DM about it. I love those! )

[littlemaple]

at Taidepappila in Kuhmahlati, a hidden treasure?

"Sisällä Taidepappilassa maskikavalkadi jatkuu. Myös vierailevien taiteilijoiden kesänäyttely on avoinna 31.8.2023 saakka. Kymmenen taiteilijan värikkäät teokset täyttävät seinät. Sieltä joukosta löytyy myös Katariina Sourin tekemä maalaus Käärijästä, joka pääsi esille valtakunnan mediassa Eurovision laulukilpailujen kohinassa."

Inside the Art Chapel, the masked cavalcade continues. The summer exhibition of visiting artists is also open until August 31, 2023. The colorful works of ten artists fill the walls. There is also a painting of Käärijä by Katariina Souri, which was featured in the national media amid the noise of the Eurovision song contests.

[greatbigbellies]

Do you have any tips for starting a kink blog?

Yeah! I have a few I can share! One size does not fit all but I've certainly learned some things that inform my approach.

Remember above all that it's supposed to be enjoyable. If you start a kink blog and it feels like a time sink or a chore, then it might not be for you, or you could be spending more time on it than you really should. This also means that the time and energy you have to dedicate to a kink blog is going to fluctuate. You might pop off one week and not log into it at all another, and that's okay. You should run it at the pace you enjoy. This also means when you feel a dip in sex drive and the kink stuff isn't hitting like it usually does, take a break so you don't burn yourself out.

Queue is your friend. As are tags. Honestly 1 post a day works wonders, cause you can load up around 15 posts at once and be covered for a couple of weeks. Having a solid and consistent tag system for yourself is also great. You don't need to overload it with specificity, but have some for different kinds of media (writing, video, gifs, audio...) is helpful, and being able to tag different facets of your kink is great for when you OR your followers need to scratch a specific itch. Like for me and my preg kink blog, whether the belly is bare or not, if there are lots of stretchmarks, if it's fpreg, mpreg, or nbpreg... all good things to keep sorted. Also try to keep the meaning of your tags really obvious (that sounds like a no-brainer, but I used to use a tag meant for when clothes were too small for a bump, but it just came off as me complaining that the belly was too small, which actually resulted in me need to talk to an artist to get a block lifted, oops!)

Related to the above, if you produce original content, be it art, writings, audio, whatever, have a tag for that too. Makes sifting through your original stuff and reblogs much easier, and lets people find your stuff even just searching tumblr wide.

LABEL. EVERYTHING. AS. MATURE. If you're running a kink blog, minors should not have any way to see it, and the easiest way to do that is to slap a "sexual themes" label on it. Covers your ass and keeps people who should not be able to look from looking. Even if the kink is pretty innocuous, it's best to play it safe.

Pinned posts are especially useful for kink blogs for setting boundaries, and telling newcomers what they'll see right off the bat. It doesn't need to be enormous, but just a little intro and a list of expected kinks someone will find on your blog helps keep people informed so they know whether or not to follow.

Don't be shy about blocking people. If someone posts stuff that makes you uncomfortable or is being shitty, just block em and move on. On the flipside, respect other people's boundaries, and remember that if you find yourself blocked by someone, remember it might not even be personal and just be a blog content thing.

If you do make kink content involving yourself, like pics or videos, protect your identity. Just play it safe, don't show your face and obscure identifying tattoos. Odds are low it'd come back to be a problem, but they're not 0, so just play it safe for yourself. Both for potential work/career hang ups and to minimize stalking or doxxing.

I'll reblog with more later if I think of it. I know half of this applies to blogs in general, not JUST kink blogs, but other than there being inherently sexual content, they're not that different. Please send any follow up asks if you have further questions, and if you decide to start one, good luck and have fun with it!

[camellcat]

you ever realize you never properly learned how to say a character's name, so by the time you finally HEAR it, you have no idea who they're talking about? cause I feel like I keep doing this and it's very confusing to keep being corrected like that

[annakwashere]

Bizzarre UTDR x BS theories part 2

Previous ^

[mandiemegatron]

Would it be alright to request some Shachi content? Maybe how Shachi acts falling in love with a shy reader?

bonus If you’re feeling spicy 🥵 maybe some things that get Shachi worked up that reader does?

:O

ᴏᴍɢ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴀᴀʏʏ!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜱ 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰 ʙɪɢ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ , ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ !!! 😍😍🤭🤭🤭

『 💖 』 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 『 💖 』

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

💚 The second you join the Heart Pirates, Shachi and Penguin were the first to properly make the Polar Tang feel like home. Your incredibly shy nature made them a little overprotective of you, but you didn't mind, simply giggling off their antics with a wave of your hand in apology.

💚 For some reason, Shachi always had a habit of making you jump and screech, laughing like a psycho as he ran away from you, your hidden anger bursting through every time. You caught him one time, and he definitely regretted it that day, even going so far to keep distance for a few days. You were shocked at how much it hurt you, frowning at lunch and dinner times when he sat at another table on the other side of the room.

💚 You cornered him after dinner after the fourth day, huffing and pouting as you asked, "Why are you being such a friggin' butthead?!" He choked on his words with an anxious laugh, his face bright red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uh- I, ah-" He couldn't stand how fucking adorable you were, especially when you were upset. You always spoke so softly, your meek and shy nature not seeming to fit you even though you owned it with a large smile. "I'm sorry?" You just rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving a flustered Shachi to watch you leave with an embarrassed groan.

💚 You sat next to him at breakfast and you could have gone blind at how bright his smile was, his cheeks tinted pink as he exclaimed, "There's my little mouse! So glad you could join us!" Your own cheeks burned as you dug into your food, choosing to ignore him instead. You only froze when his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze before settling, your eyes wide as your dissociated for a good minute. His hand only moved when Penguin called him out, "Oi, stop breakin' the poor girls' brain!"

💚 Shachi always talked your ear off during overnight command watch, the two of you having to keep the Tang from ending up eaten by a Sea King. "You want a coffee or something?" You shook your head but asked instead, "Hot chocolate?" After that, Shachi would always have a cup ready for you the second you walked in, your fingers brushing as you took the cup from him with a small smile, cheeks pink. You swat his hand away as he tries to poke your cheeks, huffing with a puff as you both make yourselves comfortable in your own seats.

💚 The first time you experienced a Sea King, you were just about to end your shift, 5 am hitting as your bed called to you. You and Shachi rose and yawned, your peripherals taking him in as he removes his sunglasses to rub at his eyes. You can't help but think how handsome he is, heart racing as you rub at your own face before going to grab your mug. You suddenly scream as the Tang is suddenly hit, your body thrown into Shachi, who moves faster than you'd ever seen to catch you. His back hits the side of the sub, and his breath leaves him, his grip tightening around you as Law scrambles into the command center. He summons a Room and Shambles' the monster away, glancing down at both of you the moment it's safe. Giving you both a once over before pulling out his personal den den mushi, he began calling everyone he could on the ship for damage control as he walked away. You shook in Shachis grasp, his own shaky breath brushing over your ear as he groans out, "You good, mouse?" You give a shaky nod before burying your face into his jumper. You stay there for as long as you could, only moving when your replacements walked in.

You just got into your PJs when there was a knock on your door. You opened it with a slight frown only to gasp softly when you saw Shachi standing there, looking a little ragged and nervous. You opened the door fully and let him in, closing it behind him and joining him to sit on your bed.

You sat cross-legged, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder as you ask nervously, "W-What's going on, Shach? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a while, simply sitting on the edge of the bed close to you with twiddling thumbs, chewing his bottom lip with sharp teeth. When he does finally speak, his face is bright red.

"I... was scared you got hurt, Y/N. I just needed to come make sure you were good."

You give a soft laugh and he turns to you, grinning when he sees your cheeks are just as red.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Do you need a hug?"

He nods and pulls you to him, giving you no notice as you're pulled to his lap, your legs on either side of him. He removes his glasses and buries his face into your chest, ignoring your sounds of protest as he breathes you in. You groan in embarrassment before letting your hands rest on his head, fingers running through his hair under his hat.

He groans into your breasts and you suck in a sharp breath, eyes wide as his hands wander to your ass, fingers gripping as a hardness grows under you. You press your lips into a tight line as you bite back a moan, knowing your shorts were already soaked.

"Y/N, I can't hold back anymore, I need you."

You squeak in shock, your eyes still wide as you meet his half-lidded gaze, desire written across his face.

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, but I don't think you're catching the hint."

You're unable to hold back the filthy sound he pulls from you as he roughly presses you down against him, his hard cock grinding against your clothed core with need.

"Tell me I can have you."

Your breathing is uneven as you stare each other down, taking only a second to think before you answer breathlessly,

"God, yes."