#not tagging this under my usual tag actually i do not want to be a dick x 2. if you see this and think its at you uh.

[girl-lostconnection]

unsweetened lemonade anon here again! (my anon tag can be 🍓, if you do those!) i just have so many ideas!! sorry for spamming you 😣

like they start dating at the beginning of their senior year (or the british equivalent ?) and everyone is like… “wot.” because they’re used to these two being so small, defensive and awkward. but nerd!reader has grown into herself and starts recycling her clothes to make them nicer, and punk!simon is working at a macca’s part time and making a bit of money, and he starts thrifting for himself and finding her secondhand jewelry. omg you’ve actually created a monster with this AU (me.)

AGHHHH they’re like two mangy dogs finally getting adopted and bathed and taken care of 🥹 and nerd!reader writes her own book and the first page says

“to that boy from school. i wish you well.” and simon keeps that damn book with him always. omg i’m so sorry but it’s so cute to meeeee

Sure thing, 🍓 anon! And don’t apologise, im so happy to talk about these two and you just give me another opportunity to do so. So feel free to hop on and share whatever comes to your head.

Also

Anon, what have you done. What have you done, anon, im tearing up at these two. And the book???? Stop, im gonna full on cry.

God, the way Simon would TREASURE it. The way he’d hold onto it, bringing it with him everywhere and reading it and keeping it as close to himself as possible.

But if we push my tears aside for one sec, imagine tall awkwardly wide and lanky Simon bringing Nerd!Reader second hand jewellery like he’s bringing them the game from his hunt.

The way he’d loom close by the first time he does buy them something because it’s really nothing special and he found it at the tiny thrift store and it’s just a small thing. Nothing flashy or expensive, probably a bracelet with charms he thought would look nicely on them.

(He’s too embarrassed to buy them a ring because he’s definitely gonna think too much about it and end up making them a weird proposal. He then would proceed to crawl away and roll under his bed, asking the ground to swallow him (im sorry))

And Simon who’s working as a butcher apprentice and finally starts eating a little bit better because his boss sees the way this big lad comes into work and everyone in the neighbourhood know of Simon’s dad so he just starts writing off some things here and there.

Nothing much because Simon is prideful and allergic to anyone taking pity on him and he would rather starve, but here it seems harmless and it’s just small things here and there. So he takes them and he proudly brings them to Reader the first time it happens.

The same way dogs/cats would bring you a small animal they caught, literally smirking with how satisfied he is. It doesn’t dawn on him until they ask that…he has no idea what to do with it. Simon doesn’t know how to cook meat — his mom usually did it. But with the way Riley-senior looms around the house he doesn’t want to bring it home.

So Reader offers to cook it at their place and later just packs it up carefully in neat containers and gives Simon the bag to bring it home to his mom and Tommy. So they can all eat without Simon’s dad finding out about the meat.

God, im gonna go spin in my chair and come back with something more coherent.

Wait for me, anon, im gonna bring you something decent, you brought me such good idea seeds I could grow fanfic sequoia in three days with it.

[southwestchili]

Gunpoint! ☠︎︎

Robber! Toji x Gas station worker! Reader

Synonpsis: Yikes! you are being held at gunpoint by some big buff guy in a mask, this isn't good. All you wanted to do was work your shitty cashier job and now your being put through this? Your night couldnt get any worse, but, maybe you arent so unlucky after all..

Tags: Reader is AFAB!, Dark content, dub-con, mask kink, fear play, gunplay, blowjobs, doggy style, toji is not a good guy in this, name calling, hair pulling, raw sex, breeding kink if you squint, spanking like twice. NOT PROOFREAD, im writing this at like 2 am lol

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Your a overworked and definatly underpaid colledge student who works at the local gas station off one of the roads near campus. Your job isn't hard, all you really do is check people out stupid questions and have to deal with the occasonal crazy person. Other than cleaning, restocking and running the cash register your job is fairly simple. The only problem is the fact that your manager loves giving you the night shifts.

Now, you wouldn’t mind this job if the pay was better, but you're always worried about what might happen—what if one night, someone decides to rob the store? You always rationlize these thoughts with logic, thinking about how people dont rob stores like that now adays, right? Wrong. This perticular night everything was running smoothly, the occasional late night coustomers would set in. Your just doing your job as usual, checking people out and restocking shelves. Its late at night, the clock reads 11:20 pm. A customer walks in and the door opens with a ding. Your eyes look over to the figure entering the store, you greet them with a warm smile and a casual wave. The man that enters is wearing a ski mask and thats your first red flag. Its a bit chilly out, but not as nearly as cold to be wearing one of those. You swallow nervously at the thought of potential danger, your trying to keep a level head . But to add the cherry on top, your all alone in the store with this man. That would be very cliche of a robber to actually be wearing a ski mask.. you think trying to brush away those thoughts. The man walks up to the counter and rests his hands on the counter. "Hey miss, can I' get a scratcher? The $10 one please." The mysterious man asks cooly locking eyes with you. "Yes sir..i'll go ahead and grab that for you." you say as you bend down slightly under the counter to grab the ticket for him. This guy is odd, he walks into a gas station at 11 pm, wearing a ski mask to buy a scratch off ticket? You grab the ticket and as you tilt your head back up to meet the man your met with the muzzle of gun. Your eyebrows knitt together and you are washed with fear. You put your hands up, you don't know what to do, you've never been held at gunpoint before! "Don't wanna waste my time doll. Make this easy for me and just empty your register hmm?" He hums at you. You scramble to open the register and remeber you literally can't. Your face goes white as you remember that it will jam sometimes. You try and swallow due to your throat being dry. Your eyes start to get watery. You don't know how to deal with this, are you just supposed to tell him that you can't get it open? "Uhm..It won't.. open.." You mange to mutter out. You give the man with the gun a pathetic expression. Your face is pale, your shaking, tears are threating to fall and your utterly helpless right now. The man's patience is starting to run thin. "You better figure it out doll. M'not leaving here without anything." He says sternly, holding the gun up to you, the muzzle is pressing into your shoulder now.

Your grabbing onto the register and starting to shake it, thankfully, the bottom compartment opens and you sigh in relif. You start gathering the money and placing it into piles. The man just observes you. He's never seen anyone so obiedient before, hes definantly intreged by you. You finish pilling the money and give him a look of pleading. Your scared of what happens next. You hope he just takes the money and goes. But its never that simple. Once the money is stored in the bag he brought his attention shifts to you. "Your pretty obidient, i like that." The man speaks up and your caught off guard. "I uh..I guess so?" You say your eyes trying to meet his. His head tilts to the side and he scratches his head with the gun in his head. You dont know why this phycho is trying to make small talk with you after just robbing you. This is absurd, but honestly? You've been so caught up on fearing this man that you havent gotten a good glimpse of his toned body. His compression shirt and sweat pants deffinantly don't leave anything to the imagination. If he wasnt robbing you, you totally would want him to do unspeakable things to you. Your eyes trace his body until your snapped out of your trance by metal against your forehead. "You done fuckin' me with your eyes?" He taugnts, he moves from his spot and goes around the counter. Your heart is beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. As the man gets closer and closer you feel as if it was getting harder to breathe. "Your as pale as a ghost doll. M'not gonna hurt cha'...unless you want me to.." The man is now right infront of you, he's leaning down to meet your level, his hand is cupping your cheek. Tears are still threatning to fall. Your biting your lip anxiously. "C'mon don't cry..don't wanna make me feel like a bad guy do ya'?" He coos. You blink at him and your bottom lip trembles. You dont know what to say to him, so you just shake your head and look into his eyes. "Hmm..What should I do with you?" He says moving so he is standing up fully. You tilt your head to meet his eyes. "Wanna have some fun with you before your shift ends..go on and turn that closed sign on f'me yeah?" He says, you just know this bastard is smirking right now. You know whats coming up. You know what hes insinuating, so you comply. You turn around and flip the alluminated sign outside to say 'closed' and are the gas prices on the sign on front. You flip most of the lights off in the store excpet for the one above the two of you guys heads to make the store look vacant.

You can feel two pairs of eyes piercing through you from behind, so you face the man. His eyes are hungry, and he steps forward and grabs your chin and pulls his mask up a little before leaning in to give you a sloppy kiss. You kiss him back. This feels down right nasty, your making out with the same dude that was holding a gun to your head not even five minutes ago. The kiss feels so sinful, his tongue is swirling around your mouth, and yours is trying to make its way into his. But this man just won't let that happen. You can feel a little roughness at the corner of his lips and you wonder what it is. His hands slide its way down to your throat, hes not applying preasure but he is just keeping it there. He pulls away from you and there is a line of salavia connecting you two. He quickly pulls the mask back down before you can get a proper look. You feel two rough hands on your shoulders pushing you down and you sink to your knees. You watch as his lazily slides his sweats down and you eye his large cock. His tip is angry and red, and there is a bit of pre-cum spilling from the tip. You take the base of it into your hands and you kitten lick the top of it. You watch as he reaches over to the counter to grab something. Your view is obstructed, but your soon reminded off what it is by the familiar metalic sensation on your forehead. Is this guy nuts? you think as you look up at him with a worried look. "Aw..whats that look for doll? Just makin' sure you do a good job.." he says petting your head. "Keep your eyes on me the whole time, if you dont..well then..theres gonna be some consiquences. And don't cha even think about usin' any teeth either, you got me?" He says narrowing his eyes, he has a solem tone. You try and say yes, but your cut off by him forcibly shoving his cock in your mouth. You look up at him and you do your best to suck him off. Your being extra careful not to use any teeth. Your keeping your pretty little eyes on his the whole time. This whole situation is so disgustingly lewd, and just down right horrible. You can't belive your sucking off the man who can easily just kill you right here right now. You hate to admit this, but your pretty turned on by that fact. Your focus remains still on giving him head. Your toungue is swirling around his tip. And you make sure to jerk off the rest of what doesnt fit into your mouth. You bob your head up and down his shaft, his cock head hitting the back of your throat making your eyes water. Your tears run down your face smudging your mascara. You would have worn waterproof if you had known you were gonna suck off a robber. You gag around his length. He grabs back of your hair that was already in a pony tail and fucks into your mouth. You can feel his cock pulsing into your mouth and you can hear him starting to breath louder. He groans a little before cumming down your throat. "Swallow f'me like the good obidient slut you are." He commands and you oblige. "Show me, stick out your tongue." He gives you another command and you follow. You stick your tongue out for the man and he removes the gun from your forehead setting it onto the counter again.

"Such a good girl, how about i give ya a reward, hm?" The man looks down at you. You really want to see what he looks like under that thing, you can only imagine how handsome he is. You nod your head before you hesitate to ask him, "Sir..can i? maybe.. see your face? M'not gonna tell anyone i promise..I just wanna see.." You manage to ask the man infront of you. He gives you a puzzled look, as if you had asked him the most outlandish question. He scoffed and then pulled the mask off his face. You blinked at the sight of a black haired man with one of the most handsome faces you think you had ever seen. You focus your gaze onto the scar that adorns his lip and you remember feeling it when you made out. You take in his sculpted jawline and how complete his face looks now that you can see the whole thing. "You done starin'? Youre makin' me uneasy doll." He says smirking. Oh, that smirk is gonna kill you. You bite your lip at him and give him a nod and a quick sorry. But your not, how can you be sorry for just admiring the absolutely gorgeous man infront of you. "You wanna get fucked now or what? I bet you want it more than anythin' am i right?" The man grabs your face before forcing you to flip around and grab onto the counter for support. You feel as he pulls your skirt off and he peels your panties off. Its embarring how utterly wet you are. You feel a harsh smack get landed onto your pussy and look back to the man behind you admiring you. He gives you a smirk before he lines himself up with your hole and pushed himself in all at once. How rude. He goes slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. He starts to gradually pick up the pace. Grabbing into your hips and leaving little marks into the soft flesh. You feel great. He's fucking you so dumb you almost forget about the whole being held at gunpoint situation until you see his gun laying right next to your head. You feel him gettung rougher with you. You've never been fucked this good in your life. "Hah- fuck! fuck! Mister! your fucking me so..good! dont stop!" you babble, drool slipping past your lips and onto the counter. that you will have to clean. "Fuck..call me Toji doll, you deserved it." The man now known as Toji says. "Oh-! Fuck! Toji right there!" you moan, you hope no one can hear you from how loud youre being right now. "Fuck Toji- Gonna cum...Your hitting that- ah-!" You gasp as you feel a harsh smack to your ass. "Nuh uh, your not cummin until i say you are, girl." Toji punctuates his scentance with a harsh thrust. You see the gun leave the counter and you can only imagine what he's about to do. You clench your eyes shut and you feel a cold sensation on your clit. Is this mother fucker rubbing a gun on your clit right now? "Ah-! Fuck! Been so good for you Toji-! Wanna cum! Please please let me.." you beg the man behind you. "Since you asked so nicely ill let ya'...and ill even give you a bonus, im gonna cum deep inside yer pretty pussy here, gonna claim her for myself." Toji says, he is getting close to his high and as you clench your walls around his cock he knows its over. The guns muzzle rubbing against your clit sends you over the edge. You cry out as you cum around Tojis cock. You can feel him cumming too, the hot sensation of his sperm inside you leaves you dizzy. The guns movements come to a halt and Toji pulls out. But he makes sure not one drop of his cum is wasted and he pulls your panties up making sure its secure. Your legs are wobbly and you watch as Toji pulls his pants up. "You tell anyone 'bout this and ill actually blow your brains out, rather than fuckin 'em out, you got me doll?" Toji says pulling on his ski mask, grabbing his gun and the money he stole. He leaves the store and you behind with his cum between your legs and a ruined standard of men for the rest of your life. Maybe this job wasnt so shitty after all.

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This was lowkey a really weird thought i had but i think its pretty fire tbh.

[cherrygirlfriend]

ᯓ★ meet the family

pairing: kook!reader x bf!pope synopsis: reader meets pope's friends for the first time. warnings / tags: fluff! wc: 600 a/n; originally posted 08/22/2024

you were sitting at your vanity, looking into the reflection and trying to make sure that not even one hair on your head was out of place. you could see your boyfriend in the reflection, laying on your bed with his phone in his hand, and you looked at him through the mirror, your brows furrowed in question "do you think i look okay?"

pope turned his attention and looked at you through the mirror, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to make sense of what you were saying, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head. "what?" you asked with a small frown as you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, who was now burying his head into your pillow, laughing.

"baby, you know i always think you look gorgeous." he said once he had laughed enough.

but even your boyfriend's sweet, assuring words couldn't calm your racing mind, and you continued to pout at him through the mirror while applying blush to your cheeks.

you knew that none of pope's friends were too fond of kooks, thinking that most of them were privileged stuck-up assholes, and you were worried that they'd hate you even before they even had the chance to meet you. normally you didn't really care what people thought about you, but you knew how important his friends were to him, so the moment he had even brought up the idea of meeting them, you had panicked. "babe, what if they don't like me?"

pope let out a small sigh as he approached your vanity, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek before looking at your reflections in the mirror, a reassuring smile on his lips. "they'll like you. they know how much i like you. they're all really excited to meet you, i promise. even if your lipstick is smudged, or your eyeliner wing isn't perfect."

you turned your head to look at him with wide eyes, "wait, is my lipstick smudged? is my eyeliner wing messed up?"

he laughed, before pressing his lips against yours, and while the gentle kiss caused your heart to start racing in your chest, it also managed to soothe your worries, and you wondered how someone could have such a calming effect on you?

when he pulled away from the kiss, pope tugged a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek as he looked at you with his dark eyes, making you feel as if you were going to melt under his sweet gaze.

"you look absolutely perfect."

when you finally did meet pope's friends, you felt silly for having worried at all.

as soon as the group spotted you two, pope's friend jj had slapped him on the shoulder and congratulated him on having actually landed a pretty girlfriend, causing your boyfriend to roll his eyes.

and once pope had told you all of their names, you were sitting around a small fire getting to know all of them, a blanket snugly wrapped around you along with pope's arms, the boy wanting to make sure you wouldn't get cold as the night drew closer.

you were pretty quiet, preferring to listen to pope's friends talk as the boy occasionally pressed soft kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet words into your ear, the few beers he'd drank having made him even more affectionate than usual.

"are you gonna fall asleep on me?" he mumbled softly into your ear, making you chuckle as you closed your eyes, leaning against his warm chest, feeling yourself slowly succumb to slumber.

[mazken]

brush test slash rendering practice with ayem

[theverumproject]

Guys!!! I think one of my very new characters might be trans! ftm!

He would be my very first trans character, he's also a robot (of course, when come I ever up with a non robot character?)

My mind just got blown, cuz it fits so well to him.

[marcmorrigan]

once again drawing my OCs half-dressed and draped over each other. as you do

OCs: maive (she/her) | seyva (they/them)

[impostorsshow]

Eugh, making a disclaimer I'm not proship or antiship but this does discuss that topic so. Beware or whatever I'm gonna post Hatsune Miku tomorrow

I've had it on my mind for awhile and this is my fucking soapbox and I'm allowed to do what I want so; those fucking "recovering proshipper" TikToks drive me fucking insane are those ragebait and I'm just falling for it or what because all of the comments are fucking genuine and all of them are just shit like "what I ate today" and not even fucking related, like stop mocking people recovering from Actual Disorders and life damaging events

YOU DO NOT. "RECOVER" FROM PROSHIPPING this proship/antiship bullshit is stupid and everyone on both sides just needs to touch some fucking grass and that's coming from someone with a vitamin d deficiency

[izzy-b-hands]

I keep forgetting I can't seem to get the current version of xkit to work on my new laptop and going to do stuff that it let me do fjldksafjdlsaj

[wallissa]

did I ever talk about the fact that I wrote a fic where Homelander has a wet dream about Starlight and Soldier Boy*. What an intense ride. Really fun stuff though.

*he's there for moral support. With his shield and everything. top notch stuff I have to say.

[lanatusnebula]

Well clearly I am confused.

[dreamerlynx]

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[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

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[longagoitwastuesday]

I keep thinking of that reply in my Odysseus/Agamemnon post about how I regard differently Odysseus' and Agamemnon's actions, while acknowledging that at times Agamemnon is written as a sweet man and Odysseus is always straight up shitty, and how it was taken as some sort of defense for Agamemnon and as a form of pointing out the double standard; and that wasn't at all what the post was about for me, even though I can see where they were coming from. To be honest, given I didn't imagine it would spread anywhere other than my own blog, I didn't explain myself very well (or at all).

The fact is that when I talked about Odysseus not caring about hurting someone else's child to start and end a war I was indeed comparing his actions to Agamemnon's, but my words about supporting Odysseus' wrongs and cheering him in his terrible actions, while in a joking tone, weren't entirely a joke. I do think that Odysseus does some very shitty acts, and some quite terrible ones depending on the sources. That's a fact, that he does is at the core of his characterisation and it's what makes him so much fun; but not even when he is at his most cruel does he harm his family, his own son. Agamemnon, while sweet and loving at times in some texts, at his worst is willing to sacrifice Iphigenia. When readers regard with more sympathy Odysseus over Agamemnon despite both being responsible for children dying, I don't think there's a double standard in this aspect at all considering it's never his own kid Odysseus harms. And that's the key, I think.

Odysseus and Agamemnon have very different priorities, a very different view on loyalty and duty. It could be said that Agamemnon acts out of selfishness, but it could also be read in a kinder light, saying that Agamemnon is ruled by the gods first, and by his role as head of the achaeans; Agamemnon is not entirely himself. In opposition we see Odysseus acting perhaps mainly for himself and his own family and men; yes, he is a king, but he has not the role Agamemnon has. As a consequence, Agamemnon submits his family's wellbeing to the war, to the gods, while Odysseus stops the plow before hurting Telemachus but is (depending on the source) the cause of Iphigenia's sacrifice and Astyanax's death.

Both Odysseus and Agamemnon have reasons to support their actions, and both can be sympathised with; it's fiction after all. When it comes to fiction, at the end of the day which character a reader is drawn to or sympathises with is mainly an issue of personal taste, but I suppose it also implies a certain level of one's own views or preferences on morals, what makes us find certain actions more justifiable, or tasteful (perhaps that's a more accurate word), than others. Agamemnon sacrificing his daughter, no matter how sympathetic or understandable the reason, generally sits worse on people than Odysseus doing the same with someone else's kids, because they're someone else's. This different emotional reaction they provoke has place not just metanarratively, but also inside the very story; it is narratively significant, given it determines how their arrival home plays out, how their wives react to them, and thus their futures. Ultimately it determines whether they live or die.

I think both terrible acts go in line wonderfully with each characterisation, showcasing the role they hold in their world, what they value, what they care for, what they're willing to sacrifice for themselves and the others, how much of their own they're willing to give and bend. While looking at the wider picture it could perhaps be drawn that Agamemnon is the better person out of the two, but Odysseus' selfish actions are perhaps easier to empathise with, especially from a modern viewpoint. Odysseus is treacherous and prone to betrayal, but not against his own; Agamemnon follows the rules of the gods. How fitting in that context that Odysseus doesn't die at the end of his story, that he cheats the death heroes so often are fated to, almost as if cheating the narrative itself, bending the rules of the world he is ascribed to; how fitting in the context of those texts that point towards Sisyphus being his father. But that's another topic, and I've already talked a lot.

[nerdie-faerie]

I have got to get worse at my job cus no way can keep letting them rely on me like this

[call-me-lemon]

Im still thinking about that shit my boss said like legit how dare she

I was on my hands and kneese that day scrubbing her crusty ass shelves for her yucky ass bisuness, I followed her and my managers instructions to the fucking letter and took the heat whenever the instructions conflicted with eachother

Its legit not even just a me thing, since I started working there less than a year ago shes had to replace her entire wait staff and half of her kitchen staff.

She legit hired new guys for the pizza station instead of just finishing my training. She knows Im a fast learner but she insists she cant trust me for some fucking reason. Like is she fucking stupid?

After she intruded in my personal life, asked invasive questions, and tried to mother me.

Not to mention she hasnt even been sending me pay stubs since fucking august so I cant even confirm shes been paying me the right wages. Minimum wage in my area got bumped up by a dollar in september.

[raeofgayshine]

Unfortunately I’ve reached a point where I’m honestly more dreading going on vacation then I’m excited for it

I’m just. Tired. And in pain all of the time. We’re going to be doing a lot of walking which is only going to make those things worse. And in a hotel, in a strange bed that may or may not cause me more pain (it’s always up in the air at new places), but that I won’t sleep well in regardless because I never do in new places.

I was genuinely excited for this trip for a while but now I just feel like crying thinking about it. And it sucks because I want to go!! I want to enjoy it!! But I know it’s going to cost me a lot more than I have to give.