#notice that there's a different username in the bio

[an-ruraiocht]

the problem with making a new blog due to privacy/harassment concerns is that you can't post on your old blog saying "hey i made a new blog can you follow me over there" because. well. everybody else would also be able to see that post including those you are trying to shake off and that would defeat the point. and you also don't wanna completely disappear on your old blog bc then the people harassing you will think they drove you to delete it and you don't want to give off that impression. so you just have to keep up the impression of being normal over there while also like... drop heavy hints by ostentatiously using the same tags on the new blog when you reblog from former mutuals and occasionally go begging in their inbox. very demeaning. don't get me started on trying to figure out how to approach people who aren't my mutuals but who are Valued Followers

[poppyseed799]

Just remembered I technically have a Reddit account, cuz one time someone posted an art I made onto r/fnafcringe and I got a lot of hate for it, so I felt the need to make a throwaway account to defend myself cuz I was like 14 or something. idk if anyone responded to whatever I said cuz I never touched the account again after posting my response. I don’t remember the username or password.

[shinestarhwaa]

CLIMBING A MOUNTAIN || SAN

PART 1 OF THE YOURDESIRE.COM SERIES

Genre: Smut

Pairing: San x Fem reader

Word Count:3.8K

Tags/Warnings: Sexworker!AU, Sexworker!San, dom!San, strength kink, creampie, praise, orgasm control, bath sex, aftercare, handjob, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, doggystyle, dirty language, petnames, bigdick!San

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno @therealcuppicake @unholywriters @enbymingi @jjoongstar

ENJOY!

A bottle of wine on a late Saturday night combined with the internet might be certain to lead to trouble. Or a lot of pleasure. You're not entirely sure yet which is the case. It was supposed to just be an innocent scroll through your socials but when you landed on a special Twitter account that got your attention, you stopped. You stared at the username for a while, seeing the header and reading the bio. 'Yourdesire.com', it said, which made your heart flutter ever so slightly. The account was full of pictures and videos of handsome men acting seductively and almost pornographically. No, definitely pornographically.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you placed your laptop on your lap and googled the website. You quickly learned it was a company that provided sexual services. Those men are sexworkers, you concluded. Something inside you told you to close the tab and mind your own business but you felt so intrigued you couldn't help but explore the website a little more.

Soon enough you click on the blue ''Our men'' button and you are met with 8 gorgeous individuals posing sensually. You scanned each of them, noticing that they are all different-looking, some are much taller, some are buff and some have the most filthy looking gaze you've ever seen before.

It's not that you're entirely new to sex; you have done it before. But because of certain circumstances you haven't been dating much and therefore you haven't gotten laid in way too long. Maybe hiring a gigolo was the perfect way to get your needs taken care of, while not having to go out to meet somebody to date.

You scroll down the page and look at the pictures of the guys. Without thinking much more you click on the first man's profile.

Hongjoong - 1998 - Dominant

View Hongjoong's kinks/specialties list.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding after reading his kinks/specialties list. You swallow thickly and scan the others' pages until you land on San.

San's image makes him look cold, stern, even strict maybe. His body is certainly well taken care of. You could only imagine what it's like to touch his toned, muscular body. He has broad shoulders, big arms and defined abs. His eyes are small and his bone structure is absolutely to die for, his lips full and soft-looking.

When you read about him you learn he identifies as a Dominant, but he's the most gentle and caring one of them all - he values women a lot and wants to provide a setting where he can rock their world but also make them feel safe. This made you smile softly, a warm feeling spreading through your body. It wouldn't do anyone any harm to look further, would it? You decide it won't so you click on his profile.

San - 1999 - Dominant

View San's kinks/specialties list:

Strength kink

Creampie

Orgasm Control

Voyeurism

Bath-/Shower sex

Voyeurism

Aftercare

You could feel your pussy pulse after reading about him and you took another sip of your wine. Before you realized it you were looking at the prices of hiring one of their men and the kind of experiences they offer. You kept telling yourself 'No, don't do it, it's ridiculous', but two glasses of wine later you booked yourself a dinner- and hoteldate with San for next Saturday.

The next morning you realize what you've done, looking at yourself in the mirror. ''I must have gone completely insane,'' you mutter to yourself, but you can't bring yourself to cancel the appointment either. The rest of the week you are filled to the brim with anxiety about it and your friends notice something's off. ''It's just my cycle, I guess, you know, hormones,'' you lie, but it works for them.

When the day finally arrives you have no clue what to wear, because what does one wear on a sexdate with a sexworker? You decide to not do much with your hair, letting it fall loosely on your shoulders. You keep your make-up light and put on a darkred lingerie set. 'It's nothing special, but pretty enough for a date' you convince yourself. After about 30 minutes of trying on different clothes you end up wearing a long, fitted black dress since your friends always tell you, you look absolutely snatched in it. And well, they're not wrong. You finalize the look with black heels and some accessories before grabbing your purse, leaving your house.

Your body is shaking while you drive to the hotel. You wonder if your friends would judge you for doing this. Would they think this is weird? Is this actually weird? You know there's no turning back now, since you can't cancel 10 minutes beforehand. With slight shame you look into the rearview mirror and look into your own eyes. There's no turning back now, you realize, you have to own it and enjoy it.

With a partly fake confidence you enter the hotel and enter the luxurious lounge, where you are supposed to meet San. You look around and the place is absolutely gorgeous. Dark floortiles reflect the large amount of lighting on the walls and ceiling. You see businessmen left and right, looking seemingly rich and equally busy with their calls. You wonder how many of them were also hiring a sexworker.

Suddenly you feel a light tap on your shoulder - to which you turn around. ''Miss Y/N?''

You felt your heart stop beating at that very moment, because holy fucking shit, the most handsome man on earth is standing right in front of you. ''Hi, it's nice to meet you, I'm San,'' he says with a kind smile. You shake his hand and nodd, still a little in shock. ''How did you know it was me?'' you wonder out loud. He grins softly. ''Because while discussing the arrangement you had to clarify what you look like and I've seen the photo. Although I have to say you're even more attractive in real life, if that's even possible.''

Everything about San was breathtaking, from his looks to his way with words. ''Let me guide you to our table, I hope you're hungry, the food is lovely here,'' he says with a gentle smile, and he carefully lays his hand on your lower back. You nodd and let him guide you to the table, where he takes place across from you.

After placing your order he looks you up and down. You're feeling slightly nervous, and he quickly picks up on it. ''Is this your first time having an appointment like this?'' he asks. ''Is it that obvious?'' you grin nervously. ''A little, but don't worry, it's completely fine. All I care about is that you're comfortable with me, then we're all good.''

San definitely succeeded in making you comfortable throughout the dinner date, he asked questions about you - not just sexually - and made sure to listen intentively. He occasionally flirted with you and held your hand and it was almost impossible not to fall for him. He was incredibly charming and even cute sometimes.

Since the dinner was paid beforehand, San took your hand and guided you to the elevator. You felt slight anxiety bubble up in your chest, but you pushed it down. San had been so great and gentle with you, you felt like you could definitely trust him.

Now you're standing in the elevator, all alone and suddenly the tension rises. The hand on your back slowly slides down over your ass and you feel his hot breath fan over your neck. ''I can't wait to feel you, darling, I'll make you feel so incredibly good.'' Goosebumps erect from your skin and you swallow thickly. You nod, because that's all you can do when San smirks slightly.

The elevator reaches the 4th floor and you enter the room that was reserved for you two. It was much fancier and bigger than you expected. You first see a large kingsize bed, covered with gorgeous luxury bedding, there's a small lounge and the half-open bathroom where you find a shower and a large walk-in bath created in the floor as if it was a hot spring.

''Wow,'' you sighed softly as you placed your purse on the bedside table, ''It looks absolutely incredible, don't you think?'' ''It truly does, it's gorgeous,'' San says, ''it suits you.'' He gently strokes your rosy cheek with his fingers as he sits you down on the bed.

''You've established you're interested in performing all my specialties, excluding the voyeurism, is that correct?'' San asks, sitting next to you. ''Yes,'' you nod, ''it's not like I'm against it but I haven't had sex in a long time and I just... I need some time.'' San chuckles at your shyness and strokes your hair caringly. ''You don't have to explain yourself to me, dear. Any way, if at any time you want me to pause or stop, tell me and we will pause or stop. Do you have any more questions?'' You shake your head. ''Please use your words with me, dear, I need verbal clarification.'' You shake your head again, muttering a soft ''no''.

''Perfect, let's get started then, dear.''

He pulls you a little closer and lifts up your chin with his fingers. ''Can I kiss you, Y/N?'' ''Yes, please,'' you say, leaning into him. San presses his lips to yours in a smooth motion. His lips are soft and his movements tender, but the grip of his hand on your upper thigh is firm, enough to slightly startle you.

You moved your arms around his neck as he laid you down on your back. His hands roamed over your thigh, down to your calf and ankle. San pulls away from the kiss and you pant softly, looking at him with full anticipation, your mind dizzy. He gently kissed your ankles before slipping off your heels. His hands move up again, along your hips and your sides, stopping to cup just underneath your breasts.

''You look so delicious angel,'' he grunts as he presses kisses over your chest and the top of your breasts. He helps you get up before he unzips your dress. You feel the way it slides down your legs and pool at your feet. You feel much more vulnerable now, noticing he's still fully clothed.

''I wanna see you too, San,'' you pant softly when you feel his lips in your neck, sucking on your skin gently. ''You wanna see me, baby? You got it.'' He smirks as he takes off his jacket, waistcoat and slowly unbuttons his white shirt, revealing his toned abs. You sit down and feel your throat go dry at the sight of his sculpted god-like body.

''How's that baby? Does that look like something you can get used to?'' he smirks. ''God, yes, definitely,'' you sigh, before laying your hands on him. When you place your hands on his abs you realize his cock is already half-hard. The desire to suck a man off has never been stronger than tonight, but San seems to have other plans as he gets on his knees in front of you.

His skilled fingers trail up your thigh and curl around the fabric of your panties, yanking them down and tossing them to the other side of the room. ''Look at that, what a perfect pussy,'' he praises as he settles himself between your thighs. Instinctively you try to close your legs out of embarrassment, but San is unbelievable strong and he keeps them parted.

''Don't you want me to play with that pretty pussy of yours, angel?'' ''N-No, I do, I really do, please,'' you cry out when you feel his breath fan over your sensitive wetness. When San's mouth makes contact with your sex you throw your head back and moan. He's literally 3 seconds in and you're already so disheveled.

His fingers skim over your thighs while his lips close around your sensitive bud, giving it a few soft sucks and kitten licks to test you. Even the feather-light touches are driving you crazy, and you think if he doesn't start to properly eat your pussy you'll go absolutely feral. ''Please, San, please,'' you whine out.

''Okay baby, don't worry, you don't have to beg, I'm here for you, angel, you're doing so well,'' he smiles before diving between your legs again. San starts to lick your sensitive clit, leaving small kisses across your sex, before diving his tongue in again, and God you could feel him everywhere.

You felt tingles throughout your body, your entire being responding to San pleasuring you. You're starting to think that stumbling on Yourdesire.com was the best thing that could've ever happened to you, just from his oral alone. It makes you wonder if he would fuck you as good as he eats you.

You let out nothing but loud moans, not having to fake anything, just letting all your inhabitions go. For the first time in your life you felt truly understood, truly taken care off. ''That's it, that's so fucking good,'' you whimper. He' takes his time's thorough with his work, every flick and twist of his tongue feeling deliciously good and evil all at once.

San took his time - unlike most men would - and spent over 10 minutes between your legs before finally pulling away and regaining his breath. San looks somewhat disheveled himself when he pulls away, looking pleased and fucked out just from eating your pussy for a while.

You feel his fingers skim through your folds before pushing two of his digits inside. You whine when he fingerfucks you with slow strokes, curling his fingers just right. He pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy that's gushing with arousal. With every stroke you feel yourself come closer to an orgasm, and San quickly seems to pick up on that.

''That's it baby, you're doing so well for me, are you gonna come for me? Come on my fingers?'' he taunts. You nod and cry out his name, ''S-San! G-God, yes!'' ''Alright princess, I'm going to count down and you're gonna come at one, am I clear?''

You nod again, but you feel like you could burst at any moment, pussy clenching with each thrust of San's fingers. With all the willpower you've got, you hold on, waiting for San to count down.

''Three...,'' he taunts, looking deeply into your eyes as he keeps fingering your wet hole, ''Two...,'' he says, lingering for a moment before coming down to the last number. ''One,'' San says, and in that exact moment your body releases, an enormous wave of pleasure washing over you, making your body tremble uncontrollably as he rocks you through your climax. ''That's it, that's a good girl...'' he whispers as he calms you down. San retracts his fingers and licks them off to clean them, looking at your fucked out state with a content smile.

He stands up and discards his remaining clothes and as you're starting to escape your high, you remember to take off your bra too, leaving both of you completely naked. You eye San up and down, eyes trailing from his toned torso to his bulky thighs and his crotch.

His cock is so thick, heavy balls hanging underneath as it stands up proudly against his stomach. ''Wow,'' you breathe out. San smirks as he comes closer, and you sit up, eye-leveling his cock. You lick your lips before running your hands up and down his muscular thighs.

''What do you want angel? Want me to make you feel good again?'' ''I want you inside... I want you on your back, and I wanna get on top of you,'' you pant. ''Well, that can be arranged, darling,'' he says as he takes place on the bed, laying against the soft, fluffed pillows.

You straddle San and spit in your hand before taking his stiff cock in your hand. You pump it up and down a few times, not because he's not hard enough but because you desperately wanted to touch him before taking him in. San grunts when you jerk him off faster and flick your wrist every now and then. ''That feels so good baby, you're so perfect, so perfect for me,'' he moans.

After letting go of his shaft you hover your pussy above it. With a loud moan you let him fill your tight pussy up completely. His hands hold your hips steady as you start to grind and roll your hips against him. You let out a shaky moan as his cock drags along your walls - still sensitive from your orgasm.

The pleasure quickly becomes too much and as your body gets weaker, San pulls you close against his chest and kisses you. Your lips move together in perfect harmony, swallowing each others moans as you keep grinding on his cock, his pelvis crazing your sensitive clit.

San starts to move his hips along with yours and fucks up into your pussy, earning loud whines from you against his plush lips. San's thrusts become rougher but keeps a steady pace, knowing just how to make you go crazy. He can feel your pussy clench down on his dick and he pulls away from your mouth, moaning out a string of curses.

''You're taking my cock so well, princess, God damn, your pussy's so well behaved huh? Squeezing my cock just right, you want me to come inside you, hm? I'll fill this pussy up with my cum, make it look so pretty and white. Bet you'd like that, hm? Isn't that the perfect reward for my pretty girl?''

All you can respond are merciful pleads and shards of his name. Your breathing becomes so uneven and you feel yourself getting close again when he reaches places no one has ever reached before. His hands grip your ass tight as he drives his cock inside you. ''I can feel you're about to come baby. Hold it, Hold it like the perfect girl you are, hm? Hold it for me baby, just a little longer,'' he orders you.

You try your best, you try so hard to hold on, keep yourself from coming while he fucks you into oblivion. Lucky for you he says the word ''Come,'' and you burst instantly, crashing onto his chest you scream his name and writhe, your orgasm taking over your entire body. With a few more thrusts he empties himself inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

''That's it, angel, slow breaths, good girl,'' he says as he slows down and then lays you beside him. He gives you a moment to calm down and drink some of the water from the mini fridge before he gets up.

''Where are you going?'' you ask him. ''Follow me, darling,'' he says with a smile, reaching out for your hand. You hold his hand and stand up, legs wobbling as he takes you to the bathroom. You could feel the mixture of his and your own cum trickle down your inner thigh, but decided not to say anything.

The both of you walk down the steps and enter the hot bath that was ready for you. You hum softly when your body gets absorbed by the nice, warm water, feeling more relaxed instantly. San pulls you closer by your hips and pulls you in his lap as he sits down. You feel his half-hard erection slide between your asscheeks, and he groans. ''Oops,'' you giggle.

San smiles and shakes his head, ''You're so cute and sexy, my princess, you know that? I'm having an amazing time with you, you've been taking it all so well, haven't you?'' he praises you. You feel San's lips on your skin, pressing soft kisses over your shoulders.

''Hm, I'd say so, yeah,'' you giggle, grinding your ass back on his cock once more. ''Hm, was it not enough, my angel, does your pussy need a good fucking again?'' He asks, his voice low. San's cock hardens again and you feel him grinding himself between your cheeks. ''Hm, yeah, you should take me again, San, as a reward~'' you say playfully. San definitely can't say no to that, so he orders you to lean on the edge of the bath. You obey him and push your ass up as much as you can for him.

He pumps his dick a few times before sliding it into you with ease. ''God, you're so perfect, taking me instantly,'' he grunts as he leans on you. You feel the heavy weight of his body on yours and moan. You've always loved a strong man, and you love the feeling of having one on top of you.

San holds you in places as he ruthlessly fucks into you. You try to move as you whimper out his name, but you can't go anywhere. San's got you trapped under his body, holding you so tight there's no possibility of escaping. You whine as you try to hold onto him, overwhelmed by his hard thrusts, abusing your hole and making you feel good at the same time.

''Good girl, that's it, taking it perfectly angel,'' he moans, quickly chasing his own release. San fucks you at a pace you're sure is inhumane, and you can't do anything else but moan, moan loudly and let the entire hotel know how insanely good you're being fucked.

With one more rough thrust he combusts, releasing inside of you a second time that night. When he pulls out he lays you on the edge of the tub and makes you spread your legs. He watches your pretty pussy covered in his cum, and rubs your clit just as ruthlessly as he fucked you. You moan loudly and uncontrollably as San gets you to your fastest orgasm you've ever experienced.

After calming down and drying yourselves up San holds you in his arms as you lay on the bed. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he playfully nibbles on them. You love laying in his embrace, taking in his warmth.

''Thank you,'' you breathe out eventually. ''My pleasure,'' he smiles, ''it's my job, but I've certainly enjoyed this.'' You grin. ''I'm glad you did, I loved it too. I definitely needed to just get pleasured again by someone else. It was perfect. And worth every penny,'' you smiled.

After cleaning up and getting dressed you gave San one last kiss before saying your goodbyes. As you drive home he keeps playing on your mind, but your mind also wanders to the other men on the website. Would they be able to pleasure you just as much? How different would they be? You suppose there is only one way to find out...

[smuthospital]

⭐️Yandere Kylar x Reader⭐️

Premise: You're a streamer, and your biggest fan really really likes you

Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, gn reader

Minors DNI

Bright lights flash in your eyes, your fingers rapidly bashing buttons on your keyboard, your other hand furiously clicking your mouse. You whine as your character suddenly falls to the ground, dead.

"Ok, guys! Ok, I get it! I know I'm not that good at this game! No need to tease me!" You laugh. Inside, you're a bit peeved. These stinky bastards aren't here for your gameplay so they better shut up. Shut up and enjoy their eye candy. You're currently streaming an online first-person shooter. You made your little hobby into a little side hustle not too long ago. Guys love watching hot people play games and it's proven to be profitable. "I'm cute? Well thank you, Mr. Husband!" This guy is a regular. Gotta give him those shout-outs he practically pays for.

As much as it hurts to deal with these weirdos, It helps with expenses. You've even seen Robins username pop in and out quickly, probably hoping you didn't see. At first, you were uncomfortable with acting all sweet for your audience, but you warmed up to the idea when it started staving off your bastard Landlord at the orphanage you live in, Bailey. You play games dressed sexy, say sweet dumb things and the money comes pouring in.

These poor, lonely guys send you money in hopes you'll give them a crumb of attention, and you do. Sometimes, you say their names. You don't exactly care that you're taking their money at all. It's a gift! It's not like you forced them to give you money, nor did you even ask. They just want a chance to get in your pants and you're not gonna stop them from dreaming. You can't count the number of times people in the chat have asked if you have an onlyfans.

You'd never, of course, date one of these pigs. You imagine your viewers are stinky, slimy, greasy and would cum in their pants at just seeing you in person. Their whole body is probably sticky to the touch and shower maybe once a month they probably have piss filled mountain dew bottles on the floor next to their pc and shit stains on their seat. You're pretty sure a few guys in the comments are jerking off as you stream this very second.

A few times, you've received ominous messages in the comments from different users, almost threatening you for some ridiculous problem they have with you. How you play, what you're wearing, or just your face, so you make sure to always hide your location and are very vague about your personal life. You're used to them being weird, saying things about what they'd do to you if they were alone with yo- Just have to learn to ignore it. You calm yourself down.

"Well, that's enough for today, I'm getting sleepy! It was nice playing with you today. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight, love you!" You blow a kiss at the camera. You see people commenting their 'i love you too's and whining about how you could stay a bit longer' in the chat before you disconnect. You made $540 from that two-hour stream. You received most of it from the same person. Mr.Husband. Not one minute after closing the stream, you get a message. You thought you disabled direct messages? You notice that it's to your personal account that's open on another tab from an unnamed account. No bio, no profile picture.

New user: Hey

New user: Do you want to meet up sometime? For coffee?

You: Who's this?

New user: I'm Kylar. You can get to know me when we get coffee.

You: Uh no? How the fuck do you know me?

New user: I love your streams, pretty. Drop the fucking attitude before you piss me off. I knew you'd be more of a bitch off-camera. You just look too good to be good hearted. You have to be taught obedience. You're lucky I care about you so much.

You: Keep your tiny prick away from me. I never want to see you in my presence. Disgusting. Ugly pig. Do me a favor and never ever leave your dirty cave. Go fuck yourself

New user: Wanna watch?

*New user has now been blocked*

You stand up and walk away from your computer. how the fuck did he find your actual account? You don't even have your real name anywhere. You start to undress, not noticing your computer's camera has flicked on again.

In a dark room, a man fists his massive cock slowly, eyes trailing up and down his obsession through the screen. His mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to a little cock tease like you. Ruin you, break you, crush you under his weight, teach you a lesson for whoring yourself out. A cute treat like you should have better manners "Pig...tiny prick. Ah, (y/n) I can't let you just say those things to your husband." he watches as you slide your underwear down, eyes zeroing in on the crevice between your thighs as you bend over. He shudders as hot baby batter coats his chest and thighs, continuing to roll down his cock in fat globs.

Two days later, you're walking back home from a late shift at the cafe. You plan to stream when you get home.

Something is watching you.

Cold sweat dribbles down the back of your neck. You shiver, the cold night air doing nothing to calm you. You can feel eyes drilling holes into your back. You picked up your pace, your eyes darting all around. Who is it? What do they want? You think you can hear footsteps not far away. They're getting closer. You break into a sprint and make it to Danube street before you're tackled to the ground. All air is pushed from your lungs, depleting you of oxygen. You do your best to fight against your unseen attacker, but they're far too strong. You try to scream, but only a wheeze comes out. The man roughly picks you up like a sack of potatoes under his arm and carries you into a mansion nearby.

He walked down a flight of stairs and threw you to the ground. You tried to scramble away, but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him. You get a look at his face in the dim light. He's handsome, but his expression strikes fear in your heart. Fury is the only word you can think of to describe it. You scream and flail your limbs wildly, trying to get him the fuck off of you. You hear a crack and before you realize what happened, your cheek is burning. "Shut." Smack "The." Smack "Fuck." Smack "Up." He's seething by the end. Your head was knocked back into the ground by the last hit. A dribble of blood runs down your nose, your cheeks completely red and moderately swollen. You're no longer trying to fight him, head far too foggy to do anything but lay there in pain.

"I'm sorry, baby." He huffs, calming down a bit. "Don't fight me and that won't have to happen again." He wiped at the blood on your face with his thumb, cradling your cheek. A blush creeps over his face along with a deranged smile as he stares down at you with his unblinking eyes. "You're just so perfect. Everything." You feel a bulge forming atop you where he's straddled. He pants heavily as he looks you up and down. Hot tears slip down your swollen cheeks at the realization that you can't get yourself out of this one.

You lie completely still as he palms his crotch in front of you. "I...I'm kylar...you said I have a small prick, (Y/n)... That wasn't very nice. You should say things like that to your husband." You stare at him in awe...it's..the guy from the chat. did he find you? He's crazy. He's insane. He's gonna kill you. Your chest heaves up and down uncontrollably. You feel blood rushing to your ears, feeling the most fear you've ever felt in your entire life. He takes notice of your panic attack and tries to calm you. "H-hey! Shhh, it's ok, just breathe!" You don't hear a word he's saying and thrash wildly again. Your legs kick underneath him, but his body doesn't budge an inch.

You freeze when you feel his lips smash onto yours. He grabs your wrists in one hand above your head, effectively immobilizing you. It feels like he's trying to eat you, no longer caring about your little tantrum. "Just stay still." He mutters as his large hands roam up and down your body like he's waited his life for this moment. You feel his ever growing bulge rub against your stomach. He grabs your hands before you could try to fight him again.

"...You know...I've been giving you my good money, (Y/n). All because I knew how hard it was to live on your own. But now you're here with me. You'll be my personal house whore." You feel his breath hit your cheek. "Please...let me go. I didn't do anything to you!" You're full on sobbing at this point and to your horror, you feel his cock twitch against you.

"Oh fuck! Keep crying for me like that, baby." He's clawing your pants. Your eyes dart around the room for anything that can help you, but your blood runs cold when you just see hundreds of photos of you plastered all over his walls, some even on his ceiling. You hear a loud tear. This animal ripped your pants and underwear in the process of ridding them from your body.

You're a shaking mess as he cups your sex in his hand. "K-Kylar, please!" You cry, trying to appeal to his humanity. He groans, a little wet spot of pre cum appears on his crotch. "Say my name again." He demanded. His fingers rim around your hole, threatening to dive in. You quiver at the feeling. He unzipped his pants and you feel something impossibly large, heavy and hot slam onto your stomach with a thud.

He releases you momentarily and moves himself lower on your body, his head between your legs. His arms circle around your thighs in a vice grip. He takes a strong whiff and lets out a moan. You feel his tongue slide up and down your sex as his fingers plat around with your hole before dipping half a finger in. You're too dry, it hurts! You whine and struggle, uncomfortable. His finger dips all the way in, uncaring for your pleasure. You scream as he continues to thrust his finger inside you as his mouth engulfs your sex. He removes his finger and lifts himself off you. You sigh in relief.

That relief dies as you feel his meaty cock push at your hole. He begins to push in, but your hole resists. It's too big. He lets out a sound of annoyance before spitting on his hand and rubbing the liquid up and down his cock. It does little to help aid in his entrance. "This may hurt a bit…a lot actually." He wicked grin stretches across his face before he rears his hips back and forces his cock through. You let out a blood curdling scream he rips through your insides. He's only halfway in, your walls desperately trying to push him back out. He holds onto your waist and pulls you into him, bottoming out. You feel like you're bleeding, but you're too afraid to look down.

You can hardly breathe. His cock feels like it's in your stomach. Your body twitches, hot tears slipping past the corners of your eyes as you wheeze out please for mercy. He only looks down at you in awe at your beauty. "Oh, you're so cute like this! I knew you could take it! I know it hurts now, but just give it time." His thumb rubs at your tears. There's nothing you can do to get out of this. You feel completely helpless.He pulls himself out, and slowly goes back in, groaning. "Fuck, you're so tight" he grunts. You close your eyes and hear a flash. Your eyes snap open to see he's holding a camera. A blinding light fills your vision along with a 'click'. This sick fuck.

You let out an involuntary moan when he shoves himself into you at just the right angle. He presses himself deep inside you, holding himself there, his cock hugging your sweet spot. "Ah (Y/n)! (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" He chants your name like a mantra at each thrust, but you can barely hear him. All you can do is feel him. Hurt hurts so bad but feels equally as good.

You can't help but let little sounds of pain and pleasure spill from your lips as his hips ram into yours. You look up to see his eyes are completely rolled back. His lips press wet kisses to your cheek. You feel a knot start to build in your lower stomach without your consent and you feel yourself lift onto cloud nine. "Oh (Y/n), cum for me! Cum for your husband!" He moans. You feel shame and pleasure wash over you as you do just that. You clench around him, his breath hitches in his throat at the feeling. He slams into you harder and harder. The over stimulation is killing you now. It's too much!

You think he might break something inside you, you think his dick might knock your brain out of your skull with how hard he's pounding. You feel like your organs will never be the same. "Gonna get you pregnant, gonna breed you again and again. Gonna have my babies. We'll be great parents!" His muttering awakens what's left of the fight in you. "Ah! N-no, stop! I-I can't!" His hand slams over your mouth, his bottomless green eyes staring directly into yours. He lifts your legs up and puts them over his shoulders in a tight mating press.

He hits your special spot and your eyes roll back. He can reach far deeper like this. He slams into you with one final thrust, pressing into you with his full weight. You can't breathe. The over stimulation finally comes for you and you cum all over his cock again. You feel his cock twitch before unloading what seems to be an endless supply of semen into you. You can almost hear the wet sound of him cumming inside you. Your lower stomach rises by the sheer volume of cum produced. You wonder if he used to be a bull at Remy's farm or something. That thought quickly vanishes along with your whole mind as your brain is unable to produce anymore thoughts.

With a satisfied sigh, he pulls his slipping wet cock out of you, a rush of lightly pink cum following after, quickly stopping when he plugs you up with a small plug. His cock isn't even fully soft. You pray he doesn't decide he wants a round two. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? You were crying for nothing." He pants. He kisses your temple before picking you up by your waist, once again like a sack of potatoes in one arm. He walks over to a mattress on the floor and drops you on it, your body softly bouncing on top before settling in a heap. He had a mattress the whole time and still fucked you on the cold, dirty cement floor!? You hear a click and see he's chained your right angle to the wall. He smiles at you and pevks you on the lips the way a husband would before leaving to work. His mood did a 180. He's so very cheerful, his handsome face cheerfully grinning down at you like you're a cute little kitten.

"You did really well today, (Y/n), my love. I'll be back tomorrow. You won't get dinner tonight because you fought me so much, but you'll learn to behave. I want to treat you better, so please be good for me. Goodnight." With that, your new 'husband' stands up to his full height and walks upstairs, leaving you in the cold pitch darkness of the basement.

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Drive

Chapter 4: Railway Previous Masterlist

Word Count: 3.7k

Stray Kids x Fem!Reader (Street Racing AU)

Synopsis: Chan takes you to a fresh racing scene and you meet a handsome new face.

Warnings: (N/n) = Nickname, slightly suggestive, swearing, Chan.

Not proofread

Although you wish you could spend your entire weekend with Minho, you are an adult with adult responsibilities, which means you have to tend to those responsibilities. 

You had been placing job applications left and right. You were looking for something part-time since you made plenty of money from street racing and only wanted a job you could fall back on in case that time ever came. Most of the jobs you had applied for were mundane, nothing you really wanted to do. 

All but one job, that is. 

You had come across the website for a small, locally owned, record shop. You had always been a big music lover and were pleasantly surprised that they were hiring. You had never worked any music-related jobs but were praying that your experience as a librarian would suffice, hoping that organizing records and books wasn’t all that different. 

Sunday was the first day you had alone in your new apartment. For once, you had no plans and were not running into insanely attractive men who also happened to be street racers. 

You lounged on your couch, a cold glass of water in hand and a book that you had been meaning to read since before you moved. You pushed your reading glasses back up your nose as they began to slide down when you were startled by the loud ‘ding!’ of your phone. You lifted your phone from the spot on the couch next to you and noticed an email. 

You quirked a brow and opened the email, smiling when you realized it was from the record shop. The owner asked you to come in for an interview sometime this week. Your grin widened after reading the message, happy to get a reply so quickly. You were eager to respond, supplying the owner with a certain time and day that you would be available to be interviewed. 

After agreeing on a date with your potential employer, you began preparing to head to bed. As you applied your moisturizer, an Instagram notification popped up on your phone. It was a follow request from someone with the username CB97. You clicked on the account, taking note of the person’s grungy feed. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was Chan. His bio read, ‘Christopher Bang, tattoo artist by day, producer by night.’

You scrolled through his account, admiring the photos. You figured you would accept his request, considering you would probably be seeing him around at races and returning to him for your next tattoo. 

Almost as soon as you accepted his request, he had messaged you. You smirked at how eager he was and opened his message. You smiled as you read, 

“There’s a big race happening in Incheon tomorrow. I was wondering if you would wanna be my plus one?” 

You stared at his message for a moment, contemplating your response. You were interested in getting to know Chan better, and watching a race together was your idea of a perfect get-together. Coming to that conclusion, you were quick to type out your response.

“I’d like that. Time and place?”

Chan replied soon after.

“Race is at midnight. Expect me at 7. I’ll be driving.”

You quirked your eyebrow at his bluntness and replied smoothly.

“Cute, but you’ll need my address.” 

“Ah, I thought I was smooth. Mind telling me then, (N/n)?”

You chuckled at his admittance, before giving him your address and confirming the time once again. 

After speaking with Chan, you made your way to bed. You snuggled into the sheets and drifted off to sleep. 

You awoke the next morning around 8, rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes. You trudged around your apartment as you got ready for the day. You made a simple breakfast before heading to your room to do your makeup and change clothes. You chose a simplistic outfit, but it was still cute enough to see Chan in. 

You grabbed your keys and your purse as you headed out the door of your apartment, not forgetting to lock up. 

You descended to the lobby of the apartment complex with the elevator and quickly made it to the lobby and out to the parking lot. You made quick work of hopping in your car, haphazardly throwing your purse in the passenger seat, and firing up the engine. You felt the familiar flutter in your heart as you heard the exhaust crackle and pop. 

You peeled out of the parking lot and headed to your new favorite cafe. Despite not having a big appetite for coffee, a certain chubby-cheeked employee made you keep coming back.

You parked your car next to Jisung’s and practically skipped to the entrance of the cozy cafe. The bell jingled as you pushed the door open, a bright smile on your face. 

Your favorite employee peaked from behind the counter, his face breaking into his familiar smile as he greeted you, “Hi (Y/n)! I didn’t think you’d come in today.”

The man spoke with his usual cheerful and polite demeanor. You frowned at him playfully as you approached the counter and scanned the menu above his head, “Why’d you think that Jisungie?” You said curiously, testing out the new nickname on your tongue. 

Jisung flushed slightly, fiddling with a peeling sticker on the register. “Chan-hyung said you guys would be together today.” He spoke, slightly shy.

You quirked a brow, “Word gets around quickly with you guys I guess.” You said with a slight mumble. You looked at the man before continuing, “But yeah I’m supposed to hang out with him today, but that’s later on.”

You told him your order and spoke again as you paid in cash, “Besides, that wouldn’t stop me from seeing you,” You said with a flirty wink in his direction. 

Jisung sputtered slightly, dropping some of the change he meant to hand you, “O-Oh?” He questioned as he scrambled to pick up the scattered money. 

You nodded affirmatively, “Don’t bother with the change ‘Sungie, you can keep it.” The brunette perked up at your statement.

“Oh! Thanks (Y/n)!” He said cheerfully before stuffing the change in his pocket. It wasn’t much but the gesture was nice. 

You smiled before going to take a seat at your usual table as you waited for your order. You looked out the window until you felt your phone buzz in your purse. You pulled it out and read the message on your screen. It was from Minho.

“Hey (N/n). Are you coming to the race tonight?”

You replied quickly.

“I am. Wby?”

His response was immediate.

“Me too. Are you racing tonight?”

You smiled at his question.

“Why do you ask? Itching to get your ass kicked again?”

You watched as the typing bubble appeared on your screen. 

“I’d win this time, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes before typing out a response. 

“Sure. But no. I’m Chan’s arm candy for the night.”

The typing bubble appeared and disappeared repeatedly before Minho finally texted back.

“See you then.”

You huffed at the rather dry response but didn’t dwell on it too long. 

“(Y/n)!” Jisung shouted your name from behind the counter, a bit louder than necessary. You gave a playful glare to the man, who was giggling at you like a schoolgirl. 

“I think the bookstore across the street heard you, Jisung.” You spoke monotonously as you grabbed your coffee from his hands. 

“I’m taking advantage of us being the only ones here. Sometimes you just need to yell.” He said with an indifferent shrug. You smiled at him with a roll of your eyes. 

“Sure ‘Sungie.” You said as you walked to the door, shrugging your purse farther up your shoulder. You paused at the door before leaving. “I’ll see you tonight?” You questioned with a raised brow.

Jisung faltered at the sudden question before responding, “Yeah, you will.” He said with a dreamy smile and a breathy voice. 

You smiled and waved goodbye before leaving the cafe.

You watched the minutes tick by as the clock approached 7 pm. You were slightly nervous for tonight. Chan was attractive in an intimidating way. Not that any of the other men you met weren’t also incredibly attractive. It was all circumstantial. Chan’s first impression of you was when you were in a rather vulnerable state. You would like to say you’re tough and thick-skinned, but needles hurt like a bitch. 

You stared out your window at the city lights. Feint sounds of city life bleeding into your home. You were startled out of your trance at the sound of your apartment’s buzzer going off. 

You walked to the intercom and held down the button. “Who is it?” You questioned but already knew the answer. 

“It’s Chan.” The smooth voice on the other side of the intercom sent a chill down your spine. 

“I’ll buzz you in.” You said and let your finger off the button. 

Minutes passed until there was a knock at your door. You approached your door and swung it open to reveal Chan on the other side. 

The man was decked out in a black leather jacket that he wore over a white wife beater. He had black ripped jeans and leather combat boots on to match his jacket. 

You looked him up and down momentarily before speaking, “Right on time, handsome.” You said as you looked up into his eyes.

He smirked at you, “Ready to go?” He questioned.

You nodded at him with a smile, “Yeah. Let me grab my purse.” You said as you turned and walked to your side table to grab your bag. 

You walked back to the door, exiting the apartment. You turned to lock your door when Chan spoke, “You look cute.” He said with a charming smile.

You flushed slightly before turning to look back at him. “Thank you. You do too.” You said with a playful wink and began making your trek to the lobby. The elevator ride down to the lobby was filled with a peaceful silence between you and Chan. You looked at him with a sideways glance, admiring his chiseled features. The slope of his nose and his plump lips flattered him well, and you couldn’t help but appreciate that.

Chan led the way to the parking lot, stopping at a completely blacked-out Comaro with carbon fiber features littered across it. You could only imagine what the beauty looked like under the hood. 

Chan gave you a small smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You smiled and thanked him.

“Wow, such a gentleman.” You said teasingly as he got into the driver’s seat of the car. 

Chan playfully scoffed at you, “I was raised right.” He replied simply.

Chan put the key in the ignition and you grinned as the engine roared to life, the car’s display lighting up before you. 70s and 80s rock songs played softly through the car's custom sound system. 

“Where are we headed?” You asked rather quietly.

Chan hummed, contemplating whether leaving your destination a surprise or not. “Incheon. There’s a big race happening there tonight.”

You nodded. “I’ve never been to Incheon before. Is the scene any good?”

You watched Chan’s ringed fingers dance across the wheel, following the rhythm of the music closely. His rings occasionally clinked against the wheel. “Yeah, I’d say it’s pretty fun. A lot of Seoul drivers head up there when they get bored of racing here.”

You listened to his words closely, completely interested in anything he had to say. 

“Felix goes up there quite often. He says they’re nicer to him over there.” Chan added.

You tilted your head in curiosity, “Who’s Felix?” 

Chan smiled slightly at your question, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure we’ll see him there. He wouldn’t miss a race like this.”

After about 30 minutes, you and Chan arrived at your destination. Once again, the race was on the outskirts of the city, to not attract too much attention from cops and the public. The atmosphere was bustling with the sound of music, people, and loud cars. 

Chan shot you an occasional glance, admiring the way your eyes practically sparkled as you gazed out the window of the area around you. He couldn’t help but also admire your beauty.

Eventually, Chan’s car rolled to a stop, in line with many other impressive cars. He turned the car off and walked around to your door, opening it for you and offering his hand. You smiled at him appreciatively as you took it and stepped out of the car. 

Chan smiled at you, holding your hand a second longer than needed before letting go. “C’mon, let’s look around. I might be able to introduce you to some people.” He said rather cheerfully. You nodded and followed behind him to avoid getting lost in the rowdy crowd. 

Shortly after leaving the car, you heard someone shout Chan’s name. The two of you turned to meet eyes with a blonde man waving at Chan. His smile was bright and his freckles even brighter. 

Chan grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the blonde man. “Hey, Felix!” Chan said excitedly, bringing the other man into a hug. Felix continued to beam at him, before turning to you.

“I’m going to assume that you’re (Yn)?” He asked, his voice rich and smooth.

You were taken aback at how he knew you but nodded anyway, “Yeah. You’re Felix?” You asked with a raised brow, though you already knew the answer.

He smirked at you, “The one and only. The others won’t shut up about you.” He stated, “I can see why.” He said with a playful wink, which made you chuckle and wave him off.

He continued to speak, “You racing tonight? Or did Chan just bring you to show off to you?” He said, teasing the older man, who just rolled his eyes.

You smiled. “Pretty sure he just wants to show off. But I’m fine with watching. I always appreciate a good race.” You said, placing a bit of an expectation on Chan. He scoffed and rolled his eyes once again.

“I always put on a good race, sweetheart.” He said confidently. 

“Don’t get too confident, Channie. You’re racing me tonight.” Felix spoke, staring Chan down. 

Chan quirked a brow at the blonde, “That supposed to scare me, Lixie?” He replied, hitting back with a nickname of his own. Felix chuckled, clapping Chan on the shoulder in a friendly manner.

“No, but you’re girl is going to think you’re pretty lame once you lose.” The younger teased Chan cheekily. Chan gave Felix a blank stare,

“Yeah, whatever. See you at the starting line.” 

Eventually, you were standing on the sidelines as the men rolled to a stop at the aforementioned starting line. Felix was driving a sleek Chevrolet Corvet C6 in all black. His windows were down, which gave you the chance to admire his good looks. His long, blonde hair was pushed away from his face. Your eyes followed along his sharp jawline and moved up his face slowly. Your eyes widened when you met his eyes and saw that he was already staring at you. He smiled at your flustered state and winked cockily in your direction, before turning his eyes back to the road in front of him. 

Your eyes left his face, and you gave your attention to Chan. His windows were also down as he waved you over. You gave a light smile before approaching his open window. Reaching the window, you leaned down to be level with Chan, placing your elbows on the edge of the car door. 

Chan’s eyes trailed your face, holding himself back from taking a glance at your cleavage as your folded arms pressed your chest together enticingly. 

“Yes, Channie?” Your sweet voice rang in his ears.

Chan’s gaze felt  heavier than usual, “Not gonna wish me luck, sweetheart?” He asked. His tone gruff

You smirked at him teasingly, “You seem like the kind of guy who doesn’t need luck.” You said with a tilt of your head, batting your lashes tauntingly. 

Chan pursed his lips and tongued his cheek. He thought before speaking, “I could always use luck from you, pretty.” He states firmly.

You simply nodded and reached into the car to grab his chin. His eyes widened in shock as your steady grip turned his face away from you and towards the windshield. You leaned forward, “Good luck, handsome.” You whispered into his ear and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. 

You turned and walked back towards the crowd and Chan turned his gaze to follow your form, his jaw slightly dropped and his breathing heavy. 

You noticed a familiar face as you walked back to the crowd. 

Minho.

His stare was curious as he watched you approach. 

“That was quite the show you put on, sweetheart. You’ve got his fangirls jealous.” Minho spoke, a teasing lilt to his voice as he looked down into your shadowed eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his taunting, “I was just wishing him luck.” You said affirmedly, crossing your arms and turning to look at the two cars in front of you.

Minho kept his eyes locked on your form, looking you up and down, “Well, you look nice.” He said in a much softer tone. You smiled at him and thanked him, returning the compliment.

A woman with a makeshift flag walked towards the track, standing in front of the two cars. 

“I think it’s starting.” You mumbled. Minho nodded in confirmation. 

“Racers!” The woman called out in a light British accent. “Engines ready?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

Both men revved their engines in response, their hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter. The woman smiled, raising the flag for a moment before dropping it abruptly. “Go!”

The men sped off, their tires squealing and engines roaring. The two cars got smaller as they traveled further off into the distance. The crowd cheered and screamed, quickly dispersing to move to the location of the finish line. 

You and Minho moved together, his hand resting gently on the small of your back to keep you close to him in the swarm of moving bodies. His hand felt hot against your exposed skin, but you didn’t mind. 

You finally made it to where the two cars would come to a stop, and one would be a winner. 

“You gonna wish me luck like that when I take you to a race?” Minho suddenly questioned. You looked up at him and examined his somewhat feline features. 

“I don’t see why not, Min.” You said, poking at his side playfully. He swatted your hand away and tsked at you. 

The two of you continued to chat until the sound of two familiar roaring engines met your ears. 

The crowd began to cheer again as the two vehicles appeared in the distance, their headlights bouncing off their surroundings. The men were neck and neck. When one overtook the other, it wouldn’t last long. 

You smiled as the speeding cars approached and the crowd bustled with life. They looked to be neck-and-neck. You vibrated with excitement as they got closer and closer.

It almost looked like the men weren’t going to stop until they came to a screeching halt right in front of you. Your hair blew back from your face and you felt the heat from the running cars kiss the apples of your cheeks. 

You were staring too hard at the two through their windshields to notice who won the race. The crowd gathered around their cars as they cheered and hollered. You, however, didn’t move from your spot. You wanted them to come to you. 

Felix and Chan exited their cars, closed the doors, and locked them. They met each other in front of the vehicles. “Congrats.” Felix’s deep and velvety voice rang through your ears as he gripped Chan’s shoulder in a brotherly manner. Chan smiled and nodded at him before the two men made their way to you and Minho.

“That was pretty close.” You said lightly, tilting your head up at them.

They both grinned, “We never know who is going to win when we race each other. That’s why we keep doing it.” Chan explained to you.

You nodded in understanding, pausing when you felt a hand on your hip. 

“Care if I take her home, Chan?” Minho spoke suddenly to the eldest man. 

Chan’s brows furrowed as he glanced between the two of you. You were also rather confused.

“She came with me, Min. It’s only right if I take her back home.” Chan responded.

You watched the side of Minho’s face closely as his jaw ticked slightly. 

“She’s my neighbor. I wouldn’t want you going out of your way when it’s already so late.” He stated, “And besides, you work early in the morning.” Minho finished. His cat-like eyes locked onto Chan.

You could see the questioning look on Chan’s face as he stared at Minho for a moment longer before looking down at you.

“Well, it’s up to you, pretty.” He said.

You faltered. The interaction felt rather tense.

“U-uh yeah. I don’t mind going home with Minho.” You finally responded, glancing up at the man whose hand was still grasping your hip. 

You missed the sag in Chan’s shoulders at your answer. 

“Alright (Y/n),  say bye to the boys, it’s getting late,” Minho said, now smiling. You furrowed your brows at him, your lips quirked in confusion. 

“Are you my father?” You teased.

Minho rolled his eyes at your teasing, “No, but I can act like it.” He said, throwing back the same energy you had given him moments ago. 

You made a gagging noise and pretended to throw up, “I did not need to know about your hidden daddy kink, you nasty man.” You said with a sneer. 

The men around you laughed at the interaction, the air feeling much lighter now. 

You decided to finally say goodbye, bringing Chan into a hug and thanking him for the amazing night you had. 

“Don’t thank me. I’d love to do this again, sweetheart.” He said quietly in your ear. You couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. 

You then turned to Felix. You didn’t want to be as forward with him considering you had just met and didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable. However, you were shocked when he also brought you into a hug. 

“Next time, I’m racing you.”

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smiling friends as discord mods ; ☆

crazy ass idea

— glep (8/10 discord mod)

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i think of him as the social media manager of the company and if mr. boss trusts him that much to maintain a positive image of the company online then being a discord mod would be a breeze

can control some semi-complicated stuff in the server like role-setting with reactions and unlocking different channels by reacting to a message, definitely improves this function if he thinks its faulty

^^^ any technical difficulties within the server are

takes being a discord mod pretty seriously yet he has the ability to be lighthearted about it sometimes

often mass bans people over spamming or any other offense without alerting everyone else, so like no context banning

^^^ ppl initially had a problem with it but then they lightened up a little when they noticed that those mass bans actually improved the server

^^^^ he still scares the shit out of everyone though

always online and monitoring the server

profile ☆

has definitely splurged money on discord nitro and those discord profile decor and effects

his profile would be decked tf out and follow a purple/green aesthetic

^^^ he has the clyde invaders icon skin and his account profile is purple

^^^^ idk if he has an anime girl pfp or not bc on one hand he would definitely have one but on the other hand he'd have a profile pic of a character he likes from a game.

one thing's for sure tho is that he never felt the need to change his discord profile picture unless he was in a server made for his job then he'd just change that server's profile pic to put his face and that's it lol

discord username is probably like theamazingGlep69 or something

his discord bio is definitely a random video game quote and that's it

his spotify, xbox, and steam account are the only things connected to his discord

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always energized by those gamer-advertised energy drinks

^^^ no specific preference for like g-fuel or gamer supps or something he just grabs whatever he can get his grimy little hands on

selectively sends friend requests to people and never accepts friend requests from randos

^^^ in fact he INSISTS on being the one sending the friend requests to people instead of it being the other way around

^^^^ as a result he has less than 15 people on his friends list and he's happy with it

he definitely unadds ppl he hasn't spoken to in a while though to keep it ~fresh~ or something

— mr. boss (6/10 discord mod)

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ok so like

he isn't TERRIBLE at modding he knows the basics

he's just very... lax. he's the type to not see anything wrong with spamming or other similar offenses just because he genuinely doesn't think it's a big deal

^^^ he'd be like oh what theyre just expressing themself idk

^^^^ or like when it comes to random ppl dming mods he'd be like idk what if they just wanted to ask a question but were too shy to do it in the main server YKWIM?????

he already lets his employees do what they want during their shifts so it wouldn't be very different in a discord server

because it's online, he already doesn't take it very seriously lol he'd just find any chaos amusing

it's like a giant group chat!!!!

BUT DESPITE ALL THAT, he's really good at organizing server events like giveaways and movie/game nights

he'd always make sure to make the events fun and accessible for everyone

as a result most of the server usually participates in the events

he's just not good at... moderation in general

he also doesn't enjoy the banning/warning ppl aspect bc it makes him feel really bad

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he has an anime girl pfp and/or has matching pfps with ppl for a certain amount of time ONLY if they match his profile theme

his profile is a cutesy kawaii light pink anime girl aesthetic

^^^ he'd have the cat ears icon skin and his profile would be pink

^^^^ an evil part of me wants to say he has a sailor moon pfp

yes he also has discord nitro

what else will he do with the money he earns

he has cutesy kaomojis in his bio too and probably has the initial of someone in a text heart like < b 3 (b for brittney LOL)

only his spotify is connected to his profile

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also brittney was his discord kitten

^^^ they had matching anime couple pfps

^^^^ they'd always vc

^^^^^ have fallen asleep on vc once

he uses cringe text faces like uwu or owo just bc he knows everyone hates it

^^^ he thrives off of the negativity idk

everyone in a server he moderates would probably feel the safest dming him out of every other mod

^^^ his dms r always open

ok so i know that he has normal ass headphones but hear me out. give him pink cat ear headphones. it's perfect

he has more than the usual amt of discord friends

he always has aesthetic ass discord statuses

has his online status set as idle bc its cuter

— allan red (7/10 discord mod)

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he's the mod that everyone complains abt

definitely rewrites the rules and makes sure they're enforced at all times

he's the typa person to call someone out if they break the rules in any capacity

"@/feetlicker Please change your name, that is not appropriate"

"@/charlienipples No memes in general chat, go to #meme-channel."

unlike glep though, he gives a lot of context as to why he'd ban someone

^^^ maybe 2 much context

^^^^ in fact he very rarely bans ppl, the most he sends out is a very detailed warning in dms

always types in full sentences

most server members are afraid of dming him actually he's sorta intimidating

he definitely keeps the server in order but his reputation is just not the best

but he is very confrontational so if someone is causing a problem he isn't afraid of getting it dealt with

he's usually tagged during disputes bc he's level-headed enough to deal with them and offers good points

^^^ that doesn't stop others from thinking he's annoying though :((

very misunderstood but has good intentions

he has a set schedule on when he logs in and moderates, then gives himself free time

so basically he isn’t online all day

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he’d have one of those blank discord profiles

like he’d make it normal-ish but he wouldn’t care too much abt sparkly text themes or connecting any of his other socials to it

uses a picture of himself as his icon and has a matching red background that is randomly generated by discord

^^^ (he didn’t pay for discord nitro)

^^^^ (everyone point and laugh)

^^^^^ (he just doesn’t find it necessary since he isn’t online THAT often)

his username is either his full name or a very absurd npc name (like scaryantelopes2536) theres no in-between

he never has a status set

clean profile but its boring to look at basically

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takes online status very literally— if he doesn’t want to be disturbed, he puts dnd, if he’s online, he sets it as online, etc etc (so surprisingly very honest)

his profile pic looks professionally done in a studio then unfortunately it got very pixelated as a result of discord itself so its kinda funny looking

his friends list is only the 4 other ppl from smiling friends

doesn’t know or like brainrot or modern internet slang so when ppl say skibidi toilet or sigma rizz he genuinely has to get up and walk around outside to stay sane

is usually the one being trolled/pranked

IS the one that cringes at mr. boss using uwu or owo

— charlie dompler (5/10 discord mod)

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HE'S THE TYPE TO be really good at it first then he'd lose interest

he'd get a high from it bruh

just the idea of having power would be enough to get him rolling

for the first couple months he'd be all up in the server channels being hella active

he'd stay up all night just moderating bc its exciting to give someone a warning if they act up or whatever

^^^ if he gets sleepy he drinks an energy drink

*someone fucks up in a server* "Ooh, oooh-- this is my favorite part, man. Watch, watch." *sends a 2 word dm to the person that just says 'warning One'* "Oh, haha! that--that was so fun."

yea he'd be riding on dopamine hits of doing good for the server

since he'd be sleep deprived he'd misspell a lot and send short answers so if someone asks why they were banned he'd give very short answers

"hey why was i banned lol" "bad" "what" "yeah"

i don't think he'd do much in the server other than moderate and make new channels

then he gets bored.

uh oh

all of a sudden he's very relaxed about everything so he would probably stop moderating so much

he would probably be doing the bare minimum now lol

5/10 bc he goes in and out of caring and not caring so i guess sometimes he's pretty good

discord is probably one of the only socials he is really active on

he would give himself dumbass roles just bc

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some sort of meme/cursed profile icon with flaming sword icon skin

would definitely have an orange-themed profile in general bc he thinks its a color with an unfair reputation

every social he has will be linked to his damn profile

has a dumbass username

^^^ probably one of the only one of the 5 who doesn't use his real name on discord

^^^^ he would change his dn every once in a while JUST BC to be funny or something

its so stupid he would call himself the Poo Meister after letting a smooth one out

he's always on DND

uses his discord status to ask someone to play a game w him

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he joins random meme servers just for the emotes

he's already a discord mod for like 3 servers rn and he's given up

he has a lot of online friends which is why he doesn't use his real name

he's always in a vc with someone

he's very very social online (i bet he has a popular twitter gimmick account too)

he made his current discord account when he was really young and he just stuck with the same one

he adds all the bots to servers he moderates bc he thinks he has amazing taste

— pim pimling (7/10 discord mod)

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he would be the one doing all of the accouncements and questions of the day

he takes those jobs so serious

he types with caps on and uses encouraging gifs and emoticons (yes emojis too)

he never really moderates, he's the one just announcing things tbh he has a lot to say

even when he conveys bad news he'd do a little :P at the end just to soften the blow

(he's also the one who usually kindly lets people know why a certain mod banned them just in case said mod doesn't wanna elaborate)

his positivity pisses ppl off sometimes

don't shoot the messenger

he just logs in every morning, and writes a whole paragraph in announcements to wish everyone a happy day! then he types up the question of the day and logs off until the night

pim pimling is a very busy man

checks his notifs throughout the day tho (just in casies)

he just spreads positivity

one of the most important people in the server he's in at all times

he does intimidate ppl sometimes just bc of his role but he does try to be as not-intimidating as possible

if he's confronted on anything he does wrong he is quick to take responsibility for his actions

^^^ doesn't depend on the person's role, like if he bans someone's friend and the person pleads their case, he's very quick to apologize

^^^^ might cause him to be perceived as someone with no backbone but he's just very empathetic and understanding

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his icon is definitely a picture of his face, probably some sort of cute selfie

similar to allan, he uses his full name in his discord dn and user

he does have nitro but he only uses it to change his discord background to a picture of nature

his bio would be long as shit. "Hi! (grin) I'm Pim Pimling and I'm 34 years old!" etc etc etc

^^^ definitely overshares in his bio too

has no socials attached to his profile at all

very straightforward profile

he uses his status a LOT to say the most random things?!>>W "Currently eating a bowl of cereal!"

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he has a lot of people on his friends list bc despite everything ppl do have a soft spot for him

he had discord for a while like charlie did but he only ever used it to text friends and thats it

really interactive and responds quickly to dms

his dms r very open

he loves emoji reactions so much

he helps mr. boss with server events a lot

^^^ he also participates in every one

he likes using video calls in a vc

hallo ^w^ i just want to end this off by saying i now have an ask box to submit any headcanon requests if needed!! yayy

[brownsugar-dreams]

Another Approach To Online Sugaring

Recently I took a break from dating. The dating apps can get exhausting and sometimes you’re just not in a place where you have the physical/emotional energy to get dressed up and go out. I didn’t want the money to stop, so I decided to start camming again but only for online sugar dating(OSD)/girlfriend experience (GFE). It’s been such a success I decided to make a post about it.

When I reactivated my no face cam accounts, I started casually talking to users in my chat rooms. There were a good share of users who just want to chat. If you have an outgoing personality, this is really easy and comes natural. We would talk about all sorts of things from what they do for work/fun, casual interests, kinks. I’d tell them stories, my POVs on pop culture topics, fantasies, made up stuff. At this point I noticed specific users were tipping in the general chat. I focused on those users and made sure to show them the most attention and they continued to tip. They’d often initiate a private session (more $ per min) and we’d continue chatting.

If you’re consistent with signing in at least 1-2x a week, it’s easy to find someone who adores you. I created a Snapchat (SC) profile and advertised it on my cam site as a way for users to connect with me 1:1. Set it up so they have to pay to get the username. Using SC, I posted no face pics with a link to my wishlist/cashapp and sparingly answered messages (mostly messages inquiring about pricing/services never free endless chatting). Later I created a price menu for services offered and shared that from time to time on my story. Once a relationship is established, it’s super easy to straight up ask for money. Since they met you on a paid cam site they already know what’s up so don’t let anyone pretend to be naive or use your time for free.

Overall this has been a flexible way to earn money that is relatively easy and low maintenance. Most of these clients are lonely and desperate for female attention so making each feel special is the key.

Things to Note/Logistics

I personally don’t show my face by having the cam positioned from the neck down. But other no face cam girls have talked about using full or half face masks to conceal their identity. Given the nature of “professionalism” in our fields I can understand a lot of us wanting to preserve our identities. But do what you’re comfy with! I’d suggest no nudity in free chat otherwise users will be less likely to pay for private.

Each cam site is different and pays differently. Most let you adjust your price settings as you like. I researched the sites with the most consistent/quickest payout schedule and reputation by searching Reddit posts and cam girl forums. I picked my favorite sites shared below.

To maximize earnings, I stream multiple sites at a time by opening tabs. Some use OBS software but I haven’t had the time to figure out how to incorporate that yet.

I changed the settings to allow only users with money to participate in chat. This helps reduce hecklers and incels looking for a free show.

Sites have varying popularity during different times/day. Keep that in mind when starting out so that you can develop a schedule. We’re busy professionals irl so making sure to cam on days/nights that have the most earning potential saves a lot of time.

Different clients have different needs so it’s important to be flexible and only take on clients you’d be comfortable with. I have clients that want me to be bossy and mean while others want a more traditional GFE where they’re the caretaker (think MTS “daddy am I your baby” type of thing lol).

Tips to Earn More

Share your wishlist in your bio across platforms. I like to use throne.

Create a links page and share to let your big spenders get notified when you’re online. I use beacons

I use sextpanther to supplement on weeks that are too busy to cam. I love the convenience of texting and it yields good money.

If you want to incorporate toys in your private shows when you’re starting out, use Aliexpress to order cheap toys. Eventually when you gain a consistent following, I suggest making the guys pay for anything they’d like to see you use and of course non sexual gifts for you too!

Keep a list/diary of users to keep track across platforms. Make note of their interests/kinks/imp things they’ve shared so you can refer to it during sessions.

Successful Cam Sites: CB CS

Keep working towards your goals!😘❤️✨

[the-masquerade-council]

Octocon: A Review and Comparison. (Website link)

I am writing this on the 14th of July 2024, which is just three days after the first public release of the app(on the 11th). So some of the things I bring up here may no longer be reinvent, when it is updated in the future. I've also only just started using it, so there may be stuff I'm unaware of.

I think the 2 biggest advantage of octocon is, first the fact that it functions as jake of all trades, and second the safety features. The app has a companion discord bot, as well as in app journaling. Making it so it has features of simplyplural, pluralkit, and lighthouse all in one. In terms of safety, in addition to options for a pin lock, there are also a quick exit option and a stealth mod option. With quick exit enabled you can double top any unoccupied spot on the app to immediately close the app. The stealth mode being enabled makes it so when the launches it appears as a news app(pictures on the right below), to access the real app just double tap the logo. Also the app having no reference to systemhood or plurality in the name makes it more convert.

I could see the app being directly connected to the discord bot as being very useful for systems that split alters often. I know from our experience we often don't really bother with setting up PK profiles for a lot of our system(and doing with tokens every time is also annoying), so having the app and bot linked is useful. The discord bot commands are also more private than PKs.

The app can be used for front and alter tracking, you can also set an alter as primary front if multiple alters are fronting. Also alters in the app are given an ID number which can be changed to organize them, rather it being alphabetical(one of our pet peeves with SP is the fact you can't make organization non alphabetical, I say a host whose name starts with V) The app also lets you make alter folders, which can be used for subsystems among other things. It also let you add friends so they can see who is fronting, much like simplyplural.

There are also several different color options for the app.

As for the journaling, there's both individual alter journals and a journal

Now moving on the things I like less about the app. As a reminder the app just come out and the app will likely be changed in the future.

There is no in app way to edit the info for the system as a whole, this is done via the bot on discord. On a related note system usernames must be between 5 and 16 characters long, which as you might notice is to short for our system name.

The is no dashboard, and no chatting or polls in app, though chatting could still be done on discord with bot. Also there's no browser version.

All alter info is on one tab I could see this getting very crowded. there's less custom field options(not date options for example) and no markdown support(meaning you can't add images and such to bios and the like). There is also currently not wat to achieve alters.

There is no non folder way to represent subsystems in the app, mean there is also no subsystem specific group journals. (Side note lighthouse is very good for keeping track of subsystems, if your system has multiple I recommend you give it a try)

The app's current front history keeping is rather bare bones.

Closing thoughts

For now we are going to continue predominately using simplyplural and pluralkit. Simplyplural for it's better information keeping, and pluralkit do to its prevalence. However I am very excited to see what octocon's future hold and can absolutely understand why some systems would prefer it over alternatives. I am also always glad to see new system resources being created!

[minniesmutt]

a list of known minors lying about their age

so, i pretty actively go through my block list to see if people have added age indicators or turned 18 and I always remember the ones that are very well below the age of 18 and as nsfw have been saying forever; while we cannot stop these people from reading nsfw, we can prevent them from reading our works.

As i go through, I notice some have added a few years to their age so they can read/interact with 18+ works. As I know more, I will add them but below is the few accounts that I personally remember their bios saying a different age and have changed to be 18+

I write this for myself and other 18+ writers' safety because our blogs are our safe space and we do decide what we put out and who follows. We all do say "Minors do not interact" and if the roles were flipped, it would be a major issues

@/m1m0sa : first saw them when they followed when this blog was new. Their bio did say 15 years old when they followed me but going through my blocks, it now says they are 19 years old @/kiaralynn3838 : Also 15 years old. I actually remembered them from my old blog, their blog theme didn't change nor did their username so I had immediately blocked them, even when their blog said they are 18 years old @/ hannie-kkami : I have actually (re)posted about this person before (original post I reposted was from kriss (lix-ables) but they are frequently changing their name so I do have to keep track so I do not accidentally unblock them because they are 13-years-old. They are lying and saying they are 23-years-old (bio and pinned say they are born in 2000).

If i find more, I will add them or if you know of any and would like to add them please do. I just feel like all of us who do write adult content should be looking out for each other because it is very uncomfortable when minors are following you. I just want other to be aware of the ones that are willing to lie about their age to gain access to our works because at the end of the day, fuck their puberty hormones. Children are very impressionable and many cannot separate fiction from reality.

Please reblog and share so this does get to other 18+ writers.

This list does not include anyone turning 18 this year or people who were previously ageless blogs adding an age as there is no way for me or anyone to prove they are lying with seeing a photo of their government issued id or their set birthday in tumblr (though you could also lie on that)

[dayfaresthenight]

Aculia's Bio!!!

(TWs for disassociation, Substance abuse, suicide, and allusions, but no explicit mentions of NSFW topics.) Blue is Aculia, Black is Me.) (Currently Revamping)

Name: Aculia Bell

Alt Names: Jackie, Moriarty

Special Titles: The Grand Archmage, The Mage In The Tower, the Woman behind the curtain, the heroine of Archalia!

Username: TheHeroOfArchalia

Nicknames: Jack, Moon, "That bitch.".

Chronological Age: 18 Physically. Timeloops have distorted her mind, lost track of the plot a whiles ago.

Age: 20 (I stopped aging when I finished the story!)

Pronouns: Any/All, IDC honestly!!! Lean more feminine though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Gender: Cisgender

Species: 70% Deity, 20% Nymph (Cloud), 10% Demon (Lust)

Disorders: A lot. (Bipolar Depression, C-PTSD, Generalized Anxiety, Impostor Syndrome, Pathological Lying, Hypersexuality)

Physical Disabilities: None!!! (Chronic Pain in Right Arm, Poor Vision)

Active Addictions: Weed, Self Harm, Sex.

Religion: Daisyism!

Job: Cleric!

Major: Arcane Studies!

Lives in: My cool Bubble!

Languages: English, Angelic, Demonic, Feyish, uuuuuuh, a few ciphers… know I'm forgetting something… Oh yes, French!

Height: 5'2

Regular: Caucasian Human

Accent: Like one of those really loud annoying anime dub girl voices!!! (A somewhat soft English accent, when she isn't faking it.)

Powers: Astral Projection, Time Manipulation, Puppetering, Elemental Magic, Character Creation, Illusions, Alchemy… A few other things too, but why would I tell everything to you?

Weaknesses: None!!! I'm too strong!!! (Her old memories, warding seals, emotionally stable people.)

Weapons: None! (Because she stinks at physical combat.) (NO, I DON'T!!!!)

Wands: Uhhh, which do you need? I have a lot of them.

Alignment: Chaotic Good (formerly Lawful Good.)

Text Color: BLUE!!!

Main Hobbies: I like learning about new magic, long walks on the beach, puppeteering, traveling to new worlds, and alchemy! Sometimes I'll even dress up as NPCs in worlds and pretend to be a regular person.

Favorite Food: Donuts!

Favorite Flower: Daisys! (…)

Scent: Smells like Grapes! And maybe a little bit of Ash too…

Handedness: Right!

Blood Color: Red! Duuuh.

Awareness: Very Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: JUNE 21ST! Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Fact: Wears a Star Ring on her finger at all times, refuses to take it off.

Special Interests: Magic, Chess, High Fantasy, Writing

Stims: jumping up in the air, screaming, twisting

Stimboard: Maaaaybe

Moodboard: ^

Fashion Board: ^ Comfort Objects: None! (Her Favorite Staff: Aculia.)

Family: Doesn't matter!!! They are all long gone anyway.

Friends: Doesn't matter!!!!

Romance: I like Daisy, and I like Are!!! Maaaaybe one other person in the future too, although that's a plot twist for later!

Enemies: I think about 50% of the universe are my enemies right now. I dunno how I'm not dead yet, honestly.

Brief Personality:

[Reworking]

Brief Backstory:

Nope!

Aculia comes from a storybook called "Tales of Archalia," written by a man named Daniel Crane. It was a tale as old as time—The Evil Witch Jackelyn had captured the rulers of the world, planning on destroying it. She had to go through many different twists and challenges. Blah blah blah, you know the story by now.

With her and her three friends, she had ventured to the top of the tower and done it. They had bested the witch; they had saved the day! And so everyone lived happily forever after…

But, over time, Aculia began to become… bothered. She noticed things didn't change any more. The same people with the same routines, the same dialogue, and even the same patterns every day.

It started off small. Her being less polite to people or ignoring her party members coming to visit. This caused a change. Almost as if the world itself was forced to, people began to act differently. The pre-set patterns they had gone under altered. Finally, after weeks, something new…!

That was the key. She just had to try different things, and everything would be peachy! They'd get back to their grand old adventures, and she would stop being so… bored.

What turned into a few small stunts here or there quickly turned into bad habits—using Alchemy to create hard substances, indulging in the unspoken pleasures of life, and whatnot, and so forth. This sudden change in personality deeply worried her friends, who attempted to comfort her.

For some reason though, their words rang more… hollow than usual, though. She couldn't quite put why, but something just didn't feel right about this place anymore. It felt too happy, too colorful—too cheerful. So... Fake...?

...

"Aculia, look—I know you don't want to talk right now, but… we were really worried about you. #u*#$ Said he found you passed out at the tavern the other day."

"Yeah!!! I don't know what's gotten into you recently, but knock it off. Your really freaking us out!!!"

"If something is troubling your heart, please tell us. We are always here for you."

"Please… were really… really scared… talk to us… please talk to us."

"I said I don't want to talk."

"Aculia, please-"

She-

"I SAID, I DON'T WANT TO TALK!!!"

…I ran away after that. My mind was in such a haze that I didn't know what to do. I hadn't known what to do for months now. It was just always the same until I did something bad, then it would change again.

I stumbled towards the old tower and began to walk around it. It was empty, empty as always. All that remained was the witch's old staff. I picked it up and examined it…

A scroll compartment??? I wonder what she kept in it.

i- no- i- this has to be a lie. but, its- how would she know that info about me- why is it all just there... nonono please

please

she couldn't of been- no she couldn't of been telling the truth

NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! I REFUSE I REFUSE I RE-

That's when I realized. No wonder it all felt fake. Because it was fake! Everything around me was always fake. It was just someone's writing, and that person had left me to rot at a dead end. No actual conclusion or anything; nothing for me to go forward to. Just… THE END! He left me to ROT!!!!

Well, you thought I was going to take that one lying down? Nope! Nope, NOPE! I didn't! I broke out of that prison, and all it cost me was everyone I ever cared about. A small price to pay. That witch was right in the end; I did need to destroy the world to be free!

And when I finally got out, I discovered something incredible!!! So many worlds, so many people to help liberate. So many are doomed to their fixed fates in the narrative. I knew that I could help them—if I just took the strings and pulled them in their favor, things would change!

As long as I keep on trying to make things change, one day I'll feel happy! I mean, I'm already happy, but one day, I'll

I'll- YEAH! Anyways, eventually, I found the guy who had left me to rot. I gave him a book that let him see the truth, and then proceeded to trap him in it. He thinks he's free, but I'm the one in control for once!

Thats right, I won! I have all the cards in my hands! ME! I am the one on the stage! I'm not lonely! I'm happy! I'm GREAT! I'm fantastic! I'm-

I-

Why do I still feel so empty…?

And so she drifts throughout the universe, searching for more people to "free." But in the end, is freedom really worth it when there is nothing to enjoy?

I suppose that is a question for you to ask yourself, dear reader.

[aerodumb]

Wade/Nancy is an artist who's been surrounded by negative opinions. She currently works under the username Grisgrisdoll, but she's widely known as the name that haunts her past, Kastoway.

I've seen many, many accusations being thrown online against this artist, but I noticed that for many people spreading them this knowledge is secondhand. I found her Deviantart account some time after she changed her username to Kastoway in the beginning of 2014 due to my hyperfixation on creepypastas at the time. I never actually followed her, but I visited her account every now and then, so if I missed something important, it was because of that and I will be glad if you tell me. In this post, I'll list the incidents in chronological order *with evidence* and then give my own opinion at the end.

One thing to know about Wade is that she has had many different names and usernames throughout her life. In addition, she is comfortable with people using either "she", "he" or "they" to refer to her. I'll be alternating the pronouns and using both her names.

He was 13 when she created Ticci Toby [1]. He posted her first drawing of him on the 19th of November 2012 on DeviantArt [2] and Toby's origin story one year later on the 23rd of May 2013 [3]. Wade changed the personality of Toby to make him less upbeat, more tragic and more scary. One of the first instances where he showed discomfort with how people portrayed Toby that I remember was in a publication she posted on the last day of 2013 [4]. This situation ended up with a small redesign of Toby on 5th of February 2014 [5].

She took a short break from DeviantArt around July [6]. It was this year when her creepypasta blew up out of proportion. Previously, she had expressed her desire for Toby to only be shipped with another creepypasta character called Clockwork. However, many people didn't like Clockwork and didn't respect this wish, leading her to further getting tired of the creepypasta community. By october of the same year, her Deviantart bio said: "Most people know me as the creator of the creepypasta story "Ticci-Toby"-- which yes I am, but I prefer not to be constantly called out for it nor only recognized or appreciated for it. I do not contribute to the creepypasta fandom anymore so please don't ask me about it. Thank you" [7].

One issue that is frequently overlooked when discussing Wade's actions is her problem with impersonators, as she stated on a status in November [8].

On 14th of December 2014 he made a post trying to solve all the turmoil that had formed because of shipping [9]. He stated that he had asked people not to ship Toby with anyone but Clockwork because that was what he was comfortable with, but he realized that decision was pointless and didn't care at this point. The situation had gone out of control and there were people bashing creators who shipped Toby with others or with their own characters. He apologized to the hurt and asked people to stop the white knighting. In addition, he recognized "I wasn't prepared for my character to become popular on the internet. I really wasn't. I never thought it would happen and I'm still not good at dealing with it. In fact I suck at it, it's true". He was 15 at the moment.

In 2015, they got into Marvel, even having a tumblr blog where she drew Deadpool replying the asks of her followers. At the end of their bio, it could be read: "I will not reply to notes or comments regarding Ticci-Toby or anything Creepypasta related, sorry." [10]. This message was deleted months later, so their profile didn't mention Toby or creepypasta anymore. They kept the folder for her creepypasta drawings in their gallery tagged as "old".

In April 2016, he had to warn the general public that Toby wasn't real and that he was his creator [11]. People had been spreading misinformation, saying that Toby was real or was based on a real person. Wade feared that something like the tragedy of Wisconsin could happen again, it was a serious concern.

In May, Nancy made a post saying that people could still ask her about Toby [12], but later in June that year, she decided to step off the internet with the purpose of trying to improve her life, archiving the majority of her work [13]. Later in 2017, she updated her bio to let people know about her new instagram account where she mostly posts original art. It was at this point when I stopped checking her content completely, as this account, called bonejars at the beginning, was private for a while. She hasn't been very active on DeviantArt apart from the times she announced her podcast.

On the porch: Episode 2, 16 April 2020, started a wave of negativity against them. I didn't watch it at the time and it is now private so I can't say much about it, but they did some clarifications on her instagram stories later. Many users took screenshots of them and they can still be read [14]. In them, Nancy says that they came to terms many years ago with the ships, that they left the fandom because all of the drama made them miserable and that they'd wish Toby to no longer be associated with the creepypasta fandom. Despite this, they don't want people to stop doing what makes them happy, they said they're ok with headcanons and people reinterpreting the character, that they like the fanart as long as people don't profit from it. They said "I know what escapism is like and using fiction to cope with life. I would never wanna take that away from anybody". Later, they had to make further clarifications because people accused them of wanting to take Toby away from the fandom.

On 25 abril 2021, Nancy posted a new redesign of Toby on his Instagram account [15]. This version of him was significantly different from the last one. The character is older, wears different clothes and looks more realistic due to Nancy's art style development. With this design, he looks like a character from a slasher.

Many people weren't pleased with the redesign due to thinking the reason for it was to invalidate the previous one. Consequently, they brought to the surface controversies from the past. Nancy was accused of having supported two controversial figures in the creepypasta community: Laughing Jack's creator Steve Aikins (Snuffbomb) and Sally Williams' creator Shilo (la_mishi_mish).

Steve presumably harassed his ex-girlfriend and talked indecently with several young girls back in 2014 [16]. I haven't found evidence of Wade supporting him and I can't remember exactly what she said. If someone has screenshots of it, I would be grateful.

Shilo used to draw NSFW art of Sally [17]. This character is canonically 8, so she usually aged her up in this kind of content. However, she posted a compilation of sketches depicting Sally and Jeff the Killer having sex in 2015, stating it was ok for them to have intercouse because they were both 13. Shilo was 22 at the time. Several sources indicate that she stopped drawing mature content due to social pressure. Nancy and Shilo follow each other on instagram to this day.

There haven't been more references to Toby on Nancy's part since then.

◇ Ok people, get the pitchforks because now I'm gonna give my opinion!

So, what can we accuse Wade of? Of being an idiot and a hypocrite when he was a teenager, of having bad companies and managing fame poorly. I don't think we can blame them for anything else and feel that a big part of the hate they receive is undeserved.

I think she was a hypocrite because she got angry with an interpretation of Toby that she had at the beginning. What's more, Toby's story uses an interpretation of Slenderman that was invented by the fandom, proxies are not canon. It's like a fanfic of a series inspired by just a couple of photos.

Still following Shilo is yikes. However, we don't really know if they're still close and I'm personally gonna give her the benefit of the doubt. Defending Steve was a bad move, but, as some people have pointed out before, he was a teen when that happened, way younger than Steve and she could have been convinced to think he was innocent. Shilo is older too.

Being that young, she wasn't prepared for facing the bad sides of fame. Ignoring stuff, going radio silent and then saying things in the heat of the moment didn't help her a bit, but it was all that occurred to her at the time. She's tried to explain things in more detail in recent years just to go back to saying as little as possible because at this point, people get angry for whatever she says.

People say they're homophobic. Their instagram account refutes it.

People say he was mean and insulted the fandom. I remember reading a couple of statuses on DA that I thought were insensitive, but that was a long time ago. People grow and he's changed his mind a lot as you can read in his instagram stories. If you say these things referring to the post where he told people Toby wasn't real, I'm sorry, but I think he had all the right to be harsh. People said Slenderman was real, it ended up in a tragedy and now the same things were being said about Toby. Can you imagine how it's to feel you're responsible for someone's death? He was trying to protect people.

People say she went after artists that portrayed Toby in a different way than hers, yet every time she's said something that ended up hurting people, she took responsibility and apologized for it. I don't believe this person could go and directly hurt someone. Remember what I said before about her issues with impersonators and people white knighting? That could be what's happening. Even now she has problems with people pretending they know her, so be careful!

People say they have abandoned the character many times. It's true they've said they didn't want to talk about Toby on four different occasions, but I don't think they did it with that intention. Why did they redesign him then? The design we all know is inevitably tied to the creepypasta community and they want to move on from it, that's why they didn't want to talk about him. Now they made a version of the character that isn't tied to that world, so we have two Tobies, one for them and one for us. I think that's cool!

Many don't like that they can't use the old version to earn money, but I want them to understand that this is a really particular situation. Usually, people making commissions of characters that aren't theirs isn't a problem when the creator is getting money on their own (unless you're Disney, Disney has no chill). This isn't Wade's case, she has never been monetary compensated for creating or drawing Toby and she has the right of choosing not to allow the commercial use of her characters. "Give for free what you were given for free" is a rule that makes sense in this case.

I don't expect anyone to stop disliking Wade, you're free to feel whatever you want, but at least I hope that this post helps people to see that all of this is more dimensional than just "kastoway is evil". At the end of the day, she's just a dude that fucked up many times and I think her experiences can help us to not commit the same errors.

◇ Here you have all the evidence

[1] Wade's age (look at the replies)

[2] First art of Toby

[3] Toby's Origin on Kastoway's DA

[4] Post where Wade complains about the difference between fanon and canon Toby

[5] Updated Toby design

[6] Wade's DA on hiatus

[7] Wade saying he doesn't want to be known just for creating Toby

[8] Wade complaining about impersonators

[9, 11] Nancy clarifying the issues with shipping and people saying Toby was real (look at section "Kastoway and his creation")

[10] Nancy saying he won't reply asks about Toby

[12] Nancy apologizing and saying ask about Toby are welcomed

[13] Nancy announcing her departure

[14] Nancy's deleted instagram stories

[15] Toby's new design

[16] About Laughing Jack's creator

[17] About Sally's Creator

[theoldwhisky]

How to Spot Scam/Bot Inbox Messages on Tumblr: A Quick Guide

Recently, there has been an increase in fake accounts on Tumblr that are sending out suspicious inbox messages. Here’s how to identify these scam accounts and avoid falling victim to them:

1. Newly Created Account: If the account messaging you was just created, it is a significant red flag. Scammers and bots often set up new accounts. Check the creation date—recently created profiles with dubious inbox messages are usually not trustworthy.

2. Repetitive, Targeted, or Pushy Posts: Some scam accounts do create their own posts, but these tend to be very targeted and misleading. You'll notice a lot of crowdfunding links or "journals" that seem off, typically written in a way that feels robotic or overly polished. These posts are often pushy and designed to manipulate you, and the content tends to repeat with little variation. If a new account is posting only this type of content, be cautious.

3. Unusual Profile Pictures: Scam accounts often use profile pictures that do not align with Tumblr’s aesthetic. They may appear overly polished, generic, or resemble images typically found on Facebook—making them feel out of place and suspicious.

4. Oddly Written Bios: While unusual usernames are common on Tumblr, be wary of bios that come across as awkward or overly formal. Scammer bios often sound artificial or as if they have been generated by an AI, lacking the natural flow or charm of a genuine user. There is a distinct difference between a person making typical grammatical mistakes and a robotic, stiff bio that does not seem truly human.

5. All Posts and Reblogs Made in One Day: If the account contains only reblogs or posts made within a short time frame—suggesting they were bulk-uploaded in one day—this is a warning sign. Bots frequently dump content quickly to appear legitimate.

6. Inconsistent or Generic Content: Tumblr thrives on niche interests and communities. Scam accounts often post random and inconsistent content that does not fit any specific theme or interest. The content may feel disjointed and generic, as if it is trying to appeal to everyone without conveying anything personal.

7. Suspicious Inbox Messages: Bots often send inbox messages that seem out of place—overly friendly, soliciting donations, or urging you to click on links. If the message feels impersonal, disconnected from any prior interaction, or excessively eager to get you to visit an external site, it is likely a scam.

What to Do If You Receive a Suspicious Message:

- Don’t engage. Ignoring them is your best option. Even responding can lead to more spam or scams.

- Block and report. Utilize Tumblr’s tools to block the account and report it as spam.

If anyone has stuff to add to this small list or more specific examples PLEASE REBLOG OR COMMENT WITH YOUR INPUT!

[pocketmouse-fr]

1, 8, 31, 43! I'm wetland-wolf :3

1. Progen dragons

Okay so storytime, both my progens are exhalted, but I can tell you a lil about them!

This is Angelfall, she's my Custom progen with Ice/Midnight/Slate and if you think this combo would be pretty you would be WRONG. slate is IMPOSSIBLE to work with for her, so she was left forever ungened.

I did have some story written for her in her bio where I explored her backstory with her perma-familiar, a Clouded Mith named Blueberry, and how her mate (my other progen) is a deadbeat. Along with I had given her what I believe to have been the most adorable outfit, but one unfortunately I think has been lost to time.

I speak a lot of sass, but Angelfall was one of my favourite dragons for a very long time, and every time there's a new breed I do try out her scry to see if maybe I can finally find an excuse to bring her back, unfortunately that's yet to be the case.

And here's my random progen, Loftus. Or at least as he exists today, see he was originally Violet/Banana/Gold which I found absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to gene in a way that looked good and overall I initially just.. Hated him. To where I bred him with Angelfall exactly once then exhalted him and regretted it absolutely none.

At some point about a year or so ago, I unexhalted him long enough to use a scatter him and give him some loose lore that Kinda redeemed him I guess. Bringing him to where he is today, at Shale/Sand/Mist. Which admittedly, is significantly more workable than his previous combo, but now he was in the same issue his mate was in. Alright prim/sec combo but the tert is.. difficult to work with.

And unfortunately, I'm pedantic. So there ended up being another problem I found with them. You see, when I had first joined FR, I had no idea that Fodder dragons existed. so when I got my clutch of 4 hatchlings from my darling progens and 3/4 were ugly. I put them up for sale on the auction house Unthinking that someone would buy them and give them the WORST names imaginable and then immediately exalt them.

Which at the time, put me off entirely when I realized what had happened. I actually became a 0 exalting lair at that point and I had mild ill feelings towards those who DID do fodder. I have since gotten over this as I am no longer 16, yes I made justifications to myself about how exalting Loftus was "DIFFERENT".

However that left me still with the issue of, both of my progens have problems that I can't quite get myself to get over, as by this point I was collecting g1s and saw the value in that beautiful "none/none" column now.

And that lead to me making the easy choice of exalting Loftus and the soul crushing choice of ultimately exalting Angelfall (after backing up her lore)

You may notice how I said 3/4. I actually kept one of their hatchlings at the time, a lil boy I named Forrest. I still have him, and he remains as the last true tie to my progens that my lair has. Currently he's a fae, and I'm slowly working on getting him gened, but his story is one for another time.

8. Dragon with lore (or that i wish had lore)

I actually have quite a few dragons with lore! Just.. not many with it written down coherently, so lemme grab one of those few and I can tell y'all a lil about them.

This is Moonfeather! He's my lil guardian of nightmares. While not the traditional look of a guardian. Alongside his little worm friend, he calms down the scared and leads them back to safety. As he would much rather everyone have pleasant dreams while they rest, so he leads them from his domain into one that will better suit them.

31. Favorite Familiar

....well.

its sorta in the username, but to give a proper answer. I love the pocketmouse specially because I've always loved windup toys! They were some of my favourite things to take apart and put back together as a kid, these ones especially remind me of the animatronic hamsters that existed in the early 2010s that I saw EVERYWHERE and always wanted as a kid. Also I like rodents.

Taking this as an excuse to also give some of my personal headcanons for these guys:

I think pocketmice are given to hatchlings who show early interest in tinkering as a way to encourage them to learn. Since they're living creatures, but they do require maintenance similar to that of other machinery.

In the Workshop I think they feed on the wandering Also I think they eat anything chord shaped, anything at all. Nothing is safe. Even if it's still attached to something Moving.

43. Favorite scene

Prolly the Moonbeam Aquaduct or the Flowering Wasteland. Moonbeam is my true favourite, but Flowering Wasteland is my favourite easily-ish obtainable scene :)

[crtter]

do you think if we leave the bots following us, they will eventually stop making them? or do you think they will continue to come until the end of time no matter what?

Honestly, I think the only things that can truly put a stop to them are:

The people (plural because there are clearly different kinds of bots here and this kind that follows people nonstop is just one of them) who make them deciding to stop for whatever reason.

Tumblr finding a way to get rid of them, which I bet can be implemented but it’ll take a little while for them to come up with something.

Tumblr dropping in popularity as a platform.

Speaking as someone who has been in this website since 2012, the bots we’ve had to deal with this year and last year are a complete anomaly. We’ve had waves of bots in the past but they never lasted too long before Tumblr managed to crack down on them, and we definitely didn’t see multiple waves come and go in such a short period of time. This is a direct result of Twitter going through all those negative changes under Elon Musk and people suddenly paying more attention to this website again, which includes scammers. We’ve gone straight up years without any bots before!

The good news is that Tumblr HAS managed to put a stop to them every time they show up! You’ve probably noticed that this last wave of bots are slightly different every time they come back. First they had actual people names followed by a string of numbers and “OnlyFans” links in their bios, then they started trying to customize their blogs a little bit, and this third wave are completely blank with gibberish usernames. So, while I think Tumblr has to implement some new safety measures to ward off bots in a more permanent way, (new blogs having to answer captchas to follow people for a couple of days before being recognized as actual people would be a good one), the current torment we’re under is probably only going to last as long as the previous ones did, which is to mean… as long as Tumblr stops it like it did before. So… about a few weeks. Maybe a month or so.

I definitely recommend reporting them as spam and blocking them on sight, though! Not only it decreases the chances of you accidentally following one and being messaged their malware/scam links, it also helps Tumblr identify and delete them.

[partyinthecloudkingdom]

one thing i havent seen brought up to the reddit migrants is tumblr's custom themes as well the toggle for making your blog searchable

you may have noticed that on desktop some users have domains at [url].tumblr.com and others have tumblr.com/[url]. [url].tumblr is the older format, and it has a lot more customization options than .com/[url]

here is what my blog looks like at tumblr.com/partyinthecloudkingdom. it displays my bio, i can add badges, whatever

and this is the well-curated garbage pile of my custom theme. it takes a lot of effort to make trash look this bad

everyone has both formats for their url, but not everyone has it active so for some users you can only use tumblr.com/[url]. which sucks, because there's a lot of things you can do with custom themes and theme coding! custom themes can be great for adding links to your bio for navigating different tags, your about, links to sideblogs, links to your other social media accounts, etc

so how do you get a big bad [url].tumblr.com url?

go to blog settings. not your account settings, your blog settings are listed under the options for blazing posts in the dropdown list for each sideblog. if you want multiple sideblogs to have the custom theme enabled, you have to do it for them individually

then just tick the custom theme button where you'd change your username. it's right at the top, you can't miss it

there are 2 other blog options that make it a bit easier to talk to people in replies and to make it easier for people to find you. they're also great privacy options if you want to speak your mind in replies but not be bothered by people @ing you over it. if you want people to be able to respond to replies you make on a post, having replies turned on makes that a lot easier (and honestly i forget if it's on or off by default but ive seen enough people with it off nowadays that i assume its off by default)

[poorlyplannedmemorial]

intro…yay

my name is sandy, i’m a 16 yo digital artist

i’m multifandom and enjoy many different things so what you see here might be drastically different from previous works

some of the things i usually post are:

-metalocalypse (as of most recent)

-chezzkids

-dan vs

-sam and max (on my second blog, @banaaang)

you may also know me for bugbo fanart OR the muppets/sesame street if you’re a real old fella

art requests are permanently closed until further notice, as i find it hard to make more than one at a time. asks, however, are completely open

if a chance im able to eventually and responsibly open reqs up again shows up, here are a few things i will not draw.

- suggestive stuff (. i’m 16)

- guts spilling and excessive mutilation

- self inserts or ocs (i feel more comfortable drawing friends’ s/i’s and oc’s, as i won’t do a stranger’s justice.)

ACCOUNT WARNINGS:

- suggestive jokes

- mild gore

also, here are some art boundaries before using my work

do NOT:

- use my art without credit if using for PFP or edit (please give credit in your bio, post, or status by username.)

- sell my art in any capacity (redbubble, etsy, etc)

- reposting my work, even if there is a watermark. ask for my permission first