#please don't address us with it tho

[spacephrasing]

hello sorry if this is really long and tmi but besties i need some advice

[reallychaoticwoo]

Can i get an ateez Reaction to you having period stain at send off?

⛓️This is gonna be fun lol! Please remember in this household we are most definitely delusional so these will absolutely not be the most realistic scenarios⛓️

✨️ Ateez reacting to y/n having a period stain at send-off✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez (individually) x reader

⚠️Warnings: cussing, fluff, some suggestiveness 🤍👀 Pretty tame, I think? Lmk if I missed anything, tho!

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤Hope you enjoy!🖤

Hongjoong:

Noticing it he'd be quick to have his manager pull you aside as discrete as possible. Having a staff member get you a jacket or hoodie to help you cover up the red stain. He'd offer to take you to his hotel room and give you a change of clothes and new sanitary items letting you stay with him until your original outfit could be cleaned.

Seonghwa:

His need to be a caregiver takes over instantly. He'd discreetly hand you a photocard or note telling you which staff member to go to. You'd be given new sanitary products and taken to a private room until send off was over. He'd take you back to his hotel room, get you a change of clothes, and offer pain meds, cuddles, food, or to help with cramps (iykyk) whatever you needed he would be more than willing to provide.

Yunho:

Yunho would somehow make a big deal about it without making a big deal about it. Taking off his jersey and signing it before handing it to you with a soft whisper in your ear telling you to use it to hide the stain and meet him after send-off. Naturally that would cause everyone to look at you but at least you had a shield now. After everyone left he'd take you to go buy some new pants and out to grab a bite since you two were friends now anyways.

Yeosang:

The chaotic sweetie he is, would probably notice it a little too hard making you question why he kept looking at you the way was. Feeling guilty for basically staring at your vag he'd nervously lean closer and inform you of your definitely noticeable stain. Your wide eyed reaction would have him offering to let you hide out in one of the back rooms for the time being until he could meet you to help you find a solution. The solution? We'll you were now in his bed napping naked while he had someone run and grab you new clothes. Don't worry you definitely ended up getting some pain relief when you woke up 😉

San:

It's almost instant that he's asking you if he can "help you out with that" a smug but sweet smile on his face as he glances down and back up. The panicked reaction to his not so subtle words causing him to chuckle before handing you his hotel room info. Once he arrived you'd be well taken care of, fed a nice warm meal, and be put in his clothing afterwards. If you didn't already know, he's adopted you now, somewhat like a stray kitten. So you're his 🤷🏻‍♀️

Mingi:

As much as I love this man, my first instinct is that he'd try to be discrete and end up letting the entire room know somehow. His voice being way to loud and him being way too hype after the concert. Feeling guilty for informing an entire room of people of your situation he'd then offer to take you out to buy some new clothes. Shopping with him somehow turned into an arcade date and then ice cream. He thinks you're dating now? You're 100% cool with that.

Wooyoung:

As soon as he spots it he's running to either San or Hwa to get you help in the hands of a more mature adult. Meeting up with you after send off to apologize for not getting to address you properly amidst his childish panic. Trying to make light of the situation he'd probably ask if you had a "blood kink or something" to which you'd definitely be hitting his arm huffing at, earning yourself one of his famous Cheshire grins. He's gonna go ask San if they can keep you now. San would then ask Seonghwa to ask Hongjoong. To which the captain would reluctantly agree due to the request of his favorite member.

Jongho:

For the first time in send off history this man stripped off a layer of his clothing. He'd seen the stain a few people down so when he made it to you his hoodie was already dropped over his arm and ready to be given to his manager who would pull you to the back of the room and hand it to you. Stopping you on your way out he'd hand you a pair of sweats from his bag he kept in the dressing room and ask if you'd like to change here and go grab a coffee.

[ursemma]

"I'll always love you" pt 3

Pt 1, pt 2, pt 4

Mattheo Riddle × F!reader

Theodore nott × F!reader (ex)

Warning: none

Summary: After going on few dates with Mattheo, you couldn't help but wonder what you two are since you haven't made things offical, what happens when one of your friend invites you to her wedding, and apparantly you've to face your ex with his wife, and you desperately need a date.

Mattheo and I have gone to few dates, fucked and behaved like a couple for few months, but things between us have never been official, and I don't want to ruin what's between us by asking 'what are we?'.

I was laying on my bed wondering what i felt for him, this was far way different than what I had with Theodore.

Theodore and I were..... Something I can't describe in words, not in a good way, we used to fight alot.

We used to fight and never solve things hoping it would go away and we'd be back to normal, it wasn't healthy at all.

We never used to communicate which would lead us to misunderstandings. Something which caused our break-up.

I had butterflies but in a bad way, in a way which would tell you something bad is about to happen.

But Mattheo, him and I are mythic.

We sure fight but they aren't the heated ones, the ones which makes your heartbeat fast and tears flow, the ones which you hate and want to runaway from. Our fights are more like "hey I wanted that icecream!" Or "huh you bet?". We fight like kids, over small things but in a teasing way.

And my inner child feels safe with him. It's like he's healing a part of me.

I was deep in my thoughts, and suddenly my phone rang. I looked over to see the name 'torie!' i smiled at myself before picking up the call, and I heard her voice.

Torie!:

"heyyy babyy"

Me:

Hey Astoria!!

Torie!:

Soo Draco and I, we're getting married!!!

Me:

Congratulations!!

Torie!:

Thankyouu love! I want you to attend the wedding, not only that I want you here for the preparations as well, I'll send you the address and you have to come I won't take no for answer okayyy byeee!!!!

Before I could protest she hung up and sent me the address. I sighed knowingly that Theodore and Daphne would be there, I wasn't affected by their presence at all, not after meeting Mattheo, but the fact that it would be very awkward if I went without a date was eating me up.

I looked at my screen and my finger hovered above the name 'matty~', I sighed and texted him,

Me: Hey Mattheo!

Matty~: Hey what's up??

Me: I need a favour

Matty~: go ahead, I'll be glad to help you out

Me: soo my friend is getting married and Theodore is going to be there so I need a boyfriend, to make sure it won't be awkward.

Matty~: soo...?

Me: would you be my boyfriend?? Like a fake one?? You know just for the preparations and wedding?? Like you're the only person I'm comfortable with soo?? Please please I'll do anything you want just say yes.

Matty~: okay fine. You owe me tho.

Me: yes yes thankyouu. We have to leave for the preparation day after tomorrow, at 5 pm, the wedding is in London, we've to catch a flight.

Matty~: I'll be there ;)

Me: thankyouu ily ;)

Matty~: anything for you, ily too ;)

I sighed while smiling like an idiots, I booked our flights and started to pack my bags and everything necessary.

Me and Mattheo arrived at Draco's Mansion where we all were staying in, only two days were left for the wedding, 1 and half to be exact.

"Y/n/n welcome!!!" Tori greeted me as she engulfed me into a hug.

She pulled away after 10 sec and looked over my shoulder "and whose he?" She asked me into confusion and before I could answer "I'm Mattheo Riddle, her boyfriend, nice to meet you Astoria" he said while sliding a hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him.

I looked at him with a smile on my face and Astoria smirked at me before saying "nice to meet you too Mattheo, your room is upstairs, please make yourself home" we thanked her before going in our room.

I freshened up and I was laying on my bed while Mattheo was taking a bath, so far we didn't saw Theodore at all for which I was thankful for.

A knock on the door disturbed me from reading my book. I went to check who it was and saw a familiar face, "Theodore?" "Y/n" before I could say anything Mattheo came out of bathroom, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and interrupted us "darling whose there?" Before standing beside me.

I know this is short and I'm leaving you hanging but I'll post next part before the week ends and trust me it'll be long!!!

The next part would be the last one and it'll be uploaded shortly.

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(if you wanna be tagged in next part make sure to comment!!)

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[she-sends-these-asks-to-anyone]

this is a blog for people who wonder why they got this ask and the answer is "don't worry she sends this to anyone, it's best to just ignore her"

there is one person who is angry that not everyone is into her ship and tries to force it on us all

I'm reblogging asks that were sent to people who have nothing to do with this part of fandom or already told her to stop sending these kinds of asks so we all know that this is just random spam, nothing to lose your energy over

there is no sense in arguing and please don't attack her, she craves bad attention, just ignore future asks, mark as spam, delete and block (tho she uses vpn)

if you want to know more go to @marinamd29-stopharassingpeople

or read @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats posts recounting a full year of trying to reason with marina aka the roche/ciri anon

yes, people were nice and polite to her and still got anon hate in their inbox

PS: Her Instagram account dedicated to the ship has over 800 followers and each post gets some comment and likes. I don't know why she's so desperately looking for more approval from random people on tumblr instead of interacting more with those who like her ship

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I didn't want to share her accounts before, because I worry that people will use it to do exactly what she accuses everyone of, but it's the best way to limit the anon asks. blocking an anon blocks the IP address, but since she uses VPN, she can still send anons from her usual blogs. if you block those blogs directly, she has to create new ones before being able to send you more asks. Just, please, only use this to block her, don't become the asshole sending around hate yourself

block those "marina's old blog" accounts too! that's just her playing dead!

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--> please block and report the following as spam, they are doxxing accounts full of impersonation and stolen fanwork!

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(past Blog names @lady-star-moon29, @butitwouldneverbelike)

these are just the ones I know of, could be that she has more (please write if you know another one), and as I said, please only use this info for blocking purposes, not to attack her

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[applesooyoung]

Love Bites — S.JY

Genre: Smut !! | Wc: 1,072k | GN!Reader

Contains: sub puppy vampire!Jake x dom human!Reader, Jake is a hybrid!, choking (not mentioned but Jake is wearing a collar), petnames, Jake calls reader master, biting, cum eating, anal

⚠︎ TW !! : Mentions of blood and injuries

A/N: I fucking love Jake and I am having a Jakey brainrot for the past few weeks so here ya go babes *shoots finger guns*

edit 1: the dick refers to a strap for the fem readers and the real shit for male readers! Sorry for putting it out late but it's literally common sense at this point but still have to address it tho so sorry 🙏

[Now playing: Bite Me – ENHYPEN]

⛓ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ . 🦇 ‿︵ . 𖦹 ‿୨ 🍒 + .⁰

"AHHH you're back, you're back, you're back!" the blonde boy ran to you enthusiastically, tail wagging, tongue hanging as he panted and his left vermillion left eye twinkled as soon as you stepped inside the house. "Heyya blood pup, you missed me so so much didn't you?" you cooed before he tackled you down and pestered your face with tons of kisses.

"You have no idea how much have I starved without my lovely master" He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. He loves your warm touch especially your neck where he feasts on your blood. He went to the sofa near you and took his favorite hefty adjustable collar as he kneels in front of you. He hands it to you with pleading eyes along with the tempo of his wagging tail fastens. You knew what he wants and he wants it now.

"Have you been good today?" You crossed your arms as his eyes turned into two precious moons, they twinkled at you. He blushed. "Yes! Yes, I have been good while you were away, master!" he smiled, his eyes looking directly at you. He was so pretty and submissive for you. "You never disappointed me, Jake darling. Always such a good boy for me~" you cooed while coaxing the top of his blonde tresses then kneeling down at his level as you clasped the leash and collar on his neck.

Perfect.

You stood behind the pretty boy as he stares at the mirror, he can't believe how adorable he actually looks since he lost his magical ring. The magical ring he wears protects him from things that restrict and possibly harm vampires like him. Once worn, he can enjoy things like going out on a sunny day, certain metals, or looking themselves in the mirror. The Nosferatu blood ring.

"I-I look p-pretty, master !" He points at his beautiful state in front of the mirror since he hasn't seen himself in the mirror for a while now. He stares at his pale-toned body, especially his flared nipples. His vampire skin was faintly iridescent, he was so beautiful. His vermillion-odd eyes stared at you with a flustered face, "Right, master?" You reassured him by humming, slowly kissing his soft and delicate cheeks.

"I could've hidden your ring and used the chain leash on you right now" You slowly laid him down on the bed as you whispered dirty babbling in his sensitive ears. He whimpered. "You just love the feeling of the silver chains slowly melting and burning onto your neck don't you, pup?" You giggled as his eyes starts to get glossy, pleading more for you to touch him.

"Not as much as you seem to say master but if it makes you happy then Jake's happy too" He smiled and that did it for you. You passionately kissed him while slowly unbuckling his pants. "Please b- ngh be gentle m-master. I-I'm quite sore" His words started to slur as the pleasure slowly gives tingles down his spine, the rush gives him goosebumps. "I guess I could give you that since you've been good to me all this time aren't you darling?" You purred in his ears as you slowly pumped his girthy cock.

He starts to squirm as you dabbled on his sensitive pooling tip. "Ah~ M-Master, a bit rough for a start, yeah?" He closes his eyes whimpering and moaning at every touch. You then went down on him and slurped all of his sweet and salty precum. He gasped and yelped your name. "M-Ma- AHH~ ster pl-please! I-I can't take it mmh please touch your needy puppy already!" Gosh, he was so sensitive that he cries before you could even start fucking him.

"Patience, dear" You kept stroking him as he keeps squirming so you took a nearby belt and tied his hands together tight. He whimpers, more tear marks on his cheeks while you pinned his tied hands up and the other stroking him. You couldn't wait anymore as well so you spat on his ass and started to fuck his puckered hole with your cock. The feeling of your cock on his hole was ambrosia to him as you pounded him while pulling his leash tighter and tighter.

"M-Master go f-faster, please! I- ah missed you so darn much!" His moans get progressively louder and louder while the skin slapping gets progressively louder as well. "Poor puppy~" You cooed before slapping his ass making him wince in pain

But he loved it.

"F-Fuhck master, it's b-been so long mmh I t-think my hole has g-gotten tighter since y-you didn't fucked m-me everyday wh-while Ahh~ you're gone" The pretty boy was right though, you missed fucking him while you were gone and it just drives you even more crazy, even so his tail still wags and his ears twitching from all this pleasure you're giving him.

"That's why I'm letting you bite me and drink my blood again" His eyes opened upon hearing your words. His hazy yet surprised eyes drilled at the back of your brain. "May I?" He asked for your consent before biting down on your neck. You stopped thrusting onto him to whisper "As much as you want, darling" After he got the go sign to take you in, he didn't waste a second and pulled you in and bit your neck.

You let out a moan, a soft, beautiful one. The feeling of your skin sinking into his arrow-sharp fangs was enlightenment and opulence for the young canine vampire. The sweet scent of your skin and how soft it is along with your slightly salty blood, everything was perfect for the starving vampire he is. Once your blood touched his tongue, he felt a jolt in his nerves, sending a shivering feeling all over his body. Then he realized.

He came.

"My, my puppy~" You giggled as he was dazed at the sight of his cum all over the both of you. He pulled away from your freshly bitten neck, your blood still dripping from his mouth to his chin. "No! I'm sorry m-master! I didn't mean to cum before you-" You cut his cute apology with a kiss on his lips, tasting some of your own blood. "Shh... It's alright, I understand pup~" He calmed down a bit as he nodded his head.

"Now be a good boy for me and lick all of this mess clean"

© applesooyoung

[mizuseyebrows]

a tamed blue-eyed onryō —mizu x reader

warnings: not proofread. fluff. she/her pronouns for mizu. petnames. so much fluff. tantrums.

includes: sweet and stubborn reader. sensitive and soft mizu. word count: 3.2k

summary: you little mf get horny when you see an angry mizu (I get you) and you were trying to make her mad, but she happens to love you too much.

a/n: even tho reader's gender is not addressed, I imagine this being sort of a second part of my love letter to mizu. but they're not actually related (?)

Your head bounced against the futon, two hands digging into your wrists—trapping you beneath her. A pair of blue eyes penetrated into your soul, while the eyelids remained still. She didn't even blink. The rest of her face had a grim expression, her breathing was heavy but calm. Her passive but threatening attitude reminded you of when a tiger had its sights set on a new prey. Maybe you shouldn't have gone too far with the teasing. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.

Although, this was what you were looking for, huh?

“Do you enjoy finding ways to piss me of?” Mizu huffed hoarsely, pinning you with her legs pressed against your thighs. Your faces were so close that you could feel every hot, deep breath coming from her nostrils.

You looked at her with a mocking—and pleased—smile. Gods, every time her eyebrows knitted together like that and she bellowed in anger, you felt your limbs setting on fire. "Piss you of? What did I say?" You also knew that feigning innocence would make her angrier.

Mizu's expression is one of annoyance as she shifts her weight around on your body— now her knee pressing right up against your waist. Her lips curl up into a wee smile as she leans her forehead against yours, her blue eyes darting over your face like a hawk. A small smirk sounds as her body heat radiates against your skin, your vision blurring due to the proximity between the both of you.

"Exactly that."

"Exactly what? I don't understand you, Mizu." You looked defiantly into her eyes, trying not to show your satisfaction with the situation; although you failed miserably.

A small laugh escapes from her lips, her breath tickling your cheeks. Her hand slides up against your neck, her fingernails almost digging into your skin as she keeps her forehead pressed against yours. She holds her grip tightly as she looks into your eyes, her voice becoming lower— her breath becoming hot.

"That smirk and mocking tone you use," She replied in an annoyed tone with an unamused look in her eyes, though you could almost see a little smile remaining on her lips. "It's infuriating."

"Is that so?" You closed your eyes at having her so close, sighing softly at the feeling of her nose touching yours. "How infuriating?"

"Very." Her voice was a low whisper as her body trembled with annoyance. "Insufferable. I should slap your smiling face." She let out a low chuckle at the thought, lowering herself slightly to where her lips were only a few inches away from yours. Your breath mingles with hers, her fingers tightening around your throat.

"Do it..." You breathed, feeling choked—you loved that feeling. Your entire body tensed and your free hand reached for something, which ended up being Mizu's navy blue haori. "Take away my insolence with a slap..."

Mizu's breathing hitches as she glances over at your lips. Her eyes grow wide with surprise as her breath becomes shallow. She doesn't move away as your lips brush against hers. Her eyes narrow as the corners of her mouth curl up into a small smirk. "I'd much rather kiss you..."

"No. You said slap." You protested with a childish pout, throwing a tantrum over something as worrying as wanting her to hit you. Mizu has never dared to put a hand on you like that, but from the way her fingers squeezed your neck so deliciously, you could imagine that her skin crashing rudely against yours must feel even better.

The swordswoman rolled her eyes as she chuckled with amusement and tightened her grip around your neck to bring you so close that her lips were just inches from yours again. One of her legs straddled over your thigh and she looked at you with a dark yet seductive gaze as the corners of her mouth curled up into a small smirk.

"No, you're going to shut up and kiss me."

"Mizu!" You complained and looked into her eyes, with your breath hardly entering your throat.

Mizu's expression softened. She leaned above you, closing the distance between the both of you. Her tongue darted out and poked your lips gently like she was licking, searching for permission to enter you. She moved her lips against yours so slowly and seductively, her lips feeling like a million tiny kisses being rubbed all over you. Her hand gripped the back of your neck as her other slid down your back.

You sighed and opened your mouth to allow her tongue to caress yours, tilting your head to the side so she could do whatever she wanted with your mouth. What else could you do when that dominant side of her made all your fingers want to curl up?

Mizu hummed as she took advantage of your submission, her tongue slowly and seductively pushing deep into your mouth. Her lips were soft and hot, her body was taller than yours, her strength was strong as the tips of her fingers slid into the hair in the back of your head. She bit your lip softly as she slowly pulled away, her breath becoming hot against your skin. Her blue eyes dart as she looks back up at you with a lustful gaze.

She stayed like that for a beat longer before her mouth formed into a soft smirk. "Your mouth is very pretty, darling." Mizu stated lowly.

"Oh really? How pretty is it?" You giggled, still lost in the mental haze that her kiss had caused. You could still feel your lips tickling and the sensation of her tongue against yours. A single kiss from Mizu made your world spin.

Mizu tilted her head to the side as she stroked your lips. She thought for a moment before speaking again. "On a scale from one to ten, I would say it's a ten. Maybe even higher." Her tone was soft and low as she spoke, her blue eyes still glued to your features— almost as if she could see right through you. She had such an intensity to her stare.

You smiled sweetly at her, still a little lost in your thoughts. But suddenly you remembered what you had been looking for by bothering and you frowned. "No! Why can't you be mad at me? I want to make you mad!" You snorted dramatically.

That made her smirk widen into a full-blown grin, seeming amused by your antics. She shook her head, her finger tapping on the middle of your forehead. "You can try." She spoke in a low, deep, sultry voice as she leaned her face a bit closer to yours.

"I tried! I thought you pinning me here was because I made you get angry but you're already letting out your pretty smiles." You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Let me see you pout, darling," Mizu giggled quietly, her breath caressing your skin. "Let me see you pout, darling. I think it fits you very well." Her tone was teasing and playful as she spoke.

"Mizu!" You complained again, making a sad expression. "I miss you being mad at me."

Mizu rolled her eyes and huffed at you, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "You are so spoiled. You always want what you can't have, don't you?" She replied with a mockery as her tone was amused at the way you acted like a child.

You whined slightly kicking your feet, continuing with your tantrum. "You're very sexy when you get angry. Get upset!"

Mizu laughed loudly at that comment, throwing her body aside. She couldn’t believe you were serious about any of this. "So, what you're telling me is... I should get more angry just for you?"

"The same way you were annoyed with me when we first met. Remember, when everything about me made you snort in annoyance?" You brought your hands up to caress her neck and pressed your hips against hers.

Mizu's face instantly turned into a bright red as she felt your hands caressing and your body pressing against hers. "Yes, I do..." She breathed out softly, her voice becoming quiet with her throat slightly closing up. She blinked slowly, taking deep breaths and staring down at you innocently.

"Tell me what can I do to make you upset? Stop loving me for a few minutes and get angry, come on~" You kept whining to convince her, as if you were a little girl.

Mizu blinked at you, seemingly trying to hold back her smile. She frowned and leaned her head away from you to stared down at you, seemingly giving you the response you wanted to hear. "I am going to strangle you if you don't shut up," She gritted her teeth as she spoke in a low tone, clenching her fists and frowning at you.

Your eyes shone upon hearing her threat and you couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, feeling excited. "Really?! Then I won't shut up!"

Mizu couldn't hold back her smile anymore, her lips curling as she watched you grin like a child who had a plan and found it hilarious. She laughed and shook her head, looking down at you. "You are such a brat." With that, she leaned her face closer to you, her lips hover next to your ear when she whispered one last thing. "Shut up."

You gasped heavily and closed your eyes, bending your face to the side. "I give up... I softened your heart too much; you can't be bothered with me anymore... It's all my fault." You continued your tantrum, being a little dramatic.

Mizu chuckled softly as she kissed your ear, her face slowly moved closer to yours again. "Are you telling me that you want me to be angry with you? Is that your way of getting me more riled up? That has to be the most childish thing I've ever heard from you."

"I already told you, my love... You're sexy when you get upset." You looked her in the eyes, with a pout. "You're hot at all times but when you get upset you have something that... I don't know how to describe it." I groaned, squirming under her.

Her face reddened even more as your voice turned into a growl, something that made her heart race even more. You had really put those words to good use, making her blush brighter than before. She cleared her throat and stared at you with a soft smile. "I see... so you're basically saying that when I'm upset, I'm even hotter.”

"Oh yeah. You become more dangerous and threatening, it's like dealing with a time bomb. It's hot as hell." You nodded several times, being very serious.

She tilted her head at you with a playful smile and whispered softly again. "So... Is that all I would have to do to drive you crazy and make you go insane? Just get really angry with you all the time?" Mizu said in a low, sultry tone.

"Not all the time, honey. Just... Sometimes." You caressed her cheeks, admiring her ethereal face. She looked like a woman painted by the kami themselves.

She looked at you with a gaze that could easily melt a man's heart as she brought her lips closer to yours. Her fingers hovered against your cheek just an inch away. "Is that so? Should I get angry at you more?" she whispered softly as she gave you a slow peck. She let out a small, quiet hum of pleasure as she gave you several little kiss.

You sighed feeling her small, soft kisses on your lips. You just loved when you gave each other those types of kisses that always had a snap sound. "Do you like to spoil me?" You reached up your hands to release her bun and began to comb her hair with your fingers.

That made her let out a soft sound of contentment. She breathed out deeply as you loosened her bun, her shoulders relaxing as she let out a small sigh. "I enjoy spoiling, my sweetheart. Would you like to be spoiled more?" She whispered softly, letting out a slow, quiet hum of pleasure as you continued to caress her hair.

"Mhmm... Please me by bothering you more..." You nodded, still speaking in a soft, intimate tone. "Just like you get upset with Taigen. God, when you get upset with Taigen it's so amazing."

"Taigen has a way of pissing me off that not even you can match. He's so stubborn and infuriating that it's impossible for him not to get on my nerves at one point or another." Mizu breathed out deeply as she leaned her head against your chest, your hand in her hair making her feel relaxed. She closed her eyes momentarily and let out a soft sigh.

"Why do you love me so much?" You held her tightly to your chest, making sounds to represent the force you were exerting.

"Because you’re my weakness, you make me happy, darling. You have proven time and time again that you care about me, that you're there for me and that you love me." Mizu said softly, her breathing slowing down as she grew more and more eased in your arms. She smiled and wrapped her arms around you, her fingers curling around your torso.

"Gods, what a nightmare to have softened the onryō!" You sighed dramatically, teasing her. You made her bury her head in the crook of your neck and started kissing her forehead and hair profusely.

Mizu couldn't help but laugh a bit as you teased her about "softening her" and kissing her all over, she began to feel more relaxed with those gentle and sweet kisses you showered on her, her heart fluttering away with each peck. "Is this a nightmare for you too?" She teased back in a playful way as she closed her eyes.

"You have no idea how horrible it is to have tamed the blue-eyed demon." You continued mocking her, feeling an enormous wave of love for her at this moment.

She couldn't help but laugh a bit at your teasing, her breath catching in her throat as she was overwhelmed with the sudden rush of affection. She squeezed you as her body began to melt into the softness of your embrace. She had grown to love your little kiss-attacks to the point where she found them endearing and calming. It was so nice to have her darling spoil her like this.

You cupped her cheek to lift her face a little so she could look at you. Then lowered your face a little and kissed her softly on the lips, just wanting to convey the love you feel for her. "Everything I said about you being an onryō is a lie, okay? You know I don't think you're a demon, right?" You whispered against her mouth, wanting to assure you were only joking.

Mizu's eyes met yours with a genuine and soft expression as you held her face in your hands. "I know that, darling. You have proven me that you don’t think of me as a demon." She whispered affectionally back, leaning her head against your shoulder again.

You continued kissing her lovingly and caressing her hair. You pressed her closer to your body, wanting to merge with her. "Also, if you don't want to get upset with me, that's fine. Don't take anything I said seriously, I don't want you to feel bad because I 'softened' you or something."

"I know, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about that." She whispered quietly, her hands slowly wrapping around your back.

"Do you promise me that you won't punish yourself because I soften you? Do you promise me that this won't make you feel bad about yourself?" You looked into her beautiful, icy blue eyes.

"I promise you," Mizu breathed out as she looked at you, her heart fluttering again in her chest. "Do you promise to always love me? Even when I feel weak, when I break or when I get upset?" She asked in a slightly higher voice.

"Of course, darling. I will love you always always always." You shook your head to emphasize your words.

That was all that she really wanted. Mizu couldn't help but giggle as she grasped herself closer to your body even more. She closed her eyes tightly, allowing her body to relax against you and letting out a quiet humming sound of content. She was almost falling asleep in your arms. She could have stayed like that forever— safe in your arms. She was only a little bit worried that you'd let go of her.

"I love you so much, Mizu..." You whispered, looking at her sleepy countenance and lovingly stroked her long, silky hair. Having her like this just for you made you feel warm and complete. "Thank you for always trusting me and allowing me to give you everything you deserve."

She nodded slightly. She didn't feel the need to say anything back because you already knew how she felt. She just let her body melt into yours, her arms hugging around yours.

"You should let yourself get some sleep, I'll protect you, my baby."

Mizu let out a small sound of protest at that pet name. Her breath growing deeper and slower— slowly falling asleep in your arms. She couldn't help but think that this was the most peaceful she'd felt in a long time, feeling completely protected by you.

"Although, before you go to sleep, I want you to dream about what I'm going to tell you." You tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned in to whisper to her. "You're heavier than me and as soon as you fall asleep, you'll crush me. You'll crush your girlfriend." You laughed sugarily, cracking the last joke of the night.

She let out another soft sound of protest at your tease, frowning a little bit. She was feeling more and more tired now. She didn't respond to the joke at first, too exhausted to even laugh about it. Although she finally mumbled. "I'm not... that heavy"

"Oh yes, you are, baby." You nodded and laughed, holding her closer to you. "But I like you heavy and all."

"You like me being heavy?" Mizu mumbled; her voice full of sleepiness. She sighed softly, shifting her body to be more comfortable against you. Her breathing slowed down once again as she was becoming overwhelmed with how sleep-inducing your embrace felt.

"It's like being squished by a warm, fuzzy bear, I like it." You gave her a tender kiss on the forehead.

She didn't respond to that, she just let her breath slow down even more. It seemed like nothing could bother her at this moment— not the soft sound of your giggling, not even the fact that you called her a big bear. She was just happily sleeping against you, her chest rising up and down with her deep-ish breaths.

"Rest, honey." You whispered as soon as you saw her asleep.

Mizu’s body became limp. She seemed so small and delicate as she slept peacefully against your chest. She didn't stir at all, her breath slow yet steady. In her sleep, she had a gentle expression— as though she was having a peaceful sleep. She truly felt safe and protected.

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Smn requested a pt2 of the U-20 team meeting crossdresser!Yn. So here it is!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"Hmmm?" Sendou squinted his eyes as he observed the Blue Lock team.... well, the starters more than anybody else. They were all somewhat interesting, but also boring to some regards, yet he couldn't stop looking at them. Or, better yet, a certain person in the team. The (h/c) haired striker of the team certainly stood out, as he looked way more... softer(?) than the rest of his team. Even his movements weren't like those from the other guys.

"Hey, Sendou. Stop staring into space and listen to what Aiku is saying." Hayate said lazily as Teru and Teppei nodded their heads.

"Yeah, we need to win this game."

"Sae is already being annoying with how 'lukewarm' we are." Cho rolled his eyes as Niou sent the older Itoshi and Shidou death glares.

"Sorry... it's just... that Blue Lock striker over there is very odd." Sendou said as he discreetly pointed at (Y/n), who was busy talking with Hiori and Kurona about something.

"Odd? He is just standing." Niou pointed out.

"Also, you being distracted resulted in him scoring the 2nd goal." Itsuki added in.

Sendou blushed in embarrassment and glared at his teammates.

"Shut it! And he is odd. Even the way he is standing is odd. It's as if I am seeing one of those idol girls."

"You have completely lost it." Teppei said calmly.

"Maybe we should limit your TV and internet access." Teru suggested.

"What are you all talking about now?" Oliver raised an eyebrow as he and Miroku approached them.

"Sendou think that (L/n) guy is a girl." Hayate simply stated.

"I never said he was a girl! I just said he reminds me of those idol girls!" The boy flushed a bright red.

"Oookkay..." Oliver said as he looked over at the said player.

"Regardless, let's just play now. Sae is already being an ass to me."

"Deserved." Miroku and Niou added in.

"Hey!"

As the 3 bickered, Sendou turned to look at the striker again. Sadly, this time, he wasn't as secretive, and Hiori noticed his staring, drawing (Y/n)'s attention to it. The two made brief eye contact, and Sendou swore he could feel his heart doing a flip or two as he stared into the player's eyes.

'Just what is it about you?'

Sendou thought that his encounter with the striker would end when the match ended, but no! They actually met up again at that karaoke bar, and again, Sendou had this weird feeling about the striker.

'He is just too perfect with girls... as if he knows first hand what they want to hear.' Sendou thought as he watched the boy's interaction with the two older girls. Meanwhile, Hayate, Teru, and Miroku were making fun of a pouting Oliver. Sendou watched as the striker's friends pulled him away from the girls.

"Stop being weird, Sendou." Cho warned the redhead.

"What?"

"You are staring at the dude like he killed someone." Teppei noted.

"Please, whatever sort of weird feelings you have for him, sort it out. It's getting stressful to watch." Niou added in as Sendou flushed a deep red as he tried to deny that statement. Itsuki snickered a little.

"You do have a weird fixation." Miroku said, walking over to the group.

"Bachira, please don't make a scene!" (Y/n) yelled as he pulled him away from an argument with Oliver.

"He does remind me of a idol tho... I have to give it to Sendou for noticing it first." Hayate added in.

"Please don't tell me you have been staring too." Niou groaned.

"In my defense, he is cute." Sendou grumbled at the statement Hayate made, and got even more agitated as Miroku and Teru agreed.

"So, a bowling match it is!" Oliver exclaimed, getting the attention of the rest of the team.

"What?" Niou wondered.

"We agreed to a bowling match with you guys." (Y/n) spoke up as she tried to get Bachira off of her arm.

"Losers buy the winners food." The (h/c) haired striker finished.

"Well, in our case Reo is buying the food." Chigiri and Isagi snickered.

"Aiyah... I guess. Bachira, can you let go of my arm now?"

"No." The bicolored boy said, which caused Chigiri and Isagi to grab onto Bachira to pull him off of (Y/n).

"There goes my hoodie." She sighed as the U-20 team watched in amusement... well, except for Oliver.

"And you! Blue Lock's number 12!"

"Ha?" The four looked at him in confusion, as the U-20 team sighed in defeat.

"Here we go." Cho and Teru said quietly.

"When the bowling game ends... how about you be a good brother to me and tell me your tricks on how you swooned those two girls soe easily." Oliver grinned, putting a  arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"What?" The girl asked, dumbfounded by the statement.

"Why is he touching (Y/n)?"

"I don't know... doesn't he have a disease or something?"

"His breath probably smells, too." Isagi, Chigiri, and Bachira commented among themselves, trying to hold themselves back from ripping Oliver away from their striker.

"Eh... I don't know." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow as Oliver pulled her out of the room.

"Hey!" The three Blue Lock players protested.

"Hold it right there! Where are you going with (Y/n)?!" Otoya's voice was heard from down the hallway.

"That's not how you hold a bowling ball, Hayate-san." (Y/n) noted as she watched the white-haired boy struggle holding the ball.

"What?" The taller raised an eyebrow.

"You need to grab tightly onto it with all 3 fingers... that's way too loose." (Y/n) showed the shaky hand that was holding the ball. Although she didn't play or like this sport much, she knew some rules.

"You might injure your hand like that." She said simply finished as Hayate observed her hand for a moment and then repeated the same hold.

"Thanks."

"Welcome, let's have a fair game then." (Y/n) said as Hayate was about to say something, but the girl got pulled away by Nagi. The U-20 player watched with some new found interest the striker.

'Odd... but Sendou was right... there is something about the number 12 that isn't like the rest...' The white haired boy thought.

"You think that something is weird about him too, don't you?" Sendou suddenly spoke up from behind Hayate, who slowly nodded his head.

"There really is."

"Hey, you two! Focus! I need those tips from (Y/n)." Oliver warned the duo, who looked at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I made (Y/n) promise to give me tips about girls, if we win." Oliver simply stated.

"You... are getting dating tips from your junior?" Cho asked in disbelief.

"This is gold. I wish I had my camera with me." Miroku chuckled as Niou held in a laughter. Teppei tried to calm everyone down, but he did find this whole ordeal funny.

"Shut it!" Oliver yelled with an embarrassed blush as Teru and Itsuki patted their captain's back, silently laughing as well.

[an-gothamite-aka-zannalial]

Duke Canonically ( I think ) kick green lentern ass when he enter the bat cave, cause Batman say that no one allowed to enter it when he gone. So to Duke it mean kick anyone ass who enter it ( he not wrong tho )

In my opinion, this shows that he is a person who obeys the rules, no matter what other people's reasons are for breaking them, he will still do what he is told to do.

So I thought it would be funny if Duke would kick the ass of anyone who came to Gotham during the day without permission, anyone who was a meta, hero, anti-hero, vigilante, villain, who wasn't a bat or have permision would be kicked by him.

You know typical ' no meta in gotham rule '

Superman: *just come to ask Batman for help during another end of the world weekly

Signal: *Appears out of nowhere carrying a kryptonite sword and Flashlight

Superman: oh hey can you put that down

Signal: only if you leave, Batman is busy now so you better leave Gotham or I'll make you

Superman: I think you misunderstand My arrival here

Signal: Nuh uh I don't care just leave

Signal: *kick his the shit out of Superman and throw him to Zeta tub

After that Superman Make sure he asked Batman's permission before coming

Green Arrow: this gonna be fine I'm not meta I'm not meta *Convincing himself it would be okay

Signal: no the rule is outdated to much at this point

Green Arrow: I- I just here to

Signal: leave before become like your friend

Green Arrow: okay okay okay

In the end he still get kicked cause not leave under 5 minute

Flash (barry): this just short trip I swear,I'll leave after some extra minute please *just want to search Wally who Disappear

Signal: leave now before I leak your email address, group chat, Home address, photos from your emo phase, photos of you drunk, and videos of you failing your driver's license test to every Hero in the world

Flash: you can't-

Signal: I can and I will

He finally leave cause scared, and Duke actually blackmail cause he not sure he can take down a speedster. Wally really hang out with dick lmao

Martian manHunter: I'll leave just give me-

Signal: no *Holding a lighter and gasoline to scare him

Martian manHunter: uhhmm

Signal: leave

He ultimately left because he had to, even though his initial intention was only to give Batman an invitation to the league party

Aquaman: I'm promise I just here for

Signal: *already hold everything that can us as blackmail

He get kicked in the end lmao, And also humiliated at the next league meeting

Bonus:

JL: bats your kids is

Batman: yeah he doing good job I proud of him, this is the first time one of my child really obey the rule and not break

JL:

Batman: *proud dad noise

[aquareegia]

The Love Vessel Needs Book Project Update

Hello everyone,

me and Lia (@vesselsscarlet) are still a bit overwhelmed by your positive feedback. Thank you to everyone who shared our posts and said they would like to join. This project is only possible with your help, so thank you so much!

We wanted to specify once more that this book is majorly a project for Vessel, you can still submit messages for the whole band too tho. Those will be included at the end of the book.

We are planning to make some sort of chapters, for example reasons we love Vessel, what his music means to us, etc. You can use these as pointers when you write but you don't have to necessarily. The most important thing is that it's your own genuine words and what YOU want him to know.

If you choose to submit a handwritten letter or traditional art, it would be greatly appreciated if you could scan it for a better quality print. And if you decide to type a letter it would be appreciated, if you submit it as a pdf file. That way it's already formatted how you want it to look like.

We will be accepting your submissions starting now. You can send them to either me (@murderofcrow ) or Lia (@vesselsscarlet ) here on tumblr. You can send it to Lia on discord (vesselsscarlet) or you can send it to this e-mail address, we specifically made for this project:

tlvnbooklc@gmail.com

Since we don't know their touring schedule for next year, we don't have a set deadline to where it should be done yet, so you have plenty of time. We will update you when we know more.

For more questions, please check out our FAQ and don't hesitate to ask us, should you have further questions.

We are looking forward to your submissions and seeing this little project come to life.

Thank you so much for your support thus far, we hope a lot of you will join and show Vessel how loved he is by all of us.

Love, Lia & Crow.

Original post about the project

[evilkitten3]

when you think about it. madara is just. so. niasndladnsndlnls

as soon as he shows up he starts his "can't rely on any of these losers smh" crap and he keeps doing it. he constantly has to do things himself bc his minions are all fuck-ups or have entirely separate agendas or are fuck-ups with entirely separate agendas. and yet

again and again and again and AGAIN he trusts people. not even for good reasons sometimes. he genuinely seems to believe he can't rely on anyone other than himself and yet he repeatedly puts faith in people. some of them are complete strangers

"oh yeah this kid i trapped in my divorce dungeon after replacing half his body with my ex's dna? i'm going to psychologically traumatize him, sell him my identity, and hope he takes care of things while i'm busy being dead for the next couple decades. even tho he has no reason to bring me back, hates my guts, and as far as either of us is aware could probably pull off our masterplan without any more help from me. i am also going to assume that the version of him in his 30s is the same as the teenager version of him i knew even tho not only have i myself been through puberty but also i have firsthand experience of how people can change from when they were teenagers bc my ex broke up with me via literally stabbing me in the back and killing me when i realized our dream wasn't going where we wanted. he knew to go for my back bc i told him it was my weakness as a child. also i don't wear armor there bc i don't usually need it. i'm sure this kid would never do that to oh hey he's stabbing me"

"hey this weird plant zombie thing showed up and said he's an extension of my will or something. i have absolutely no way of verifying this but i am cool as hell so i'm just going to assume it's telling the truth and not using me as a pawn in some greater plan as it is encouraging me to do to others. it would never do that to ah hell in the back again"

"my brother is dead but my only friend who is now my enemy and who is also the older brother of my brother's killer wants to make an alliance even tho our families hate each other and my family also hates me and i also hate me and would rather he just kill me already which is also what everyone else wants. except for him bc we're ninja romeo and juliet but with fascism and if romeo had been able to put aside tybalt killing mercutio and if juliet had instead of drinking poison stabbed romeo to death with a sword. and then tybalt took over the city after she died and made decisions which eventually led to all the montagues except one getting massacred by his shitidiot older brother on a propaganda high. but hashirama would not ever do that to me and if i pushed him to a place where he needed me dead he would surely do it honorably and not in the back and that's a wood clone isn't it"

"hello small uzumaki child that i have not ever spoken to and do not intend to interact with directly i am going to break into your home and steal your eyeballs and replace them with my own significantly cooler eyeballs (they used to be my little brother's so please be careful with them) and you can play around with them while you do my minion/replacement's bidding until you use them to bring me back to life even though this will kill you and you don't even know me and will in fact think that someone else is me anyway and why is this edo tensei wtf do you mean nagato's dead. who the fuck is naruto"

it's like if the "rip to ur grandma but i'm different" meme was a person. and that person was simultaneously the speaker, the person being addressed, and the grandma.

[revive-the-fandom]

Please tell us more about the dragon hunters idea as I have had several of my own thoughts about how to attempt to make them make sense and would love to hear someone else's :)

done! full thing here

after thinking about it they make a little more sense than i thought but Johann's twist still puts a spanner in the works sometimes. Edge of Disaster doesn't make sense if he only joined up between s4 and s5. but Dire Straits and Last Auction Heroes don't make sense if he joins up before that.

theres a couple of things that people have pointed out i didnt address, like there being no women. but i honestly think that's a sexism thing from the creators - they couldnt be bothered to go back and make new female models, then later realised that theyd made wayyy too many male ones so panicked and made the wingmaidens.

it's a problem thats existed since rob aired bc neither the Berserkers or the Outcasts have women among their ranks. (we see some women on Berserker Island in Somethings rotten on berserker island, but theyre not a part of the army).

berserkers, outcasts and hunters being all male ↑

this even extends into httyd 2 as there's no women in erets crew or drago's army

there are basically only npc women on Berk, the Defenders of the Wing (and thats only because they recycled the "hiccup and heather in disguise" models) and Wingmaiden Island lmao.

like i dont even count the warlord lady because wow we got 1 woman. like i dont even see other women in their armies

which is a weird fucking decision since there were warrior women on berk this whole time

like theres less than id like but they are there, its a trend not an exception.

but for the in canon explanation tho, i think that maybe Dagur attempted to take the Berserkers backwards a bit, and maybe put all their women on defense instead of aggressive positions. he undid 50 years worth of peace with Berk because he felt that the berserkers had lost their edge, so he probably reversed some of the laws his dad made too.

I guess since the Outcasts are all criminals or descendants of criminals they might have some kind of civil war between the genders? or civil agreement to not live together. because i imagine theres quite a few assholes living there and generally historically women have been the target of said assholes??

as for like eret and drago and the warlords i guess the Archipelago is more isolated and has more progressive rules about women than the rest of the world.

the Hunters might have a more traditional view on women. i think that they have various settlements (ports, farming villages, etc) and thats where their women are. one of the biggest jobs for viking women irl was making the sails of the ships, so i think that probably took up most of the Hunter women's time.

Heather joining them might have been forced by Dagur, who at least recognises that Berk has produced a lot of formidable women warriors and possibly had to reassess some views after getting his ass handed to him by Heather and Astrid.

but again, the more likely reason is that the creators are just sexist.

i hope that was interesting at least lol

[genevawrenn]

I am just going to put this at the top : this post is going to be a long vent about missing Technoblade, please scroll on if you do not wish to read.

We are coming up on two years without him.

We are also coming up on three years since I discovered his content.

I thought I was at the point I could watch one of his videos tonight, as I used to often do when I am doing tasks or writing he was always the background noise I used. I remember calling into work when he streamed for the sheer sake of enjoying them while they happened the few times I caught them before...well. I think you know. He was the reason my passion for writing came back to life and I believed I could actually follow my lifelong dream of eventually publishing a story.

But I suppose the part I always forget about grief is the absence of the unique spirit that person brought to your life. I found his content and engaged with it instantly, developing one of the longest running fixations I have had in a good while. The sheer excitement I'd have getting the notification he went live for one of his rare streams.

I don't think it truly sunk in when he announced his diagnosis. I remember discussing it with the irl friend who got me into watching him and both of us laughed, saying he's strong enough to fight off anything.

A few months pass with his rare posts and there was always this tiny little bit of intuition I had where he never told us what severity of cancer it was. Like he was a very private guy, yes, but this seemed extra...odd.

Then I remember the way my heart sunk when 'so long nerds' popped into my notification bar. The dashing of my heart against the floor texting people as I tearfully listened to Technodad tell us the words his son Alex wished for us to hear.

Its been a long two years. Its been great ones, tbh. I found a new passion with QSMP and Hermitcraft after the finishing of DSMP [tho c!Techno will forever remain close to my heart]. I kept writing, with over half a million words in published fics on ao3 and several WIP including 3 original novels.

But the only one I ever wanted to thank for helping me find my creativity again I can't, and I never will be able to.

I miss Technoblade.

I will never stop missing him.

I wish he could have laughed with his friends for many years yet, being silently proud of their accomplishments while he messed with people on the QSMP. I wish he could have had another MCC with friends.

I wish his unique soul wasn't taken from us so soon, as we weren't done following our hero yet.

But the only thing I can do now is continue to speak his tales. The first book I properly publish, the gratitude page is going to be addressed to him. I will continue to tell others about his accomplishments and tell them to go watch his content on his Youtube channel [get him to 17 million!]! Buy some of his merch [when it comes back in stock]! Support his family & friends!

Though he would call us nerds for crying, I think its beautiful how many lives he touched and how many thousands mourned his passing. He was a light all corners of the MCYT sphere and beyond saw and respected, and not too many creators can claim such an honour.

I'll always be a Voice at my core. Even if I spend my time these days as a crow, a huevito, a ferret, a tubling, a doozer and many more, my heart will forever belong to Technoblade.

Please keep creating art and writing in his name. I love scrolling the fanart tags and adore every piece I come across with my favourite piglin in them. Please, please, please keep saying his name. Sing his legends. Make references, continue the jokes, hang out in one of his friends chats and support the people he loved.

Support those who are still here, even if your heart hurts.

It's only painful because we all loved him so much, which is a beautiful type of sorrow.

[weaselbeaselpants]

Lindsay Ellis plagiarized a ndn author

This post isn't a callout and it's only my own post because the OP source I just learned it from, @neechees, doesn't allow rbgs at a certain point on that post.

After Hmbomberguy's expose on Illuminaughtii and James Somerton some people are giving a well deserved eye back to the leftube sphere that was kind of schism-d and held under scrutiny in what I feel was, a lot of the time, misinformed hate campaigns in response to genuine criticism; especially towards Lindsay Ellis who up left after she was canceled and hasn't returned to continuous video making publicly even after people have mostly agreed the hatedom directed for her Raya and the Last Dragon takes was stupid and was erasing actual SEA people's discussions of the culture. To hear and see a decent breakdown of that film's representation problems BEYOND the Ellis-parts because it's worth your wild regardless of if you've seen the movie, please watch the three part video series hosted by Xiran Jay Zhao.

To tl;dr the 2021 drama: people have held an ire towards Ellis for a long time feeling like her and her white-woman base talk over, steal, or just straight up don't apologize for their own racism towards women and ppl of color, and after Lindsay did a problematic by pointing out that Raya and the Last Dragon was like ATLA, people jumped on her.

Being both a longtime fan of Ellis and white as fucc, I personally feel like Lindsay kind of forgave herself and threw out the actual criticisms held against her every bit as much as people just kind of treated her like a punching bag. Or, to paraphrase @padawan-historian's old takes from then, they treated Lindsay like she was trying to be the ENTIRE conversation, not the start of one, and like every possible outcome that could happen over her videos was her fault personally. Some of Lindsay's loudest and nastiest 'critics' were, in fact, other white people or just people who have no good faith in addressing her fuck ups, like Lily Orchard, fe.

One 'Lindsay did a racism'point tho that I felt wasn't truly addressed in full though were claims by indigenous people that she was anti-native, especially in her videos about Twilight and Pocahontas, which yeah at the time I was very passive of you can 100% find post abt that. But then Neechees linked me to an article I, and I think a lot of other video essay-fans had never seen before. This article accused Lindsay of stealing half of her talking points on Disney's Pocahontas from theirs.

When people on the breadtube spectrum talk of Lindsay, even people who criticized her at the time. all kind of agree that the intensity of the backlash was uncalled for and, while not everyone agrees if her public silence is a 'canceling' or not, agree with her need to just take care of herself these days. For those curious, this is the article making this claim:

I am not saying you need to all unfollow and hate everything Lindsay ever touched, mkay? But I also genuinely hope that Lindsay addresses this+comes clean because holy fuck. Unlike Somerton, all I can tell you is I don't just 'believe Windsey wouldn't hurt nobody uwu~'. I am pretty certain that Lindsay care about the topics she covers, for whatever that's worth to say as another whiteperson. It's just that, like Contrapoints, I ALSO think she has a tendency to deflect criticism within that sphere and lump all her negative bagage together. This really sucks cuz not all of us are Lily Orchards or Vaush clones.

Most of us are/were casual watchers of Lindsay like we are Hbomber, Contra, Lady Emily, Folding Ideas, and ToddintheShadows (does he count as leftube idk?) and we really, genuinely don't want to believe that Lindsay stole from + refuses to listen to women of color when they call her out.

Where I like almost everyone in the leftoob analyst sphere that's ever growing and hopefully now weeding out Illumanaughtii-s and Sommerton-s of the world, there ARE controversies within the space that I don't agree with creators on. Some are dumb things like the exact takes Lindsay has about movies n shows that I just up and disagree with her on, Princess Weekes' proshipping apologia that I have LOTS of thoughts on. However, some matters are clearly personal and about maters that just don't involve me. Earlier this year, Folding Ideas and Lady Emily ctrl+alt+deleted some replies they made to Quinton Reviews, making clear that they very much still dislike him based on something that happened between Quinton, Lindsay and I think SarahZ. And by "dislike", I mean also still believeing his former editor over him on who was boundary pushing about who in their relationship. On the offchance any of those creators or their stans somehow see this, know that I'm not going to tell any of you guys how to feel about whatever Quinton did in private I'm not aware of; it's just that I also happen to believe Quinton on this issue and I don't like the guiltybyassociation mantra.

>>>>side note: I hate that every time someone says "I believe so and so after hearing their side now" ppl jump on the "you were just a stan from the beginning and never actually able to listen"-bs. Yeah, being more familiar with one creator over the other means there's bias, sure, but I kinda hate that that once held bias means you can't be held as any kind of source or form your own opinions. <<<

Big introvert vibes ahead: the thing about any big social circle of better-spoken people than you is they ALL seem like a scary meangirl's table from outside looking in. The kind that'll send goons after you with passive-aggressive "this is slander against me and I have the right to be upset abt it sorry if the stans eat you alive". They can also be made out by their fans to be harmless internet nobody's who YOU are at fault for getting mad and staying mad at cuz it's not like it matters on the internet and are clearly just out for drama and 'twofaced' yourself. I think the reality is the same thing that drives every community forward as well as drives them apart: these people are legitimate friends. They stick up for each other the same way we stick up for our personal internet friends whenever there's shit coming their way. The breadtube circle, whoever that is at this point, clearly know some shit we don't about themselves as much as they don't know shit about us and our true intentions. One of them has a platform and responsibility, where the other has power in masses and following them or not. We gotta all make the choices best for us.

Anyway. I guess, if any of the stuff about Lindsay ripping off that writer IS true, I really hope that she admits and apologizes for it. That's not cool to do to her indigenous audience, or even me, one of her white fans who expects actually allyship.

[marauderssecretsanta]

Hello and welcome all the MSSF fans!!

We are more than happy to present to you all the basic info about the fest!

RULES

1. The fest is 15+

2. You have to be able to join Discord server

3. You have to be able to post into AO3 collection

4. Multi-chapter fics & comic-like drawings are allowed, but they need to be posted in their entirety

5. Collaborations between authors are allowed, tho you need to point it out when signing up

6. There is a minimum of 1000 words per fic, tho there's no maximum

7. Betas are not necessary, but you can use an outside beta or find a beta on the server

8. The fest allows NSFW content, but only for 18+ participants and it needs to be tagged appropriately

9. Homophobia, transphobia, racism & every kind of discrimination isn't allowed

10. The art & fics don't have to be Christmas-related, unless the giftee pointed it out in the form while signing up

11. Please refrain from telling others for who you create, to prevent this person from getting the information (and not having a surprise)

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS

Who can sign up for Marauders Secret Santa?

- Marauders Secret Santa is open to content creators 15+

How do I join the Marauders Secret Santa Discord server?

- After completing the sign up form, a link to the Marauders Secret Santa Discord server will be emailed to you at the email address provided during sign up

How are Secret Santa assignments decided?

- Secret Santa assignments will be decided based on the ships indicated by both the giftee and gifter during the sign up process, as well as whether they are comfortable creating/receiving NSFW content

- Where possible, minors will be assigned as Secret Santas with fellow minors

How will I receive my Secret Santa assignment?

- Secret Santa assignments will be emailed to you at the email address provided during sign up

- All assignments will be emailed out by September 30 2024, if not earlier

Can I change my Secret Santa assignment?

- Unless there are extenuating circumstances, all Secret Santa assignments are final

- By asking what you are comfortable creating during the sign up process, there should hopefully be no issues with your assignments, but if there are, please touch base with one of the mods

[shopwitchvamp]

May Preorder Update:

I can give everyone a real update today because tracking FINALLY has a delivery date for the bulk of the May Preorder order:

And so with that, here's the preorder tracker update in the shop:

We've already shipped out orders that only contained petticoat preorders, and we'll be shipping another set of about 25 preorders on Friday for items that arrived a little earlier than the big main set that's on the way. All remaining preorders will ship once we get the big batch processed! We've gotten pretty effecient about the whole process so we should be able to get through it fairly quickly, but at the same time there's been SO MUCH going on behind the scenes & in our not-work life lately that I don't want to make a promise of being able to get everything out by the end of the month as originally estimated/planned. There is a good chance that fulfillment will need to extend into the first week of August. What I can promise tho, is that we will get all May Preorders shipped out before our break ends and we reopen the shop (on 8/8). Thanks so much for your patience and understanding!! And as always, if you need an address update please email us ASAP at support@witchvamp.com with your order number and the updated shipping address!

[hanlimz]

[hanlimz's 200 event!: sunghoon + 3 (hugs) and 14 (kisses)]

synopsis: forbidden relationship, dangerous consequences, and tender love. / for my love @nyxvrse <3 mwah love u sm ! hope u enjoy~ pairing: knight!y/n x prince!sunghoon genre/warnings: fluff, angst if you squint / some mention of death (no one dies tho), poor historically accurate dialogue ㅠㅠ, maybe ooc sunghoon (?), idk a descriptive kiss? wc: ~1.7k (OOPS LOL) a/n: why is it always Not my biases that i write the longest fic for ? like? my hee fic is staring at me with over 6k words rn n my need to write for sunjaywon is off the CHARTS but my brain won't let me LMAO ㅠㅠ / anyways, this is a part of my 200 followers event! feel free to request!

sunghoon is urging you forward with a solid hand encircling your wrist. his touch tethers you to reality, and the clarity you experience in his presence is addicting; colors are more vibrant, every new rush of adrenaline echoes throughout your entire body, and the crisp, morning air burns as it finds its way down to your lungs. sunghoon's fingers press into your flesh in the same way he has been etched into your heart. as you run, dewdrops bead on the worn leather of your work boots—the remnants of the night's storm having not yet been victim to the summer sun. the loose fitting linen of sunghoon's casual attire ripples in the breeze, and you find yourself mesmerized by it. mesmerized by him.

under the canopy of a large willow tree, sunghoon stops. his breathing is heavy and labored, and he has to lean against the damp bark of the tree to chase after it. still entranced by his natural beauty and hidden away from the rest of the world by the billowing branches, you take a hesitant step closer to sunghoon; he glances up at you and allows a hint of mischief to swim in his gaze. even through his fatigue, his lips manage to quirk up at the corners, and his grin sends a wave of heat flowing over your body. however, his playfulness and your susceptibility are both dangerous. there are rules to follow, and there are consequences for breaking them. fraternizing outside of kingdom-sanctioned duties is strictly forbidden, and a mistake could cost you your life.

a knight is never meant to fall in love with royalty, and you are no exception.

as sunghoon skirts his hand to rest at the taper of your waist, he bunches the fabric of your training blouse betwixt his slender fingers and tugs you into his lean frame. the tip of his nose brushes against the side of yours, and his mouth ghosts over your cupid's bow. prince sunghoon is poised, graceful, and positively hypnotizing. like the pied piper, his song has enchanted your very being; he's taken your heart in his hands and flipped your world of order and rigidity on its head. however, a phantom of doubt haunts your thoughts, forcing you to pull away and leave him wanting.

"your majesty—"

"please, [y/n] ... i've told you how i want you to address me—how much i loathe that ridiculous title escaping your lips," he cuts you off, reaching up to cup your cheek. the warmth of his hand blossoms against your face, and you like to think that the lines of his palms foretell stories of a shared future, a joint destiny. "call me by my name."

"sunghoon ..." you protest in spite of his seemingly magnetic pull, "you know the punishment for this is severe. if we're found out here, together ... it would spell danger for the both of us."

he simpers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "well, it's good that i have you to protect me, then. don't you agree?"

"you know that's not what i meant."

"i know," he replies, attempting to hold you infinitely closer. the tantalizing scent of jasmine and citrus mixes with the mint leaf he had been chewing on earlier, and you have to stop yourself from falling even deeper under his allure. "but, tell me then what i should do? what should i do when i'm in love with someone who i'm unable to love freely? tell me, [y/n]—what danger is greater than the threat of a life where i am left without you?"

sunghoon is greeted with an obtrusive silence. in the quiet, you can feel his beautifully deep eyes searching your face for any semblance of fear or reluctance. his calm seas of umber seep through the cracks in your stony facade like the natural stream that had made its way past the castle walls. when you glance up at him, the familiar hint of mischief in his gaze is replaced by two pools of sincerity and assurance. sunghoon's certainty frightens you; his willingness to pour out his heart and allow it to lay bare is enough to leave you dazed.

"you are who i want, [y/n]. you are who i need," he declares, pressing his forehead against yours. "in every life after this one—i know i will love you all the same."

his words are reminiscent of ice water cascading down the plains and valleys of your body. his love is a foreign concept to you, and the raw emotion in his voice is almost too much for you to handle. sunghoon's passion glows through his royal attire; it warms the tips of your fingers that had gone numb with nerves. hot tears welling up behind your eyes appear pearlescent as they catch the emerging sunlight. sunghoon has let you into his soul, and—by doing so—has taught your caged heart the intricacies of pure adoration.

desperate to feel him against you once more, you let your wet eyelashes ghost over the apples of his cheeks. "i'm taken by you, prince sunghoon," you whisper, "you're like nothing i've ever had the pleasure of indulging in before ... soft skin, kind heart, gentle hands. every part of me is rough—jagged and sharp." as you inhale, sunghoon records the bridge of your nose under the pad of his thumb. a fond smile graces his delicately charming features, and you find yourself compelled to tell him the truth.

"i don't want to hurt you, sunghoon," you confess, attempting to ignore the urge to succumb to the methodical swipe of his fingers against your cheekbone. "i want to be able to be tender with you—to cook dinner with you, to hang your laundry next to mine on the line, to call for you when the sun sets so we could watch it side by side. i want to hold you in my arms and keep you in my heart, but i'm afraid of what my love might look like—what it might do to you."

sunghoon is still smiling after you finish; his hands are still mapping the way your body feels beneath them, and the unadulterated devotion in his eyes has yet to waver. "you won't hurt me, [y/n]," he says, a fiery gleam of determination blazing in his gaze. "you could never hurt me."

"how can you be so sure, sunghoon?"

"because, i know you," he says, simply.

"you know me?" you reply, unconvinced.

"i know the way you love, [y/n]," sunghoon urges. "i saw you scrub floorboards and mop the marble when my sister's lady in waiting had fallen ill. i watch when you go into town to play quoits with the children. i know you sneak some of your leftover dinner for mister kwon when he works late nights in the marker. and, i've woken up to see your head resting on your folded arms at the foot of my bed more times than i'm able to count." he chuckles and glances at the grass, "you're already tender and soft and sweet, and i find it absurd that you don't believe so yourself."

blood boils under your cheeks, "well, those were—"

"let me show you," sunghoon proposes, and you're thrown off by the severity of his tone. leaning in, he brings his mouth to brush over yours, "will you let me show you how tender you are?"

air is punched from your lungs with the weight of his question. you know exactly what his words imply, you are all too familiar with the peril that lurks deep beneath them. darkness looms over you; it overtakes your vision for a moment as you consider the conflicting emotions warring within, but sunghoon is patient. each of his movements reflects the slow ascent of the sun in the late morning sky; he coaxes you from your cocoon to bask in his light, bathed in all of the warmth he knows you deserve. it feels good. it feels like silken bedclothes and summer fruit and muffled laughter. it feels right.

"show me," you murmur.

and within seconds, sunghoon is kissing you.

it begins like two feathers tickling your lips; in this manner, his mellow nature is not lost on you. his hands are star-crossed spirits dancing up and down the length of your torso. sunghoon lingers everywhere he can reach, committing the way your body thrums in his palms to memory. though, like a series of symphonic movements, a newfound vigor awakens in him; greed and hunger flow together with all the love he has for you, and sunghoon charges forward. he hums into your mouth as his fingers curl into the stifling cotton of your day clothes. you push back, splaying a fervent hand across the expanse of his neck and pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. stumbling in a wonderfully disordered waltz and swaying like the branches above your heads, the two of you kiss until you run out of breath to share.

when you pull away, sunghoon starts to laugh. the sound is rich and full, a resurgent melody before the conclusion of a piece. inhaling proves to be difficult as the both of you recover from going without oxygen for so long, but you deem it trivial. your heaving chest, your pounding heart, your trembling legs—they make you feel like more than just a cog in the kingdom's machine. they make you feel human. they make you feel alive.

pressing your forehead to sunghoon's, your labored breaths mingle once more. "i'm taken by you, prince sunghoon," you say again.

his amusement turns boyish, and sunghoon cannot contain the bout of giggles that escape from past his lips. in a flash, his grip tightens at your waist; slender fingers dig into your flesh, and you almost yelp until the surprise melts away. in sunghoon's arms, you experience flight for the first time in your life. he turns with you in his hold, various hues and shapes bleed together as the world is likened to a watercolor painting, and you swear a pair of wings sprouts from between your shoulder blades. they seem remain even as your feet touch the ground, manifesting in the form of your heart fluttering with untamed freedom and fierce love.

"and i, you, [y/n]." sunghoon replies, "my knight in cotton armor."

you chuckle at his silly response, and in this moment, the world seems incredibly small. enamored with one another, two dewdrops meet at the conclave of their respective blades of grass. joining together, indulging in the quiet, becoming one beneath the decades old willow tree—they have not yet fallen victim to the summer sun, and it feels good. it feels right.