#please. everyone uses that excuse

[gatoburr0]

I wanted to join idk

sharing is caring ffs Riley 😒😒 (read tags psst)

[lollyposp]

okay so agatha all along episode 5 spoilers and all that but are we ignoring the fact that evanora set up that entire scenario to FORCE someone into attacking Agatha to "prove" that she was evil?????? and also the like. severely heavily implied abusive relationship between agatha and her mother??? because im not

[vaya-writes]

Infernal Assistance (Option Four) - 3

You’ve been struggling to survive in a zombie apocalypse. Things are looking really bad before a demon swoops in to help. But that demon is an incubus. And he’s in need of help too.

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Reader (GNC pronouns, AFAB, asexual spectrum) x incubus (cis male). Situationship. Allies to lovers. Zombie apocalypse AU. Banner by saradika-graphics. Wordcount: 2000.

Content Warnings: apocalypse setting, oral sex, reader has chronic pain, discussion of chronic pain affecting sex. Please let me know if you'd like anything else added.

If you noticed the continuity break, no you didn't <3

Masterlist - A03 - Previous

You’re startled awake by the knock at your door. Sleep has been fitful ever since the world ended. Every sound startles you awake; ready to face a horde breaking down your door. 

But this knock is polite, and it’s enough to remind you of the events of yesterday.  

“Just a second-” you call, sitting up and giving yourself time to breathe. To settle your heart.  

You stand with a groan. It seems one night of bedrest isn’t enough to erase the pain of three nights sleeping on cold concrete. But it’s a start.  

You cross the room on shaky legs and unlatch the door. Squint up at Veron, eyes still adjusting to the morning light. 

He smiles down at you. “Good morning. I thought you might want to rise early today. Take advantage of the light.” 

He’s chipper. You’d assumed he’d play a more passive role in clearing the building. Waiting for you to take the lead and make the plans.  

Still. His initiative doesn’t bother you. You just wish he’d waited until you’d recovered from the ordeal on the roof.  

You wipe the sleep from your eyes. “Sure. I’ll get dressed.” 

His hand catches on the door. “Before you do...” He tilts his head, polite smile turning strained. “... might I...?” 

Yesterday had been such a blur. You know what you agreed to, but you haven’t had time to properly process it. To think about the salacious details, or to let your anxiety grow. 

“Have breakfast?” You supply, voice a little faint. 

His smile relaxes. “Yeah. That.” 

“How do you want to-” 

He nods towards your bed. “You could lay down and I could go down on you again. Make it nice and relaxing for you?” 

You let out a long breath and nod. You’re glad he’s content to take things slow. You hadn’t let yourself consider the details yesterday, but sexually gratifying a stranger is intimidating. Especially when you have little choice in the matter. 

You shuck your pants off and climb back onto your bed. Take comfort in the texture of your blankets. The curve of your pillow.  

Veron kneels at the foot of your bed, and you close your eyes to block out his imposing figure.  

You expect weight. Too large hands wrangling your legs into position. Attention to your slit nearly immediately.  

Instead he huffs. His voice is gentle when he speaks; “Let’s clean you up first, yeah?” 

You hear the click of his fingers and feel a tingle against your skin. It only lasts a moment, but afterwards everything feels... lighter? Clearer? It’s hard to describe. 

You open your eyes and look down at yourself. It’s almost indistinguishable but... you’re clean. 

You sit up and stare. 

Veron chuckles. “First prestidigitation?” 

Arms out, you touch your skin. “Yeah.” 

“It won’t fix any itching or reactions you’ve had to being dirty. Nothing like a wash to do that. But it will remove surface dirt and sweat.” 

He nudges your shoulder. Claws circle your ankle. “Now lay down. Make yourself comfortable.” 

You do as he says and close your eyes again. It’s noticeably easier to relax. Even your sheets feel cleaner. You press your cheek against your pillow and exhale. Perhaps he’d cleaned your bed too. 

He doesn’t release your ankle, instead working his digits into the meat of your calf. Probing your muscles and rubbing soothingly over your sore spots. You realise he’s settling in to give you a massage, and can’t help but relax further. You definitely could do with one.  

He takes his time, turning your legs into jelly without even making it sexual, kneading your flesh and banishing the worst of the pain in your lower half. You're so relaxed by the time he makes it to your hips that you don’t even tense as he removes your underwear. Instead your legs loll open when he starts massaging your groin, firm touches lightening as he strokes your labia and your mons.  

He ignores your clit, taking a more sensual approach, thumbing your folds and encouraging blood-flow.  

Your arousal sneaks up on you, leaving you in ignorance until your clit begins to swell, and you become slick.  

“There you go,” Veron murmurs, almost coos at your pussy, before spreading it open.  

You flinch, only just noticing how badly you need to be touched. To feel some kind of pressure, some friction between your legs. 

Veron shushes you before leaning in to kiss your clit. A chaste string of pecks that quickly devolve into messy, sloppy kisses. He punctuates them with little sucks and brushes of his tongue.  

You can’t help but tremble and pant. It’s about all you can do in your relaxed state.  

He’s in no rush to get you off. If there’s any desperate hunger, it’s impeccably disguised. Everything about his touch is worshipful; reverent. If yesterday’s oral was entirely for him, then in comparison, today’s is entirely for you. 

You lose track of time, entirely focused on the heat between your thighs and way it makes your thoughts fuzzy. Until your orgasm, like your arousal, sneaks up on you, and you’re suddenly cresting a wave of pleasure you hadn’t noticed looming.  

Your knees clamp shut around Veron’s head and your hands fist in the sheets. You come louder than you think you’ve come in years.  

He doesn’t seem to mind, gripping you by the hips and repeating that little motion with his tongue – the one that has you arching off the bed – prolonging your orgasm for all it’s worth.  

Until finally you fall silent, body turning limp. 

Like yesterday, Veron doesn’t pull away immediately. He takes his time releasing you, going back to rubbing your legs, working his way down to your feet until you’re luxuriating in the high of endorphins.  

When he thinks you’ve basked enough, he drops your feet to the bed and gives your leg a pat. “How was that?” 

It’s a struggle to even speak. The best you can do is give him a weak thumbs up.  

He huffs a laugh and makes himself comfortable at the foot of your bed. You might be bothered by his insertion into your room and private space if it weren’t for how good he just made you feel.  

Minutes trickle by and you suspect Veron is waiting for something. Regardless, you take your time, grounding yourself again and waiting for the rush to dissipate. Until finally you speak into the silence. 

“I don’t remember the last time it felt that good.” 

His brow furrows, but he still pauses to consider his words. “It was a... nice size. A good long orgasm. Not what I’d consider spectacular.” 

You close your eyes. Yeah. You don’t want to look at him if you’re going to have this conversation.  

“It didn’t hurt. And you were... patient.” 

The silence is heavy.  

His words are careful when he breaks it. “Does it usually hurt? When you come?” 

You give a noncommittal shrug. “I just mean. It’s nice not to have a crick in my neck from staring at my phone, or a sore hand and wrist from taking too long. Coming is nice, but not usually worth the pain I experience trying to do so.” 

His hand rests on your ankle again. Soothing motions made with his thumb against your skin. His attempt at comfort.  

It’s... nice. 

“I’m sorry you deal with that. I’ll do what I can to make sure all your orgasms feel worth it.” 

You don’t know if it’s the sentiment or the seriousness of his tone, but suddenly there are tears trying to squeeze out from your eyelids. The world has ended, and somebody still has it in them to be mindful of your chronic pain.  

You smile up at the ceiling. “Thanks.” 

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It’s terrifying, leaving the safety of your room. 

Veron goes ahead of you, searching two of your neighbouring apartments. He’s thorough. You’d specifically instructed him to check under beds and tables, inside cupboards and wardrobes; basically anywhere a person could fathomably fit and hide (and turn into a zombie and climb out to surprise you). 

Once the apartments are deemed clear you follow behind, bringing boxes and bags. You do a brief survey of the spaces, jotting down on paper what kind of supplies are present. Your sense of relief grows with each opened door and cupboard. 

The kitchens are your first port of call. And though neither are abundantly stocked, both have clearly been untouched in the weeks since society collapsed.  

Vernon tactfully ignores the way your eyes begin to water as you work. He keeps out of the way, searching other rooms, mostly snooping. You appreciate his discretion. 

Most of the refrigerated foods are spoiled. There are a few sealed drinks that are salvageable, but it turns your stomach just opening the door long enough to fish them out. 

You raid the linen cupboard. You haven’t been able to change your sheets in so long, and the prospect on sleeping on clean (if a little dusty) sheets has you giddy. Sure, Veron might be able to magic them clean, but his energy is another resource that should be carefully rationed. Especially when he needs to feed on you to keep powered. 

But the true bounty of today is in the bathroom. You nearly start weeping again when you enter the room and spot multiple rolls of toilet paper. 

Veron interrupts this time. “You good?” 

You force your expression into something resembling neutrality (or just normal levels of relief and happiness instead of the teary-eyed mess you’re quickly becoming) before nodding at him. “Yeah.” 

“Good. I’m going to take some of this furniture to the hall. We should have enough to build a partial barricade.” 

You nod your agreement. “Can you check in later to escort me back? I don’t want to make trip alone. At least not while my hands are full.” 

His eyes flick to your already growing pile of supplies. “Sure.” 

It doesn’t take you long to assemble what you what to take back home. Food, water, toiletries, sheets. A book, some sturdy looking bags, some medications. Stationary, a screwdriver, some duct tape... Until there’s a pile by the door and you’re categorising everything else in the apartment. Thoughts ablur about your future plans. Because suddenly you have a future. 

And yeah, there are a bunch of survival things to think about. Habits you need to stop and adjust, to be sustainable long term. Waste management, long term food solutions, building on your water catchment system... But they’re good problems to have. Significantly better than starving in your house and dying in your bed.  

Left with nothing to do with your hands, you sit on the couch and wait for Veron to return. You’re just thinking of fetching more paper and starting a to do list when you hit a wall and your legs turn leaden. Standing to fetch a pen suddenly seems like a monumental effort. 

You’ve never been a font of endless energy, and you’ve been so hyper-fixated on the task at hand that you’ve forgotten to pace yourself, to stop and take your usual breaks. Besides, you’ve been cooped up for so long and you’re malnourished. You’re bound to have less stamina than you had before. 

It’s okay though. You’re just tired. A few minutes of sitting will fix you right up. You can get up and write that to do list later. There’s no point burning through all your energy before lunch. 

You loll your head back and let out a long breath. Yeah. You can afford a break.  

Pep talk successful, you sink further into the couch, content to rest a moment. You turn your thoughts towards that to do list, barely noticing when your sluggish processes turn light and cloudy, slipping out of grasp. 

Despite the unfamiliar setting, despite being slumped over a stranger’s couch- 

You drift off. 

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[gece-misin-nesin]

Just saw a take saying that jason should have more parallels and similarities with joker and no. Just no. Don't give them ideas...

[local-falsettos-obsession]

Everyone in McKinney is dead.

[fennthetalkingdog]

I'm just figuring out how important music is in my life! This is coming from a long while trying to cut down on my music use, mostly because I was listening to it so much that it felt more like I couldn't do anything without popping in some earbuds, and partially because of other personal reasons. Some of my routines changed, forcing me to not listen to music while doing certain things, and it ended up becoming that besides working on homework or drawing, I didn't listen to music at all. But I've given myself a break today since I have nothing to do and since, for reasons, I'm feeling just a lil crappy today—and boy, I'm starting to realize again just why I love music!!

I love the diverse music taste I've developed over the years! My family is not only big about music but big about listening to it loud, so the majority of my music taste for most of my life has just been Christian hiphop (Lecrae, KB, Andy Mineo, Trip Lee, and ironically Tonex, whose album where he was struggling hard with his gayness has been my favorite concert movie since I was 5) and gospel music (Kirk Franklin, Tye Tribbett, etc.). And music was one of the few connections between me and my race (I grew up feeling pretty estranged from my blackness as a kid, but the popular songs they played at the YMCA in the 2010s were some of the few things I could use to feel more connected) and between me and my classmates/friends at the Y (I still have fond memories of playing FNAF songs in mat forts and reciting lyrics at pool parties). But I got tired of knowing I could never bond with anyone besides family friends music taste-wise when I was in high school, and so I started listening to secular music on my own time. And that's how I first found Ghost and Pals, a vocaloid artist and one of the first secular music folks I listened to as a kid (can you smell the religious trauma yet? Lol), and that's how I bonded with one of my best friends in early college (ironically, also my first time being publically queer). Now I listen to Kpop, anime songs, songs from warriors MAPs, songs from musicals (Hamilton and In the Heights <3), latin songs, metal songs, and even some secular songs young me would've been too scared to listen to.

And music has always been one of my biggest sources of stimming! I can't dance to save my life, but music will sure get me to flick my fingers and hit my fist against my shoulder furiously. Music was one of the first clues that I like stimming with vibration too (since I love laying against the car door and turning up the music loud enough to feel the world shake around me). And music was one of the first things that made me look into ADHD or autism (specifically, listening to Ghost and Pals songs for a month straight and getting my friend at early college [who also has ADHD] to start looking at me funny when I was discovered doing chores and listening to one of three songs for the fifth time). Music is so cool it'll get me to wax poetically. It was one of the things that kept me together during my roughest times and soothed me during my best. I listen to it while I write, while I cry, while I hang out with my friends and family and while I chill by myself. It's how I relax after a long day, and it's how I feel safe. I feel kinda emotional finally having music hit that spot in me without feeling like I need it to do stuff.

[parkakeet]

people support autistic people until we have blunt mean autism instead of quiet awkward autism

[bestboygav]

Starter/Inbox Call! Like this (and comment) if: You want to start plotting (I’ll scout out your dms)! You’d like a random starter! Or You’re okay with me sending asks your way! (or if you'd like for me to randomly send them!)

If multimuse, please specify who! (or put 'your choice' and I'll randomly pick!)

[girlivealwaysbean]

so tired of being a shitty bandaid for my parents' loneliness. like have u ever considered you passed your curse to me and some days i feel so lonely it's like i can't breathe around the emptiness in my chest????

[shining-glowstick]

The golden boy of tennis just won his first grand slam (just like his bf predicted)

[mister-writes]

9 Lines 9 People

Tagged by @tabswrites over here! Thanks!

Rules: Share 9 lines from your writing and tag 9 people!

Sharing from Wildblood as usual. This section hasn't had a lot of edits so I've pretty much been cruising through, but I like this section.

Kerris wanted to curse and praise the gods all at once. Maedri was here. She was alive. By the gods, she was still alive, and apparently still lively enough to send him a signal, though she seemed to have fallen to the floor of the ravine just as he arrived.  But he hadn’t been fast enough. As he shifted his sword in his hand, setting his feet into the loose gravel of the ravine floor, he fixed his eyes on an unpleasant sight. Prince Reijin, Blood of the Serpent, stood only a few paces away, his own sword drawn, his violet aura fluctuating over his skin as they locked eyes. A cold pit formed in Kerris’s stomach as he stared him down. The Serpent- a man well suited to his wildblood form. 

Gently tagging @chauceryfairytales @card-queen @rickie-the-storyteller @everthewip @junypr-camus @blind-the-winds @sarahlizziewrites @bluberimufim AND an open tag from me to anyone who wants to do this!

[onepintobean]

coc day 7 | veil

before - Natasha // Lucy

[curseofpower]

bout to start calling Ganon fans who do nothing but go in the tags to yell at fellow fans for sympathizing with him pickme fans.

[victorluvsalice]

-->And so the group returned home, where the weather was actually halfway decent. I had Smiler and Victor resume their interrupted flirting, with Smiler getting frisky and going in for the kiss before getting a drink from Victor’s wrist (as they were QUITE thirsty at this point). Alice went and collected some of the wild chrysanthemums growing by the path to the barn while I pulled her photos and her and Victor’s paintings out of their inventories – the paintings went up into the attic rec room, to be framed and put on the wall next to the couch and the microphone, while I ended up selling most of the pictures, keeping just one small one to put in the digital picture frame. Seriously, that thing is useful when it comes to small picture storage... Anyway, I sent her upstairs to look at her own painting while Smiler finished their dinner and Victor went to have his (some more pumpkin spice waffles, as I’d shoved all the food back in the fridge once they got home) –

And then I looked at the back porch, and saw NPC Ericka Wada heading to the grill to do some herbalism. O.o Uh – when did you get here and why are you using the grill? I quickly had Victor send her home, then had him clean up the herbalism pot with his own dishes once he was done with his dinner. The fuck, game – at least require me to invite people in before they start using my grill and nearly burn my house down again!

-->Anyway – Smiler ended up heading to the attic to have a chat with Alice, and I figured while they were up there, that they could practice their comedy and tell a few jokes on the microphone. I had Victor transportalate up there to join them, and he and Alice watched and enjoyed Smiler’s performance (they both got the moodlet “Briefly Amused,” so it wasn’t a real WINNER, but they did laugh, so...). I ended the impromptu comedy hour around 10 PM, after which Smiler went back to their robotics station in the barn to make a computer chip; Alice went to the kitchen to have some more focaccia for dinner; amd Victor went to the second floor blue-and-white bathroom to mop a slime creature before using the toilet. I happened to notice at this point Victor was VERY close to getting a Talent Point from his magic usage, so I had him transportalate down to the greenhouse and cast Floralorial on that troublesome dahlia plant. Which – did actually seem to finally clear the glitch-weeds, when not even shift-clicking would. O.o Fingers crossed people! It also got him the Talent Point, which I promptly spent on “Hexproof” to protect him from all curses. :) I then pulled all of Alice’s super-vitality fertilizers out of her inventory (she didn't notice, she was busy playing laser pointer with Kelly in the back entrance mudroom) and put them into Victor’s so he could sprinkle them on all the oversized crops (though admittedly it looks like they’re all gonna be normal-sized crops this time), before noticing another specter outside the greenhouse and sending him over to give them a Potion of Good Fortune. They appreciated it and left Victor a forbidden candy jar, but as we already have three (one in the kitchen, one on the back porch, and Alice has the third in her inventory), I had Victor just straight-up sell that to an oddity collector. There's only so many oddities these three can collect after all!

-->And then – okay, I didn't get any pictures of this, but you'll see why I didn't in a second. After selling the candy jar, Shadow ran up to Victor whining about a ball – I figured “okay, let’s play fetch with the dog, I already have Alice playing laser pointer with the cats” (she'd moved onto entertaining I think Shock on the front porch by this point) and had Victor grab the ball in his inventory –

Only for Shadow to run away as another NPC showed upon the front porch for no good reason. *sigh* I had Alice send the person on the porch (Maya, I think her name was) away once she was done with the laser pointer, and waited for Shadow to finish her business so I could try to get the game of fetch back on. She headed upstairs and into Smiler’s room and approached their desk –

And then did that horrific glitch thing where pets try to stand up like Sims but their legs get all thin and distorted and their heads end up going backwards. O.o It only lasted for a moment, but as you might imagine, it triggered another MCCC error. (I think the dog was trying to play with one of the chatterbots on Smiler’s desk – maybe the NPC wanted to do that and the game got confused?) And kind of killed my desire for fetch. XD Fortunately, at that point I realized that it was actually after midnight in the game and decided it was a good time to wrap things up with the trio, saving and closing.

And that was the gang's Summer Tuesday! Nice, productive day for them – I’m glad to see that their snack business is doing pretty well. :D And I have to admit, it’s a little more fun to take the food stand around all the different worlds than just do the same thing over and over at the grocery store. But I still want to sell everything in their store before I do anything different with it. :p Next time we hit this save, though, the trio will be heading to Chestnut Ridge for SimCity Founding! We'll see you then!

[adiposesaleswoman]

Oh No, you're making me want to write a Stardew weight gain fic😅😅 i gotta know how you think it would happen. not just maru, Sebastian, sam and abigale, but do you think that the other bachelors like alex or elliott or shane would get fat too?????? how do you think it would start, and do you think the other townsfolk would be supportive and encouraging or try to get them to stop?? Sorry if this is a loaded question but I've been thinking about a fic like this for a while and your art has really inspired me but I've just got no ideas 😂 or maybe even the wizard accidentally cast a spell that gives people insatiable appetites, i don't know haha

Oh you should 100% go for it 😳😳😳😳 and tbh I'm really really bad at plot myself so I don't know how much help I would be! Would anyone be willing to comment their ideas on this post? :0 maybe something interesting could get going!

[anti-transphobia]

If anyone wanted to know what it's like to be a trans person not aligned with masculinity online, I've had such a huge issue with both cis and transmasc people calling me dude and then arguing about it when I asked them not to that I had to set my nickname in discord servers as "don't call me dude/man/bro". That wasn't enough so I changed it to be in all caps and set my overall discord display name as "DONT CALL ME DUDE/MAN/BRO". Within a few hours I was @ed on a server I never talk in, a server where most of its members never talk because it's a mod development/compilation server so people are there for information and that's it, by an any pronouns trans person who hasn't spoken in that server in a YEAR and talked again specifically to misgender me