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gloomskulls · 22 days ago

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LIMERENCE [tasm!peter parker]

pairings: tasm!peter parker x reader

part 2

warning(s): obessive peter, creep peter, stalking, masturbation, panty sniffing, dirty thoughts, breaking in, just peter being hopelessly in love. If any of this finds you uncomfortable, please click out do yourself (and me also) a favor. lemme know if I missed any!

If you don't want to see my dark stories in the future please block the tag #madi: dark content

A/n: my first ever fic posted on Tumblr, yippee! This is also my first ever smut so it probs be equivalent to horse poo but anyways, this also takes place in tasm 2. don't steal any of the shit I've written or else i'm gonna turn you into Vicky from Terrifier/srs

Peter didn't understand what was so special about you, you were just a crush. Or that's what he convinced himself. Every single place you were in, Peter would carefully trail behind you, like there was a magnet strapped onto you, and Peter was the metal, he would always find himself drawing next to you. Peter Parker was no stranger to keeping secrets. It was, after all, the epitome of his double life. A mask, a costume, a name that wasn't his at all. There was one secret, however, that even the Spider-Man's mask couldn't cover—his growing infatuation towards you.

It started out really simple. You decided to give back the nerdy boy's pencil in sophomore year and defended him from Flash Thompson in his junior year, it was all simple really, something a person with decency and was taught with proper manners would do. But Peter took it as more than that.

Candid photos here and there, purposefully falling of his skateboard so you would help him, cryptic notes in your locker, sometimes a random flower if Peter was lucky to find any.

Limerence, as some might say

The first people who would ever notice Peter's strange behavior where the people who raised him. Uncle Ben would notice this girl in the screen of his nephew's computer, so did Aunt May when she saw many polaroid photos of the same face underneath Peter's bed. Peter shrugged it off, saying the same exact words to the both of them.

'she's just a crush'

Peter Parker was very good at being hidden in the open. Sure, he didn't want to be invisible, but it is what it is. One of the self-working "losers" with horrible punchlines and pretty much the face screaming "nerd". Well, it didn't bother Peter much. He had many other more important things to think about. You

It's been years now. It was already the last year of senior year, graduation was already nearing, still, he hasn't mustered up the courage to do speak to you, afraid that you won't reciprocate the same feelings he has. His been watching you from a distance, stealing glances in class and making mental notes on all the little things you did, like doodling on the corners of your notebooks or, how you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were concentrating. He knew that it was weird, creepy even, but Peter couldn't stop himself.

So, when Mr. Warren announced a paired project for biology, Peter's internal monologue kicked into overdrive.

"Pair work begins today," Mr. Warren said, his smile a gruff overture that still Peter thought unnecessary. "Choose your partners wisely, just choose somebody you will along with. You can really screw up over this project if you don't!"

The room broke out into a low buzz as students shuffled their chairs and moved toward their friends. Peter didn't move. He never did. Choosing a partner was like finding a needle in a haystack type of task for him

Alright, Pete, it is not such a big deal. You are not going to end up with her or anything. Just relax, find someone cool, and—

"Peter!"

Your voice broke through his thoughts, and he looked up to see you in front of his desk, clutching a notebook to your chest

"By any chance do you have a partner? My friends kind of made their own pairs" you asked, your lips curving into an easy smile.

Peter blinked. His brain short-circuited.

"N-nope. I'm totally solo. Flying solo. A lone wolf. A…"

"Awesome! Then let's team up."

Peter turned to you, his mind racing, he blinked, trying to absorb this. You were choosing him? He nodded frantically; his heart was hammering at a top speed that he was convinced you could hear it

You smiled at him, you fucking smiled at him

For the rest of the class Mr. Warren instructed everyone to plan for the project for the rest of the class. You kept bouncing ideas back and forth, and Peter felt a strange, thrilling sensation of in his heart. You were funny, clever, and surprisingly very easy to communicate with. Every time you laughed at one of his jokes, he felt like he was soaring.

When the bell rang, you packed your things and turned to him. "We should work on this at my place. Tomorrow after school?"

Peter nearly dropped his notebook. "Uh, yeah. Totally. I mean, yes. That works. Perfect. So super normal."

You laughed again. "Cool. Here's my address."

And with that, you scribbled it on a scrap of paper and handed it to him before walking away, leaving Peter frozen in his seat.

That night, Peter was sitting in his room staring at the address. To most people, that was just a little detail, probably not even worth a second thought. But to Peter, it was an invitation, or perhaps a key, even just for a second to get into your life. To know every little thing about you

Unfortunately, though, that's not enough.

He felt his hands shaking as he opened the drawer in his desk to reveal a small trove of hidden treasures; poorly taken pictures of you from a distance, bits of paper that you had thrown away during math class, and a small stash of hair strands that he meticulously collected from your hair comb when you weren't looking

This was love, wasn't it? The desperate consuming desire to be around her, to know everything about you.

And tomorrow, he shall get his chance.

You invited him, but Peter just knew it was really more than what you would ever willingly give.

His love was a web, and you were stepping into it, one delicate thread at a time.

Peter stood outside your house with a crumpled piece of paper clutched in his rather sweaty hand. The address on it was correct, but doubt clouded him. What if she had forgotten about this meeting? What if this was simply a joke? No, she would never do that, he tried to convince himself

Peter Parker was standing at your porch. Each thump of his heart sounded like one of the drums in the music club. He raised his hand to knock, hesitating for a moment. Maybe it was a terrible idea to come here after all; he could fake being sick, sending her an apology while rescheduling. Just then, the door swung open before he even had the chance to run.

"Hey, you found my house, I actually thought you would get lost cause I wrote the wrong color of the rooftop on the note" you said while stepping aside to let him enter.

"I was actually hesitant to knock, because it didn't look like the description" He quietly said. You actually got everything right, I was just being a huge pussy so I didn't come immediately, he thought to himself.

"Come in. I have started working on the diagram."

Peter plasted a grin and forced his legs down inside. "Well, look at you. Overachieving already. I guess I'll just sit back and let you do all the hard work."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, your voice making him feel that the world wasn't so bad after all. "Nice try, Parker. Grab a marker. You're on label duty."

"Come on, we can work in the dining area," you said, leading him across the house.

The dining table was already loaded with supplies, with textbooks scattered everywhere, colored pencils, sheets of poster paper, you name it. You positioned herself and gestured to him to join you.

You fell into a rhythm, your hand sketching the parts of the circulatory system while Peter scrawled out the labels in his neatest handwriting. He cracked jokes every few minutes, drawing out your laughter like a lifeline. It would be so easy to lose himself in the moment, pretend that you both were just two friends hanging out and not a guy hopelessly infatuated with someone who didn't even know half the truth about him.

Both of you had a relatively smooth first hour of working, few questions were asked here and there on the project. Peter kept his answers short, being extra cautious with what to share, but it seemed you did not mind. You sketched diagrams, jotting down notes with an ease that made Peter's hands tremble every time he made an attempt to help.

"So Peter," you suddenly announced after the silence, "why is it that you don't talk very much? At school I mean"

The question staggered him, rendering him blank while the colored pencil just hovered above the page.

Peter jerked up his head and looked surprised. "What do you mean? Talking is what I do. I mean, there's even people begging me to stop."

You smirked but didn't let it down. "I mean really, you're funny but I know nothing about you. What's your thing, Peter Parker?"

He didn't answer immediately but fiddled with the marker. "I'm just… some guy. Pretty boring, honestly. Not much to tell."

Your expression softened, "I don't buy that. You're not boring".

Your words made Peter's chest tighter. He wanted to believe you, yet the voice at the back of his mind reminded how wrong youwere. If you only knew the real him, the guy who had spent countless nights staring at your window, memorizing your every move, you wouldn't be smiling and sitting here before him.

"Hey, don't overthink it. You're cool. Let's just finish this masterpiece, okay?" you said, flicking his arm before he could answer.

Peter smiled forcedly

And when they finished the day's work, you walk him to the door once more, your smile as warm as ever.

"Thanks for coming over," you said. "You're actually a pretty decent partner, Parker."

"Decent?!" Peter gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Don't hold back; tell me how you really feel."

And you laughed, shaking your head. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Peter waved. You waved back at him, as he strolled down the street, but he did not go very far. Instead, he found himself across the street in the same place, hidden under the shadow of the oak tree.

you were in your living room again, curled around a blanket and a pillow as you watched whatever was on your screen, your face glowing softly from the light of the television. Peter leaned against the tree with both hands shoved in his jacket pockets and simply watched.

How long he'd been there, he couldn't tell, but he didn't want to leave. This was the closest he ever felt with you, even if you didn't know he was here.

He knew this was crossing the line, but he couldn't help himself. He found himself sneaking into your house. Now he really felt like a robber trying to intrude a home, expect he wasn't really going to steal anything, or so he thought.

It was late at night, you and your family were already asleep at this point

Peter knew that the right thing to do was to head home. He knew for sure that this crossed a line even he wasn't sure he could come back from. But before he could stop himself, he was moving, slipping across the street and into the shadows of your yard.

His palms were slick with sweat as he scanned the side of the house. The metal trellis leading up to your window wasn't very solid, but it would hold him if he was careful.

He carefully climbed the trellis, not putting too much weight on it. And his heart was pounding as he got to your window, his fingers brushing against the cool glass.

It wasn't locked.

At that moment, his body froze. The rational part of him screamed to stop, to climb back down and pretend this never happened. But then his hand was on the window. And that soft sound of it sliding open seemed to be deafeningly loud in the stillness of the night.

He slipped into his feet and landed silently on the carpeted floor. Your room smelled of lavender and something warm and sweet like vanilla. A little bit of moonlight filtered through the curtains and brightened the room in pale silver.

There she was

You laid curled up in your bed, the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, your face peaceful in sleep. Peter’s breath caught in his throat. You looked so serene, so utterly perfect, that it made his chest ache.

He stood there for what felt like an eternity, just watching you. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to feel—satisfaction, maybe, or relief. But all he felt was a strange mix of awe and guilt.

This was wrong.

He knew it.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

He looked around your room, it was full of polaroids of either you or your friends.

He started walking around your room quietly, careful to not wake you up in your slumber, because God knows what will happen if you saw him in your room with all its glory, he couldn't even imagine the disgust on your face.

But one thing caught his eye

Your bathroom was open, and in your bathroom was a basket with what he assumed inside were dirty laundry.

He knew it was disgusting, heck, over the top creep award would probably go to him, but he found himself walking towards the bathroom. It was wrong, but he still did it, he needs to get help, he thought to himself.

One second ago he was walking towards your bathroom, next thing you knew he was rummaging through your dirty laundry, occasionally smelling some of your shirts. He cherished the way your scent overwhelmed his nose, he was in Cloud 9.

While he was rummaging, a little piece of clothing caught his eye. With shaky hands he picked up the piece of clothing, it was your pink underwear with little cherries scattered everywhere as design.

He brought it near to his nose. He suddenly sat down in the neat cold tiles of the bathroom floor, he smelt it as if it was his oxygen.

He let out a small moan. He didn't know if it was an invisible force making him do such things, but he found his hands unbuttoning his pants

Peter Parker sat in the rest room; hand clasped tight around the lacy edge of the pink panty. He took out his hardened length of his boxers. The scent of dirty panties wafted his nose.

He imagined you wrapped around his throbbing cock, he thought of the feeling of your tight little pussy riding his cock, he wanted the sweet nectar from your lips, while having a feast on your quivering hole. His cock throbbed in his palms, his hands were much faster now, stroking his hardened cock. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning

Why was he doing this? You were literally there, outside the bathroom, sleeping. And Peter was here, out in the open, jerking off to the smell of your used panties

He was drenched in sweat as his hairs stuck to his wet forehead. He fantasized about your perky tits; perfect little nipples erect in anticipation. Pumping the shaft rapidly, imagining you on all fours begging for more, the bounce of your tits while riding him moaning his name like a mantra, Peter, fuck Peter, Peter, oh my God!

Peter was breathing heavily, his release was near, he profusely pumped his manhood, his hands and cock covered in his sticky pre-cum.

He wanted to feel you inside him, want you to quiver in pleasure as he fucks you over and over again.

He felt a sudden wave of pleasure hitting him, before he knew it, he released a flooded torrent of jizz into sticky cum as it scattered all over the floor. He slumped against the wall, heaving as he tried to steady his racing heart. He looked outside the door, finding you in the same spot as you were. You were sleeping oh so peacefully

He gazed at you, his heart full of unfulfilled yearning. He desperately wanted to be part of your world, to be someone you chose to let in. Yet no matter how many jokes he made or how close you seemed; he knew deep in his heart that he was not enough.

A soft sound broke the silence.

Peter's eyes snap to the bed, and his stomach lurch at the realization that you were stirring. Your brows knitted, your breathing started shifting, just as if you were going to wake up.

He immediately threw your panties back into the basket as he stood up and fixed his underwear and pants

He felt panic surging him, he immediately sprinted near the window. It made a loud a thud, now he was fucked

He moved quickly and quietly without thinking as he quietly ran towards the window. Just as you were about to opene your eyes, he slipped stealthily past the fluttering of curtains.

He tried scrambling down the trellis and found the ground, shivering and shaking as he did so.

He was hidden in a shadow corner, looking up towards your window. You were sitting up now, rubbing your eyes and looking around your room with a sleepy confusion.

Peter's chest tightened.

What's the matter with him?

He hurried as he turned away, his footsteps quiet against the pavement

The cool night air wrapped around Peter Parker like a cold, suffocating blanket as he walked back toward his house. Each step seemed to slant further and further as if his sneakers were scuffing wet against the cracked pavement in a slow and deliberate rhythm.

It was as if the world had gone still—entirely quiet. No cars were heard, no distant chatter, no hum of the city. Just Peter, the quiet whistle of wind through leaves, and the pounding thuds of his thoughts.

With that, he shoved his hands deep into his jacket pockets, his fingers curling into tight fists. Replaying the scene, he heard the soft sound of your breathing, the warmth of your room, and the way you stirred in your bed as if you had felt him there.

What the heck are you doing, Parker? He hadn't intended to climb into your room. He hadn't intended for it to get this far. Watching from the shadows was one thing, but tonight… tonight he had crossed a line.

He stopped moving and leaned against the lamppost, his breath escaping him in short, sharp gasps. Above him, the light flickered, shining unevenly across his shadow on the ground.

"This isn't me," he whispered to himself, the voice trembling.

But wasn't it?

Hadn't he been staring at you for years, taking notes while you weren't looking, memorizing all of your movements, laughter, and smiles? He had told himself that it was just harmless admiration from a distance, but now it was clear.

What would you think if you knew?

He sighed, Peter threw back his head and gazed up at the sky. Above him the stars, though cold and distant, seemed on to him— judging him in silence.

With the words of Uncle Ben echoing in his mind, With great power comes great responsibility, Peter winced.

Peter's jaw clamped down. Not great power; not yet. But wasn't all this part of it? Taking responsibility for his actions, owning up to his mistakes before they spiraled uncontrollably out of hand?

It hit him like a gut punch.

He wouldn't ever be able to take it back. Nor would he ever be able to wipe away the fact that he'd violated your space, your privacy, in a way you might never forgive. But he could stop it from going any further. He could ensure that you never found out.

@gloomskulls 2024. DON'T COPY, TRANSLATE OR USE ANY OF MY WORKS HERE OR ANY OTHER WEBSITES. Photos don't belong to me

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gimmethatagustd · 3 months ago

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✨ blog update ✨

Heyy besties,

I have sad news 😔

I've been going back and forth for months, even close to a year by now, about leaving Tumblr. It has been challenging because I couldn't decide if I should completely deactivate, make a new blog to repost my fics there, or delete everything but keep this blog empty. Tbh, I don't want anyone to steal my url lol. My hangup is really just the fact that I know it sucks to no longer have access to your favorite fics (not me being arrogant assuming my fics are anyone's favorites but y'know~). However, I also need to find peace with the fact that Tumblr hasn't been fun for a long time for reasons that I don't want to share in this post. So, I've come to the tough conclusion that I need to dip. This blog won't be deactivated, but I'll delete pretty much everything on it, probs within the next few days. I will keep most of my fics on AO3.

I am so unbelievably grateful for everyone who has made being on Tumblr for the past 2+ years fun. There are silver linings and hidden gems within my moots and beloved followers, and y'all are the reason I've lasted this long, as well as the reason I've become a better writer and fallen more in love with our lovely boys. It has been fun hanging with y'all! I'll miss my Taehyung whores the most.

Signing off 🫡

your bestie, jai 💜

#edited this cuz this hellsite is WILD lmfao #y'all can DM me if you want my contact info

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nyctoaerah · 9 months ago

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AERAH, I BEG OF YOUUU, I SAW YOUR POST ON QUOTEV, PLEASE, PLEASE, ATLEAST A SNEAK PEAK OF THE UPCOMING FIC? OR THE ONE WHERE YOU SAID ON YOUR IG THAT YOU'RE POSTING A ONESHOT ABT GETO! PLS PLS, ANY OF THAT, JUST A SNEAK PEAK, I BEG YOUU, I'M GETTING SO FANFIC DEPRIVED AND I'M SUCH A WHORE FOR YOUR IMMACULATE WRITING 😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋

“ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃 ”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Satoru’s sister started to have an unusual cravings for blood after managing to tame habakiri, and Suguru is there to help her.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: vampirism (lmfao), sexual stuff, cannibalism (habakiri), blood

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: just a sneakpeek cause i still haven't written the chapter 11 of idiosyncrasies, and this oneshot is in between the timeline of chapter 14-15 and it's a smut one at that LMAO💀 so i probs won't upload it until i finish chapter 14 of idiosyncrasies pookie. And HELP, the new fic i was talking about on quotev is devil in disguise, and i already posted it on tumblr but not in quotev HAHHA. Also, this might be confusing if you guys haven't read the chapter 9 of idiosyncrasies/haven't read idiosyncrasies. I SWEAR, I’LL DO THE OTHER REQS SOON.😭 I just did this one ‘cause i’ve already wrote some of it. Also, hearts and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3

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The crimson rivulets of his blood trickles down your chin, the exquisite taste of the sanguine liquid staining your lips. Your teeth bore small smudges of red, smearing them like fallen blood on freshly fallen snow.

Using his unoccupied hand, he cradled your chin, his thumb and middle finger. His forefinger to brushed away the residual droplets of blood on the curve of your lips and wiped them away from your chin too.

“Never thought that you had such an appetite for blood...” he murmured, sensing your touch descending down from his shoulders and going southward on his abdomen. Your fingers sought purchase on his firm abdominal muscles.

“I have an idea as to why you have it though...”

“It’s because you’re habakiri’s owner, isn’t it?” Suguru murmurs, the memory of how you had managed to subdue the bloodthirsty sword, to make it submit to your will without it killing you still lingers in his mind. But perhaps, in doing so, you had inadvertently sated its voracious appetite, if only momentarily.

Your body tenses imperceptibly at his observation, and he responds with a knowing smile, his touch gentle against your skin.

“There’s no shame in it, you know?” he reassures in a hushed tone, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip, coaxing it to part slightly.

“And why is that so?”

Curiosity colors your words as you inquire.

“You two share the same traits, that ensures that it won’t eat you, after all, it won’t turn on his master.” he muses with a faint hum, his gaze unwavering.

“Furthermore,” he interjects with a teasing tone,

“It makes you look like a vampire...” He says.

“And.. fuck, it might seem weird but vampires are sexy in my point of view.” He confessed, a laugh bubbling on his throat.

“Hm? ‘s that so?” You asked hesitantly.

“Doesn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, Your predilection doesn’t scare me in the slightest,” he whispered softly, nibbling pensively at his lower lip as his gaze remained fixed upon you.

“In fact, I found it rather... alluring,” he admitted in a low voice.

“Do you truly not mind, then?” you inquired, though his assurance had already been vocalized.

“I don’t.”

“You don’t?...” You questioned, your voice wavering in uncertainty.

“You’re too pure for your own well, Geto,” you sighed, shaking your head disapprovingly.

The unexpected reaction that Suguru received was far from the jubilation he had expected.

Is the pessimistic trait a common trait inherited on the Gojo clan?

Suguru thought, he wanted to release an exasperated groan; you were single-handedly sabotaging the moment once again. Though he cherished your idiosyncrasies, he longed for you to simply revel in the present moment.

Just as he prepared to interject, your hand abandoned its place on his abdomen, navigating its way to his cheek, tenderly caressing the contours of his face. Once again, your mixed signals were a labyrinth he struggled to navigate.

“You’re seriously letting a bloodthirsty woman in your bed, Geto?”

Your brows furrowed in a contemplative manner, your delicate fingers caressing his cheek as you tip your head to the side, a look of utter confusion etched upon your features.

“Suguru,”

he implores softly.

“Call me Suguru,” he insists, clasping your hand tenderly and drawing it nearer to his warm cheek.

“Suguru,” you repeat in a gentle whisper, the syllables of his name effortlessly gliding off your tongue.

A contented smile graces his lips as he nods in approval.

“That's it,” he affirms with a quiet hum of satisfaction.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Suguru..”

You venture forth with your query, your voice barely above a murmur, as his gaze meets yours.

“Ah, about that?”

He inquired, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue as he watched your hand slipping away from his, The warmth of your touch lingered on his cheek before your fingers finding their way to the bulb of muscle at the neck base, caressing it softly, before your hand pressed onto the twin punctures that you left on his neck.

“I would.” He breathed out sincerely.

“doesn't matter if you're a monster or not...” he whispered.

“I don't mind having a monster in my bed if it’s you,”

Your expression softened at his words before a sharp yelp escaped your lips as he firmly seized your hips, deftly maneuvering to shift his weight and flipping your positions easily so that he’s the one on top of you now.

Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you sank into the softness of the pillow, your silken tresses sprawling across the expanse of the mattress, you could basically feel the rapid drumming of your heart within your ribcage.

“Want you so bad...” he whispered.

A shiver ran through you, your gaze fixated on his form as he leaned in, lips parted, his teeth grazing his lower lip with a fervor that drew forth an errant droplet of crimson, tracing a path down his chin.

Your pupils dilated at the sight, fingers twitching.

“Suguru...” The word fell from your lips, the syllables laced with a hint of restraint.

“You started it...” he mumbled, brows twitching as he looked at you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this..” He says in a low voice.

“What were you even thinking?... Climbing onto my lap, biting me, kissing me.. tasting me without thinking that there’s no consequences to that...”

His fingers threaded through the strands of your hair, a gentle tug coaxing you even closer until your lips were mere inches apart.

“So, come now,” he murmured, a sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips as his onyx colored eyes bore into you.

“Finish what you started, Angel.”

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doriana-gray-games · 1 month ago

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I'm in love with Douche Lestrade, but I miss When Depression Hits Hard Lestrade so much that I have been looking for ¿Holmstrade? fics on tumblr. It was amazing to see a version of L that feels familiar, but is so much more confident and self assured. It made me wonder if we are ever going to see glimpses of this cocky copper in the main storyline. Main timeline L is so much more cautious, closed off and risk averse. I'm excited to find out where their route is going.

Ohhh haha how's the fanfics? I imagine it's less book Lestrade and prob the BBC one? 😗

But yes—there are moments where the more self assured Lestrade can appear again, both for good and bad purposes. I think... we're all the ages and people we have been, even when we think we have escaped them. They can creep up on us—if that makes sense? 😆

You can also help them become more confident, and find their place in life again—and they for you.

Or not.

Your choice as the player.

But they won't ever be quite that person that is in the minigame again. But maybe they can be something better? Despite all the internal scars.

🖤

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nonbinary-potatoes · 3 months ago

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🍄🫧🌌Jam (in a nutshell)🌈🧬🎵

Hello Tumblr

I've had this account far too long to not have an intro post (I actually just lurked to stalk Ao3 authors I liked for updates for years)

So.... anyway...

I'm Jam (as in Jammy Dodgers)

I'm trying to get into fic writing, not sure how that's gonna go but I have loads of drafts anyway. My Ao3 @ is nonbinary_potatoes. I'm also an aspiring novelist, I've been slowly working on a book when I have the motivation for about a year or so but I'm just going easy because I don't want to kill my passion for it.

Fandoms I like:

Marauders (Wolfstar, Jegulus, Dorlene, Jily, Rosekiller, Pandalily, Marlily)

Rick Riordan verse (Percabeth, Valgrace, Solangelo, pretty much anything tbh)

Hunger games (no specific ships)

The Owl House (no specific ships)

Dreamworks trolls, but shhh

(I don't support Disney nor JKR)

I only really write Marauders stuff but with the right inspiration I'll branch out into other fandoms, really working on my confidence because my social anxiety is so bad I struggle to even post on social media anonymously (dumb brain moment). I'm hoping to push myself into posting more and eventually releasing a long fic I've been cooking up in my notes app/brain.

General Info:

-Age: I prob won't share this publicly but if it's important to possible moots I can share in DMs

-Pronouns: They/Them (in gendered languages, I prefer masculine)

Music: David Bowie, Queen, Marc Bolan/T-Rex, ABBA, Rolling Stones, Hozier, Glass animals, Mitski, (I pretty much listen to anything tbh)

Please feel free to send microfic requests/prompts through my ask, or just ask me anything (appropriate) - im happy to just chat. They help keep my motivation up for bigger projects. And I'm always happy to add moots, I lowkey need friends anyway.

My fics

Water of the womb, blood of the covenant

#blog intro #intro post #introduction #marauders #dead gay wizards #lgbtq #writing #wolfstar #jegulus #pinned intro

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regularme12 · 11 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel Tickle headcanons!!

I had 2 drafts in my drafts, and Tumblr won't let me edit them so now I'm pissed😭

Anyways, I just got into HH!! And I fucking love it omg!! ⚠️Tw! Implied SA⚠️

U guys can give me asks and reccomondations for like tickle fics or sum else over Hazbin Hotel, or anything in general!!

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Alastor!!

Ler:

-This men right here!!!

-Let me just tell you he's a massiver ler!!

-Like, he only tickles people as revenge, if someone tickles him

-And don't be that person who tries, trust me

-He only ever tickled Husk, because he's been that dumbfuck who actually tried tickling him

-He'll never do it again though.

-He turns really evil while tickling people, he turns into his demon form, and starts teasing his lee, Husk.

-It starts off with gentle teasing like, "Awww, u actually thought u'd get away?" Then he turns full Sayan on you, like, "HAHAH, IT'S CUTE YOU ACTUALLY TRIED THOUGH!!"

-Alastor just starts off rough, like no going back.

-He uses his big claws to do more damage then his fingerprints.

-It will feel like he's puncturing your skin, but he won't do that, he's trying to become "better" as I put it.

-So you don't know if it tickles or hurts like hell.

-You're in a mix of "Hahahah, stohohop Alastor!!!" And, "Ohohowww, Alastor!! Ihihihit hurts!!"

-When Charlie hears you say that last line, she'll jump in and try to stop it with, "Haha, okkk, Alstor, that's enough. They had enough, go easy on them, yeah?"

-Most of the time Alastor won't listen to her, so her girlfriend's gotta step in.

-"Hey, Radio demon! She told you to stop!" And Vaggie just hits him until he does and Charlie would tell her to go easy on him.

-It takes Vaggie to have Alastor to stop.

-"Next time you're gonna learn to not fuck with the radio demon, got it?"

-Then you, well Husk in this situation, would scramble away to catch your/his breath.

Lee:

-Okkkk, he's not really a lee at the Hazbin Hotel, because people knows his perdicament, and what would happen if u poked the bear, so you gotta be really stupid to test his theory.

-The stupid one would have to be Husk.

-Ofcourse.

-I mean they go way back so it would be unethical if he didn't at least try, right?

-No one could tickle Alastor long enough, before he transforms into a demon.

-I give 5 seconds tops, Alastor just really hates being tickled.

-You gotta tickle him at his worst spot for him to not turn into his form.

-It's his collar bone, so try getting there, Husk.

-He's really ticklish tho, but not the most ticklish, like he's in 4th place in this headcanon. Well, in Hazbin Hotel, period.

-Husk would just run up and try tickling him because Alastor would piss him off.

-Never again.

-So if, and only if, you manage to get his collar bone, you can take it from there, but u gotta stay tickling that place, because if you move anywhere else, he'll gain the upper hand and destroy you.

-He can't focus when u're tickling his worst spot.

Husk:

Ler:

-He's not the best at tickling people, because he's so short so people can get the upper hand, but he tries his best.

-He's gentle but not gentle at the same time

-When he tries to tickle people, he starts off slow and teasy, but then rough and hard.

-He does try to tickle Alastor, but on rare occasions he does that.

-He lets his anger issues get the better of him, so Alastor pushes his buttons all the time, does Husk even learn his lesson?!

-No, obviously he doesn't

-He thinks everytime he tries to tickle the radio demon, he'll actually manage to do so.

-But it never worked out, until that one faithful night.

-Husk got fed up so much, he jumped on Alastor's back, his intentions weren't to tickle him though, but he accidentally clawed Alastor's collar bone, and he fell down with a cackle.

-Husk realized what he did, and started tickling him there

-"Awww, what's the prob?? U can't defend your self when this spot in paticular is targeted? I thought u were the radio demon??"

-But when you do get him there, u better be prepared to stay there for eternity, bc demons hold grudges... let me rephrase that, Alastor holds grudges

-So you're best bet is to not tickle him at all, Husk.

Lee:

-When Husk does get done tickling Alastor, he automatically turns into a demon and wreck him hard.

-"Did you really forget who's leash you're on, whiskers? Fuck around, and find out!"

-And Husk is dead, quite literally.

-Alastor won't let him go until he's panting out of breath.

-And he does, every. fucking. time.

-Husk is the third most ticklish person in Hazbin

-He hates being tickled too, so why does he keep trying to tickle the radio demon? After he knows the consequences?

-I don't really know. Guess it's Greed.

-But still, his worst spot is his toe beans and his ears.

-Alastor targets that last, only until Husk starts coughing.

-Charlie tickles him too, along with her girlfriend, Vaggie.

-Then he's fucked, because only Charlie will let him breath, she physically has to pull Vaggie off of him for a split second then they continue their torment

-Ik, it's out of character for Vaggie, but what can I say?

Angledust:

Lee: ⚠️Implied abuse⚠️

-Hates being tickled so much, he will actually have a panic attack.

-This is where the implied SA is.

-Now, idk what u call it, but to me, it's kinda like abuse that Valentino put him through.

-Just because he's a porn star, doesn't mean he doesn't have boundaries, he does, and they need to be respected!!!

-I feel like Valentino put him through the worst tickle torture ever, for most of his videos.

-For the people who have tickle kinks

-And it drives Angle mad

-He would constantly tie Angle up and have his minions tickle him to peices.

-Bc Val also gets off to tickling too... well, let's put it more specifically, he gets off to Angle's laugh, and his pleads and begs to stop.

-Angle's literally over here panting for him to make them stop, "Val, plehehehhease, Mahhahhke them stop, Ihihihi can't breathe!"

-But Valentino, never listens, I mean why would he? Angle signed his contract, not the other way around. The spider is under Val's control in the studio, he's gotta do what he says. And if that means being tickled to near death, then that's what that means.

-But Angle never agreed to this torment, he never did like tickling growing up, so this torture made him act out when being tickled.

-I mean, if there's hints that u're finna tickle Angledust, or u like squeeze his sides, he would freak out, and fight back

-He once nearly killed Husk for tickling him

-Husk poked his side, and Angle reacted horribly.

-So, Husk being Husk, decided to try it out more, and he literally pinned Angle down, all three sets of his arms, ignoring his pleads or punches.

-Husk only stopped within minutes of him tickling him, because Angle started getting frantic, and Husk could see the fear inside of his eyes.

-"Angle...? I'm-I'm sorry, Angle, I didn't know tickling affected you that much..."

-"Just... *sigh* just leave me alone for a bit..." Angle literally curled into a ball, and isolated himself for the rest of the night.

-When Husk overheard Charlie talking to Vaggie about planning on tickling Angle to make him stop sulking, he stepped in and stopped it.

-"Don't tickle him Charlie."

-"Why not? Tickling is so fun!!! Plus, he seems so sad, my mom and dad, sometimes, would tickle me to make me cheer up, and I loved that!"

-"I swear, on every inch of my body, you fucking touch him you're dead!" Husk got a lil too close to comftort, so Vaggie stepped in to desecalate this situation.

-"You better back the fuck up, Husk, I mean it!"

-"Sorry, sorry, I got a lil carried away, but the first and last time I attempted to tickle him, he seemed really freaked out, I think it's what Valentino put him through, but he doesn't want to talk about it, so I didn't push him to."

-"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

-"I mean, how could you? That spider never tells people what's going on, so now you do know. So please, just respect his boundaries."

-And that was the end of that convo

-When Valentino did that, it was like some, if not most videos, it started off as one, until he got multiple likes, follows, and comments about how hot Angle's raspy laugh is, and how hot he is at begging. So Valentino continued.

-There were alot of times when Angle humilitaed himself, bc he pissed on himself multiple times, not all, but most, bc Val gets too carried away.

-He actually passed out once too, then it continued so on so forth.

-Val's minions would target his arm pits, like all of them, and his neck, bc that's his worst spot. it makes him act out, like bad.

-He's the second most ticklish

-I'm so sorry how much I put this in detail.

Ler:

-He doesn't tickle anyone either, bc of the trauma he was put through, and he doesn't want to relive that, even tho he's not the one being tickled.

-But if u ask him to tickle u, he'll prolly consider it, but if u show any signs of displeasure, or u ask him to stop, he will.

-Even if u tell him ahead of time that if u tell him to stop, don't actually do it bc it's ur reflex, he'll still do it

-Wether u don't mean it or u do.

-He hates it when ppl begs him to stop and he does, but then they beg him to keep going, he won't

-It'll make him hella uncomftorable.

-So, don't be piss that he won't continue if u ask him to, one word can make it all stop, that's j his wishes.

Lucifer:

Ler:

-massive ler.

-He'll tickle people all the time.

-Since he's a fallen angle, I headcanon, he always gets into tickle fights with Adam, not bc he wants to, or even starts it, he does it to finish it, but Adam always wins.

-He tickled his daughter, Charlie when she was younger, for the few times he's alowed to see her, so he can see her smile, or just so he can be playful with her.

-Idt him and his wife r on good terms, but he usually, if not rarely, tries to tickle her, but she's not ticklish, so he doesn't attempt it no more.

-If you tell him to stop, he would, but only if he's not tickling you to relieve stress.

-Yes. he does that.

-Instead of yelling, he'll get in massive ler moods, and tickle the shit out of the first living thing he sees, which isn't all the time, bc he's been isolating himself.

-He doesn't tease anyone bc it makes him flustered toooo, I think that's so cute tho!!

-He gets flustered over his own teasing!!!

Lee:

-He's the biggest fucking lee ever!!

-And he hates how ticklish he is

-He's the most ticklish person ever if not, in both Haeven and hell!!! And it's so embarassing bc he's the king of Hell, so what would people think if they can overturn the king with a few pokes and squeezes to his tummy?

-Charlie tickles him sometimes too, but since she was little, it didn't take much for Lucifer to overpower her and get her back.

-His worst spot is his navel, and belly button.

-And if you hear his laugh, u wouldn't want to stop any time soon, it's so bubbly and cute!!!

-He coughs and hiccups alot too, so that's also really cute!!!

-He's a short king, so it doesn't take much for someone to win the tickle fight between him, especially since he's the most ticklish demon!!!

#tickle #tickle headcanons #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle

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kazuichii · 2 months ago

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Honestly, my favourite hobby at this point, is start a project, be super into it, make a few chapters or comics about it, write down ideas for scenes and character arcs and then never finish it. Rinse and repeat. If the story is lucky, I will eventually get back to it and make progress.

However I kind of made a rule for myself, that anything I release will eventually have an ending.

That is why I have so much in my notes and computer storage and barely anything on Tumblr or on ao3.

I love being a creative person :)

Anyway, I'm gonna be writing down some story ideas I have for a lot of fandoms, and y'all can tell me which one y'all are actually interested in.

So I can figure out if something is genuinely worth my time to sit down and finish.

Legit I only finished one fic in my entire life, and even then it took my friends to nudge me to finish it.

Ugh.

Anyway so here are fandoms that I created fanstories ideas for:

1. FNAF Security Breach (found family, after fire)

2. FNAF Security Breach (specifically Sun and Moon X reader)

3. FNAF (all FNAF games in one media, also found family, angst, hurt, world take over, kinda, romance)

4. Poppy Playtime (Smiling critters, prequel and after life)

5. Poppy Playtime (grieving mother)

6. Undertale (Papyrus the king of resets)

7. Wreck-it Ralph (prob won't ever write this, but an actual sequel that would work in my mind for Wreck-It Ralph, with an oc as a villain)

8. Ninjago (evil ninja au, Morro is the green ninja) this one is pretty old

And a bunch more little stories...that I prob won't ever write but I'll mention them anyway, just so you know the intensity of how much I made over the years.

Danganronpa 2 in Alice in borderland

Danganronpa 2 (ship specified living on a farm) this one has 10 chapters, am I insane?

Genshin (Unaware) possibly the only fic on ao3 I will never finish

Undertale au... Bodytale

TMNT (a bunch of oneshots)

I will get more thorough if anything grabs the attention of anyone, or you can also send asks. I'll gladly answer.

Bye bye for now

#wreck it ralph #genshin impact #undertale au #undertale #ninjago #poppy playtime #fnaf security breach #fnaf #danganronpa #tmnt

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bitterfishiesstuff · 3 months ago

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Saw folks doing self rec's and considering I don't think I'll be up to writing for at least a few more days, prob more like a week or two, I figured I can do a daily old fic summary from oldest to newest.

First my oldest series

Vlogger Tech, AO3 link:

Pairing: mostly Tech/Wrecker with light poly batch undertones(it's more friends with benefits, although you can see Crosshar wanting a bit more in one fic).

Rating: M-E

My raunchy reentry into fan art and fan fics during covid. I've improved a lot as a writer and artist. You won't find the art there though. I deleted it all because of reasons, although it might still exist somewhere on tumblr under my deactivated account if someone rebloged it.

The premise was Tech Fucks, lol. I was, and still mostly am of the opinion Tech knows exactly what he's doing with sex and fucks. It started as a joke, Tech having an only fans where he reviewed sex toys and it spiraled into a massive drawn porn folder and a few fics exploring it.

#clone shipping #cloneshipping #clone/clone #clone ship #cloneship #tecker #tech x wrecker #tech/Wrecker #fishieswrites

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nearsbday · 6 months ago

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hello - this event is a wonderful idea, everything is so neatly organized, and i love the tumblr theme too! i would like to ask - am i mistaken in thinking an event like this pretty much consists of doing all this (wonderful) organization of the blog, the rules, the prompts - just leaving it all there for people to see, and then reblogging everyone's fanworks? (and of course, doing a great job at answering everyone's questions!) i've always been intimidated by how much work fandom events look to be, but it's occurred to me recently that a prompt-based, free-to-opt-in event like this doesn't involve all the job of putting out surveys and collecting their results, organizing teams of people, following up with unfulfilled submissions, etc. so i'm kind of hopeful i might be able to organize a similar event one day. you guys are doing it amazingly, it's no small job, but i was genuinely wondering because it also feels pretty achievable :) but of course that might be me being a bit naive. is there any other work behind the scenes? i'm honestly just curious to know how much work it takes either way! i've seen other people do a surprising amount of work for events like this - getting people to make countdown art, tons of surveys, interest checks, etc. did you guys also do something like that? do you think it is or is not strictly necessary for a prompt-based event? thank you so much in advance for replying, good luck with the event, and i hope it's a blast! (and i'm so sorry for being too long winded! i always get caught up in trying to clarify!)

HI! thank you for the question, and no worries about long-windedness. i'll do my best to answer your question. we did not do any surveys, because we had ideas for prompts already and wanted to use those! we also didn't really worry too much about doing a big interest check. i don't have a good explanation for that other than "personally knew enough people who were nominally interested to feel pretty good about it" lmao. if the event were more niche -- for example, if this were an event for a small ship, or a less popular character -- i think it would have been prudent / useful to do an interest check and to poll people for when they're available, but since Near is fairly popular (though arguably under-appreciated. in my totally non-biased opinion.) and his birthday is on a set date, interest wasn't too much of a concern, and the dates weren't too hard to land on, either.

so far, the graphics have been the largest amount of work, as well as thinking of how to organize and run things-- stuff like determining when to release prompts, how often / how to do promotion for the event, when to post reminders / countdowns, rules, submission guidelines, determining a tagging system for submissions once the event starts (we will be tagging with prompt, day, fan work format {fic vs art vs playlist etc}, whether or not it's sfw, username of the person submitting, and honestly probs at least one more thing i'm just forgetting rn)... so on and so forth. i have a lot of fun making graphics for fanfics and such, so i took charge of creating those, and what we have so far pretty easily took around... 14-16 hours? this is including things that aren't posted yet, like the graphics we have for each day of the event. i still have a few more graphics to make as well for things like the countdown :-)

it's hard for me to say how much work the rest will be, since it hasn't happened yet-- and since i imagine it'll depend on how much participation we get!! -- but, if you'd like to talk more about the set-up for an event like this, or if you'd like to hear what i think after the event is finished / listen to whatever lessons we end up learning from running our first event, feel free to reach out to me at @blondiest or @neallo <3 [i won't speak definitively for my co-runner, but i imagine she'd be happy to weigh in as well!]

#asks #death note #<- idk if anyone is looking for info on the event running process. or if they want to come to near's birthday <3

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