#reblogging to boost its visibility

[dollfacefantasy]

NOT A TOY! ♡

pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader

summary: you and rick play around with the piece holstered to his belt

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, gun play (humping it), praise/degradation

wc: 1.4k

a/n: um sorry gang i wanted this to be longer but my brain wasn't working when i wrote it and it lowkey still is not 😔 based on this ask tho which i loved. i hope you guys like it. reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated.

kinktober slot: day 22 - gun play

"You like this?" he asks, feigned disgust dripping from each syllable, "Dirty fuckin' girl."

"It feels good," you whimper in defense of yourself.

He chuckles at that, the sound coming out raspy and low. It's accompanied by the smirk on his face. The nearby light of the lantern makes his eyes look as though they're flickering with amusement at the position you're in.

The two of you were on watch for the night shift. While the sun set behind the tree line, you each climbed up into the tower that sat along the wall. Both of you started off focused on the task at hand. You kept your eyes forward, scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble, walker or human.

But as had been the norm for your time in Alexandria so far, nothing happened. No staggering figures emerged from the woods, nor did any cars creep down the road. You sat in the two chairs perched up there and talked back and forth about different things. You vented about different people in the group, shared stories about your lives in the old world, just normal stuff.

As the hours stretched on, you grew tired and migrated into Rick's lap. He let you settle in against his chest, expecting you to rest there for the remaining time. But like it normally went for the two of you, being so close meant you couldn't keep your hands off each other.

It started with simple making out. Your lips moved with one anothers in slow, open-mouthed kisses. His hands swept over your figure, stopping every so often to grope at your thighs or hips. He spun you around on his lap after a while to get you situated in a position to ride him.

In doing so, he went to move his gun out of its holster. The cool wooden finish of the grip brushed over your thigh, and the sensation sent a visible shudder through your body. 

His brows had raised with curiosity. Testing the idea, he dragged the weapon up your leg, and you shivered again.

"Feel somethin' good, sweetheart?" he asked.

Your eyes darted up to meet his, timidity gleaming over the small spheres. You responded with a little nod, and that was how you ended up here. The gun lodged between your thighs, the smooth grip pressed right up against your damp panties. 

You rut on the weapon like a puppy in heat - back and forth, back and forth. You're not sure if it's the thrill of using something so inherently dangerous as an object of pleasure or just something about the even curve of it that has you even more whiny than usual.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, dragging the fabric of his shirt up between them. His free hand not keeping the gun secure holds your chin. You want to drop your head back so bad. Your eyes are already so droopy with lust. You want to just melt and let loose, but he keeps you locked in this moment with him.

"Look at you. So desperate. You'll rub up on anything if it gets you off, huh?" he whispers.

Your head bobbles in his grasp, nodding yes.

"Mhm. As long as it feels good you don't care," he tuts. He boosts one of his legs to knock you closer. You topple forward further into his chest and stay there, accepting the warm expanse as refuge from the stimulation down below.

"Not my fault," you whimper, "Just feels so good."

"I bet it does," he chuckles.

Carefully, he angles the firearm upwards a bit more, letting your clit bump on the end of the grip. A sharp whine shoots from your lips, so he knows it was the right move.

You don't worry about anything right now. In this moment, it's just you and him. There's nothing to think about but humping the object below you like your life depends on it. You don't even worry about your own speed or force or anything. If there's anyone in this world you'd trust to do this with, it's Rick.

Rick who's intensely familiar with guns from his years on the force before this. Rick who's piece stays attached to his hip at all times. Rick who looks at you like you're the most precious being on earth, but who also can't get enough of reminding you what a little slut you can be. He's the only one who gets you to this level of depravity.

"Harder, baby. I know you can do better than this," he teases near your ear. You feel his breath tickle your skin, the sensation sending chills all across your heated flesh.

You try to follow what he says and press yourself down with more force. The smooth handle slots between your folds. You whine as you feel the increase in pressure, so close against you the contact almost feels direct.

His hands around back knead your ass. He gives it a small smack, beckoning you to keep up the pace.

"Want you to make yourself cum all over it. Get it all messy for me," he breathes, "I know those cute little panties are already soaked."

Your eyes flit down as if you didn't know that. His gaze follows in suit, a small laugh coming out of him. The more you rut on top of him, the darker the wet patch on the front of the delicate garment becomes. The sticky fabric adds to the friction though, making your release approach faster.

"F-fuck," you whimper. Your body tightens up at the impending sensation. The edge is right there. You don't think you could stop now if you wanted to.

"That's right, sweetheart. Making me proud. You're actin' like the perfect whore for me. Keep it up," he mumbles, each word only spurring you on.

You keep bucking your hips. Your grasp on him tightens. Your chest puffs in smaller intervals as you feel yourself racing towards the finish line. When you finally crest the peak, your back arches. You let out a strangled cry. Your body continues to rock brokenly on top of the object.

He grabs your chin again and pulls your face from where it'd been smooshed against his chest. His fingers direct you upward, forcing you to look at him.

"Look in my eyes while you cum, darlin'. Look at who's making you feel this good," he says.

Your cheeks fill with heat at the intensity of his gaze. Despite your instinct to look away, you keep your pupils locked on his blue irises, taking in all of the desire swirling there. Everything hits you harder. You tremble even more as the thing between your legs continues bringing you pleasure.

He chuckles and  drops his hand from your face. Once you're beginning the downward slope, he rubs your back, soothing you through it.

"Good girl. Let it all out. I've got you," he murmurs.

He keeps a firm hold on you, ensuring you don't fall off his lap. You continue on shuddering and riding out the rest of the high, but soon enough your body begins to settle. It feels like you're melting down into his chest. Every part of you loosens. You let out a deep sigh. And your eyes flutter.

His hand slithers down between the two of you to carefully extract his gun from the junction of your legs. He slides it out, briefly admiring the small sheen coating it. You scoot closer to be further in his arms as you hear him set the weapon on the table beside you.

He holds you there for a moment, letting you calm down. It's dark out now. Everything's quiet except for the sound of your breathing. His fingers massage the nape of your neck while he looks out at the pitch black expanse outside the walls.

Even though his attention resides elsewhere for the moment, when you shift around, you feel his bulge nudging the plush underside of your thighs. Reaching down, your fingers toy with the button on his jeans.

That same smug expression from earlier returns to his face as his eyes find yours again.

"You want more already?" he teases.

"That was just the warm up. I want the real thing," you say with a tiny smile.

"The real thing, huh? Greedy girl," he tuts playfully. But he adjusts his position a little in a way that you know you're gonna get what you want. "Let's see if you can handle the real thing without waking everybody up."

[lizzyiii]

His Darling (2)

pairing | loki x fem!reader

word count | 6.2k words

taglist | to be added to this taglist just add your username to his DOC summary | you, loki and mobius travel to 1893 in search of ravonna renslayer and miss minutes, where you happen upon a variant of he who remains, victor timely. note | language, sylvie??? a/n | would y'all hate me if I said I actually didn't like sylvies character, so I guess bias could count as a warning

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ - ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

As soon as they brought you back to the TVA, your eyes widened at the chaos unfolding around you. The once-structured organization was now teetering on the edge of collapse. Mobius and Loki quickly led you into a large, bright room, and your jaw dropped when you spotted the Temporal Loom outside the window, its unstable energy crackling in the distance.

Behind you, Loki’s voice broke through the tension, laced with urgency. “So, how do we get in?”

“Without He Who Remains' temporal aura, I don’t know,” a short man with glasses—clearly frazzled—replied, adjusting his frames.

“Well, how much time do we have?” B-15 asked, her gaze lingering on you, clearly surprised and suspicious to see you back in the TVA.

The man continued, launching into a technical explanation, “It’s stable right now, but the branches Dox pruned are growing back. So if we can’t get in there and increase the diameter of the Loom’s intake ring enough to boost throughput and clear that knot of unrefined time…”

Loki’s eyes narrowed as he cut him off, “Wait. Simpler.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping in to clarify, “He’s saying the Loom can’t handle all the new branches. We need to scale its capacity to manage the influx, or it’ll fail. And the TVA will be destroyed.”

“Exactly! And we’re all gonna die,” the man added, as though it were a minor inconvenience. He then turned to you, offering a friendly smile. “I’m Ouroboros, but you can call me OB.”

You returned a tight smile, crossing your arms. “Darling. A pleasure.”

"There has to be another way," Loki insisted, his tone sharp with impatience, though there was an underlying sense of urgency in his eyes.

"We could hack into the system?" Mobius suggested, though the uncertainty in his voice made it clear he was grasping at straws.

OB’s eyes widened with sudden hope as he turned to Mobius, "Really? Oh, that is such a relief!"

Mobius quickly shook his head, backpedaling, "No, no, no, I’m wondering."

Loki stepped in, clarifying with an exasperated sigh, "I think he meant it as an idea, OB."

OB looked visibly deflated but still hopeful. "Can we though?" Mobius asked again, a slight shrug accompanying his words.

You pointed sharply towards the closed window, your voice laced with irritation. "No, Mobius. We need He Who Remains' specific temporal aura to access the Loom. There’s no hacking our way in."

OB sighed in reluctant agreement, "She’s right. We’re all still gonna die." His tone was so matter-of-fact, it bordered on comedic.

"No one's gonna die," B-15 cut in firmly, her voice strong and unyielding as she folded her arms, surveying the room. "There has to be another option."

You looked around, feeling the weight of everyone’s expectations, your mind racing for a solution. Then, a spark of realization hit you. "What about Miss Minutes?" you blurted, the idea forming rapidly. "Perhaps she can open up access to the Loom."

Loki’s gaze flicked to you, a glint of intrigue in his eyes as he nodded, then turned to OB. "Miss Minutes. Can she?"

OB perked up, nodding, "Conceivably, yes. She has administrator access to the entire TVA."

“Administrator access to the whole universe,” Mobius muttered, rubbing his forehead in frustration. “Doesn’t really help us if she’s gone, though. She’s AWOL. How are we supposed to track down a rogue clock that doesn’t want to be found?”

You furrowed your brow, clearly puzzled. “What do you mean she’s gone AWOL?”

Mobius shrugged with a sigh, looking exasperated. “Turns out… she’s pretty much evil now. So, yeah, there’s that.”

You scrunched your nose in mild disbelief, your lips curling slightly in a mix of confusion and annoyance. "An evil artificial intelligence clock? Sure. What a cliche." you murmured.

The room trembled violently, the walls vibrating as the instability of the Loom became increasingly apparent. Papers fluttered off the desk, and the lights flickered ominously.

“I’d say the sooner we find her, the better,” Loki said urgently, his brows knitted together, eyes darting around the chaotic space.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Casey, the receptionist, chimed in from behind a computer, glancing nervously at the screens that blinked erratically. “Miss Minutes sent a whole bunch of intel to Renslayer, and then poof! She vanished.”

B-15 nodded, gesturing towards the monitor displaying the tracking information. “The two hits we had on the TemPad trace point us right to her.”

Loki’s expression sharpened, determination glinting in his eyes. “If we find Renslayer, we find Miss Minutes.”

Mobius chuckled nervously. “That’s gonna be an awkward reunion. Face-to-face with the woman who tried to prune us both.” He grimaced, imagining the scene.

You turned, a brow arched in disbelief. “Renslayer tried to kill you?”

Mobius pursed his lips, nodding slowly. “Pruned me, actually. One minute I’m minding my own business, and the next… whoosh—gone.”

“Look on the bright side,” Loki said with a smirk, “maybe she got it out of her system. Let’s just focus on that cartoon clock.”

Loki and Mobius exchanged a glance, their expressions signaling that it was time to move out. They turned to head toward the exit, but suddenly paused, turning back to you expectantly.

You looked at them in confusion, hands on your hips. “What?”

Mobius gestured toward the door they were about to head through. “Aren’t you coming?”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head with mock seriousness. “Boys, I’m the brains, not the brawn like you two. And I wouldn’t want to be the third wheel in this little good cop, bad cop adventure,” you said, shooting them a sassy smile as you gestured between the two of them.

Loki and Mobius exchanged a glance, still staring at you expectantly, but you merely rolled your eyes and began walking in the direction they were headed, a exasperated look on your face.

You let out a frustrated groan as you struggled to pull your uncomfortable corset higher above your breasts, trying to find some semblance of comfort as you followed Loki and Mobius into the time door. The fabric dug into your ribs, and you couldn’t help but mutter, “Why do women even wear these things?”

Mobius, oblivious to your discomfort, glanced at the TemPad in his hand. “Okay, we got a hit on the TemPad going from right here, Chicago 1868 to the same spot, 1893.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Why would you go to the same place twice?”

“I don’t know,” Mobius replied, his brow furrowing in concentration. “I’m trying to connect the dots. This isn’t a pivotal point in history.” He glanced around at the bleak surroundings, which were devoid of any excitement or intrigue.

“Any major figure arise from here?” Loki pressed, clearly searching for a reason behind the locations.

“No,” Mobius said, scratching his head in confusion.

You chimed in absent-mindedly, your eyes scanning the area. “There was the Chicago Fire, but that took place in 1871.” You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about this whole setup.

Loki nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “Let’s go to 1893.”

Mobius murmured more to himself than to either of you, “Ravonna, what are you up to?”

You hummed in irritation, unable to keep quiet any longer. “You two do realize how uncomfortable I am, right?” You huffed, trying to adjust it again.

Loki flashed you a reassuring grin. “I think the dress looks great on you.”

“Tell that to my organs, which are being rearranged,” you shot back with a sassy tone, a playful glint in your eye despite the discomfort as the three of you stepped through another time door.

As you three stepped through the time door, you were instantly enveloped by the vibrant chaos of a bustling carnival. Brightly colored tents swayed in the breeze, laughter and music filled the air, and the smell of popcorn and caramel wafted tantalizingly around you.

“This can’t be the same place,” Loki said, skepticism lacing his tone as he squinted at the festivities unfolding before you.

“Absolutely it is! How could we have forgotten?” Mobius exclaimed, a gleam of excitement lighting up his eyes. He tapped your arm with enthusiasm, prompting you to give him a withering look. “Chicago World’s Fair, 1893! The White City, Edison, H.H. Holmes! Yes! Hot air balloons!” He gestured wildly, as if trying to lift off into the sky with the balloons themselves.

Loki’s brow furrowed as he pieced together the information. “This makes more sense as a destination. You’re saying they went to 1868 by mistake, then jumped 25 years ahead because this is where they actually wanted to be?”

“No, no,” Mobius said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t describe Renslayer as accident-prone. Plus, if she has Miss Minutes to help her, there’s got to be a purpose for them coming here earlier.”

“We just have to figure it out,” Loki concluded, determination etched on his face.

You watched the two of them with a bemused expression, fully aware that you had become the third wheel in their clear partnership. Already, you had tuned out their animated conversation, despite standing right between them. Your eyes roamed the carnival, searching for any sign that could explain why Renslayer would choose this vibrant place as her destination.

As the two men continued their discussion, Loki making notes in the air with a thoughtful expression while Mobius casually scanned the area like he was on vacation, you instinctively followed them.

You sighed inwardly, resigned to your role in this odd duo, but at least the carnival provided a colorful backdrop to your musings. You tried to catch snippets of their dialogue, but your curiosity about the fairgrounds kept pulling you away, eager to unravel the mystery of Renslayer's presence.

As you continued to survey the carnival, the vibrant sights and sounds momentarily distracted you until you felt a firm shake on your arm. You snapped back to reality, narrowing your eyes at Mobius, who wore a look of mild concern. “What?” you said, pulling your arm away.

“Where’d you go?” he asked, exasperation creeping into his voice. “I called your name like a hundred times.”

You huffed in annoyance, “I’m trying to find Renslayer while you two seem perfectly content to be sightseeing.”

“It’s not me,” Loki chimed in, feigning offense. “It’s Mobius who’s distracted by his cracker jack.”

“Want some?” Mobius offered, his hand outstretched with a bag of caramel popcorn. You looked down at it, scrunching your nose in disgust.

“That’s really bad for your teeth,” you said, wrinkling your face even more.

Mobius rolled his eyes dramatically. “You’re no fun.”

Turning away from him, you scanned the carnival once more when your gaze landed on a sign. “Gentlemen, doesn’t that seem familiar?”

Both men followed your finger, their expressions shifting as they read the large letters spelling out “Temporal.”

“That can’t be a coincidence,” Mobius murmured, a flicker of intrigue in his eyes.

“That’s where we’ll find Renslayer,” Loki agreed, his tone now serious.

You winced, bringing your hand to your forehead as a familiar ache pulsed at your temples. It felt like the universe had decided to stage a protest inside your head.

Loki, ever observant, frowned as he caught sight of your discomfort. “Are you alright?” he asked, concern creasing his brow.

You managed a strained smile, the corners of your lips barely lifting. “Oh, just a delightful migraine, Get them all the time since I left the TVA.”

Mobius glanced at you with curiosity as you continued walking toward the towering science building. “By the way, how long were you on Earth that you managed to become superstar status?” he asked, a playful grin on his face.

“Two years,” you replied, lifting your chin with pride. “Right when that little incident happened where half the population just… poofed.”

Mobius nodded, clearly piecing it together. “You mean the Blip.”

Loki’s confusion was palpable, and he looked between you and Mobius, eyebrows knitted. “What’s a blip?”

Mobius gave Loki’s shoulder a friendly pat as you stepped inside the grand entrance of the science building. “I’ll tell you later,” he promised, clearly amused by Loki’s confusion.

“I think she’s here,” Mobius muttered as the three of you stepped into the lively, bustling room. Laughter, clinking glasses, and conversation swirled around you as the soft lighting added a touch of grandeur.

Loki’s eyebrow arched skeptically as he surveyed the scene. “You think?” he replied dryly, his tone laced with disbelief. His gaze darted from person to person, as though expecting Renslayer to leap out from behind a cocktail menu.

“Well, I don’t know,” Mobius shrugged, gesturing toward the lavish mini bar at the far end. “She does like a good drink.”

You perked up immediately, eyes lighting up as you made a beeline for the bar. “And so do I,” you said with a smirk, heading straight for the bartender.

Before you could get far, Mobius quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, exasperation clear in his voice.

You rolled your eyes dramatically, giving him an impatient look. “I just want a wee martini, Mobius. Calm down. I promise, I won’t start a multiversal crisis over a cocktail.” With a flourish, you pulled your arm away, walking toward the bartender with a confident strut.

Approaching the bar, you flashed your most dazzling, award-ceremony-worthy smile. “A martini, please,” you purred, leaning on the counter, fully embracing the moment.

The bartender smiled back, glancing around briefly before asking, “And where is your husband, madam?”

Your smile instantly dropped, replaced by an incredulous glare. “Excuse me?” You were about to retort when you felt a presence behind you.

His voice, smooth as silk and dangerously close to your ear, made your skin tingle as he spoke. “A martini for my wife, please,” Loki said in that charmingly smug way he had, barely containing his amusement.

The bartender blinked, then hastily nodded, scurrying off to prepare the drink as if Loki himself were royalty—which, to be fair, wasn’t far from the truth.

You turned to face Loki, rolling your eyes dramatically at him, though a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “Thank you, husband,” you muttered under your breath, giving him a pointed look.

As soon as the bartender handed you your martini, you took a slow, deliberate sip, savoring the cool taste as you casually scanned the room. It wasn’t long before you felt Loki's gaze on you, his eyes lingering, focused, as if searching for something just beyond reach.

“I feel like I know you,” Loki blurted out suddenly, his voice quiet but intense, cutting through the noise of the room.

Your eyes snapped to his, and for a brief moment, the air felt heavy. You shifted awkwardly, trying to mask the odd familiarity you were feeling too. “Maybe it’s just déjà vu,” you quipped with a raised brow, trying to downplay the tension. Your voice was light, but underneath, something flickered.

“Perhaps,” Loki murmured, his eyes still not leaving you, the wheels in his mind visibly turning. After a beat, he extended his arm toward you, a subtle invitation. With a sigh, you slipped your arm through his, and the two of you set off to find Mobius.

It didn’t take long. Mobius was lurking at the edge of the room, his face set in a look of quiet triumph as soon as he spotted you. “I found her,” he whispered, leaning in as he gestured discreetly with his head.

Both you and Loki turned, eyes locking on Renslayer standing amidst the crowd. She was near the stage, dressed in a plain outfit that somehow felt out of place among the excitement of the gathering, her eyes fixed eagerly on the scene unfolding in front of her.

“Don’t let her see you,” Loki whispered in your ear, his voice urgent but calm, as if this were just another puzzle to solve.

Before you could reply, the room dimmed, the lights flickering out as the curtains on the stage slowly pulled back. A hush fell over the crowd, anticipation rippling through the air.

Revealed on stage was a strange, intricate machine, its polished gears glinting under the spotlight. You furrowed your brow, watching as the audience murmured in excitement.

“Is that the Loom?” Mobius asked, confusion lacing his voice as he squinted toward the stage.

“I think so,” Loki replied, his gaze dark and thoughtful, his fingers tightening slightly around your arm as if bracing for what was to come next.

You took another sip of your martini, glancing between Loki and the strange machine on the stage. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it’s worth all the dramatics. My feet are killing me.”

As the man on stage began to speak, his voice slow and deliberate, the dim lighting obscured his face, adding to the eeriness of the moment. “Time is everything,” he droned on, his words drawn out, “It moves… through each and every one of us.”

The man continued, his voice even more excruciatingly slow. “It shapes our… lives. Our… futures. But perhaps we can shape… it.” As he finished, the lights clicked on, revealing his face.

Your head snapped toward Loki just as he gasped, his normally cool exterior cracking for a moment. “It’s him,” he said, his voice edged with something that surprised you—fear.

“Who’s him?” you asked, more curious than alarmed.

Loki’s expression darkened as he leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “He Who Remains.”

You frowned, glancing back at the man on stage. He didn’t exactly look menacing, more like an eccentric professor with a flair for theatrics. Mobius, on the other hand, chuckled lightly. “What? You made him sound like this terrifying figure.”

Loki’s jaw tightened, his voice dropping low as he leaned in closer. “He is terrifying. You don’t understand.”

You cast a skeptical look at Loki, eyeing the man on stage again. “He looks like I could push him over with one finger.”

Loki shot you a sharp look, his seriousness unshaken. “Trust me, that would be the last thing you’d ever do.”

You raised an eyebrow at Loki, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “So, what now? We wait for him to give a TED Talk on the end of time, or do we actually have a plan?”

Loki nodded firmly, acknowledging your point. “You’re right. We can’t just stand here. It’s one of the Variants He Who Remains warned me about. It’s beginning... something is coming.”

Mobius, however, remained skeptical, glancing at the man on stage. “Look where we are. Does he look like he’s about to conquer all of time?”

Despite yourself, you found the man’s words intriguing as he continued his demonstration, detailing how his Temporal Loom inverts the Temporal Decay of electricity, lowering its entropy, and gathering it into fine threads of power. His enthusiasm grew as he explained how his device could generate enough energy to light the whole of Chicago, much more than Edison ever could.

As he fully lit up the Loom, the room was bathed in a bright glow, and the crowd erupted into applause. You, without even thinking, joined in, clapping along with them. Loki gave you a sidelong glance, clearly unimpressed by your enthusiasm.

You blinked innocently and leaned closer to Loki, murmuring, “We need to bring him back to the TVA.”

Loki whipped his head toward you, incredulous. “Are you out of your mind? You can’t trust a Variant of He Who Remains in the TVA. That’s madness.”

“Madness or not, that’s a later problem,” Mobius interrupted, his tone practical. “We have a very serious now problem.”

Loki exhaled sharply, clearly frustrated. “The Loom…”

“Exactly,” you chimed in, gesturing toward Victor Timely, the man on stage. “And his aura is the only thing that can give us access to the Loom. Like it or not, we need him.”

Mobius nodded in agreement. “And who knows what else he can do?”

Loki wasn’t convinced, but before he could argue further, Mobius raised an eyebrow and scanned the crowd. “I mean how were we ever planning to get Renslayer or Miss Minutes to help us? Speaking of which where the hell are they?”

You squinted, searching the crowd, and then spotted her. “Um, gentlemen... Over there.”

Mobius groaned, seeing Renslayer engaged in conversation with Victor Timely. “Great. She’s talking to our guy.”

Loki cursed under his breath. “This way,” he said, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you and Mobius toward the far side of the room. “We need to move—now.”

As the three of you rushed through the crowded room, trying to catch Victor, you accidentally bumped into a massive man. His hand shot out, gripping your arm tightly. "Watch where you're going," he growled.

You tried to yank your arm free, but his grip was like iron. With an irritated glare, you said, "Pardon me, now will you please let go?"

The man smirked down at you, clearly amused by your defiance. "Aren’t you a pretty one."

You opened your mouth, ready to unleash a barrage of sarcastic insults, but before you could, another hand slid around your forearm, pulling you free from the man's grip with ease.

Loki stepped between you and the brute, his eyes glinting mischievously as he protectively positioned you behind him. You were about to insist that you could handle yourself, but Loki spoke first, his voice cool and dangerous. "Now, is that any way to treat a lady?"

"Loki, it's fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes but appreciating the intervention. "Let’s go."

Mobius, ever the practical one, chimed in, his voice edged with impatience. "Come on, he’s getting away! Can we deal with this later, please?"

The brute sneered, knocking Loki’s hat off with a flick of his hand, towering over him condescendingly. "How about we settle this outside, little man?"

"Gently," Mobius murmured cautiously, eyes darting nervously between the two.

Loki’s lips curled into a dark smile. "Outside? Excellent suggestion." He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a menacing purr. "I agree."

With a single, elegant gesture from Loki’s hand, green smoke enveloped the large man, and in an instant, he vanished, leaving only shocked gasps in his wake. Your jaw dropped slightly as you muttered, “Well, that's one way to take him outside."

"Come on," Loki murmured, taking your arm with a self-satisfied look as Mobius scrambled to do damage control, raising his hands to calm the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen, the amazing Loki! He’ll be here all week!"

The crowd broke into hesitant applause, still reeling from the spectacle, as you, Loki, and Mobius slipped out of the building.

The three of you finally caught up to Victor Timely, just as Renslayer was about to usher him away. The tension in the air was palpable as all of you spoke at once, trying to capture Victor’s attention.

Amid the chaos, a disgruntled stranger suddenly stepped forward, cutting through the noise. "I want my money back, Timely. These trousers don’t work."

Victor’s expression didn’t even flicker, except for a tiny twitch in his eye. He slipped seamlessly into damage control mode, his voice slick with practiced charm. "Councilman! What on Earth are you talking about? You look taller already. I told you, these trousers are a prototype. Perhaps… a few adjustments next week?"

"Next week?" The councilman frowned.

"Yes, next week," Victor nodded with a wide, reassuring grin. "All sorted. Fine?"

"Fine," the man muttered, clearly pacified.

"Fine," Victor echoed with an air of finality, nodding before turning back to you all, still smiling.

"Mechanical trousers?" Mobius asked, raising an eyebrow.

Loki observed Victor with narrowed eyes. "You’re a confidence trickster."

"More like a garden-variety con artist," you chimed in, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you folded your arms, clearly unimpressed.

Victor, ever the showman, raised a finger as if to correct you. "Luminary is the word you’re looking for," he said with a flourish, now leading the four of you forward.

"Of course," Loki replied, his voice suddenly honeyed with mock politeness. "Forgive me."

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, of course. Let's all pretend we're in the presence of greatness." You shot Loki a sideways glance.

"Just keep playing along," Loki murmured back.

"My ideas are just ahead of their time," Victor Timely insisted, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he gestured dramatically.

Loki leaned in, his voice smooth and charismatic. "Why wouldn’t they be? You’re clearly a genius," he said, flashing that signature Loki grin.

Timely nodded eagerly, oblivious to the sarcasm. "The concepts are bona fide! I just need the crude technology of this era to catch up with my visionary mind." He started to ramble on, his hands flying through the air as he outlined his grand ideas.

You shot Loki a knowing glance. "Do you know? I never doubted it for a second," Loki replied, barely concealing his amusement.

"Enlightened fellows never do," Timely proclaimed proudly, puffing out his chest.

But then a voice cut through the air, piercing the bubble of Timely's ego. "Your inventions are fake, Timely!"

There was a beat of silence as everyone turned to the source of the interruption. Timely’s expression shifted from pride to panic. He quickly glanced at the four of you, then back at the commotion. "Excuse me," he muttered, his bravado collapsing as he bolted.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "I’m not running in this corset," you huffed, entirely serious as you adjusted the hem of your outfit, which was definitely not made for sprinting. The fabric felt constricting, and the last thing you wanted was to trip over yourself and have your breasts spill out.

But before you could finish your protest, Loki grasped your wrist with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Too late," he smirked, and just like that, he took off running after Timely, dragging you along with him.

As you both dashed through the chaotic crowd, your heels clicked against the ground, and you could feel the weight of the corset digging into your lungs. Finally, you caught up with them, leaning on your knees to catch your breath.

Loki had cornered Victor, grabbing him by the collar. “Victor. All right. You’re clearly really good at getting away,” he said, his voice low and playful.

Victor adjusted his glasses, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “We have that in common,” he murmured, brushing off the tension as if it were just another day in his peculiar life.

Just as you opened your mouth to interject, "Loki," a shout rang out from behind you. A blonde woman burst onto the scene, brandishing a dagger that seemed ridiculously oversized for anyone's comfort. You squinted at her weapon. Was it a dagger or a short sword? Either way, it looked dangerous.

“Sylvie! Sylvie, no!” Loki shouted, his voice rising in urgency as he instinctively stepped in front of Victor and you, putting himself between you and the threat.

You barely had time to react before he shoved you and Victor into a nearby cart of the Ferris Wheel, the colorful lights spinning above adding a surreal touch to the chaos.

“Just wait. Just wait for a second,” he urged, trying to keep his tone calm even as he faced the incoming storm.

“You’ve done enough,” Sylvie hissed at Loki, her eyes blazing with fury. “Get out of my face and let me finish the job.”

"When you showed up out of nowhere to ruin my life!" the blonde woman continued, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Your irritation surged, and you could feel the tension in the air thickening. "You asked me what I would do if one of his Variants turned up. And I told you then, I’d kill him."

Victor, caught in the crossfire, blinked in confusion. "What is going on?" he stuttered, glancing back and forth between the two of you.

"We need him," Loki said, standing protectively in front of Timely, his expression a mix of defiance and concern. "Without his help, the TVA will be destroyed."

"Good. Let it burn," she hissed, glaring at Loki as if he were the source of all her problems. "Do you care about anything but the TVA?"

Victor blinked again, his mind racing. "The TVA… the Time Variance Authority," he repeated, almost as if trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Victor, not the time," you interjected, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you rolled your eyes.

Fed up with the escalating confrontation, you stepped in front of Loki, staring the obviously deranged woman down. "Look, babe, I don't know who the hell you are, but if the Loom fails and the TVA is destroyed, there won’t be a life to go back to. Not for you, not for me. And we can’t fix it without him." Your words hung in the air, bold and challenging.

She seemed eager to stick her dagger into you now, and you felt Loki shift protectively, positioning himself between you and the threat. The woman ranted on, "Stopping that place from being destroyed and fixing it are two very, very different things. And working with one of his Variants isn’t gonna get you anywhere."

"Well, your machete hasn’t solved any problems thus far," Loki shot back.

"Oh, it's a machete," you couldn't help but murmur.

“Do you think I want to be here? Do you think I’m gonna get any joy out of killing that man?” she spat, her grip tightening on the weapon.

From behind Loki, you chimed in, "Seems like you do."

Loki ignored your comment, focusing instead on Sylvie. "Then don’t."

“Where do you think he got that book?” Sylvie demanded, her eyes narrowing as she snatched the small volume from Victor’s hand with a flick of her wrist.

It sailed through the air, and you instinctively ducked as it hurtled toward Loki. He caught it with ease, confusion etched across his face as you both exchanged glances, wondering how Victor could possibly have a copy of the TVA manual.

“If you and the TVA hadn’t messed with him, he’d have remained harmless,” she continued, her voice rising in fervor. “But instead, you weaponized him.”

“What are you on about?” Loki replied, furrowing his brow, clearly at a loss.

“Renslayer set him on a path he wasn’t meant for! And now you’re waltzing him straight back into the TVA—the thief of all free will. The most dangerous man who ever lived!” She punctuated her words by pointing her machete at Victor, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were missing something crucial.

“Sylvie, I’ve never met this man in my life!” Loki exclaimed, his voice firm but incredulous. “I didn’t give him this book. I only learned Victor Timely’s name today. I was shocked when I saw his face. Maybe you’re right—perhaps we should throw him off this Ferris wheel. But we need him. The TVA needs him. The lives they protect need him!”

“You haven’t got a clue, have you?” Sylvie shot back, her disbelief palpable as she processed Loki’s words.

With a sudden burst of movement, she charged at Loki, and he quickly dodged, using his magic to keep Timely shielded behind him. You tried to keep out of the line of fire, your heart racing now as you maneuvered to avoid the chaos.

“Those lives—your home—are in danger!” Loki insisted, pointing toward Sylvie with a fierce determination. “And right now, he may be our best hope of saving them!”

Sylvie paused, her expression conflicted. “This is all very familiar, isn’t it? I can’t let him live,” she murmured, her tone heavy with the weight of her convictions.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated, but just as you went to speak, you noticed the magic crackling around both Loki and Sylvie, energy pulsing in the air.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, but it was too late to react. A brilliant flash of green erupted, and you felt the force of their magic collide, propelling you out of the Ferris wheel window. Time seemed to slow as you flew through the air, your heart racing, before you plummeted into the lake below.

The cold water enveloped you as you gasped for air, the remnants of their magic still buzzing through your body. Panic surged as you struggled against your heavy dress, which felt like it was dragging you down.

You finally broke the surface, spluttering and coughing, desperate for breath. Clumsily, you heaved yourself onto the stone wall surrounding the lake, the rough edges scraping against your skin. A familiar migraine throbbed in your temples, forcing you to wince and groan.

“Darling!” Loki’s alarmed voice sliced through the chaos, and you turned to see him rushing toward you, his expression a mix of concern and urgency. “C’mon, Renslayer escaped with Timely. We have to move!”

Irritation flared within you, overpowering the pain. You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface.

Loki paused, his brow furrowed in confusion as he studied your face, his perfect features clouded by concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuine bewilderment in his voice.

You snapped your eyes to him, letting out a hollow laugh that dripped with sarcasm. “What’s wrong?! How about the fact that some crazy woman just showed up out of nowhere, screaming her lungs out? Or the fact that I had a machete pointed at me more than once?”

You put your hand to your heart in mock shock, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Oh, and let’s not forget the little detail of being blasted by not one, but two gods."

Loki winced as your voice escalated, his expression shifting to a mix of concern and discomfort. As he opened his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “Can someone please tell me what the fuck that was about?”

At that moment, Mobius appeared, awkwardly pedaling a ridiculous three-seater bike. He glanced at your drenched form and offered a soft, reassuring smile. “Oh, you’re okay,” he said, relief evident in his tone.

Loki cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “That was Sylvie. My variant. She’s the one who killed He Who Remains.”

You scoffed, folding your arms tightly against your chest, the damp fabric of your dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin. “Oh, so she’s basically the reason the Loom is failing,” you shot back, your voice dripping with spite.

“It’s not as simple as that,” Loki replied, his voice softer, almost pleading.

“It kind of is, Loki,” you said, narrowing your eyes and leveling your gaze at him, frustration etched into your features.

The tension hung thick in the air, palpable as Mobius shifted uncomfortably beside the bike, his usual ease replaced by uncertainty. “Are you okay, Darling?” he murmured skeptically, concern flickering across his face.

“No, I’m not okay!” you shouted, frustration bubbling over. “I’m scraped, I’m wet—” But before you could continue your rant, a warm, almost tingling breeze enveloped you, and suddenly, you felt dry.

You turned to glare at Loki, who wore a sheepish expression, his eyes darting away as if caught red-handed. “Don’t ever use magic on me without my permission,” you snapped, your irritation flaring.

“Of course,” Loki murmured, though the hint of a smile tugged at his lips, as if he found your reaction amusing.

You bent down, pressing your fingers against your temples, the unbearable pain returning in sharp waves. You felt Loki’s hesitant hand on your back, ready to comfort, but you waved it away, forcing a tight smile. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” you insisted, though the weariness in your voice betrayed you.

Mobius cleared his throat, eager to shift the focus away from your discomfort. He gestured to the bike, his eyes hopeful. “I thought we could use this—”

“Absolutely not,” Loki interjected, his tone a mix of disbelief and disdain as you both exchanged looks of disgust at the contraption.

“Over my dead body,” you shot back, crossing your arms defiantly.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!💚💛

[dragonheart2497]

things twitter migrants may find useful that dont often get included in "how to tumblr" posts

1- queueing!

instead of feeling bad for spam-reblogging and clogging up other people's feeds, you can click the dropdown and add it to your queue instead!

you can edit how many times a day your queue posts, and between what hours. You can easily re-order or completely shuffle your queue as well!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG STUFF. Tumblr doesn't run on an algorithm!! YOU are responsible for putting cool stuff onto your followers feeds!

"but if i reblog too much people can't see my posts!" i have just the thing for you

2- personal tags

You can have different tags you use on your blog to help people navigate! for example, i use "dh rb art" when I reblog art and "dh rb" for most other reblogs- that's so that people can filter my reblogs out of their feeds if they dont wanna see that, and only want my original posts to show up.

On the other hand, my art is tagged "dh2497" so they can easily search my account for it!

If you open a person's blog and click the search button, a list of Featured Tags will show up. By default this is just the blogger's most used tags, but you can customize what shows up on yours in your blog settings

You can follow entire hashtags too! if you wanna see hermitcraft fanart without following every hermitcraft artist, follow the tag :D

3- Filtering

Tumblr actually hides things you don't wanna see, very nicely!

In your account settings, you can filter specific tags, and even specific words that show up in the post.

sometimes different bloggers warning tag differently (i do [trigger] tw or [content] cw) so you can try to input every variant, but if its something you really want to avoid just put it in the post content as well. Blocklists aren't really a tumblr thing, so if you wanna avoid an entire community you can block their tag as well

NEVER. CENSOR. YOUR WARNINGS. PLEASE. On twitter or tiktok or wherever, you may have to do that or else the algorithm suppresses it- THERES NO ALGORITHM HERE!!! if someone reblogs your post, it will show up for others, don't worry!!! you're just bypassing filters placed for people's safety, if you censor words.

Also! don't worry too much if a word you wanna filter is commonly used in unrelated contexts- tumblr doesn't remove it entirely, but rather adds a 'spoiler' so that you have to click on it to view it. So just in case it is what you want to avoid, you have time to prepare to see it.

4- effective tagging

[read more in detail here] Only the first 5 tags will show up for people who follow the hashtag. That makes them the most important! Then, the first 20 tags will make the post show up when searching that tag. The rest of them do not give your post any visibility.

I see a lot of people reblogging art with fanart tags- that can be useful for searching back the tag in the reblogger's blog specifically, but doesn't actually give the OP more visibility in that tag.

You'll learn what tags to use by checking the content you come across! most communities are "[word]blr", and most fanart goes "#[character/show] fanart". tumblr tags can have spaces!

Lastly, a few notes

you will only have 1 PRIMARY blog. this will appear when you like a post, comment on a post, or follow a blog. your sideblogs will not link back to your primary blog, but you cannot do those interactions as those sideblogs.

artists love receiving compliments when you reblog!! commenting does NOT boost the post. most people put their compliments in the TAGS of their reblog, so that it doesn't become a long post/thread, and if people reblog the reblog of your reblog you won't keep gettings notifications about it. The artist will still see and very much appreciate it

read up on tumblr etiquette, do not treat this place like twitter or you'll be disliked lol. there are some 'big blogs' but follower counts aren't public, popularity isn't a contest here. make friends, or just block/ignore people you don't get along with. no one cares about your petty arguments

if you noticed the lil cat in my screenshots, that's from a very useful browser extension called XKit!! it enables 1-click queue reblogs (automatically adding your tags), mass-post editing, and lots of other great tweaks vanilla tumblr doesn't have! and the cat is a silly cute thing you can enable in it as well

[pseudowho]

At the risk of giving any ounce of credence to that unwelcome asker, you once reblogged one of my works, which went on to become my most popular piece as a result of that increased boost in visibility for my small, relatively new account. Even so, it was the incredibly kind comment/review you left that made a lasting impact on me. So that asker was: A) Clearly loud and wrong B) Some things are much more valuable than the number of "likes" on Tumblr. Perhaps this is something they could reflect on if they'd spend less time pocket-watching other people's supposed engagement numbers on a social media site. Keep doing you, I enjoy reading both your work and the banter between you and Mr. Haitch!

One thing I've always sworn to do, is to maintain honesty and sincerity regarding my personal reblog culture. I ensure I only reblog the things that I adore, that I think are really amazing quality, or that explore something/use language in such a way/characterise very well/make me laugh, etc. in a way that makes it feel outstanding to me.

As such, all of my reblogs are heartfelt, and while I may reblog some writers more than once, it's because they've done these things more than once. I love to save for myself, and to share amazing work.

I'm aware that having a large following and sharing someone's work can make a massive difference to the amount of interaction they see...but it only opens the audience for their work a little bit.

It's not the barrier being opened. I'm not gatekeeping anything by being a "Big Blog™��'. It's not the big thing that determines whether someone gets more likes or followers. I had basically no followers when I started, and wrote and wrote and wrote to gain it.

What I see more and more is a shift towards cliquey and insincere reblogging. People repeatedly hyping work not for the quality, but because it's their friend and the 'positive reblog culture' has actually been transformed into a 'toxic reblog culture'.

This also flips the other way-- when someone or a group of people decide they don't like you, they stop reblogging or engaging with your work at all, even when they apparently loved it once before.

Isn't that sad? That tells you they're not really here for the art at all.

I'm here for the art; I'll reblog a great piece even if I don't personally like the person who created it. I'm not talking about giving genuinely horrible people a platform; just those whose personalities don't get along with mine. I'll still reblog their work if I love it, even if I know they hate me. Because I'm a big fucking girl.

I think half the reason my reblogging is so effective, as it was for you, is because I hand-on-heart love every piece I reblog.

How many times have you seen someone reblog their friend over and over and over, hyping their work beyond reasonability, and as such it feels insincere and forced?

Why has artwork and literature become one big Boys' Club, when we should be trying to push our world away from these bizarre "Us Vs Them" practices?

I don't sit and watch my notes. I keep receiving bitter assertions that the "only reason I have X notes is because I have X followers"...as if the notes mean everything, as if my writing hasn't drawn people to engage with my work, as if I came by my followers by luck instead of anything else?

I could wax lyrical all night.

Tl;dr-- toxic cliquey reblog culture is a scourge. You can rely on my reblogs to be utterly sincere and not driven by loyalty disguised as 'positive reblog culture', but based on my genuine love for what I reblog.

I'm so glad that any reblogs I've given you have increased the notice your work has received, but quite frankly, if your work gained traction after I reblogged it, I barely nudged your work-- its quality was its main driving force.

So don't do yourself dirty. You're fantastic.

I'm prepared to lose followers and gain more blocks even for this. People don't like being told they're arseholes, especially when they pretend they're above petty bullshit like this.

I'm here, and I have fun. I don't obsess over any of this. I really hope you stay for the fun too, and if you want a non-anon message, I'm more than happy for it, as I always am.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[imdigitalvinod]

Tumblr Content Mastery: What Resonates with Users and Why It Works

Creating content that resonates on Tumblr involves tapping into the platform's unique culture and understanding what its users gravitate toward. Here’s a breakdown of content types that tend to perform well:

1. Visual Content

GIFs: Tumblr is known for its love of GIFs. Animated GIFs, particularly those that are humorous, relatable, or fandom-related, are highly shareable.

Art and Illustrations: Original art, fan art, and creative illustrations gain traction. Artists often find Tumblr a supportive place for sharing their work.

Photography: Aesthetic photos, especially those with a distinct style or theme (e.g., nature, fashion, architecture), are popular. High-quality images are more likely to be reblogged.

2. Fandom-Related Content

Fan Fiction: Writing stories related to popular movies, TV shows, books, or video games. This content is often reblogged by members of the fandom.

Memes and Fandom Jokes: Content that captures the inside jokes of a particular fandom can spread rapidly within those communities.

Fan Theories and Discussions: Posts analyzing plot points, characters, or future events in popular media.

3. Text-Based Posts

Quotes and Poetry: Short, impactful quotes, poetry, and micro-stories are widely shared. Posts with a strong emotional appeal tend to resonate well.

Personal Stories and Anecdotes: Posts that share personal experiences or thoughts, often with a touch of humor or vulnerability, can attract attention.

Tips and Advice: How-tos, tutorials, and life hacks are useful content that gets shared, especially if they’re presented in an easy-to-read format.

4. Niche and Subcultural Content

Subcultures: Tumblr users often rally around niche subcultures (e.g., goth, cottagecore, vaporwave). Content that caters to these subcultures can gain a dedicated following.

Aesthetic Blogs: Blogs that focus on specific aesthetics (e.g., dark academia, minimalism) are popular. They often curate content that fits a specific visual theme.

5. Social Justice and Activism

Awareness Posts: Tumblr has a strong activist community. Content related to social justice, environmentalism, and awareness campaigns tends to perform well.

Educational Content: Posts that inform or educate about various issues, especially when combined with impactful visuals.

6. Rebloggable Content

Relatable Humor: Funny and relatable posts, often involving text posts with tags, can go viral. Tumblr users appreciate humor that taps into shared experiences.

Interactive Content: Polls, questions, and posts that encourage participation (e.g., “Reblog with your favorite…”).

7. Music and Audio Content

Playlists and Music Recommendations: Curated playlists, music recommendations, and audio posts featuring new or obscure artists can attract music enthusiasts.

Audio Clips and Podcasts: Short audio clips, especially those tied to popular culture or fandoms, can resonate with the community.

8. Tumblr-Specific Trends

Tumblr Challenges: Participation in Tumblr-specific challenges or trends (e.g., reblog challenges) can boost visibility.

Seasonal and Event-Based Content: Posts tailored to specific events or seasons (e.g., Halloween, Pride Month) often see a spike in engagement.

Tips for Success:

Engage with the Community: Reblogging, commenting, and participating in Tumblr conversations can help increase your reach.

Tagging: Use relevant tags to ensure your content is discoverable. Tags should be specific to your post's theme or subject matter.

Consistency: Regularly posting and maintaining a consistent theme or aesthetic can help build a dedicated following.

Tumblr's user base is diverse, so experimenting with different content types and paying attention to what resonates with your audience is key.

[dreamteamemojis]

How-To Tumblr for Dtblr :]

So, I've seen a few newer blogs start arriving from people who have never used this site/app before and I just thought this might be helpful to get started because it's quite a bit different from Twitter.

To start, the dtblr community has dwindled since last year so there are literally only about 500 of us left I'd say and thats being generous and including lurkers. Speaking of that, lurking is a great way to learn how to use this site! Follow a few blogs or lurk in the main tags for a while to get vibe of how people use this app. When you find a blog you like, see who they are reblogging from and check out their blogs, its a good way to find people to follow since people like to keep their follow lists private.

Making your blog! First things first, get a pfp and a basic bio at least or people will assume you are a bot and block you if you follow them.

On tumblr we have Main Blogs and Side Blogs. Everyone has one Main Blog, and you can add a bunch of side blogs, people use them to keep their fandoms separate and to save urls (don't hoard too many urls on blogs you dont use, it kinda sucks and is technically not allowed, but around 5-10 isnt so bad). A lot of people also might use side blogs because they dont want to get blocked by someone they are following or liking from that is in a different fandom. Like, if you wanted to follow blogs from other mcyt communities, I would stongly recommend making a dtblr side blog instead of a main, because you will most likely get blocked. There are a couple of differences between Main and Side blogs though, here is a link to the main tumblr help post about them but a couple quick things here-

-Main blogs are where you (and everyone else if you don't turn it off!) can see your likes and follows. Everything that you like or follow will show up under your Main blogs url, so keep that in mind.

-Main blogs are what you send Asks off anon from, you cannot send asks using your Side blogs url, so again, keep that in mind.

-When you block someone, it will only block them from your Main blog, you have to manually type in their url to block them from your Side blog. You can also ip block Anons who are being shitty or harassing you.

Lots of people will have Pinned Posts that you can basically use a longer bio (I recommend making them non-rebloggable). You don't have to make one and it's not weird if you don't, but you have the option. Lots of people have 'Blinkies' in their pinned, you can make them here if you want.

Tips for your settings!

-Hide your Likes and Follows!!! Even if you come from Twitter and you think it's not a big deal, it's kinda seen as really weird here to leave them visible and it makes you stand out and people weary of you, plus you should enjoy the privacy!

-Under Account, turn off 'show top posts'. You can also choose whether or not you want to allow Anon asks from there. if you are getting hate, I recommend turning them off for a while.

-I recommend going to Dashboard Preferences and turning Off 'best stuff first', and then turning On'shorten long posts' and 'snooze Tumblr live' (you will have to snooze tumblr live every 7 days but trust me basically everyone does it).

-This is actually pretty important, go to Account settings and turn OFF 'let people blaze my posts'. That feature allows other users, without your permission, to pay to have your post boosted as an ad basically to a certain amount of random people. this can even be done with your asks, and it has the potential to cause harassment and I strongly recommend turning it off.

-Under Account setting and Content you see, that is where you will be able to filter out tags that you do not want to see. For neg I would recommend, #neg #negativity, #discourse etc. If you don't want to see certain ships you can filter those. For stuff like spiders, I would do a couple variations of #spiders, #tw spiders, #spiders tw #arachnaphobia, etc. because there are a lot of different ways people will end up tagging stuff like that. This is also where you can change your Mature Content setting. They default to Hide, so set those as you prefer. You can Hide, Blur, or Show.

This is a link to the x-kit extension, it has a lot of customizable settings for tumblr, but it can only be used on desktop and requires a little more knowledge about using the site but its here if you want it.

I think those are the most important things, other settings can be left up to your personal preference (try out the color palettes to find your favorite!!)

Tags!

-Tags and Tagging are super useful on Tumblr! This post has a very good rundown of how Dtblr uses Tags to filter content for the community, pls learn these they will help you a bunch!!!

-When you make a post, the first 5 tags are the most important, they will show up in the tracked tags. So make sure you use community/main tags first if you want your posts to be seen, this is most useful for artists or gif makers etc.

-When you reblog a post, the tags are just for adding commentary and organizing your blog, you dont have to worry about your tags from a reblogged post ending up in the main tag searches. Talking in the tags is very fun and a great way for even shy people (me) to interact with the community. They are used a lot more than Replies, it tends to be mostly mutuals that use Replies on each other's posts, but it wouldn't exactly be weird if you did choose to comment in the Replies.

-You can use custom tags for your blog! Lots of people come up with custom tags for their asks, their personal posts, just pick your favorite variation of gnf, gogy, gogs, georgie, and many more to organize your george gifs! and its also pretty common to see someone post a . (just a lone period or comma) and then just rant in the tags. people do that if they want to vent or something but dont want it to be reblogged. - if someone reblogs a post and tags it with 'prev' they are referring to the tags of the person they reblogged the post from, the 'previous' tags. (tumblr recently nuked this feature with the new update but you might still see people doing it, its just super hard to find the source now)

-#709 and #404 are common tags that people will use on posts from outside of dtblr to stay covert/subtle so as to not get mass blocked when referencing our ccs. #709 refers to Dream and #404 to George.

-Tagging posts as #nsfw has the potential to get your blog restricted. I recommend using #nsft (not safe for tumblr) or #not sfw instead.

Etiquette

Liking and Reblogging- Tumblr does not have an algorithm, liking posts is basically just bookmarking them. If you want to support writers/authors/gif makers etc. PLEASE reblog their posts, it is the only way for them to gain visibility. You can even make sideblogs specifically for reblogging art or fanfiction if you wanted to.

We don't make call-out posts here. If you have a problem with a user, block them, end of story.

And we do NOT interact with Anti or Critblr posts. Critblr is tumblrs Leaktwt, do not interact with them, follow them, reblog from them, or bring attention to them, you will be blocked by the majority of the community if you do. We are very small, and interacting with anti posts will do absolutely nothing but bring us all mass harassment and invite them to start interacting with us. Pls do not screenshot their posts and share those either especially with the url visible. If you feel the need to have discussions with antis, do so on twitter. Please ask before screenshotting and uploading someone's post to twitter. A lot of us are not comfortable with it at all, and some of us are okay with it as long as you leave out the url but please ask because we generally dont want our stuff on that platform where CCs could potentially see it.

And I think thats all I've got i think, so I hope this post helps you guys with getting started on Tumblr! :]

[have-you-read-this-short-fiction]

SUBMISSIONS ARE OPENING AGAN!

Hello everybody, it's that time once again! Send in short stories, novellas, and short story collections and we will see whether tumblr has read them!

Going over some general rules again first:

Submissions will stay open until Tuesday. Once it's Tuesday, I will close it. I may close early if I get an influx of submissions. I also might extend submissions if I want more.

Make sure to go through the list of all stories that have already been submitted and posted. I know it's long, but feel free to use the "Find" tool to see if what you want to submit is already on there.

Limit yourself to only submitting about five pieces in each category. If I extend submissions to be longer than originally intended, feel free to submit a few more, but otherwise try not to do more. Be courteous to others who want to submit things.

Feel free to submit things that are well known classics + lesser known pieces!

Do not submit full-length novels, even if they're shorter. This is for short stories, novellas (under 40K words), or short story collections. Please consider going to @haveyoureadthisbook-poll @haveyoureadthismgyabook or @haveyoureadthisfantasybook or @haveyoureadthisqueerbook, among other poll blogs (those are just the ones I follow so I know about them)

Do not submit plays or poems. We have had some problems with people submitting plays before, and like, I love plays! But that's not the focus of this blog. We're focusing on prose here. Even if it's a book of poetry or a verse poetry book, do not submit them. Please consider going to @haveyoureadthispoem-poll and @do-you-know-this-play

Consider submitting with a link to the piece you are submitting. Of course, if you don't have one/can't find one, that's perfectly alright. But if it's an older piece that is in the public domain/easily Googlable OR is a piece originally published online/in a publicly accessible literary magazine, others would love to read it as well :)

If you have any questions, the ask box is always open <3 Even if you just want to share some thoughts about your pieces, feel free to drop by in the ask box !!!

SUBMISSIONS LINK!

Thank you everyone :) Consider reblogging this post if you submit something, boosting its visibility, and helping more people see and submit things!

[boomstab-papa]

Tae's guide to Pillowfort

So you fucking hate what tumblr is doing, you're fed up, but you don't know where else to go / what to do when you get there

Here's a guide what I've been up to over on Pillowfort:

For starters, new users need to either get an invite code (message me if you want one, because I literally always have some!) or donate to Pillowfort's operating costs to get started. I recommend getting a code first, and then donating later if you decide you like Pillowfort.

Recognize that Pillowfort has no ads and does not sell user data, so you are not the product. You are the customer. Pillowfort lives because users give their money to the webisite directly, just like how ArchiveOfOurOwn.org operates. If you give Pillowfort a try... and you want to see it keep growing... and you have a couple bucks to throw their way... please consider donating!

On your new account, you'll set up your blog. User icon, description, settings, etc. You get one blog per account. Consider making this your "everything" blog, where you make your original posts AND reblog things.

Consider making a Community that will serve the same purpose as a tumblr sideblog. For example, I made my main blog ceylon-tae and then made the Community "ceylon-tae-art". Just make the Community for now.

Did you set your NSFW and blacklist preferences? You should. Filters & Blacklist have their own link in the sidebar, so you don't have to go into your Settings every time you want to blacklist something. Easy!

Join some more Communities! Think of joining a [Fandom] Community like following the [Fandom] tag on tumblr. Posts from that Community will show up on your feed now! Here is a list of the currently-most-active communities.

Follow some people! You might have seen some of your comrades on tumblr posting their Pillowfort accounts, or maybe you really liked someone's post in a Community and you decide you'd like to follow them! Go follow them! Their posts will show up on your feed now!

Make a post! Remember to add any relevant tags to the post, especially if your post is NSFW, and don't cen/s0r your tags. Your post will now show up on your blog, and you can control who can see it, reblog it, or comment to it. You can make text, image, video, or link posts.

Now you can reblog that post you made to your Community that you made! Or to another Community someone else made! Some Communities review submitted reblogs before posting them, others do not. Remember to add the relevant tags to your reblog here as well.

Reblog posts you enjoyed, so you can show it to your followers!

If you have something to say about the post, Pillowfort has a nested comments section! Livejournal / Dreamwidth / Reddit users will find this familiar. Newbies will hopefully find it easy to learn: make your own comment, reply to the comments other people have made, talk to people in a space that's made for talking and replying.

You can make your own hush-hush commentary in your tags when you reblog a post to your blog, but these tags are not visible anywhere else. So Pillowfort is not gonna rat you out to OP when you make weird tags on your reblog. But also there is no bulit-in way to read everyone's tags in one long list.

You cannot make addendums to posts when you reblog them. If you want to add something, make a comment! Or make your own post and include link to the original post.

Seriously. Comments section. Good stuff. If you enjoy a post, check out its comment section. For comparison, tumblr discussions lived in reblogs, but comments on AO3 fics are what makes an author's world go 'round. Comments are where discussion lives on Pillowfort. So comment on the post if you have something to say! You can have real discussions again! GO. BE FREE. You can also do a Kung Pow Penis in nested comments if you want to. Nested comments are good.

Likes just tell OP you liked the post. That's it. It's just like how kudos works on AO3.

Remember, there's no algorithm, so Likes don't boost any post's visibility, and if you want other people to see a post, you reblog it. If you want to see posts, you follow people and communities, or you dive into the tags for yourself.

There's more details and things to know, but I think these are some good basics for "how the fuck do I even get started"

More how-to-pillowfort guides: https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/3459763 by DoktorHobo https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/4099124 by rah https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/4404622 by killerandhealerqueen

In summary:

Make a blog. Make posts. Make a niche-interest Community or three. Follow people and Communities. Reblog other people's posts to your blog. Reblog posts to your niche-interest Communities. Make comments. Reply to comments. Love the comments. The comments are a fertile land and we will thrive. And we will call it... Pillowfort!

[alienaiver]

Behind the scenes

the lovely @dira333 tagged me in this and its sooo fun!! the questions are so amazing and id like to give it my best with some in depth answers, since learning these facts about one of my favorite writers here was so fun !!!!! behind the scenes of writing is so good to share!!

Started writing: i think ive always been writing. i remember when we used to have one computer for the entire family in the early 00's and had little screentime, i set alarms to 4-5am (with no concept of what that Would Do To Me emotionally without sleep LMAO) JUST to get some time to write in peace. my first fanfictions i published was on a homemade forum page with a friend when i was 11!

Started blogging: ive had my tumblr since 2009-ish where ive been a rp'er over multiple times and published d gray man and no. 6 fanfictions in 2011-12ish. i was also active on livejournal before i found fanfiction.net !! but this specific blog was made in may 2021!!! the reader inserts came then :3

Followers: i actually JUST hit 300 two days ago!!! which is very exciting. i dont always look at the number, since it doesnt necessarily correlate with engangement, but its fun to see the uptick!!

Communication: i genuinely love love LOVE the social part of social media, and communications so important to me. theres nothing better than reblogs with comments you can bounce off of, asks, dm's and all that! sadly, my disability makes it so hard for me to have continuous contact and im 90% of the time the one to drop the ball when it comes to replying :(( thats why its extra important to me/special with the mutuals who keeps reaching out and dont have the same social expectations about replying. even if im unable to reply the day that i receive the message, it still brings great joy seeing the notif!

Likes: i dont mind them! generally its not that important to me whether or not my followers interact a lot. a like still means the world to me. of course a reblog is much better and engages so much more (+ boosts me!!), but theyre good for my soul, too!

Requests: i get very few requests :( i think i like them, but i havent gotten enough to actually get a feel on whether or not it kills my writing spirit? generally i get very excited to be able to deliver something and it gets me up from the bed to write, but i sometimes fear im not providing what they wanted! its anxiety-inducing in some ways, but i love a good little writing challenge !!

Writing: i loove love love love writing for hours at a time, hyperfixating on it. sadly, my cat snøfle is Very Jealous of both my laptop and pc. giving him a substitution sadly doesnt help</3 so my writing is often limited to specific times of day, and when he gets tired of my keyboard clack-clack-clacking, its time to put on some one piece while he naps on me! i wish i could write more works or just scenes on my phone, but it hurts my hands So Much, so i only write small one shots when im heavily inspired but snøfles in A Mood!!

genre wise im a fluffy type. maybe some hurt/comfort but always leaning towards comfort. id like to write more disability fics to spread both awareness and visibility, but i sometimes struggle with putting in my own disabilities and not make them too personal or too detailed for others to not relate. its an overthinking problem, so i often procrastinate writing them., bcos i fear itll be too niche! but i always get positive feedback (excpet for that one time with inked coffee lmao) so im not sure whats holding me back!!!

i always listen to music when i write, and it differs a lot. when i wrote the star and the earth i listened to a lot of medieval-inspired music, and made a specific playlist for that. but when i write on my modern au's or canon compliant bnha/haikyuu, anything goes!

i love putting in 'boring' every day stuff into my fics, or small scenes that dont necessarily advance the plot but just gives a feel of the characters.

speaking of snøfle ^ i am no longer allowed to write for the evening.... so ill start some apothecary diaries and enjoy a cold soda on this hot and humid evening !!! mwuah mwuah if u read this far thank you, and i love you. i love all of you <3333

no pressure tags as always but would love to hear the answers and get to know u all! @cup-of-fluff @true-deru @mirandabarma @illuminiscentboba @tetsuskei @threadbaresweater @krystalgaia @petriquors @ktsumu @moonbeamwritings @ohtokki

[rhythmelia]

Support a Translator of Color (1 day left of Crowd Justice fundraising!)

Fresh post for the tags! As I've shared extensively in updates on this post since 2023.06.24, my friend Yilin Wang (yilinwriter on twitter) has had their translation work stolen and used uncredited by the British Museum in a major exhibit on The Hidden Century in Chinese history that featured major feminist revolutionary Qiu Jin, and when called out on that behavior, the museum chose to remove Qiu Jin's poetry and Yilin's translation, silencing both of them. Instead of, yanno, naming the translator and giving appropriate credit and payment. ....yup.

So! Here's the Crowd Justice:

Case updates can be found at that fundraiser (especially as the muskrat has made twitter into an epic trashfire at the moment) but some key points, in Yilin's words:

I need to raise at least £15,000 by July 10th to enable me to instruct expert lawyers in London to initiate a claim of infringement of my copyright and moral rights. I will be working with lawyers in the UK to bring a claim against the British Museum for its infringement of my copyright and moral rights in the Intellectual Property Enterprise Court (IPEC), which is a specialist court and part of the Business and Property Courts of the High Court of Justice in London. ......

Please contribute and share if you can - each and every small contribution is very much appreciated! Let’s hold the British Museum accountable together!  I realise that this is a lot of money at any time, and especially in the current economic circumstances, but the cost and difficulty of taking legal action is a huge barrier when it comes to access to justice. My hope is that if I am able to generate enough support to take this point of principle forward, it will give the British Museum and all similar institutions the maximum possible incentive to avoid similar conduct in the future, because they will see that there is collective power in communities who feel disrespected and insulted. .....

Why This Case Matters This case matters to me not only because I believe both my work and Qiu Jin's work should receive the credit and respect they deserve, but because it affects the copyright and moral rights of all translators, writers, and creatives. 

The British Museum has not issued an appropriate apology or taken proper responsibility for its actions, so if it is not held accountable, then this is a cycle that stands to be repeated.

Yilin was able to make the minimum to retain a lawyer, and is now working towards the stretch goal. Here's part of the statement from the lawyer on the crowd justice page:

Accordingly, it is not giving anything away to say that we sincerely hope that the British Museum come to recognise the shortcomings in their conduct so far, and move to make amends rather than fight Yilin all the way. We will make Yilin’s funds go as far as we can, but there is a real prospect of the case being drawn out beyond the funding she has available, so it continues to be the case that every pound she raises towards her stretch targets puts her in the strongest possible position - a position that the British Museum has extensive visibility of - to hold out for what she deserves with help of expert legal assistance.

Currently it's at £16,722 pledged towards the stretch target of £20,000 from 573 pledges in small amount donations. Help Yilin be able to keep going if the British Museum continues to behave badly and try to fight until Yilin's out of funds. Please consider reblogging and/or donating a small amount if you can - about 1 day left to July 10! (I'm in UTC-7 and it's the 8th for me but I'm not sure what timezone the fundraiser site is in, since it says 1 day left there)

tagging @copperbadge, @vaspider and @prismatic-bell on the off chance they might be interested in signal boosting? No pressure though!

[kyra45]

jamhuntsman is a scam account

The story they give is entirely fake and made up using another image from a cat that has no visible rash. While I can’t source the image, I will give proof it’s a scammer.

Firstly, the story has been used across multiple accounts already so Kuppa is not the cats name and I already have posts saying one cat wasn’t Kuppa. The story this scammer uses is just made up and entirely false. It never matches their photographs or asks.

Secondly, the account is spamming asks to strangers who share popular posts and their story doesn’t match the ask (which claims a leg mass yet the post says mouth rash)

Lastly, the PayPal address Jamie Johnson is impersonating a real person and if you hover/press and hold the link…

It’s the same PH the scammer is known to use. And this PayPal address is already linked to past accounts that were known scammers just search the name on my blog and you’ll see a few posts.

Also the blog is 2 hours old, reblogged a few posts to look legitimate, and is requesting private answers to share a public post which is another red flag for scams.

If that still isn’t enough, you can check out the links in my pinned post that gives more detail about scams because I don’t have time to explain the same thing over and over again when the info is there.

“Yo hi there!! Hoping you dont find this ask strange, weird or whatever you call it 😞 Just wanted to ask a favor if you could possibly check the post I pinned for my cat? Its on this blog, please do check if you have a spare time and reblog/boost it as we badly need help because there’s an ugly rash on her mouth and im so so worried 😭😭 Im so sorry if I did bother you, just need some help. Please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately, please and have good day! 😭🙏🙏🐈”

Update:

[ashen-crest]

[ID: a banner with a drawing of a lutenist on the left and the text “The Spirit Well” on the right. The drawing shows the lutenist from the neck down, wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt and holding a lute with flowers and vines sprouting from the sound hole. end ID]

Seeking Sept Beta Readers for The Spirit Well!

Hey folks! I figured I’d get the call out now and reblog this through the month for visibility.

I’m seeking September beta readers for draft 2 of The Spirit Well, the sequel to The Stray Spirit. Here are the blurb and facts:

🌿 Blurb

When a bard saved the day, he never expected an encore.

After saving their home from a magical disaster, Emry, Cal, and Aspen ascend to high society: Emry and Aspen to the musical Auric Guild, and Cal to the forefront of Council spirit research. But their new roles send them far beyond the concerts and balls they expected…and deep into a city of dying spirits.

In the allied city of Matlock, a strange blight has overtaken their spirit gardens. The trio rushes to investigate, diving headfirst into Matlock’s concert-filled social season. Between performances, Emry works to gather information from gossip, seek out a scientific friend for help…and officially propose to Cal.

But when their friend proves to be the root of their troubles and the blight begins to spread, Emry, Cal, and Aspen must race to stop his deadly research before the spirits- and their own citizens- shrivel away for good.

🌿 Book Facts

Genre: cozy fantasy romance, on the higher-stakes side of cozy

Vibes: marble floors, chandeliers, embroidered waistcoats, outdoor concerts, lush gardens behind wrought-iron fences

Comps: A River Enchanted and A Midnight Bargain

Tropes: Regency-esque courting & social season, forest spirit magic, grumpy/sunshine rivals to friends, also rivals to Kicking Rival’s Ass

TWs/CWs: pain, kissing (very low spice), casual alcohol use, caves, flooding, possession, fire, guns (no shots or injuries)

🌿 Beta Reading Facts

Beta Reading Timeline: 9/1-9/30 (1 month)

Book Length: about 60-70k words (draft IP, final count TBD)

Format: I can provide a Word doc or PDF.

What sort of feedback I’m looking for: your general thoughts and reactions as a reader. This is an early draft, so I need to make sure the plot, character arcs, and pacing work. 

Do I need to have read The Stray Spirit first? Nope! Its helpful if you have, but fine if you haven’t.

🌿 If you are interested, please DM me! 🌿 If slots fill up, I’ll let you know.

Please boost if you can! Thanks so much!!

[dola-chow-smm]

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[afniel]

Yo hi there? I’m hoping you dont find this ask strange, weird or whatever you call it 😞 Just wanted to ask a favor if you could possibly check the post I pinned for my cat? Its on this blog, please do check if you have a spare time and reblog/boost it as we badly need help because there’s some kind of a rash on her mouth and im so so worried 😭😭 Im so sorry if I did bother you, just need some help. Please do send me a msg to reply or answer the ask privately, please and have good day! 😭🙏🙏🐈

So here's a real common likely scam. Account seems legit at first glance, name makes sense, contents are thematically related, seems like it all checks out. Except as of the time of this reply, this account is a whole 11 hours old, and the only personal posts they've made are asking for money for this cat that might or might not exist.

I'll allow that reverse image search didn't pull up any identical cat photos, but the single photo they supplied doesn't show any kind of oral lesions, or indeed anything specifically wrong with the cat at all. It's just a cat photo. Cute, but not credible.

Asking to only reply privately about what seems to be a public fundraiser is a huge red flag also. Normally if someone asks that, you do it, right? That's been considered Tumblr good manners since the site's inception. However it's shady to go around sending copypasta asks to strangers for money and then essentially asking them to not blow your cover.

The link in their post not only uses PayPal and not something more reputable for fundraising, but it specifically asks you to send it as friends and family to avoid them taking a cut. This also handily avoids almost all of PayPal's built-in scam protection and refund systems.

Checking their pinned post also reveals that someone's already pointed out that it's likely a scam and they didn't even refute it, when it would have been super easy to go, "Sorry it sounded sketchy, here's more detail."

And even if this is still somehow real despite entirely failing the sniff test, and there really is an 11-hour-old account with a sick cat, no pictures of what sounds like it should be a visible ailment, no idea that GoFundMe exists, and parroting an extremely common scam (and let's be real here, I don't believe that to be the case for one moment)...

Don't fucking prey on strangers with this. That's not what we're here for. Like I'm flattered that you think my following is large enough to contain a few suckers but get the fuck on outta here, buddy.

I'm off to report and block this person now and you should do the same.

[megamewtwos]

Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

An here we have the perfect example of a scam blog! Let's go over why shall we. First thing: this person isn't following me, nor am I following them, yet Here is the ask! I also very rarely boost donation posts in general. Secondly! Pinned post is a fundraiser post from two days ago!

Also from two days ago? Every single reblog on the account. Every last one! All from popular tags and with little connection.

Third! Replies on the pinned post have been hidden, EXCEPT the one from someone saying that they would be using multiple blogs for visibility?

Forth! Title is a popular civil rights slogan, while the actual bio remains completely empty. No real personal information.

Fifth and lastly! The paypal link is for a 'Lucy Mukira' Known on tumblr for setting up scam blogs to get money out of well meaning people.

[eddieslittleslutmuffin]

✿Hi! I hope you enjoy this fic! Please remember to reblog, like, and leave a nice comment. Follow me, and maybe you’ll see more nice stuff, idk I can’t tell you what to do. But I’d appreciate it! More stuff pinned to my page! Kay bye!

Show you off Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Word count: 2k

a/n: ask and you shall receive @e0509 you gave me the extra boost to finish this, and as this is a series for Eddie and my oc Devina, there will be a pt.3 in the future. 🫶🏽

Eddie, and I got to the venue early before doors opened to the public; his team, and production showed up an hour before that.

“Madison Square Garden, not bad for a kid from a small town.” I beamed up at him, Eddie bumps his hip into mine, wraps an arm round my neck, and pulls me close. As we both stand there looking at the imaginary crowd, an overwhelming sensation washes over me; Eddie has pulled through a lot, we both did. Surviving Hawkins, Indiana is no easy feat, but somehow we did.

“Kids like us, we aren’t supposed to make it this far. I’m so proud of you.” Tears from at the bottom of my eyes, they threaten to fall, but the second they do he caught them with his thumb.

“I’m so proud of us, your art gallery is opening soon, and I just know you’re gonna do great Angel.” He kissed me on my forehead, his lips felt warm, and soft. The feeling of butterflies rushed up from the pit of my stomach at the mention of my new gallery. I spent every last dime I had from working, and college tuition on it. Of course Eddie funded everything else I couldn’t pay for, even when I told him no, he refused to listen to me.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” My voice cracked at the end, the memories of the past flashing by in my mind, and I couldn’t have imagined any of them without Eddie in the picture.

“Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment, but we gotta get a move on with sound check.” Alison, the production manager, called to us from down below the stage on the floor where the pit section would be.

Eddie pulled me in close for one last kiss, at least the last one for now, but he savored the flavor of me making sure to take all my gloss with him.

“Alright, calm down, I’ll see you in a few.” I had to pry him off me, if it were up to him, he’d kiss me till my lips fell off. Eddie’s love, and affection knew no bounds. Even if we’re in public together, he finds a way to intimately touch me; I used to be shy about the pda at first, but then along the way it somehow boosted my confidence.

I kindly ask one of the security guards to escort me back to Eddie’s dressing room, “Thanks.” The large burraly man nodded his head in response, and left me alone.

The room was a simple enough design, nicely furnished with a red sofa, an end table next to it. A coffee stable sat in the center with a stack of magazines, and a large charcuterie board. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket with ice, I so badly wanted a glass, but I decided against it since I was talked into singing tonight.

At the front of the room is the makeup chair, with mirrors with lights bordering each one. I smiled at myself in the mirror, Eddie wanted me to get all dressed up. I think he went a bit overboard with his style of outfit, making sure to put me in something that is damn near naked, while also highlighting my breast.

After I did a few warm up exercises, I decided that I should probably take a nap, it would be a few hours before Eddie brings me out. I settled down on the sofa, tucking my legs underneath me. Soon I’m drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later

Eddie is doused in sweat, the microphone dangling around his neck, and his guitar sitting carefully nestled in its stand a few feet away from him. Off stage he could see Devina shifting her weight from one hip to the other, a nervous habit he noticed she has. He threw her a wink, and a dazzling smile. This seems to put her at ease a little, her body visibly relaxing.

“Alright quiet down my little hellraisers, quiet down.” He commanded the crowd, at the sound of his voice the stadium calmed down to a low simmer. Devina is always amazed by how well Eddie could control his crowds, they hang on his every word. He’s always been naturally charismatic, that was the first thing to grab her attention when they first met in High School.

“I’ve got someone really special for you all.” Excitement shone brightly in his brown eyes, it’s the only thing he could think about all night. Finally he gets to show his baby off on the grandest stage of them all.

The crowd began to buzz a little, whispering amongst each other, this is an unexpected turn of events. Usually Eddie sticks to the script, when it came to performances, going off page was unlike him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful, talented, and future wife, Devina Sinclair!” He shouted, his arm outstretched towards the curtains where she appeared from. On cue a bright spotlight shines onto her, the stadium roars to life at the site of Eddie Munson’s infamous girlfriend. Though there were a few of his “fans” that treated her like shit, the majority of the fanbase absolutely adored Devina.

Eddie met her halfway on stage, grabbed her by the hand, and brought her right over to the microphone. At the moment the stage lights were down giving her view of all the people in the pit. It warmed her heart to see them blowing her kisses, making hearts with their hands, and shouting compliments at her.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, my beautiful baby here is going to sing a cover for you, and yall are gonna be the kind hearted supportive people I know you can be. Sounds good?” The stadium erupted again in response, Eddie grinned, and nodded his head satisfied by their enthusiasm.

“What about you honey, all good?” He covers the mic with his hand, he leaned forward a bit so he could hear her better.

“Yea, but can we turn the stage lights up please.” No seeing the crowd would help a lot, a seed of self doubt grew inside her. Before she could start to spiral about rather or not this would go awful, Eddie grabbed her by the hands.

“Hey, you got this, and even if you still get nervous, just close your eyes and pretend like it’s you and me.” Bending a bit lower to her, they touched foreheads, and the crowd went insane.

“They like me, they really like me.” Devina giggled to Eddie, squeezing her hands he pulled back and turned to the one of the production people off stage.

“Hey is there a chance we can get these lights back up?” He flashed the young woman a sweet smile, her cheeks turned a deep red as she talked into her head set.

“They’re ready when she is.” She confirmed, Eddie bowed to her in thanks, turning back to Devina, his heart pounding. She looked stunning, though she could be completely dressed down in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still look beautiful.

“I’ll be right here if you need me.” Eddie kissed her on the temple, pats her on the head, and steps back by his drummer.

“Hi everyone, um, sorry if I’m awkward Eddie is the true natural born star.” Devina chuckled dryly, one girl in the very front shouted out at her. “YOU GOT THIS QUEEN!” And then another voice, “WE LOVE YOU!”

“Oh wow, thanks guys. Uh, well the song I’ll be singing is a classic. Hope you all know Creep by Radiohead.” The crowd buzzed with excitement as the music started up, she requested that Eddie have the production team play her mixed version of the song instead of the original.

“When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye.” Her voice was hauntingly soft, it really added to the dark overtone of the song, Eddie was shocked. He knew his girl could sing, but this is clearly something she’s worked in before. He wondered why she never shared this with him before, maybe it’s something she’s mentioned, and maybe he forgot?

The crowd is in awe of Devina, the voices of the people become the background singers as they quietly sing along with her. The girl in the front row from earlier, seemingly in tears now, found it heart-swelling to see another Black girl being treasured like this. She took her phone out to record, though Devina had all her comments blocked on social media, the young woman wanted to share this moment with her anyway. Her hope was that Devina could see herself the way they all saw her.

Devina hadn’t noticed her eyes were wet until she was done singing, Eddie is immediately by her side again pulling her into a tight hug. The stadium came back to life, the sound of thousands of people cheering is deafening. Overwhelmed by their positive energy, she stepped back from the microphone stand, and took a moment to breathe.

“That was a stellar performance if I do say so myself baby.” He spoke in a hushed voice only they could hear, his eyes sparkled, and his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. He’s never been so proud of someone before.

“I was inspired by your confidence, Eddie freakin Munson.” Devina beamed up at him, her words were true, she thought about how carefree he looked on stage, and tried to follow his lead.

“Aw of course you look up to daddy.” He said smugly, his hand reaching for her round booty, but before he could get any further than her lower back, she grabbed onto his hand.

“Thousands watching, remember?”

“Actually I’m glad you mentioned that.” Eddie’s face suddenly got serious, turning back to the crowd he brought his fingers to his lips.

“Children, daddy is speaking now.” As if his words were made of magic, the crowd settled down, and they all looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, I know there are hundreds of people here already, but I hope some of you out there are recording so that the whole world can hear me.” He took a breath to gather his thoughts, Devina, and the way people treated her is not something he took lightly.

“I've been seeing all the nasty little comments some of you have been making about Devina. Let me tell you little shits something, this woman, this gorgeous woman, and my future wife. She’s not going anywhere, so if you think you can bully her online…harass her in public, well you and me got a problem. I don’t care if you stop buying tickets to my shows, I don’t care if you stop listening to my music. The sole reason I’m here in this stage today for you little pricks online to obsess over is because of her. There’s no Eddie Munson without Devina Sinclair.”

The crowd erupted when he turned to Devina and pulled her in for a big kiss, he didn’t hood back either. One hand held her against him, and the other grabbed a handful of her ass. Gently he pulled away, there was breathing heavy, and hearts hammering. Devina wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, she got up on her tiptoes to plant another sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” She whispered, Eddie’s eyes brimming with tears, he never feels happier than when he’s with Devina. He pecks her in the forehead one last time, and addresses the crowd.

“Okay, I’m done ranting, ha, I’m starting to feel like my old man. Yall ready for one more song, or are you tired?” The crowd cheered in response, he squinted his eyes looking out into the sea of people.

“Is anybody alive out there? I said…is anybody alive out there!” He shouted, the lights went up to show the crowd, the people in the pit were the loudest ever.

“One last time give it up for my lovely Devina Sinclair!” She bowed in response to the claps and cheers, and ran off stage, back to the dressing room. She kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. She didn’t even bother trying to fight the tiredness, Devina’s eyes slid shut, and immediately fell asleep.

Much later that night.

The feeling of something wet swiping across my face woke me, I opened my eyes to see Eddie’s face above me. A wet makeup wipe in hand, and a tiny smile on his lips.

“I figured you were too exhausted to remove the makeup so I did it for you, but I’m not sure I got everything.” He continued to swipe at my eyebrows making sure he got everything. My head is in his lap in the back seat of his car, Marcus, Eddie’s driver, is nice enough to drive slowly.

“I slept that long? Oh god you didn’t have to carry me did you?” An impending embarrassment rushing in as the thought of my poor Eddie struggling to lift me, or worse than that, him not being able to lift me at all.

“Relax babe, you were awake enough to walk on your own, but still too sleepy to be aware of it happening. When we made it to the car you passed out again.” He chuckled, I sat upright, and switched to leaning against his shoulder. Automatically, Eddie brought his arm around me, pulling me in close, and peppering kisses over my face until I giggled. My hand rested on his chest, my fingers drew circles over his bare skin, the top four buttons were left undone.

The rest of our night was quiet, we both ran a bath, and did our nightly routine together. We snuggled into bed, and passed out. I’m sure Eddie is going to want my pov of last night in the morning.