#repost because tumblr hit me and it hurt

[digo3d]

*throws my geology doodles at you like a baseball*

✨🧚 geology 🧚✨

[kkuzushi]

જ Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby. . .ᐟ

˚𖦹 ‘ Chapter 16 : Holidays hit different this year. ִ ࣪𖤐

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Hooray!! Christmas eve with your friends!! This is what you’ve been waiting for, a well deserved break and hanging out in a complete circle. The night was perfect—ordered and homemade food, a bunch of games the five of you created, and just having fun at Lumine's dorm.

“This is so much fun than my class party,” you started, leaning against Lumine on her bed while the other three sat on the floor.

“Don’t say that,” Xiao replies, “I’m sure you had lots of fun with Scaramouche.” He was just teasing and you all knew it, yet his stoic face made it seem like he was telling the truth.

Was he telling the truth? You don’t wanna answer, but everyone else was laughing like they all agreed.

“I hope you all get coal.” You glared at all of them.

“Yes, like you weren’t bringing a bunch of presents all the way here.” Lumine giggled.

You rolled your eyes, “What if they’re big coals?”

“As big as–”

“Don’t even.” Xiao interrupted Hu Tao, to which she playfully nudged him for.

“Alright, why don’t we just move on to some karaoke?” Aether chimed in to stop the playful banter. It worked, as Hu Tao’s sparkling eyes darted to him.

The group starts to sing in turn. While it was Lumine’s turn, your phone lit up and a notification popped up.

You didn’t know what to feel about that. Considering the fact that you actually haven’t responded to any of his messages, it almost seemed rude to reply to this one just because it’s a holiday greeting.

But then again, he’s your ex so it’s understandable, right?

The message didn’t leave your mind even if you didn’t reply. You kept quiet and just turned off your phone. Unfortunately for you, Lumine was quick to catch your weird behavior.

“Hey, you okay?” Her question echoed through the microphone, making everyone else turn their heads to you. Deciding it’d be useless to hide from them, you told them the truth.

“Nothing too important, but Scaramouche just chatted me..” You answered, the group humming an “ooohh” as a response.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Hu Tao grinned.

“Just reply, we all know you want to.” Xiao added.

“Shut up.” You scoffed, “I’m not letting him ruin my–”

Your phone buzzed again.

“The man’s clearly desperate to double text, just reply already.” Lumine sighs.

The peer pressure was insane, but a simple greeting won’t mean anything, right?

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[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Did you know that you can reblog fics with tags in order to bookmark them?

Okay the replies on this post are kind of sending me to space, so I figured I needed to make a new post.

I know a lot of people are new to tumblr and might not know how to use tumblr properly, and it does just make me go ??? whenever I look on someone's account and they have 0 reblogs and just have a giant wall of fanfiction in their likes. Because I cannot imagine scrolling through endless fanfiction posts in my likes looking for one fic when organizing things with tags is so much better.

First of all, for new people - reposting and reblogging are two very different things. If a writer has "do not repost" as a disclaimer, they are not talking about reblogging.

Reposting is when you copy and paste someone's entire work, make a brand new post, and then post their work under the implication that it is your own.

Reblogging is a function that is built into the website (and app) that comes up in a creator's notifications, showing that you appreciate their work because you interacted with it. Reblogs always have links back to the original poster so people can find them and follow them.

So - when you hit the reblog button (the one next to the like button that is shaped like a recycling symbol) - you are giving the author credit and encouraging them.

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You can tag by genre -> #smut #angst #hurt and comfort

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A lot of people even reblog fanfics and tag them as #TBR or #to be read - in order to bookmark a fic that they are interested in and want to come back to later.

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I think it's a shame that people aren't taking advantage of this websites very useful features (while supporting fanfic writers at the same time). You don't need to keep links to Tumblr fanfiction somewhere else in order to organize them - if you use Tumblr right, you can keep everything organized within Tumblr and it works perfectly.

[slipperzipper]

Heimdall x f!Reader (Smut!)

| Pairing: Heimdall x Reader

| Contents: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! Sex pollen, Masturbation, Grinding, afab reader, p in v, creampie, rough sex, and orgasms, let me know if I need to add other things to this as well!

| wrds: 3.2k

| Disclaimer!: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! minor Grammar and Spelling mistakes so apologies, Kind of weird start. also does anyone else still like heimdall? I know its been a year since I initially posted my first oneshot of this asshole. I'm deciding to repost this on tumblr since I know some people still like this man lol

“I’m pretty sure a legless donkey could move faster than you.” 

Heimdall’s voice called out, the two of you had been walking through the wild jungles of Vanaheim. So far, if it had not been for Heimdall’s insults and petty comments, it was going well. The flora constantly grabbing at your ankles and causing you to stumble slightly each time you continued or turned into a new direction, but that was the least of your worries. 

The reason why you were in Vanaheim in the first place was for the All-father, or Odin for short. 

According to Odin, there was a lost relic in Vanaheim that he desired desperately. Apparently so desperately that he forced Heimdall to bring you with him for extra help. Unfortunately you couldn’t exactly say no since you wanted to look good in front of the All-father, accepting the offer with a feigned smile. You were his guest afterall.

“I’d move faster if it wasn’t for your constant insults!” You laughed, you were a couple dozen feet behind him, he just had to lead the way since you were ‘too incompetent’ to do so. Your eyes seemed to be lost in the environment, its natural beauty and color was just a sight to behold.

You were almost jealous of the Vanir that they get to live in such a beautiful realm, but you were soon kicked out of your thoughts as the sound of the golden god yelping hit your ears. That caused you to walk a bit faster, before turning into a jog, then into a sprint in order to find him. You knew he couldn’t be hurt by a person or animal, but plant life? Can’t exactly read a plant’s mind if there’s no mind to read. Even when Heimdall was a dick, you knew Odin wouldn’t exactly be happy if his most loyal son died to some miniscule threat.

But that isn’t what you saw when you found him. There was a small red-pink plant next to him releasing a dusty spore, his arm covering his eyes before backing up and falling on his backside. You grabbed him from under his shoulders and dragged him out, his grumbles consisted of the plant and how he hadn’t needed the help.

“Heimdall! Are you okay?” You asked, your hands propping on your knees as you looked down on him. He groaned at this strange feeling bubbling in his chest. “Yes- yes I am fine.” Heimdall reassured before pushing himself up to stand, trembling slightly but ultimately walking it off.

Why was he acting like this? He was being complacent and hadn’t insulted you yet for asking if he was okay. This was out of character for him, even his tone was out of character, and you hadn’t failed to notice. “Heimdall, are you actually okay?” Your voice asked again right as you walked in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Yes, Of course I am fine.” Heimdall’s voice shook a little, catching you off guard since his dialect indicates that he’s the biggest and best bitch in the world. “Are you sure ?” You ask yet again, he brushed off the comment before continuing. 

“We must find Gulltoppr before we return to Asgard-” Heimdall’s voice trembled worse as he stumbled towards a tree. His hand gripped into the tree's vines as a way to capture himself from completely falling. A strangled grunt rippled through the air and made you stop in your steps towards the god. 

He sank to his knees while he had a full body reaction to the sensations around him. Heimdall was feeling all sorts of sensitive, even when he had moved his hands to catch himself, they were all tingly. 

When he heard your muddled voice call out to him for the umpteenth time, his heart skipped a beat when his brain processed your sweet words. Heimdall! What’s happening to you- Answer me! Your hands grabbed at his tunic and turned him around to see a sight to truly behold:

The Scion of the Aesir was sitting on his knees, in such a seductive and submissive pose that rattled your brain. His usual cockiness was wiped from his face and was instead replaced with bright red blush and with quite the pleading pout settling on his lip. His hands now finding purchase on gripping your clothes, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grabbing. 

“H-Hey man, can you stand-” How he hated how your voice sounded. How it sounded like it was coated in the sweetest honey in of all the nine realms, he was easily entranced by it. From your point of view he looked hypnotized, absolutely lost in something.

He groaned when he felt the back of your hand touch his forehead, checking if he was possibly burning up from the plant’s spores. You weren’t technically wrong with that assumption because his entire body was emanating warmth, you could easily feel it when you planted your hands on his shoulders after he let out that little noise. 

“(Y/N).. please I-” He cut himself off with a pant and a down turned head tilt. “I need you.” 

He knew he would have some form of regret after this if he were rejected, whether that in your head that he was a little submissive slut or that he was so weak he got caught off guard by a plant of all things. He didn’t exactly appreciate the circumstances that led up to him on his knees. But he would soon know what you thought of this situation anyway. 

He brought his head back up to stare directly into your eyes, his bright purple ones held lust and need with parted lips. Speaking of his lips, they seemed a little bit more plump than what they normally were. You hated the fact that you knew exactly how his lips looked, from the quick snags you got when he wasn’t looking that you didn’t think much of until now. 

Shit! You just remembered he could probably read your thoughts right now. You got your answer when his lips tugged into a small crinkled-eyed smile before bringing you down by the grip he had on your clothes. His arms sliding around you to bring you into a tight hug when his mouth planted itself next to your ear.

“Please- Can I- Please may I have you?” His voice tickled your senses and caused shivers to go down your spine. It was just so desperate that you felt like you couldn’t say no. He moved himself from the side of your head only to look into your eyes again, just to read what little thoughts you had. Hues of colors were all he could see at the moment before the thought of him actually letting him have you in a jungle of all places, it was absolutely strange to you. But the look on your face told a different story. 

You would be a liar if you hadn’t at least one thought about what he looked like under all those layers, and that was all Heimdall needed to know before his hands found themselves hugging your hips instead. 

Forcing your body to grind down onto his newfound bulge. A moan erupted from his lips at the new found sensation adding onto his sensitivity. “Fu-Fuck..” Heimdall cursed while he continued to rub your clothed sex against him. The grip on your hips were harsh and it was like he was clinging for dear life, they were definitely going to bruise tomorrow.

“H-Heimdall!” You whimpered out when he grinded particularly too hard, the noise sounding like a siren calling sailors to shore. It was such a hypnotizing sound that he never wanted to stop hearing. The tingly sensation from the mutual rubbing was ever present in making his dick even harder.

“Heimdall!” You cried out his name once more. This time it actually captured his attention instead of adding to his sexual experience. He stilled his ministrations before retraining his eyes back onto yours, only to find them averted as he so desperately tried to read your thoughts.

“Are you sure of this? In the middle of a jungle..?” You barely whispered, but with his enhanced sense he could hear it as clear as day. He was reminded of his body’s blessing and curse that came from the plant’s spore when his body had moved against you by accident, a pathetic whimper erupted from the Herald of Ragnarok.

 

Your lips tugged into a small smile, you moved yourself against him just to tease him. Your shyness earlier muffled when Heimdall grinded against you once more, his lip quivering slightly as his gruff hands desperately grabbed and released your hips repeatedly. 

“Gah-! (Y/N)!” Heimdall cried out as his eyelids fluttered, his body jerking and his clothed pelvis flushing against yours. Forcing you to grind against him once more. He had panted heavily now, making you realize that he came in his pants. 

Your eyes widened when that piece of information dawned on you, you made the golden god himself come in his pants! You knew Heimdall wasn’t himself right now. He was high off his mind and you just made him come in his pants. Even when he technically consented, it still felt wrong. 

“Heimdall- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You started to apologize before a weak hand planted itself on your mouth. “Just- Just stop talking.” The aforementioned god spoke with a harsh tone, you would lie to yourself if you said you didn’t feel a little hurt at his words. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you actually did quite the opposite.” His voice hinted. He brought his pelvis back to flush against your sex, you could feel your own wetness against him. You could feel him and how hard he was once more. He was hard again already?! 

“Yes. Yes I am.” Heimdall scoffed when he read your mind before a groan had caught him to keep him in check, how he was the one who was affected rather than you who was just as ruined as him but from natural causes. “You don’t mind helping me out, do you ?” He coyly asked with a head tilt just to further tease you. 

Heimdall had scooted you off of his lap so that he could stand and release the ache in his pants. Unfastening his belt and letting both his kilt and his pants hit the ground.You could only watch with a glimmer of shock, awe, and lust as his belt piles with the other clothes.  His cock was dripped in his own come, standing at attention with an angry red tip. He was also nicely trimmed and looked groomed, showing how well-kept he was. “After all, you did cause this.” Heimdall putting the blame on you was such an absurd claim, yet you couldn’t help but agree.

Heimdall couldn’t help but sigh when he did show himself, he felt so much better after letting his pants drop. But he also wouldn’t lie to himself when he thought about what you looked like underneath all those layers you wear. Coming back to you (who was still on the ground), he had grabbed the waistband of your pants, along with your undergarments, before pushing them to your ankles. Your lower half is on full display without any distractions.

It left him breathless, to actually see you. He soon shoved your upper half joined your legs on the ground, the harsh ground being familiar to you from the times when you sparred with the man. 

His fingers ran themselves through your folds, catching you off guard, causing you to squeak in surprise. You were wet, undeniably so, and Heimdall liked that. Your legs tried to crumple together but Heimdall prevented that with his polished hands 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, You really thought?” He panted out while he scooted close to you, basically hovering over you. You hadn’t really noticed until now but the atmosphere of Vanaheim really made Heimdall’s appearance glow, he was truly handsome. 

He felt particularly nice in his sexual suffering for some odd reason, his fingers feeling your pussy up in ways that you liked. You cried out when he swiped small circles on your clit, holy Hel, the touches were electrifying. It wasn’t long before Heimdall lined himself up with your hole. Giving you one last look, one of pent up lust and desire and need. His cheeks are a bright red color that paired so well with his fuschia eyes. He slipped himself in.

The warm feeling of your cunt caused him to loudly whine. Even when it was just the tip, it was just the most perfect sensation. It was like a drug implemented in his veins and he couldn’t get enough of it. Lifting your legs so that they would be planted on his shoulders as he drew himself closer, helplessly hung there while he drove his cock into you slowly.

You couldn’t help but whimper and grip the ground, the dirt digging into your nails, below as he inched himself in further and further. He eventually bottomed out, his pelvis meeting yours in a lustful stance. He had just sat there, letting you feel used to his size, it was nice of him to do so in this state when you originally thought he would just fuck into your un-prepared cunt.

But that was soon the reality when he brought his hips back and then slammed into your walls again. A howl crawled out of you when Heimdall repeated his action. Then the harsh repetition began. The pain soon washed away as your body started to get used to it. Your velvety colored walls were gripping him like a vice, and he couldn’t be any more happier. His cock fitting into your body like the perfect puzzle piece, as if you were made to be fucked by him.

Heimdall was thankful for that plant now, rather than being annoyed like he was previously, he was now glad that he could fuck your pussy into oblivion.

You couldn’t help the babbling noises of pleasure that escaped and obscured the natural sounds of Vanaheim’s jungles and you absolutely hoped that no one else was strolling nearby. You’d probably die from embarrassment if someone did, but that didn’t seem to matter at all as Heimdall slammed into you. 

He knew he was going to come. He knew you were too based on your thoughts on how you could barely hang on when he kept hitting that part inside you that made you see stars. His nails digging into your skin in small crescents, if he had dug any further he would have definitely drawn blood.

A few more harsh thrusts and you were done, your pussy contracting around his cock as you came. A loud mewl echoed through Vanaheim. Shortly after, you felt his hot load stain your body, a warm feeling spreading from inside.  

Heimdall’s hips jerked while he trudged through, trying to get the most out of his intense orgasm. Pressing himself as deep as he could from this angle, spilling his cum into you. The god was staring into your eyes the whole time, it was like an explosion that entered your mind. It was an array of bright colors that he had the fortune to see. His thighs trembled dangerously as he caressed yours. 

You couldn’t help but be breathless. You haven’t had an orgasm like that since.. You couldn’t even remember. Your thighs shook with intensity even after he fucked you through your orgasm. Heimdall withdrew from your pussy with a disgusting squelching sound and sighed heavenly.   

But that wasn’t it. He wasn’t done and he quickly recovered and developed a boner in the matter of moments even after the previous two, how the Hel was the plant’s spore still taking effect?! 

“One more, please , just one more.”

Heimdall spoke while a hand reached your face, grasping it uncharacteristically gently, and had your cunt gripping at nothing. You nodded wordlessly before being caught off guard by being flipped to your hands and knees, your ass presenting just for the God of Foresight to behold. 

Behold he did, his hands now moving your pussy to see the absolute mess he had made. He could feel his balls aching in preparation of stuffing your slit once more. Your head tilted at its side, somewhat being able to see what was behind you, only to be pushed down with a harsh shove and his dick slamming into your hole. 

A whorish mewl was drawn out. Loving how full you felt, you pressed your ass against his hips. Bottoming out once more before slamming his dick back in. The wet sounds of sex rung through your fucked mind. Your thighs slapped against Heimdall’s, he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more while your plush thighs rippled with each clap. You could barely think now, only processing the big cock inside your now abused cunt sliding back and forth at a pace you couldn’t fathom. You could only drool, rest your head on your hands, and wait to come for the second time. You did, you shook as it took place.

As your orgasm continued, you realized Heimdall was still going. 

You felt your clit get touched and you instinctively hissed, you were feeling just as oversensitive as Heimdall. The only difference being that he was powering through it, you felt like you were about to scream. 

"Just endure. You can give me one more just like you’re giving me mine.” Heimdall reassured, swiping your clit in a softer, less lustrous and more kinder than before hand, and you couldn’t help but let out a choked whine. 

He knew you came again when you convulsed and sunk slowly again. He looked into your eyes again and saw the previous show from before but it was just a bit dimmer and blunt, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more.  Heimdall came once more inside, quickly placing you into a mating press, the ground below you dirtying your arms and knees. The hot feeling adding onto the sexual experience. He stilled while his come squirted for the third time this session and he wouldn’t lie if this wasn’t one of the greatest times he’s fucked before.

After waiting some time, He pulled out. Watching the slimy line of his own jizz disconnect from the tunnel of shared seed mixing together, but seeing some of it drip down onto the ground prompted him to slide his fingers inside, shoving it back in farther just for you to savor it. You gave a weak whine at the action, but it's not like you can do anything about it. 

“I’ll call for Gulltoppr, just- stay here.” Heimdall stated, just beforehand he had helped you back into your pants and sat you against the very tree he fell upon. Strands of your hair sprawled from your hairline, he brushed some of said strands past and back into your hair to make it look more presentable. He himself was in his own clothes as he stood

He soon took off to look for his beloved pet, you couldn’t help but notice the stumble he had every few steps.

[4channerguy]

tug of war / ranpo edogawa

hello...guys.... oh my god i acutally didn't expect my last fic to gain traction? thank you? anyways this is a repost from my ao3 fic that i am very proud of. its very cute i like it a lot tumblr is fun :^) xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : none. just ranpo stealing your blankets i guess. gn reader, pronouns aren't mentioned. ➜ ┊ pairings: ranpo x reader

wc: 592 (short, i know)

it was cold again.

you groggily woke up to nothing on your body, shivering with prickled skin. you look at the alarm clock. it was only 4:06 am. you turn to your side, and much to your avail, ranpo, again, had hogged all of the blankets. wrapped around him, with only the exception of a tuft of hair peeking out. he reminded you of a hamster that had burrowed inside of it’s own bedding. though cute, you were rightfully pissed off. sighing loudly, you nudge ranpo.

“hey…hey!” you shout-whispered. he grunted in response.

“you took all the blankets again,” you whisper. “it’s cold, you need to share.” he grunted again and proceeded to unroll himself half-assedly before going back to sleep.

only a quarter of the blanket was given to you. you accepted the gesture anyway, trying to make do with it, before falling back asleep.

you woke up an hour later.

your body was now dangerously closer to the edge of the bed with nothing on you. again. you seriously had enough of this. determined to get your blanket back, you firmly but gently tugged the blanket that was still cocooned around ranpo. he grumbled in his half-asleep state and resisted. you only kept trying, and finally, out of pure hard work, you were able to gain a better halve of the blanket. feeling weirdly triumphant about your achievement (while ranpo was blissfully unaware) you put it over you carefully and buried yourself in it in delight. you look over at ranpo who had his cheek squished against the pillow, creating a pool of drool on it. you brush his bangs up and kiss him on his forehead. he smiled in his sleep and you suppressed the urge to start aggressively kissing him all over his face. you sighed as your head hit the pillow.

morning hit and you and ranpo collectively trudged towards the kitchen where you made coffee and he made toaster waffles.

“we should get two blankets.” you randomly mention. he raises an eyebrow while rubbing an eye. “what for?” he replies while flicking an eye booger out of his eye. you stare at him.

“you seriously don’t remember last night.”

“uh….nope.”

you turn around as your coffee’s done. “we played a game of tug of war last night.”

“oh really?” he says absentmindedly while trying to pull two of the waffles from the toaster with his bare hands. “shit, ouch.”

you reach towards his hurt hand and kiss it while he pouts. “yeah we did. and it wasn’t fun.” you retort back, sulking. he kisses your hand back and smirks showing his canines. “apologies that i’m such a blanket thief. it’s a…what’s the word…involuntary. yeah, involuntary reflex i can’t control.”

you roll your eyes. “well, your reflex makes me not sleep well. i’d rather not walk into work brain-dead because i fought so many battles with you when i’m trying to sleep. thanks.”

he munches on his now rescued waffle while handing your share to you. you accept.

he nudges you. “i can be your blanket you know? we can, like, share body heat and-”

“please, in your dreams. you know that’ll just cocoon yourself anyways. we tried that before.”

he shrugs. “just giving suggestions. don’t worry about your cute butt anyway, we’ll go to a convenience store and get a blanket. if you promise to get me shrimp chips on the way.”

you sip your coffee and smile. “i promise.”

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 11.24.23, do not repost or translate my content :^)

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[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐌𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🥀 || 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Reposting because my tumblr keeps glitching.

a/n- This is a grumpy! sukuna x !sunshine reincarnated reader filet. The reader was kind of lovers with sukuna before he became a curse. Idk haha read to find out! Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you want to read more of it. This chapter is a bit cracky sukuna and reader's interaction is so funny.

I’ll be creating a tag list so let me know if you want to be added!

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You ran towards him. He caught you in his arms.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and hid your face in his neck.

"You're alive." You sobbed.

You had missed him so much. He was your rock.

He stayed with you through thick or thin.

He rubbed your back soothingly. "It's okay l'm here now aren't I?'

"You're not allowed to leave me again." You mumbled.

"You left me first tho?" Sukuna teasingly spoke.

You whacked the back of his head.

"Hey asshole, don't joke about that" He cursed out in pain.

"Still the same." He shook his head fondly.

"And you're the same old bast-" he hoisted you in the air.

"Noooo RYO im going to kill you," he tossed you in the air again.

"What were you trying to say huh?" He cockily questioned.

"Nooooo I meant you're my same old handsome boyfriend." You kissed his cheek. The tip of his ears was red.

"Are you blushing? Aww my baby kuna." You cooed at him.

"Woman if you don't stop right now-" he grumbled in embarrassment.

Someone coughed, bringing you both back to reality.

You alanced hack and there was a white hair dude with a blindfold on and that spiky emo boy.

"Oh god. You mumbled and hid your face in sukuna's neck in embarrassment.

"They saw all of it didn't they?" You questioned, still mortified.

His whole body shook when he laughed.

"If you don't stop laughing, I'm going to hit you."

You threatened him.

He just burst into a fit of laughter at your threat.

You started weakly punching his back. "You're such an idiot."

"Damn woman stop it hurts." He groaned. You heard another cough. You squeaked.

"Um hi?" The weird dude with white hair and a blindfold spoke.

"Miss? Do you know who this guy is?" He asked.

"Oi, who're you calling miss? Don't speak to her. Don’t look at her and don't even breathe in her direction." Sukuna growled.

The white hair dude that introduced himself as gojo raised his arms in surrender.

"Wait a minute where is Yuji?" You asked. In the midst of all the chaos, you forgot about Yuji. You felt terribly guilty. You forgot about him. You felt like crying.

Sukuna's cheek grew a mouth and spoke, "I'm here nee-chan! Ryo-nii just took over my body to talk to you." You gasped at the voice.

"How?" You looked at sukuna. "Magic." He whispered in a low voice.

You whacked him again. "Ow." Both Yuji and Sukuna yelled. "What the fuck." You mumbled.

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐚

✧·˚ it’s not fair when things don’t go as planned someone ends up getting hurt. xanthus should know that by now and now he must face the consequences.

warnings. heavy angst

a/n: this is a repost because tumblr took it down, so please show as much love on this one as you did the last!! thank you!

your heart was pounding in your ears as you were struggling in audric’s iron grip, trying to free yourself to be with xanthus who was struggling to get to you before he could hurt you. you were terrified, shaking with tears in your eyes, trying to brace yourself for whatever pain was in store for you.

“is this it?! is this your revenge? i told you what happened was a mistake i’m sorry!” xanthus pleaded while still actively struggling.

“what you’ve done cannot be undone lawrence. so, i will do what i must to make you feel my pain. your mistake killed my family, this is my revenge.”

audric’s grip on your wrist tightens and you fear he’ll break it. you look to xanthus, try to find some sort of reassurance that you’ll be okay, but you can’t see any evidence of emotions that would bring you the comfort.

“your quarrel is with me, not them! please audric, they’re all i have.”

“my family was all i had.” audric says coldly before biting his wrist to draw blood.

he takes enough time to let xanthus process what his next move is going to be and watches as xanthus’ face drops at the realization.

“no! don’t do this! love don’t drink it!”

before you realize what, he’s talking about audric’s wrist is pressed against your mouth, unintentionally tasting the bitter blood. after audric knows you’ve had a taste he throws you to the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of you and you hear the sickening crack of your skull on the cement floor.

“love! please! love look at me!” xanthus’ voice is muffled and there’s a ringing your head.

you touch your head to find blood seeping from it. you’re too scared to look for the source of it on your head, you’ve always been squeamish with injuries.

“first dose.” audric states before grabbing you by your hair, you scream in pain. “don’t worry, i won’t kill you yet, i want you to suffer.”

“stop it! you’re hurting them!” xanthus’ pleads fall on deaf ears as audric drags you out of the room while you scream in pain.

the heavy door slams shut and xanthus can hear the automatic lock click, now muffling your cries of pain. he slams his fist against the wall of his cell and holds back tears of frustration. he can feel the pain you’re in and it’s excruciating, if it’s bad for him he knows it’s even worse for you.

“xanthus?”

“i’m fine dontis, i just need to get out of this cell.”

“how are we going to do that?”

“i have an idea.”

your weak body hits the cold ground in a dark room, and you don’t have the strength to move your body to face audric’s large figure, but you watch his shadow loom over you.

“please don’t do this…” you cry out weakly.

“i hate to lie and say it’s nothing personal, but it very much is.” he gets down on one knee and forces you to drink more of his blood.

the dark substance is spread all over your face and it makes you feel sick that your captors blood heals your wounds. you know better though; you know it only so he can inflict more wounds on you without killing you. he’s using you to torture xanthus because he knows hurting you will hurt him more than anything else.

“second dose.” he whispers under his breath before pulling out a notebook and writing something down and leaving the room, letting the door close and lock behind him. you close your eyes and pray that you don’t wake up in the same hell you’re in currently.

unfortunately for you, you awake in the same hell as before. it’s too dark for you to tell if your eyes are even open and you’re unsure if you’re even awake until the door swings open to reveal audric’s figure along with another unknown person.

“feeding time, love.”

the use of the pet name xanthus gave you makes your stomach turn. you struggle to sit up to face him, your whole-body aches in pain with the torture that you’ve experienced. once you properly look up at the two men standing in the doorway, your blood runs cold at the vampire that is clearly starving that audric is holding back without any effort.

“don’t be scared, the pain you feel is only temporary.”

audric let’s the vampire loose as it jumps onto you and starts attacking you, grabbing any limbs it can and biting down harshly on them. it’s like being stabbed over and over again with a knife, you are unsure if they’re even drinking your blood or just leaving puncture wounds everywhere.

your body heals with each dose of vampiric blood but it’s your mental state that is quickly deteriorating. every sudden movement, every unexpected noise has you on edge and you can’t find peace in the darkness of the room you’re kept in, and you fear for what might be in the room with you. you are only human after all.

once the vampire finishes the pain it inflicts on your body you’re roughly pushed back down to the cold ground. the air is knocked out of you at the sudden force, and you choke out a breath.

“audric, please.” you sound broken. “i want to go home.” tears well in your eyes at the mention of home. you’re beyond scared and the thought of being safe again brings you to tears.

“don’t you see? this is your new home, you are never leaving this place; you are never getting out of here…” he lets out a dark chuckle. “…alive at least.”

the pain you feel is intense before audric uses his blood to heal you again. the shock that this is doing to your weakened body only makes you feel worse, you start to wonder if you’ll ever leave this place, and you hope that this pain you are feeling is only from you and not from the bond. you pray that xanthus isn’t as affected by what audric is doing to you. you hope that it isn’t affecting him, that he’s not letting him win by showing that he can feel the pain.

xanthus is very much affected by the torture that you are being put through, he feels every sharp pain, every spike of anxiety that you experience, it rattles him to his very core. dontis tries his best to help his friend with a form of mediation to help him push through and not give audric the big reactions that he’s looking for; breathing exercises are the most helpful and dontis shows his support by breathing through it with him.

a part of him feels guilty for not reacting to your pain. the most he does is flinch at the pain for just a split second before acting as though nothing happened. xanthus tries to count the days by counting each second into each minute into an hour and so on, but eventually he loses count and he has no way to track the time.

time seems to drag on and you do your best to try to fight through the pain that you’re being put through, but your mind feels numb; likes you’ve checked out mentally. this doesn’t go unnoticed by audric and he says it’s time.

“up you go.” audric pulls you up roughly by your arm so harshly that due to your lack of nutrition you know it will bruise badly. “it’s time to see your bond.”

your ears perk up at the mention on seeing xanthus again. you wonder what state he has been left in, hopefully a better one than you.

your weak body is dragged through the empty bare halls that echo the sound of footsteps on the smooth cement floor. a patchy trail of blood follows you due to the open wounds littered around your skin from the last ‘feeding’ session taht audric decided not to heal. the pain from them is numb to you, audric’s control over your mind makes it so, if it wasn’t for what he had already done you would’ve mistaken it for pity but you know better and that he’s only doing it so you don’t fight back.

audric stops at a large bolted shut door and drops the hold on your arm to open it. you hit the ground harder than you mean to, failing to catch yourself. your head hits the cold floor and you hear the familiar sound of cracking and then the warmth of blood dripping down the side of your face.

“bleeding again? gosh you humans are so fragile.” audric spits out while pushing the door open and grabbing your arm to throw you into the room. your rag doll of a body is slammed against a cage that rattles at the force and you swear you can feel your already broken ribs puncture a lung causing you to cough violently and struggle to breathe properly.

“..love?”

xanthus.

his voice nearly makes you burst into tears, it sounds so soft and is filled with concern.

“i must say lawrence, they’re a lot stronger than i thought they would be.” audric pulls you aways from the cage and lifts you to your feet that you can’t stand on without audric holding you up.

your head is pounding and everything is blurry through your eyes, but you try your hardest to focus on xanthus. he’s standing in front of you trying to assess all of the damage that audric has done to you.

“you’re going to be fine love, d-don’t worry. we’ll get you out of here and fix you up.” xanthus’ voice hitches as he looks at the fresh blood on your face.

audric lets out a loud laugh.

“oh lawrence, you always did know how to make me laugh.” he says, readjusting you to be in front of him. “you are never getting out of here.”

you suddenly feel a wave of release wash over you and you realize you can move on your own. the pain shoots through you and grip the bars to stop yourself from falling over. you feel xanthus’ hands cover your own. the small action plus the ridiculous amount of pain your in makes your tears flow freely down your cheeks as you look up to lock eyes with xanthus. his expression scares you even more, he’s mortified at the state your in.

you can’t bare to look at him any longer with that expression painted on his face. your legs fail you and you end up on the ground meekly holding onto the bars still. xanthus quickly gets down to your level trying to see if you’re breathing.

“i-i’m sorry xanthus.” you choke out your words, pushing through the pain just to speak to him. “i’m so scared, i-i tried to be b-brave and i failed.”

“it’s okay love, you’ve been so brave, i’m so proud of you love. you didn’t fail me i promise.” he sounds like he’s pleading with you to stay strong.

“i think it’s time to put them out of their misery, don’t you think lawrence?” audric asks harshly pulling you away from him.

“no! audric let them go!”

audric’s hand grips your hair tightly, making the open wound on your skull bleed more down your face.

“just smell that delicious blood lawrence. you really know how to pick them huh?”

the smell of your blood was driving xanthus insane. he was hungry but it was overshadowed by the anger he felt at the fact you were bleeding and badly hurt.

audric pulls a knife from behind him and traces the sharp blade on your jawline. you can hear xanthus practically growl at the action.

tears roll down your cheeks onto the reflective blade being now held tightly at your throat. you look to xanthus for any kind of comfort and the only thing on his face is panic and soon your blood paints his features as he lets out a horrific scream.

the hurt stops.

then it starts again.

it’s a piercing pain that travels through every nerve in your system and shocks you awake. you’re still in the same room on the floor covered in blood, you see xanthus free from his cage standing over what seems to be a body that you can only assume is audric.

every part of you aches and you sit up from your place on the floor. xanthus sees you move through his peripheral vision and turns to face you.

“i’m sorry.” he apologizes. “i couldn’t save you in time. the bond is broken.”

he looks at you differently, theres no ounce of affection for your in his eyes anymore. you can only see the pain in them and it sends a shiver down your spine.

“xanthus?”

he walks over to you and offers a hand.

“come. let’s find dontis and leave.”

his words are as cold as the hand that you take.

“you’re a vampire now.”

inspired by this post by @belladonnadawn thank you so much for the idea

i think this has been in the works since i saw the post which was like months ago i’m just glad i finally finished it.

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

[fanby-fckry]

ANGRY AND HATEFUL PERSON AWARD! ❣️ Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you hate! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're shit inside and out <3

So, this has been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I wasn’t sure how to respond to it, or even if I should, but I’m gonna take a crack at it.

I genuinely cannot tell what the intentions behind this ask are, or what tone it’s meant to be said in. I’m not hurt by it, but I am confused. Like, genuinely baffled. Either my inability to read social cues is showing, or this is a really weird ask.

I recognize that it’s meant to be based on those “beautiful person award” chain asks, but I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be actually hateful or if it’s a joke because it subverts the expectations of the ask.

I will not be participating in this chain, because:

I don’t understand it.

I wouldn’t want anyone to think I mean this genuinely.

I don’t actually hate anyone on tumblr?

Hate is a strong word, and I typically reserve it for people who have personally wronged me or someone I love. The closest match for hate on tumblr for me is like, repost/art theft accounts and terfs and shit. But I don’t wanna send them chain asks.

Uh, thanks for the ask, I guess? Please don’t send me stuff like this, guys. Or try to clarify what you mean, at least.

Like, if you’re gonna send anon hate, it should be immediately recognizable as anon hate. And if this was a joke, it definitely failed to hit its mark, because I’m not laughing, I’m just kinda standing here like: 🧍🏻 what.

[millaaster]

Love Takes Time - Koisuru Boukun

Pairing: Morinaga Tetsuhiro x Tatsumi Souichi

Summary: Morinaga comes home from work to visit Tatsumi, as usual, but he wants to make sure they're more than physical, for his senpai to really trust and be comfortable around him!

Words: 1745

CW: SFW; Fluff; Domestic Fluff.

AN: Soooo...this was my first fic written quite a while ago and I'm finally motivated to get back to writing, so I'm starting things over on Tumblr by reposting this! Enjoy babes. I JUST WANTED THEM TO BE CUTE YOUR HONOR!

Please, do not repost or translate.

MORINAGA finally had a chance to travel home after finishing his work ahead of time as he started his vacation period. After going out to eat with his senpai, they came back – this time to the new apartment he had moved into.

As Tatsumi took a shower, Morinaga was taken by thoughts, alone in the kitchen. AsSouichi opened the door, he was startled at finding that figure standing there – both because of how handsome he knew Morinaga was (and not seeing him as regularly as before gave it a whole new effect on him) and because of the serious look in his face. Did he do something to hurt him without realizing it?

After a few seconds of looking at each other, Morinaga seemed to come back to himself. Looking down and smiling tenderly, he started:

“Senpai, as time passes, I’ve been thinking more about what kind of life I see myself having in the future. I believe I’ve made it clear by now that of course you’re a part of it, no matter what”.

Tatsumi was slightly worried as he didn’t know in which direction that conversation was leading.

Morinaga continued:

“You know I’m the happiest just by being the one that comes back to you when returning home, but…I want to be the closest to you, senpai. And I want you to feel comfortable when you’re with me as well”.

Tatsumi was dumbstruck. It was true there were some barriers between them. He felt a clench in his heart by thinking it was probably mainly because of his own “self-defense mode” - although Morinaga had his share too.

“Senpai, we’ve known each other for quite a while and been in a relationship for some time too. So…I’ve made a resolution”. He had a smile on his lips and watched Tatsumi warmly. “I’m not holding back any longer”.

“...Wha-!?!” Tatsumi considered whether he should flee out through the door and run away while he still had a chance, but he continued to listen.

“Hehehe. Don’t worry, that’s not exactly what I mean!” And with a satisfied look: “From now on I’m doing all the things couples do with you senpai – and I decided to take the initiative as it was impossible you’d do it...”.

He got closer to his wary senpai and took his hand.

“You know, I really miss you when I’m away. I really want to hug you; to feel your hair and your warmth; I want to kiss you and cherish you. I’m going to do it all as my heart tells me; even if you hit me, I’ll be diligent!”.

“What is this idiot talking about?” thought Tatsumi.

“I’ll take my time, though. I’ll let you slowly get used to it”. And with that, he pulled his senpai closer and softly kissed his forehead, leaving to his room and then to the bathroom for a shower, in high spirits the rest of the night.

Tatsumi’s mind was blanked out. As soon as he put himself together, he ran and locked himself inside his room.

* * *

In the morning, Tatsumi, still sleepy, forgot about what happened for a minute, being instantly reminded by a:

“Good morning, senpai~ ♥”.

“Mornin...” he replied, squinting his eyes suspiciously in the direction he was standing in. Throughout the day he would avoid getting too close to Morinaga, almost keeping an imaginary safety zone. When he realized how the guy had a grin every time he noticed that behavior, he even considered whether he said that just to mess around with him. Still, he didn’t let his guard down.

Tetsuhiro had a clear strategy in his head though. So that it wouldn’t end up being even worse, he was willing to make use of all of his self-control. To begin with, every three days he would try some sort of skinship and, wherever he had a chance, he would make questions about things he wanted to know regarding his senpai – that also helped them to engage in general conversations, rather than keeping it physical.

He was conscious that, although they had changed so much until then, he had to be a little more mature towards their life together; he couldn’t let his selfish desires lead him on. He truly wanted to establish a genuine bond with Souichi. This time, he had a week of vacation; it would be enough for giving it a try and, after that, he could approach him every time he came home.

At first, when his senpai was a little more relaxed, he would give him a good morning back hug. Morinaga was, indeed, hit by an angry Tatsumi – who did feel flustered inside. During breakfast, when pouring him coffee, he would give him a soft peck on the cheek with an “Enjoy your food~”.

As he expected himself, he wasn’t all that strong, and sometimes, taken by lust, he crossed that line and took Tatsumi to bed in a hurried sequence of actions.

Morinaga also sat purposefully close to him at night if he was around reading or working in the living room. He bumped his feet on his senpai’s and caressed them lightly before he stood up and left, cursing. At this point, at least, he wasn’t as violent, limited to the use of some heavy vocabulary to express his indignation.

Although Tatsumi was having a hard time, as all that felt more teasing than bonding, he also sensed he was less and less bothered by Tetsuhiro’s caring attacks. He was aware the guy wasn’t going to stop and, furthermore, that his feelings weren’t fake, it was just...he had a different way of showing affection. But, if he was supposed to keep his word and accept Morinaga that way, maybe consolidating proper communication was the most important thing to do. Both of them had strong personalities and, in order to work it out, the two of them would have to adapt and give up some things every once in a while.

Even with those thoughts in mind, a few days later, when Morinaga tried holding his hand when they were waiting for the meal to finish cooking, he felt his face burning hot and quickly escaped.

* * *

On a Friday night, Morinaga was traveling back to the apartment to stay for the weekend, when he got a message from Tatsumi:

We had a setback at the lab

I’ll be a little late, sorry

You can just get in first

Back on the campus, Souichi’s research experiment went wrong and they lost about two months of work from that set. After trying to find the problem and solve it, he and his exhausted helpers called it a day and left. On his way home, all the mad anger felt earlier had already turned into frustration, and the exhaustion in his body made it even harder on him.

Even though it was late, when he entered he found Morinaga awake, watching something on the TV, and a bowl of soup waiting for him over the table. He greeted:

“I’m home”.

“Oh, welcome home, senpai. Though I should be the one saying your line”, Morinaga replied with a soft laugh.

“Ah, right. How was the trip? You should have gone to bed; you must be tired”.

“No, it’s fine; I thought I’d wait for you”. And realizing his tired expression “By the way, what happened in the lab? Is everything alright?”

Morinaga listened to the explanation as Tatsumi sat down and ate.

“Senpai, I’m so sorry. I wish I could do something to help”.

“...Yeah...it’s okay. It is very unfortunate, but I guess that’s part of an experiment, isn’t it?”

He wondered if Tetsuhiro was still working there it would have happened differently. He was good at noticing details he sometimes left behind.

“Senpai, you’re the one who should head over to the shower and then take some rest. I’ll take care of the dishes, so don’t worry”.

He did need that to deny it, so he simply complied and said a quiet “Okay, thank you”.

After finishing with the few dishes, Morinaga went back to the sofa, since he was a little curious about how the show ended. In the meantime, Tatsumi came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

“Hey, you’re still watching it?”

“Ah yeah. It’s kind of interesting, actually”.

He went over and sat by his side. He was very close and Morinaga felt his knee touching Souichi’s leg. He was surprised but happy. Right then, he turned slightly towards him and noticed his senpai’s sight was pointing down, distracted. He knew how dedicated he was to his work so that day must have been really rough. Morinaga reached out and held his hand. Tatsumi startled and frowned for a bit, then he hesitated, but stayed still like that. He fondled his senpai’s hand and felt him tighten the grip between them.

Tetsuhiro smiled; that’s what he wanted, to be someone to be relied on by the one he loved. He snuggled closer and watched as Souichi moved his face almost as if placing it on his shoulder. They stayed there silent, only enveloped by the white noise coming from the screen in front of them.

About half an hour later, Souichi dozed out, using Morinaga as a pillow. He looked down to catch a glimpse of one of the most precious things he had ever seen. He carefully turned off the TV and carried him to his room. He covered him and was about to leave…but he couldn’t let that chance go to waste. He laid by his side, cuddling him and setting his head at Souchi’s nape, feeling the soft hair brush against his nose as he fell asleep.

* * *

When he woke up, Tatsumi took a second to notice another body was close to his own and gasped at the arms holding him. He then remembered what came about last night, calculating what he should do now.

But...but...that heat was so cozy...he had no reason to get away from there. He could just pretend he was still sleeping and enjoy it a little more. He was happy that, after all, Morinaga had put so much effort to help him learn how much he could like this kind of thing.

Meanwhile, Morinaga, who was awake all the time, did his best so Souichi wouldn’t notice. When he leaned back again into his chest, relieved, he tightened his embrace, pretending it was out of reflex.

Interactions are always appreciated ☆* have a lovely day!

Ao3

[hyuneskkami]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ♡

~ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

✶⋆.˚ “I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. every story has the potential for infinite endings.” ⋆˚

🤍 ༘⋆ spoilers marked !

✶⋆.˚ “i’d give you the world if I could. the moon, the stars, and all the suns in the universe. anything for you, my heart.” ⋆˚

𐙚 songs to listen to while reading this . . . ᝰ.ᐟ

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

⟢ the archer — taylor swift

⟢ worship — ari abdul

⟢ lunch — billie eilish

⟢ the prophecy — taylor swift

⟢ rockland — gracie abrams

✶⋆.˚ “have you forgotten the way heartbreak rips apart the soul piece by piece, how it turns you into a masochist making you long for the thing that just eviscerated you until there’s nothing left of you to be destroyed?” ⋆˚

𐙚 mini brain dump . . . ᝰ.ᐟ

♒︎ heavenly. to say I devoured this book would be an understatement.

♒︎ i’ve read a few reviews after finishing the book, and i can’t relate the complaints about the addition of vampires to the plot. they might’ve been unnecessary, but did i love it? yes. because, if there’s magical objects, potions, mysterious arches, and prophecies… why not vampires? i ate that up fr.

♒︎ also, i just like vampires 🫣

SPOILERS‼️

♒︎ apollo’s ‘death’ came as a shock, to me. I WAS LITERALLY SPEECHLESS. but that ending? i could seriously have never expected that. he’s so alive that I just know shit is going to hit the fan and if he wakes up in tbona, he’s going to be bitchy and i’m going to hate him <3

♒︎ and, oh, jacks. i so so so hope there’s much more to what eva thinks he’s done (manipulating her) bc i want him to get a good character arc.

spoilers end <3 ^

✶⋆.˚ “hurt is what made me.” ⋆˚

𐙚 characters & relationships . . . ᝰ.ᐟ

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ evangeline fox — evangeline fox might just be the most unrelatable fmc i’ve ever read, but it’s seriously okay. each novel’s mcs have their own traits and flaws, and eva’s is that she’s too optimistic and trusting. i do feel bad for her, tho.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ jacks / the prince of hearts — now look, for someone who’s reading this after reading caraval, I’M IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN. my absolute fav kind of fictional characters are the cocky and sarcastic ones with a mysterious backstory, so jacks is perfect <33 everything about him screams ‘love me’ so 😋💓

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ evajacks — SPOILERS ‼️ : evajacks’ chemistry was almost non-existent in this book (except when he tried to bite her and turn into a vampire beep boop), but i’m hoping it gets much better in the next (though, i’m finding it hard to predict how that will happen considering what eva knows about jacks what she does 💀) i’m rooting for evajacks anyway because they’re now my caravalverse otp along with scarlian <3 : spoilers end <3 <

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ marisol tourmaline — marisol is such a classic high school white girl. see, i get that her mum said all that stuff to her face (which is so not how parenting works) which might have led her to want to be loved and cared for, BUT STILL. MARISOL. COME ON. she’s literally like ‘i want only what she has, because i just do.’ which is so wrong on a lot of levels. get yourself a bf without bewitching them, and i would have had 0 problems with you, marisol.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ apollo acadian — apollo. mon dieu, this man. ik it was a curse, but oh god. my hopeless romantic heart beat for apollo’s dialogues when he was cursed in this book. he was borderline obsessed (but in a non-stalker way, guys) but STILL 😭 (can you tell I have issues? 💀) oh, to be loved like cursed apollo loved eva.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ♱ tiberius acadian — tiberius ah.. well.. bro’s just sort of.. there.

✶⋆.˚ “for anyone who has ever made a bad decision because of a broken heart.” ⋆˚

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[th3-0bjectivist]

1500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION post w/ page mascot Springin' Chip!

Heya folks! Springin’ Chip here with a very special celebratory post! This last week, th3-0bjectivist hit 1500 followers! To be fair, about a quarter of his followers are more than likely AI pornbots, but let’s not get hung up on unnecessary details! Being a canine, there’s very little that I can personally offer our audience on Tumblr… save for some drool, dog snot, and poop. So, we’re going to celebrate the only way I know how!

Pictured with me in this photoset is my big sister, Ruby, and for this commemorative post you get to watch me beat her up! I assault my big sister all the time these days, sometimes for no reason, numerous times a day! I think she likes it! If weight class and overall size were a factor, Ruby could just brush my little Spaniel ass aside like a dust bunny. But she plays well with me, and just lets me kinda passively dominate her most days. Works for me! On with the festivities!!!

And now for some page lore! About a decade ago, th3-0bjectivist was comically barely known as v3ritasartiste on Tumblr. It was a page centered around conspiracy theories… and art, and music. And whooooooo boy, did it suck ass through a bamboo straw! The layout was atrocious, the conspiracy-addled dipshit in charge of the page had no idea what he was doing because he was high out of his mind on government-strength sativa and indica strains 24/7, and nothing he posted made a lick of sense! After gaining a whopping 78 followers over two years, butt-hurt and utterly disregarded, v3ritasartiste shut down his page out of pure frustration.

Yeah, take that Ruby! Years later, during the stay-at-home fallout from ***THE UNSPECIFIED VIRUS FROM UNKNOWN ORIGINS***, v3ritasartiste became th3-0bjectivist with three main goals in mind: 1. Jettison the conspiracy bullshit entirely 2. Create a page that actually makes contextual sense 3. Promote art, both own and others. And, by gum, it worked! Well… sorta. There was still a learning curve and he pissed off a few people to start things off (those blocks were well-earned in retrospect) because he was too brash and cocky, but some social refinement and further diversification of materials led us to where we are today. 1500 and counting!

Do ya see how Ruby just lets me rule her!? She could swallow me in a single gulp, damn I love her so much! Getting back to the point of this post, th3-0 wants you to know he greatly appreciates your follows, your likes, reposts, and most importantly your presence here on Tumblr! You may not realize it, but we’re all on a journey together while we’re on this platform. th3-0 has been able to share some of his joys, sorrows and art with you over the years… and those moments aren’t just precious, they are the universal moments that bring us all together as a species. Well… not me personally per se. Just to be clear, I’m a dog! Th3-0, who is a human, just wanted me to express those things to you… yeah, that’s the ticket.

Unlike last year, we’re at full mast with new art. We’ve got plenty of new paintings coming which just need to be more fully realized. We’ve practically cornered the market on original painting-animations on Tumblr, and musical entries and snarky commentary will continue to flow like wine until we’ve determined they are no longer working for us (which will be NEVER). Warts and all, th3-0bjectivist LOVES Tumblr. And just a reminder, if you’re ever interested in purchasing some canvas work, which would really help us, just head on over to our page on DeviantArt and browse the selections in the Featured section. Our wall decorations can make your home or business weirder and more wondrous at the same time! Tumblr restricts gifs to a pathetic 10MB download, which severely confines the visual quality of the gifs. But on DeviantArt, all our artistic gifs are available in high definition and they’re free to download!

Time for a nap with my big sis…. while th3-0bjectivist deletes 386,712,364,871,236,857,623,547,612,376,451,457,282,367,487,264 pornbot messages from his Tumblr inbox! Thanks Tumblr, we love you all!

Until next time fellow literate dogs, ¬ Springin’ Chip for th3-0bjectivist

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[lexyscross]

Kirsch family headcanons! 💕 (Pt. 2)

(Reposting this in parts because Tumblr changed their shit and won't let me edit the original post now.)

All of them were upset when Richie told them he was moving to California (they’re from the Midwest, so that’s way across the country), but Quinn especially, who yelled at him and then stomped up to her room, slamming the door shut. Ethan just sat on the couch, pouting with his arms crossed, saying nothing. (Richie, of course, knew why he was going, but he couldn’t give them an answer other than that he wanted to, which is probably what hurt the most. It felt like he was just abandoning the family; that he had his own life now and was ready to move on from them.)

Once Richie moved to California, he FaceTimed/Skyped/whatever with them all of the time. Like, almost every day. They certainly texted daily. A lot of memes and stuff like that, especially between Quinn and Richie.

I don’t even- ...I don’t even know how to describe what it was like when they got the news that Richie was murdered and was involved in a killing spree in California. It was... it was sad is all I know. I imagine they were all home together when they got the news. They were definitely breaking down, mixed with denial. Wayne fell to the floor and sobbed once it hit him; his first baby was gone. Quinn practically had a panic attack right then; in fact, she probably did. And Ethan simply shut down; he just stood there against the wall for about 10 minutes, wordless, showing no reaction, staring at nothing, likely in a state of shock.

Ethan had a bit of a Roman Roy moment at Richie’s funeral. If you know, you know.

Wayne was so deep in his grief that the kids (more so Quinn, the Eldest Daughter™/now Eldest Child™) had to start taking care of him, making sure that he ate and got some sleep.

Quinn and Ethan saw the pictures that Wayne saw of Richie. I have varying theories about this that I enjoy, but all I know is that they saw those pictures. Did Wayne show them the pictures to motivate them? I like to think he tried to keep them from seeing them, but the man was so far gone in his devastation that who’s to say?

Wayne was so sleep-deprived that, when Ethan came to visit him in his office (home office, not at work) before bed one night, standing in the doorway, Wayne accidently called him Richie before realizing and correcting his mistake. He apologized, and Ethan just said it was okay. He wanted to be upset, but he knew it was a simple sleep-deprived mistake; he also knew that it had to be hard for his father to look at him and not see his first son.

Mom/Wife didn't want to talk about Richie after the funeral. She wanted to pretend that he'd never existed. Furthermore, she became cold (or colder, since he sounds like he really hated her in the script) toward Ethan because look at him. How was she supposed to forget her eldest son when her youngest looks and acts so much like him?

When Wayne brought up the revenge idea, and Mrs. Kirsch refused, freaking out and all (as one would do), Ethan knew they had to get rid of her, and he was so angry that she would betray Richie like that. He stormed off to the kitchen, grabbed a large knife, came back to the living room, and just stabbed the shit outta her! All of his rage toward her and about the entire situation just poured out. Quinn and Wayne were in shock. I have no idea how they handled that afterward.

Wayne actually misses his wife, which is why he still wears his wedding ring.

On Richie’s first birthday after his death (which would also end up being the only one they’d be alive for), they “celebrated” with a small chocolate cake (his favorite) and blew out the candles together. 🥺 (Richie is a September baby, to me. A Virgo.)

(Part 1)

[kai-ni]

This is gonna be a hot ass take, but don't post art to Ao3. It's not what Ao3 is for, and it's scummy to writers who put their work out there.

And I'm not talking about fics with artwork embedded, that's fine. I'm not even talking about comics, because those involve writing and if they're ongoing I can see why they could work there. I'm talking about people that make a 'work' on Ao3 that's just an embedded image (or a collection of embedded fanart) and nothing else, 0 word count.

Ao3 is the ONLY platform FOR writers. You physically can't post longfic on twitter (I mean maybe in a bazillion tweets, but really?) buttt you can post art on twitter all you want. You can post writing on other sites like tumblr, etc (deviantart? does anyone use it anymore? you shouldn't. anyway) but that's not really what people are LOOKING for on those platforms, and writers will ALWAYS be overshadowed by artists on those platforms because art is easier to consume faster, and anyone scrolling the tags there can scroll past art, appreciate it, like/reblog it in a second rather than taking the commitment to read something (that may take hours to consume) and THEN coming back to like/reblog it/otherwise interact with it.

That's kinda just the nature of writing vs art, and it is what it is.

But people come to Ao3 SPECIFICALLY for writing. It's the ONE platform (I mean barring older stuff like ff.net that's pretty much defunct) where people go specifically looking for writing to consume.

'Okay I get it Kai, but one person putting art on Ao3 doesn't hurt anyone or take away from the writers on there, they're all... there.'

Alas, it does.

In a much smaller fandom I wrote in, one of my more successful fics was on the first page of search results for that fandom when sorted by hits (which is the most popular way to sort 'em and really the only way older fics are found), up until a popular fan artist posted a work on Ao3 that was just a collection of embedded fanart pieces (that they'd already posted on twitter and had been seen there and were very popular) and that very quickly knocked my work off the first page of hits. So, my work was seen less because that artist just decided to repost to a platform primarily for writers. Yea, you're gonna bet that upset me.

'Kai you're just jealous their art was better than your writing'

'Kay not gonna deny it probably was. But their art had already been seen/was really popular on another platform that I, as a writer, didn't even have access to. Doesn't feel great for them to come into the writer's space and also then overshadow. Because again, art is easier to consume. it's always gonna be, that's the POINT of having a site like Ao3 where writers can shine. Fine fine, call me cranky for being bumped, but I wouldn't have cared at all if it were by another fic.

'You can sort out works with 0 words you know'

Yea, sure. Does everyone just visiting Ao3 know how to do that? And again, that's not the default. If you just click on the fandom without doing anything, it doesn't.

Now imagine you're not on the first page, and still had a work in that fandom and your work was on page 10 or whatever for that fandom (again it was a small one). You're now on page 11. Very few people have the patience to search that far back, and now you aren't been seen at all because you got bumped by a popular artist. This isn't something that happens on twitter or other platforms - everyone's bound by the silly algorithm / time on twitter, and time on tumblr. it's a LEVEL playing field. it isn't really on Ao3. Yes, there's sort by 'most recent' and that's all fair, but by hits, kudos etc isn't.

So yes, when those sort functions are taken into consideration, artists posting on Ao3 really do hurt writers, and take space away from them, make smaller writers less seen, etc. It sucks.

There's plenty of other places to post your art. I know, there's fewer places to post NSFW works now and get feedback on them (unfortunately) but Ao3 doesn't even host the images anyway... you have to upload them somewhere else! there are other options. Don't take space from writers because sites like tumblr aren't good for NSFW anymore.

Again this is gonna be a super hot take, but that's how I feel and I lose respect for artists real quick when they do this. No shade, I'm not trying to call anyone out, this isn't specifically directed at anyone, just something that I've seen repeatedly and has been milling around in my head for years now. Disagree if you like, but I'm not looking to get into fights in the rbs so.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

"...And I Turned Out Fine..."

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG THIS

I know my personal experience isn't the same as everyone else's. I'm not a navel gazing dipshit. But I do want to talk about my own bias here, I guess, having to do with this phrase and phrases like it.

I've said something like this probably thousands of times in my life. It was always trying to dismiss my own true feelings of not being fine. Literally every time I said it, it wasn't true. Not that it was exactly a lie. It was more an argument to myself so I could move past something shitty like it wasn't shitty and it shouldn't bother me. Sometimes I even justified shitty things like they were good for me. In some ways, some of the shitty parts WERE good for me, in the long run, but that doesn't mean I don't still have real trauma from them that I try to invalidate for myself all the time.

I think we're all basically made up of our traumas and their coping mechanisms. Optimism is one of mine. Sometimes that's really great. It's almost always great for helping out OTHER people who are having a hard time seeing their way out of shit, or can't find anything positive to hold onto in a dark time. I can see it. I'll show them where it is. I can spin a lot of things into brighter light, when someone else is already seeing the dark. I'm thankful for that part of me and how it serves other people. I really am. But for myself? Optimism, while often still really effective, means I'm just denying it's dark.

I never shared this anecdote between J and me publicly on the older, more followed blogs, and I may have shared it privately with a couple of you already, but it's on my mind again today, so here it is. In writing.

Maybe a year or two before tumblr hit my radar (maybe 2014ish?), J and I had a date where our son stayed over with my parents (I've always had mixed feelings about having our son stay with my parents, but there really isn't anyone else we trust at all around here. Anyway, so J and I usually went to dinner somewhere and then came home and did kinky shit together and watched rated R shit on streaming we couldn't watch when our kid was home. But this particular evening, after doing kinky shit, we were both web surfing some and we ran across one of those What Kind of Dom/Sub Are You? online quizzes (50 Shades was at peak popularity there, I think). So for silliness, we both took it. (We were living D/s since early 2007 at that point; so before 50 Shades existed). My results were all over the place, 20% of four labels each and 10% each of two more. J joked that I couldn't be labeled. His results were something like 85% White Knight Dominant. I remember the explanation saying that these 'types' were really concerned with safety, and very protective, and were 'typically drawn to submissives who are abuse/trauma survivors.' I said, 'You must be atypical. Because that's not me,' laughing at how ridiculous that suggestion was for me (it's dead on accurate for J). And he said, seriously, and kind of sad, 'Peaches? That's totally you.'

I admit that I use my happiness and security and accomplishments to justify my trauma and abusive past. I said, 'I did this, so my mom didn't really hurt me...' 'J says I'm a good mom, so I must not have been affected by that event...' 'What do I have to complain about in my life now? I turned out fine...' But the truth is all that hurt is still there, and that's why it comes out in the fiction. Because that's the place it's the safest to let it out still. Going to repost the first thing I wrote here with the no reblog control now that I can do that because all that's on my mind again today too.

[tartagla2]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: ASTER !!! , i do go by a few other names but aster is typically the one i prefer unless we've known each other long enough for me to trust you using my other names !!

PRONOUNS: she/her , they/them , star/stars && a few other neos but star/stars is the main one !! i don't have a preference , but i'd like if you could change them up sometimes and not just stick to a single one !

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: i do prefer discord, mostly because tumblr im's tend to be super glitchy. i don't get alerted or i have to reload a page to see them.

NAME OF MUSE(s): ajax .. ch//ilde ... tar//taglia .. my baby boy, light of my life . i also have a ton of muses over on my mumu though that i will not list off because i have ..... so many. so many .

BEST EXPERIENCE: honestly?? meeting people up here! some of my best friendships have been made because of roleplaying on tumblr. ending up playing games, forming connections && i couldn't be happier with that.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

not communicating with me , i like to be communicated with. if i am doing something that upsets you, if there's something you need to discuss. communicate it! also just talk to me in general because i like to form connections out of character as well .

not , respecting my boundaries. specifically ones based around roleplaying. i have had trauma on tumblr and it's left me a bit iffy on things ( specifically around shipping. ) and as such i have boundaries listed .

rushing me !! i have adhd && i get distracted super easily. i don't like to be rushed either, if i feel rushed i'll just get super uninterested .

MUSE PREFERENCES: normally sunshine girls who are typically mistreated by the fandom OR love interests who are mistreated by the fandom. i latch onto girls who hide behind smiles and laughter even when they're hurting. ajax was funnily enough a big switch up as my first male muse, all though i think he also fits in the 'hiding behind smiles and laughter even when they're hurting ' vibe .

PLOTS OR MEMES:  both!!! i love both, sometimes its easier to send in memes than plot for me as i'm someone who plots by talking vs actually trying to plot. like it happens randomly and i'll come up with a silly idea and we just have a back and forth. i love plotting though and i also really love having memes sent in because you can make a plot out of them !!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i like both, i typically prefer like a paragraph max, unless its something silly. i kinda try to limit myself to like three paragraphs for replies unless i have a hit of inspiration .

BEST TIME TO WRITE: typically late in the evening as i'm gaming in the morning with my friends && then im out of the house in the afternoon. so i'm not typically online on tumblr until around 10pm EST .

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): my partner has called me out multiple times for relating to ajax so yeah ...

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