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Kelbrey Week Day 4 - Free Day @kelbreyweek
They had a sleepover and when Kel changed into his pajamas aubrey saw his multiple copies of the same jersey so she wore one and then they laughed about how loose it was so Kel wore aubrey's jacket but he couldn't fit in it so he just wore it over his shoulders. They proceed to braid each other's hair because yes
#omori#omori aubrey#omori aubrey fanart#omori kel#omori kel fanart#omori kelbrey#kelbrey week 2023#omori baseball#omori fanart#xjsnxmsm not too proud with this piece#hope I'll do better for the next prompt which is prom#i forgot his leg hairs again I HAD TO EDIT IT#thank god tumblr can edit photos-#i have to repost it on instagram now tho :(
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I spent the evening looking into this AI shit and made a wee informative post of the information I found and thought all artists would be interested and maybe help yall?
edit: forgot to mention Glaze and Nightshade to alter/disrupt AI from taking your work into their machines. You can use these and post and it will apparently mess up the AI and it wont take your content into it's machine!
edit: ArtStation is not AI free! So make sure to read that when signing up if you do! (this post is also on twt)
[Image descriptions: A series of infographics titled: āOpt Out AI: [Social Media] and what I found.ā The title image shows a drawing of a person holding up a stack of papers where the first says, āTerms of Serviceā and the rest have logos for various social media sites and are falling onto the floor. Long transcriptions follow.
Instagram/Meta (I have to assume Facebook).
Hard for all users to locate the āopt outā options. The option has been known to move locations.
You have to click the opt out link to submit a request to opt out of the AI scraping. *You have to submit screenshots of your work/face/content you posted to the app, is curretnly being used in AI. If you do not have this, they will deny you.
Users are saying after being rejected, are being āmeta blockedā
Peopleās requests are being accepted but they still have doubts that their content wonāt be taken anyways.
Twitter/X
As of August 2023, Twitterās ToS update:
āTwitter has the right to use any content that users post on its platform to train its AI models, and that users grant Twitter a worldwide, non-exclusive, royalty-free license to do so.ā
There isnāt much to say. Theyāre doing the same thing Instagram is doing (to my understanding) and we canāt even opt out.
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They also take your data and content and sell it to AI models.
But youāre in luck!
It is very simply to opt out (Wow. Thank Gods)
Opt out on Desktop: click on your blog > blog settings > scroll til you see visibility options and itāll be the last option to toggle
Out out of Mobile: click your blog > scroll then click visibility > toggle opt out option
TikTok
I took time skim their ToS and under āHow We Use Your Informationā and towards the end of the long list: āTo train and improve our technology, such as our machine learning models and algorithms.ā
Regarding data collected; they will only not sell your data when āwhere restricted by applicable lawā. That is not many countries. You can refuse/disable some cookies by going into settings > ads > turn off targeted ads.
I couldnāt find much in AI besides āour machine learning modelsā which I think is the same thing.
What to do?
In this age of the internet, itās scary! But you have options and can pick which are best for you!
Accepting these platforms collection of not only your artwork, but your face! And not only your faces but the faces of those in your photos. Your friends and family. Some of those family members are children! Some of those faces are minors! I shudder to think what darker purposes those faces could be used for.
Opt out where you can! Be mindful and know the content you are posting is at risk of being loaded to AI if unable to opt out.
Fully delete (not archive) your content/accounts with these platforms. I know it takes up to 90 days for instagram to ādeleteā your information. And even keep it for ālegalā purposes like legal prevention.
Use lesser known social media platforms! Some examples are; Signal, Mastodon, Diaspora, et. As well as art platforms: Artfol, Cara, ArtStation, etc.
The last drawing shows the same person as the title saying, āI am, by no means, a ToS autistic! So feel free to share any relatable information to these topics via reply or qrt!
I just wanted to share the information I found while searching for my own answers cause Iām sure people have the same questions as me.ā \End description] (thank you @a-captions-blog!)
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Necessary evils | Negotiations chapter ii
Ben [ Soldier boy ] x reader | no pronouns
explicit - minors dni
tags / warnings ; dubcon, reader has vagina, intoxication, weed use, cocaine mentions, slight angst, porn with a plot, destructive mutualization, lap sitting, pleasure denial, grinding ("the knee thing"), slight underwear fetish, m!masturbation, couch sex, free use elements, creampie, verbal threats, reader takes initiative (aka fucks around and finds out, with feelings!), is soldier boy a warning? if so, soldier boy antics!,
summary ; after the night in the alley, you cant help but wonder caused it all.
word count ; 5.3k
a/n ; [ Reposted with a full ending and edits ! Thank you for the support, even on accidental posts :"D] can be a stand-alone fic, but really meant to be a chapter 2 for my first fic on tumblr, Negotiations <3 thank you all for 200 followers, ill never be able to express the gratitude in my heart that has flourished in this community!! heres to writing format improvement, cheers! *tink!
Ben grunted as he pushed himself from the creaky motel couch, sighing quietly while his eyes scanned the room silently - As he landed on a small shoe box pushed underneath a desk, he bent at the waist to grab ahold of it, sliding it out with a hum. Upon flipping open the lip in time with sitting back down on the couch, made way for the harsh and bitter smell of weed and tobacco. His large hands sifted through the different items, plucking a glass pipe and grinder from the box and setting it next to him. The motions of this gave way for a strange familiarity, the smell, and movements of packing the bowl reminding him of hiding weed from his father decades ago. He was always insistent a boy like him should be 'straight-edge', clean, and practically from marble. He gave a quiet chuckle as he brought the pipe to his lips, glancing up at the ceiling. Before down towards the floor. No way in God's green earth had his father made it into Heaven. He gave a light stomp as he flicked the lighter over the bowl - It was muscle memory, though since his father died he made it a point that he'd never rest, not even after death. With a gracious inhale, Ben's lungs filled with smoke, pulling down the thickening barriers of his throat, mind reeling black and white grainy family photos. It made him sick to dwell on his family. Though the exhale cut sharp through his lips, throat stiffening at the burn that sliced that part away from him. He went in for another, heel coming down once more to thump against the floorboards, a smirk now pulling at the corners of his lips. Smoke filled the apartment, not unusual for this time of night, even as it made its way into your sleeping nostrils.
Working with Hughie and Butcher was not your intent. You told yourself this, as you watched the two men unfold into animals, lacing their arms with bands and injecting temp v at any opportune moment. It made it difficult to sleep, knowing the two were out at night, rampaging the streets in hopes of finding Soldier Boy's past team; And also the tense presence of Ben sitting on the couch, just a foot or two away. You stirred at the strong smell, shifting slightly as you adjust yourself on the worn-in couch, propping your elbow up on the armrest with a soft grimace. It wasn't comfortable by any means, but the exhaustion of the day had hit you like a freight train.
"How long was I out?"
"An hour or two. You fuckin' crashed, figured you'd need it."
Nights such as these came with a sense of peace; Like a lion and crane feeding at a watering hole, side by side with eyes unwavering as you do what they must to get by. The peace was faint, gritty between Ben's fingers as he packed a bowl down gently, shifting his jaw. He brought the lighter up to the pipe once again before his eyes set on you- The bowl sizzled as he inhaled, smoke drifting from his nostrils as he effortlessly pulled from the pipe, puffing it as if it were a cigar. His next motion came at a strange interception of his mind and body, hand moving to offer the lit pipe towards you. He gave no words, though it seemed he wouldn't have been able to conduct them into genuine conversation nonetheless.
Typically, you'd shake your head, or wave your hand, leaving the Supe to his devices - Though, the crickets shrouded the night air, pulsating through the thin windows and swelling at the shine of the moon, thick clouds parting like curtains to expose the soft light. This wasn't a night typical for you. You reached out, pursing your lips slightly as his rough skin grazed yours, his thumb lingering on your smaller fingers for a few moments. You tentatively brought the pipe to your lips, eyes casting over the man; He looked painfully human like this, relaxing back into the couch, spreading his thighs with a grunt as he looked back toward you quizzically. You pulled from the pipe, thumb pressing against the small hole, releasing as the bowl crackled a hot orange. The smoke cut down your throat in a harsh wave, coasting over your muscles with a hitched breath as your grip on the pipe tightened slightly, tears wetting the corners of your lashes at the fire lit in your lungs and throat. The smoke escaped you in small puffs, between coughs, dishing in the occasional sip of water from a crinkled 'room service' water bottle. It seemed to entertain Ben strangely, watching you quietly as you recovered from the harsh breath of smoke with an extended hand to take the glass piece back from you. The thick veil of smoke in the air twisted in ribbons as you spoke.
"Remember when you talked about our deal? What made you," You trailed off, recalling the night with a creeping burn ringing in your ears, the feeling of his hands seared into your mind.
"Mhm." Ben didn't miss a beat replying in a deep hum, his eyes now settled closed as he relaxed back into the couch with a sigh. "I don't know. "
He knew the question was coming, though with the anticipation came no rousing answer; In truth, he didn't know. He hadn't been drawn to you before that night, and now finding his pulse speeding due to just being in close proximity of you was... A shift. That was for sure. Ben shifted his jaw slightly, head leaning off to the side a bit. Sex was materialistic, something traded, an exchange - Kissing though. It made Ben's fingers clench into slight fists beside himself, pulling in a slow inhale as his mind returned back to the alley. Your lips against his. The thrum of Ben's heart began to pulse in his temples, rushing down his abdomen as he recalled the feeling of it all. His eyes opened, shifting his weight and keeping his gaze pinned to the space in front of him.Ā "You think I'm a bad guy?"
"...Yes." You weren't sure what he wanted to hear in that moment, his blue eyes fixated on the spot in front of him as your attention fell from his expression to his hands. How they fisted the spaces in the couch beside himself; Yet the geiger counter Hughie left behind remained still. Not rage, not frustration, or a slew of memories. You couldn't place what was eating away at him, not exactly. Though as you confessed yourself, in a single word - The first thing to come from Ben was a chuckle. His fists uncurled, clearing his throat as his eyes moved over the room with a shake of his head. The answer didn't seem to satisfy him - He didn't know your scale of what was and what was not bad, no way to place where he was in your mind, let alone on a metaphorical scale of morality. He brought a hand to his face, palm, and fingers rubbing at his stubble before looking over toward you. His expression was unreadable, not necessarily negative, the lingering breathy chuckle leaving behind the remains of a smirk. Ben wet his lips, parting them for a moment.
"You scared'a me then?" Ben breathed the question, his tone far different from the one he asked a few moments ago. It was a hardened thought as if he'd already concluded the answer before he even asked - Though he wanted to see it. That moment where the searching in your eyes falls to a fearful pricked gaze, goosebumps on your skin as Ben's question truly dawned on you, the man tilting his head slightly, brows still furrowed. He knew that you were scared, but his face read he had no inkling of such a thing; A truly evil man, is one who can be good when he chooses to be.
"Do you want me to be?"
It was a good answer, one that left Ben in yet another warranted corner, grappling with his rather intrusive blood flow. With another shift of his weight, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, inhaling sharply through his nostrils. The dust of cocaine surely didn't go unnoticed, Ben wiping the remainder of it from his upper lip with his thumb, and rubbing it over his tongue. He wouldn't let any go to waste, especially considering Butcher would be now... less inclined to support his rather persistent habit. It showed though; That widened gaze, pupils dilating and lips parting just enough to make way for slow breaths - The smell of whiskey and tobacco. He was always high, smoking even more than Frenchie, but there was a strange tension when he cut lines on the coffee table in front of everyone. It was a different level, the elated silver of his blue eyes pinning people to the spot, unwavering, unblinking. Terrifying, And yet there you sat.
"I think you're already past that. The whole scared thing. I mean shit, you're damn well traumatized."
"I'm stronger than you realize, you know?"
"I could pin you with one hand and take you over my knee with the other." Your throat dried, his gaze inspecting your reaction with a tentative inhale, breathing out a hum as he reached for the pipe still white-knuckled in your hand. He wasn't wrong - He had proved that, yet your stomach twisted into a tight knot at his little hesitation to make it crystal clear. His index and middle finger curled inwards twice, gesturing to the pipe with his eyes still searing into yours. You handed it over with a quiet sigh, eyes breaking away from his before he could dig himself deeper into your mind. You weren't sure how he did it, explored the darkest pits of your mind and clutching them with a forceful intimacy. You recalled the kiss, intermingled with hitched gasps and pleads for mercy, as your hand grazed his. It was warm, his ravenous hands working in stark contrast to the sudden plush in his voice and groans. It was nearly human. Ben paused for a tense moment, eyeing the pipe and parting his lips as the warmth of your skin rested against the callous of his own. You chewed your lip, sneaking a glance at the man who now visibly gathered his thoughts, tensing his jaw as he surrendered the words away, pursing his lips to punctuate his silence.
Sometimes you still wonder what he was going to say. Before he pulled his hand back from yours, before clearing his throat as he caught your stolen glimpse. He set the pipe down onto the small table, watching the bowl fizzle out with you, the black layer slowly crumbling to a dull white ash.
"I was going to ask why you kissed me,"
"I know." You tensed, half expecting him to be far past dozed off during the rolling periods of silence between you. Your eyes moved from the long put-out bowl to look in his direction, though he was already looking at you. The weight of his gaze fell onto your shoulders, beading down your body in slow waves. Ben wet his lips, pursing them once again; And you knew that was all you were going to get. It was nearly impossible to pry him from his mind when he sunk back, his eyes distant for a bleary second, before being blinked away, darting around for the closest vice to pull him back.
But there you were. His vice. The drug no material high could compete with, your soft lips shaping into words he could hardly conceptualize past the thick veil of his rushing pulse. He wanted to constrict himself, for the sake of himself, clench his damn fists and look away from your lips. He swallowed, jaw tight as you leaned closer to him in an inaudible allure, tying the both of you to a painful high. You could feel his breath, hot against yours as he inhaled slowly, his hands unlocking themselves from the couch to reach toward you.
Ā Ā Ā Ā As Ben's large hands moved, he inhaled deeply, his eyes never leaving your lips. The warmth of his skin against yours sent an electric shiver down your spine, and you found yourself leaning your body closer to him. He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat and conflict in his eyes, the battle between his selfish desire and his self-control. But as he allowed you to press your weight against his own, his lips brushing against yours, you knew that he had lost the war.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Bens's lips moved against yours, slow, painstakingly hesitant as if you were made from glass. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your body closer to him as he deepened the kiss. You could taste the weed on his tongue, mixing with bitter liquor, the soft scratch of his stubble rubbing against your skin. You moaned softly against his mouth, your hands moving to his chest, clutching tightly at the collar of his sweatshirt, still dotted with water from his hair. He groaned, the sound deep, and pulled from his chest, a breath of surprise passing his nostrils as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to him. Your legs rested beside his, straddling his lap as your fingers moved to his cold wet hair, tangling themselves through the soaked strands. His tongue traced your bottom lip, his mouth practically watering as you began to grind yourself down against his stiffening cock. A familiar pulse strung itself in your desperate movements, an instinctive dance you couldn't help but lose yourself in, your heart thrumming in your chest, heartbeat quickening in your ears. You took in a ragged breath, lips still pressed messily to his as his hands gripped your hips with a pleading grunt.
"What're you doin' to me, huh baby?" Ben whispered against your glossy lips, his eyes still closed, forehead gently resting against yours. You wish you could answer feasibly, and bring your swelling need to words, but the feeling of being against him was intoxicating. His grasp was like steel, unwavering, fingers moving in practiced gropes, invasively pulling your thighs further apart with little effort on his end. Your struggles, the moments your thighs hitch together or your back arches an inch out of place, were hardly anything to him. His hands molded you in forceful need, the heat of your skin and the sound of your breathing; He wanted it all, all of your weight against his statuesque body, the feeling of the gathering heat between your thighs grinding against his cock.Ā
"Deals a deal," You reminded the Supe with gritted teeth, pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck. Though it did nothing, hardly feeling like a tug, he tilted his chin up, relaxing his shoulders into the couch. Your heart thundered in your chest - You felt like a mouse balancing on the paw of a lion waiting to strike, as you pestered and teased him. He clawed into your hips, palming your ass with a shudder as you lowered your head to his jaw. Your lips traced his stubble, humming softly as you reached his neck, grinding your hips down against him.
"Oh, is that what this is?" Ben spoke in a shallow rumble. "I should'a known better." You felt yourself lift from his lap, his hands bringing you into the air with ease to lay your back on the couch, grunting softly as he pinned your hands beside your head, positioning himself above you. Your breath swam shallow in your chest, swirling from your lips in a mix of moans and echoed pleas. For just a split second, the crushing heat of fear cut through your arousal in a searing slash, your thighs quivering, instinctually going to snap together. Ben's knee caught the space between your legs before you could deny him further, his pressing need to predict your movements drawing a whimper from your throat. He was like stone, no matter how your thighs wriggled, it all resulted in your clit pressing snug against his knee. You could feel your cheeks burning, rushing with the same heat that pulsed itself in your aching cunt. Ben watched your expression shift, releasing your wrists slowly as he pressed his knee experimentally against your heat. You let out a pitiful mewl, watching him slowly reach one of his hands down to grope his clothed length, the veins in his arms bulging as he dipped his fingers past his waistband with a sharp exhale.
Ā Ā Ā Ā The noises you made stirred something in him, his cock twitching with each strained breath that caught your throat. Ben tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down, wetting his lips with a strained grunt as he freed his aching length. You shuddered, feeling his gaze on your face as you watched him wrap his hand over his thick shaft, moving in time with a slow grind against your pussy. Precum pearled at the tip, his thumb rubbing over his slit with a sharp exhale as he gazed at you hungrily.
You'd never forget those eyes, obscured by the drape of his dripping hair as he stroked himself to the image of you before him. Sweat beaded on his temple, brows arching as your back did, letting out a soft grunt as his eyes clung to your features. Ben's other hand released your wrist; He knew well enough he didn't have to restrain you to get what he wanted. His fingers traveled over your arm, rough palm rubbing against your burning cheek, before hitching his grip to the waistband of your thin shorts. His thick fingertips pushed past the fabric with an eased grunt, stretching the elastic band down to expose your underwear. Ben's jaw tensed before his lips fell open to take in a gritted gasp, gripping his cock as it pulsed at the mere sight of you. Your thighs swell over the edges of your underwear, the pearls of sweat pooling in the curves of your features. The air was thick with your hot breathing, eyes pinned on his cock, and how you affected him with each piece of clothing peeled back. Though by the time you had shed your shorts, his patience had worn thin, standing to his feet to properly rid of his sweatpants; Your breath caught in your throat as you did your best to keep up with the man's motions, how quickly his muscular arms crossed over his wide shoulders, pulling the sweatshirt from himself. Scars etched through his skin behind his chest hair, moving with his body as he sauntered toward you.
"Take everything but those lil' panties off, before I rip it all off you sugar."
You manage to comply, prying away the fabric confining your now sweat-glazed skin, pooling in the curves of your body. You could hear his breathing hitch with every article shed from your frame, your shirt discarded messily over your head. You were left as he wanted, as he demanded, head lulling off to the side as you looked up at him. Ben looked almost smug, satisfied as his hand, unmoving at the base of his aching cock, began to stroke slowly, lips parting as he admired you. Your hands clutched at the spaces beside you on the couch, imagining how your nails would feel grinding into his shoulders, raking down his back. The heat wound tight around your senses, breathing shallow as he took two steps toward you, free hand extending to tap your knee with his index and middle finger.
"Open these up, don't be all innocent now." He spoke in a husk voice, blue eyes perched on your chest, admiring how it contoured in decadent shadows with each of your delicate breaths. You wanted to hesitate, though his calloused fingers remained unmoving on your knee. Your body rushed in a hot pulse, cheeks searing as the thought dawned on you.
If you didn't open them, he would simply do it for you.
"That's it now, pumpkin." You shuddered from his pleasure at your eyes leering away from his invasive stare, knees wobbling slightly as you spread them for the man in front of you. They were a simple white pair, nothing special you thought; You dimly remember pulling them on this morning, eyes raking over yourself in the mirror with a chew of your lip. You would never imagine someone taking such a violent and carnal need to see you like that - Like this, Ben's fingers sliding down from your knee to the soft of your thigh. He kneaded your flesh, shamelessly jerking his cock as his touch left a fire in its path, rampaging your mind as he drew closer and closer to your needy heat. A whine hummed through your chest, perhaps racketeering with a man known for his selfish dalliances was less than wise, you thought - Regret, hesitation, it pulsed in your mind in an evil concoction, it strung tight in the path of his hot touch, how small grunts escaped him with each arch of his rough palm against his member. You wanted to sputter an excuse, your lips parting, the words about to spill from them; Before his hand rested on your cunt. The strings that tightened your throat, binding each one of your movements to him and his reaction to you, snapped. Your stomach fluttered as if you were on a rollercoaster, the aching tension of the rattling chain releasing, the traction giving way to an indescribable rush and sending you rocketing downwards. You knew you were being pulled, chained, and bound to the force of a man above you, all by the tips of his fingers now circling your clit in time with his strokes.
"Fuck," You huffed shakily, hardly able to conduct the electric shivers stippling your movements as you let your weight relax into his fingers. Your hips rocked slowly, clit pressed snug against the calloused warmth of his fingers. Ben's hand moved with a deliberate rhythm, his thumb flicking over your clit as his fingers danced circles around it. He watched your body, the way your chest rose and fell, the way your eyes fluttered, and your lips parted. His breathing grew ragged, and he grunted with each stroke of his cock, the head glistening with precum. You felt the fire inside you, spreading from your core, igniting every nerve ending. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only your body, Ben's touch, and the sounds of your own ragged breaths.
"Look'atchya," Ben whispered, his voice thick with a pillowy rumble. "Soaking through your panties," You didn't didn't respond, your throat too tight to form the words. You only nodded, silently pleading, the motion of your head sending another lashing rush, the pangs of denied pleasure practically agonizing.
Ben's eyes met yours, a hunger and a want for you in them. He licked his lips and leaned in, his breath hot against your cheek. "You're fucking depraved," He whispered, his fingers dipping pulling at the thin cotton, hot against your sensitive flesh. He smirked, his thumb now toying in circles over your clit, pulling it taut with each pass. "Gettin' all wet for a bad man like me,"
Your back arched with a moan, head falling back against the couch, his words sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, it was all far past intoxication. You felt like you were drowning in lust, the water rising higher and higher, threatening to swallow you whole. His fingers played with you, circling your clit with a deeper pressure, teasing you, making you squirm.
Ben's other hand slid up your thigh, grasping the underside of your knee, pulling you closer, and simultaneously spreading your legs. His cock, thick and heavy, rested on the soft mound of your pussy, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. You whimpered, needing more, needing him.
"Please, Ben," You begged, your voice a ragged whisper. You'd damn yourself later for sounding so pathetic eyes stinging with tears of need, cheeks hot with your desperately rushing pulse. He watched you for a sick moment, holding his thumb to your clit, lips twitching into a sadistic smirk as your squirmed frantically. You shuddered out a gasp, frustrated and desperate. His fingers stilled on your pussy, Ben's rough palm now stroking the base of his member. Your body jerked slightly, the denied pleasure mingling with a bitter pain. Ben's lowered the head of his cock, letting his girth slide between your pussy lips with a strained grunt. Pressed against your glossy entrance, rubbing against it in slow circles now, your hands reached his shoulders, nails carving into the muscular flesh.
"Beg for it."
And you did. You remember your lips hanging open, drawing in shallow breaths as you couldn't tear your eyes from the tip of his cock; How he teased you with each small breach. Tears wet your lashes, shame and need wrestling in your chest with each heaving breath between obscene words. You couldn't recall the words, the magic phrase you spoke to please him just enough to give you what you craved more than anything. It was too foggy, too spun out by the responding movement of Ben's hips.
"Nasty little thing," The man praised, hooking your knees against the curve of his elbows, yanking your ass to the edge of the couch. You cried out quietly, unable to gather your breath before the hot boiling mix of pleasure and pain began to wash over your sweat-glazed body. He slid inside, slowly at first, lip twitching as he groaned quietly. Your cunt pulled him in, the velvety breathlessness of your moans and pleads beckoning him to fill you. When his hips hit yours, the pillowed warmth of your ass slapping gently against his thighs, he admired you for a fleeting second - How your cunt wrapped over the hilt of his cock, your hips already rocking as the bitterly sweet familiar feeling of him swept you away entirely. You'd never admit to him how perfectly he fit inside, how a tugging part of your heart yearned to hear his soft moans, to hear him plea for you. Though with a hesitant draw of your eyes to meet his, you could feel the ice-hot revelation shackling your aching cunt around him, how his refusal to use you slowly seemed to short-circuit your blinded mind. He knew what you wanted; But he knew the darker side of you as well. The part of you that could never love him, but craved his calloused touch, the taste of his whiskey, the smell of his smoke. Ben thrust violently into you, the couch creaking in sharp squeaks as he practically lifted your ass from the edge of the couch, eyebrows knitting together as the new angle set a flame in his movements. Your breathing couldn't keep up, sweat dampening your hair as your hands uselessly held onto his shoulders with white knuckles. Your words floundered from between your plush lips, eyes rolling back with the rushing force of each one of his thrusts. It spun your feeble mind, melting in his hands, your grasp falling away from his shoulders with a pathetic sob. It was useless; Whether you were moaning in ecstasy, or fighting tooth and nail, he could use you when he saw fit. Use you brutally, your cunt quivering around his invasive cock, his hands moving to your waist now.
"Stop your fuckin' squirmin'!" You hadn't realized you were until his rough hands pinned you down to the worn fabric of the couch below you. He palmed your hips like a sex toy, admiring the feeling of your pussy continuing to milk him despite stilling inside of you. The head of his intrusive member pressed and rested in the small curve of your cervix. His eyes sized you down, undressing your naked body, pulling the innocence from his perspective of you; This is how you wanted him to treat you? To admire you for a transient instant before reeling his hips back, and snapping them forward with a vulgar clap of your ass. He stayed deep inside, only pulling out a few inches before slamming back, stamping the head of his cock against your cervix, pushing you to your absolute limit - All with a sickening smirk on his face, beads of sweat falling down in small pools down the curve of his jaw and prominent edges of his muscular neck and chest. Your hands explored every inch of his skin, drinking down whatever opportunity to feel him, to pry underneath the facade. Sparks flared behind the thin lids of your eyes, lashes wet and messy with tears, cheeks aflame as your body followed in smoldering suit. Ben didn't let up his thrusts, the telling pulse of your eager cunt, the incandescence moans choked from your throat. "That's it now angel, that's right - That's it, soak my cock, baby." The man's voice was mesmeric, unable to pull his attention from the unsteady breath in your growing moans. The undeniable limerence pulsated in his veins, the simple sound of your voice threatening to spill him over the edge. The ambrosial tone of your connection bound your senses to him, all the hot sparks that frayed your skin now tightened themselves in your aching cunt.
"Cum for me," Ben's words hardly pressed past the thick veil that lashed and licked hungrily at your heartbeat and body, a hot white pleasure shocking your quivering cunt. The man above you groaned, pulling your hips down to meet his, the sudden sensation of his cum filling your convulsing cunt washing over your hot skin. You tensed, legs locking around the other's waist. He gripped the back of the couch, splintering and cracking the wood underneath his iron grasp, shuddering out a hissed breath with each shallow thrust of his hips. His movements slowed, drips of his sweat dotting your skin, the heat of your mingling breaths thickening the oxygen you gasped desperately for. Slowly, he pulled himself from your pussy, letting out a strangled moan as the tip popped out, his warm cum following in a slow trickle.
Your eyes were half-lidded, eyes swimming up to find Ben, watching his toned body pull away from you, his slick cock still half erect, your juices dripping messily down his strong thighs. Your legs shook, still raised, as if stuck in that obscene position until he demanded you do otherwise - Though when the warmth of his palm met the soft of your trembling thigh, he pushed down slowly. Your legs relaxed, meeting the couch with a grunt, Ben's hand lingering on your skin for a brief moment. You knew the pain would come later, the bruises flowering over your hips, returning to the silent tension that Ben insisted was better for both of you. He took a seat beside you, his chest rising and falling with a steadying breath before looking towards you with a lazy chaste expression.
"You tell anyone about this, I'll fuckin' kill ya." You couldn't help but turn your head, speaking softly between gasps for air.
"If you were really going to kill me, Ben - You would have done it already."
#bowies fics#the boys#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy smut#the boys x reader#soldier boy imagine#the boys smut#the boys imagine#jensen ackles
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OMG I'M FINALLY FINDING A BLOG WHICH IS MY CUP OF TEA. YOU'RE AWESOMEEEEE
i have an idea but i can't write for shit, so i'll give it to my favorite tumblr writer (which is youuu)
smau where han messages the wrong number and it's some guy from like another country. and they become friends and then han comes to find out that his text pal is actually a celeb he fanboys over.
(bonus points if mn knows han as well)
OMG - Han Jisung x Male Reader
A/N: Love that!! Thank you sm for requesting <3 (I can't title things for the life of me, so you can ask for a different title in the replies and I'll change it) French music makes writing so much more fun.
warnings: slight swearing
blue {} - han purple {} - Mn
{Oh. How nice of this person to wish me a good practice session.
"Is he getting here anytime soon?" Minho's voice echoed through the practice room.
"I'll ask!"
When he opened his phone again to change the number, he saw a familiar figure in the random person's profile picture. Mn Ln. Finally, someone who he can rant about the Mn Ln. }
{ Great. Got my hopes up for nothing }
{ Naturally, Mn wouldn't want his personal number leaked. So he lied. He was surprised at how smooth that was, but hey, it's text. He wanted to know more, though. Is that narcissistic?
He set his coffee mug down on his nightstand and looked a lot more like a contortionist as he continued to text, the risk of spilling coffee being gone now. }
{ Being called the best vocalist ever was certainly not something he expected. He was great, sure, but the best? Not when Freddie Mercury has music out there. But he'll take that compliment.
He was impressed at the fan. 'Achilles, my love" was one of his more niche songs, having been written when he was only 15 when he got completely shattered after reading 'The Song of Achilles' and decided to pour his heart and soul into a song which he released years later.}
{They don't know Mn yet, but who wouldn't like him after listening to Achilles my love? The way Jisung made the members listen to Mn's music was like a little kid making their parents watch Frozen. But the members never complained, the music was really good. Would they roll their eyes when Jisung keeps sending Mn memes into the groupchat? Sure. Did they have certain parts of certain songs memorized because Jisung kept watching his edits on repeat? Oh yes. }
{Mn didn't want his identity leaked. He had to think of a name quick. Chris, as in Bang Chan from Stray Kids was what came to mind. }
At the Paris Fashion Week
{Jisung found a spot away from the cameras and was texting 'Chris'. After a few months of them being 'text pals', he was pretty fond of the random citizen. But despite the sheer amount of songs, pictures, and videos he's sent of Mn, 'Chris' was never as obsessed with him as Jisung was.}
{Holding a glass of champagne in his hand and dearly missing his coffee, Mn who was decked head to toe in Hermes, makes his way over to the figure he recognized as Han Jisung of Stray Kids. How he loved that band. He was listening to Han's song 'Volcano' on the way there. As he goes to talk to him, his eyes caught onto the rapper's phone screen. And by instinct, he accidentally read a few texts. Texts that were from him. He wanted to tell Jisung, but how?}
"Hi! Huge fan, Jisung.." Jisung's eyes widened as he shoved his phone into his pocket and extended his hand for a handshake. It was his first time seeing his favorite singer in real life.
"Oh my god...you..sorry, I'm just flustered all of a sudden. I'm your biggest fan, really."
"I appreciate it. We should collab someday." "Yes!!" Was that too loud? No, right?
Mn was endeared by the enthusiasm. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and unlocked it.
"Care for a selfie?"
"I'd love to.." Jisung tried keeping his voice from sounding too loud and excited as he smiled beautifully in the selfie he took with the singer. He took one on his phone as well, along with a photo of just Mn, not being able to resist the opportunity.
A/N: I'm ending so abruptly since I have really bad writer's block rn and I didn't even know how I posted this much. If you have any ideas on how Jisung finds out he's been texting Mn all this time, then let me know in the replies or send a DM.
#stray kids#stray kids x male reader#stray kids x top male reader#bottom stray kids#bottom skz x top male reader#sub!skz#sub stray kids#bottom skz#top male reader#dom male reader#hwang hyunjin x male reader#hwang hyunjin x top male reader#bang chan x male reader#bang chan x top male reader#lee know x male reader#lee minho x male reader#lee know x top male reader#lee minho x top male reader#changbin x male reader#changbin x top male reader#felix x top male reader#felix x male reader#seungmin x male reader#seungmin x top male reader#jeongin x male reader#jeongin x top male reader#han x male reader#han jisung x male reader#han jisung x top male reader#hyunjin x male reader
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Trying to figure out the exact species of the JATGP bugs (and also cool bug facts!)
(Warning: pictures of bugs)
Iām gonna start with ya boi:
Mr. Grasshopper:
First of all, I love him and I wanna be him
Grasshoppers are the only herbivores of the 6 bugs. Uh. Yeah.
Grasshoppers have camouflage! And they can fly just a little bit, but their strong hind legs do most of the work.
Since Mr. Grasshopper is green and British Iām going to infer that he is a Omocestus viridulus, AKA the common green grasshopper
Literally the same guy.
The common green grasshopper is from Britain, and, like the name suggests, common. Very common, in fact. I think theyāre like the second most common grasshopper in Britain (most common one isnāt green)
Mrs. Ladybug!
Sheās so sweet msmfjrjgjggjjgfjf
FIRST OF ALL, IN BRITAIN LADYBUGS ARE CALLED āLADYBIRDSā
WHICH IS STUPID BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT FUCKING BIRDS
In related news, ladybugs are actually a type of beetle. Sorry for ruining your life.
Ladybugs eat aphids and scale insects (little tiny insects idk) and also pollen and nectar. Not peaches though.
Anyways considering the fact that she is red and has black spots, Iām gonna say sheās probably a Coccinella septempunctata AKA the Seven-Spotted Ladybug. They are just THE ladybugs of all time.
Very cool. Also easy asf. These ladybugs can play dead when threatened and also they are real pretty.
Mr. Centipede:
Silly billy heās always been my favourite especially in the book he has a goofy little smile
Centipedes are venomous and carnivores. They eat anything they can overpower with their venom. Centipedes are nocturnal, because they dry out VERY easily in the daytime. They usually either donāt have eyes or have shit eyesight. They also have no ears. They āhearā by sensing vibrations in the ground.
This one was a little bit difficult because centipedes donāt vary all that much, but Iām thinking Lithobius forficatus, AKA the garden/brown/stone centipede.
They have many names. They are also very common, especially in North America and the UK. Garden centipedes are born with 7 pairs of legs, and grow legs throughout their life, maxing out at 15 pairs of legs (they always have an odd number of leg pairs) They live under rocks, and if someone lifts those rocks, these centipedes are in luck, because theyāre also very good at running. I THINK they have eyes, but if they do, their eyes can only discern light from dark.
Stone centipedes mostly eat flies, springtails, and, uh. Earthworms. But us JATGP Musical fans knew that
Mrs. Spider:
Yāall know spiders I will not explain them. Also Iām scared of spiders so I will NOT show many pictures of them *shudder*
Mrs. Spider could be literally any spider in France. The only spider thatās black with white stripes like this is a zebra spider (Salticus scenicus) and they donāt actually look like her that much. But theyāre cute as fuckā¤ļø
I wish I could show you a picture but mobile Tumblr has a maximum of 10 photos per post, but theyāre really cute and fluffy.
Anyways, I feel like sheās more likely to be a Steatoda grossa, AKA Cupboard Spider, but they look more scary so Iām not gonna show photos.
But only the males are black and white.
Fuck uhh
Okayy sheās possibly an Araneus nordmanni, AKA Nordmannās Orbweaver. Theyāre really scary and I wanna cry but Iāll try to describe them. Black with brown legs, weird white pattern, giant ass. These spiders do exist in France, but they are very rare. (Not just in France, but in general.) They are VERY GOOD at climbing and tend to build webs high on trees (like in a dead peach tree. Maybe with their mate.) They eat insects like gnats, flies, and wasps. Good for them. Iām still terrified.
Also female Araneus nordmanni are apparently the dominant party in the relationship soā¦
ā¦yeah sheās definitely a Nordmanās Weaver.
(Edit: user @my-favorites-suffer said she looks like she could be a species of wolf spider!)
Mr. Earthworm:
OH THANK GOD I CAN STOP LOOKING AT SPIDERS AND LOOK AT THESE CUTIE PIE WORMS!!!!
Earthworms are boneless, muscleless, eyeless silly billies. Theyāre also hermaphrodites (male AND female at the same time) and they can regenerate parts of their bodies (not always so please donāt go around cutting worms in half) They eat fruit, fungi, and anything decaying.
So, I donāt remember the whole movie or the book, but in the musical, Earthworm speaks Spanish sometimes, and his song is vaguely Latin-esque (our director gave him a mariachi jacket for Plump & Juicy. It might not actually be Latin-esque thatās just what Iāve been told if it isnāt then oopsies) so I always thought he was from like Central America, maybe Mexico?
How did a worm get from Mexico to Britain? Guess what: Most earthworms in Mexico are invasive and from other places! Which means it could happen the other way around, but also it means that doesnāt narrow down what species of worm Earthworm is! Fuck!
Heās probably supposed to be a Lumbricus terrestris (The common European Earthworm.)
They are the most common worms. Everywhere. But other than species and location, nothing connects this earthworm to THE Earthworm.
So I propose a much funnier idea: That he is some species of Amynthas.
There isnāt enough info about the Amynthas for me to figure out exactly which species of Amynthas he probably is, but look it has a smooth white clitellum like Earthworm!!
So there are 3 reasons why I feel like Earthworm is an Amynthas. 1. Appearance. 2. They are part of the family Megascolecidae, which are the largest family of earthworms (They do say he is a big worm, although thatās probably because heās literally human-sized)
And 3. These worms are also called Jumping worms. Because they. Uh.
They jump. When they are scared. Itās REALLY funny.
Most Amynthas are from Asia, but somehow a bunch ended up in Mexico. And now I guess one ended up in Britain. And then New York. Invasive species behaviour. (Actually a lot of the JATGP insects are invasive)
Take your pick of worm!
(Also Glowworm is a Lampyris noctiluca, AKA common glow-worm. If you even care. Nobody cares abt Glowworm. How dare you. And James is probably a human boy.)
And that is all thanks guys heart emoji
#james and the giant peach musical#james and the giant peach#insects#cool insects#grasshopper#ladybugs#centipedes#spiders#worms#glowworms#beetles
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It's about time I properly introduce myself and this page!
Hi everyone! I'm Kaylaābut if that feels a bit too formal, you can call me Kyy. I started this Tumblr about a year ago, and if you've seen my first post about my altar, you already have a glimpse of my journey. Now, let's dive a little deeper!
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Get to Know Me!
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- She/her [but I'm flexible with pronouns]
- Lesbian
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- Tarot reader [I do offer readings]
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- Shadow worker *
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* I started my shadow work in this journal, and I highly recommend it!
What to Expect!
This page is a space where I share my journey with others who follow a similar path!
[Edit: 10/19/24] I plan to mainly use this blog as a personal journal, but the text above still applies.
Quick Reminder: Everyoneās practice is unique. If our paths differ, thatās perfectly fine! Your devotion and spiritual journey should be personal to youāfeel free to incorporate whatever resonates with you from othersā practices!
I am devoted to Aphrodite, the Hellenic goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and Hel, the Norse goddess of death and the underworld.
[Edit: 10/28/24] Iāve recently started worshipping Apollo too, something I once swore Iād never do! But as Iāve grown, Iāve come to see how following him can bring incredible benefits to so many aspects of my life.
I am now also beginning to follow Apollo, the hellenic god of archery, poetry, music, art. knowledge, light, the sun, and more.
Tags Guide!
ā#echos of my journeyā = My personal journal entries.
ā#sacred visionsā = Photos I have taken or collages I have made.
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ā#shadows of the cardsā = My tarot readings and offers.
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#ecletic pagan#ecletic witch#norse pagan witch#hellenic pagan#hellenic worship#norse pagan#hel#hel goddess#aphrodite#aphrodite altar#pagan#paganism#intro post#blog intro#blog info
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NMTDaily: Hero and Ursulaās Transmedia Accounts Debut
- I donāt think I ever knew that Hero had a transmedia Instagram account. Thatās new to me! Iām excited to see what else she posts on it throughout the series.
- I do remember Ursulaās tumblr but I donāt know if I ever scrolled back enough to see the photos in the most recent email before. Itās extremely cute that she includes links to follow āMy Friend Heroā, āMy Friend Beaā, and āMy Friend Benā. Sheās a sweetheart. Ursula deserves the world and so much more appreciation.
- Itās also really interesting that she considers herself friends with Ben before the events of the series happen to combine the two halves of the friend group. Itās probably because sheās best friends with Balthazar and heās the crossover friend who is close friends with both the girlsā group and the boysā group. I think itās very possible that Ben doesnāt fully realize that Ursula thinks of him as a friend and not just an acquaintance because sheās so quiet and it can be hard to know what sheās thinking. Now Iām really interested in what their friendship would be like. They probably wouldnāt hang out one on one, but they would enjoy each other and never quite know how to tell each other that. Which is definitely a type of high school friend experience people have that rings true to me. All from the tiny detail of her linking to his channel on her tumblr. I wonder if he links to her channel on his? I bet he does, I have to look out for that.
- Update: oh my god I just scrolled through Ursulaās tumblr and saw that she posted Benās first vlog and mentioned in the tags that she helped him edit it! He ātried to do everything himselfā and almost managed it, apparently. That says to me that he was probably complaining about how hard editing was, and Ursula offered to help. And I checked, he thanked her in the video description on that vlog. Ben and Ursula canonically hang out and edit his first video just the two of them???? Excuse me, this changes so many things. I am now obsessed with the Ben and Ursula friendship. This is definitely, for Ben, an example of that thing where social anxiety makes you kind of selfish and unappreciative of the friends you do have, because you dislike yourself so much you never believe they really like you, and then you hold them at armās length and never realize thatās literally why youāre so lonely. Ben probably feels like he doesnāt know how to talk to Ursula because Ursula is so quiet, and I bet she can get overwhelmed by him, but also sees that his heart is in the right place. And this makes Ursula yet another friend who has doubtless hung out with Bea and Ben separately and heard them complain about each other, so of course sheās on Team Love Gods. Sheās just so dear and eager to help her friends, I love Ursula.
- I am also still sad that Ben never had an in-world Tumblr account I could have followed. Itās not story-necessary, but Iād have liked it.
- I kept thinking the grass was bugs and getting scared, but I still like seeing Ursulaās nature photography. Sheās definitely growing up to be a pro videographer/photographer/director/cinematographer or something.
- Ursula also posted a picture of a TARDIS cake she and Hero baked for Bea, which, first, why are there not more Hero and Ursula friendship fluff fics AND Hersula ship fics about them baking together? I love this. They are so cute and sweet.
- Does this cake post mean we have an approximate canonical birthday for Beatrice? Baking a cake for someone feels like a birthday thing. It was posted on March 30, so is Beaās birthday March 30? This is huge, I donāt think we ever got anyoneās birthday except Heroās elsewhere in the series! Unless the cake is a belated Welcome to Auckland cake? I havenāt rewatched Beaās first video yet, Iām terrible, I know, so I donāt remember how long sheās been in town. They didnāt actually say it was her birthday, so itās probably a Welcome cake. Oh well. Still sweet!
- Also, the tags say the cake is banana cake! So Beatrice already likes Benās favorite food, and sheās definitely a huge fan of Doctor Who even though she downplays that to avoid praising anything connected to Benedick. Sheās so stubborn, I love her, and they are meant to be. This will not be the last detail indicating how much they have in common and see eye-to-eye. I love all of it.
- I also love that this isnāt the last themed cake to appear! I remember the dalek cake from the pizza party later in the series. Ursula and Hero were hobby bakers and shippers on deck from the start!
- The email with the cake post is titled āputting the Who in superwholockā, which is so incredibly 2014, and also makes me realize that the NMTD characters were really only WhoLocks, none of them were Supernatural fans that I remember. I just find that funny given what a behemoth it was and is on tumblr. I donāt blame them, itās the one of the three Iāve seen the least of too, itās just amusing. I actually donāt know if it ever even aired over there, to be fair.
- We also got Beaās first tweet, in the email with her first video, but itās pretty simple, nothing to dissect. We get some good tweets later on, though! I promise Iāll make a post about Beaās first video before the next video email on Wednesday. Iāve decided I donāt have to post recaps day-of, I just want to do them eventually.
- MVP of the past few emails: Ursula! You go, Ursula. Jules 20genderchild is so right that you deserved a last name!!!!
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#nmtd#nothing much to do#nmtd spoilers#nmtdaily#violivs nmtdaily liveblog#sorry (not really) for talking about Ben so much in this post lol
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A warm welcome to everyone who's discovering Paranatellonta after Worldcon 2024 in Glasgow, and to everyone who's been here for a long time and may be rediscovering this project now!
For a quick introduction, we are Fie and Minerva. Fie's photos have been inspiring Minerva's 10-sentence stories since August 2013. We were initially inspired to pick up this concept because we were admiring Erin Morgenstern and Carey Farrell's Flax-golden Tales.
The main page will lead you to the newest stories, the chronological page will show you where we started in 2013, and the random button will let the fates decide to which of our 380+ stories you'll be led. We cannot promise that all of them are equally amazing, but we do promise a new edition on every 1st and 15th day of the month. (Up until October 2017, we had one every week!) All of those editions can be accessed here for free.
(Of course we do ask you to mention our names and link to the original if you are telling your friends about this, and none of these materials can be used for generative AI learning or financial gain.)
Minerva was on the Worldcon 2024 panel "Flash Fiction: The Art of Storytelling in Under 1,000 Words", moderated by Stephen Granade, with Aimee Ogden, Istvan Vizvary, and @microsff as fellow panellists. The panel talked a little about experimental forms, so among the most recent Paranatellonta stories Minerva would recommend Edition 372 (Extract from "A Travel Guide to the Fairy Realm"), Edition 366 (story in poem format), and Edition 364 (dialogue) as examples of that. As our photographer has a cat, there are also quite a few cat pov stories to be found!
For those who want to find the flash piece Minerva recommended at the end of the panel, that was @avakellyfiction's claustrophobic love story "Silence, Entwined" from queer horror anthology Neon Horror.
Ava Kelly was also the guest photographer and writer for Paranatellonta's fifth and tenth anniversary. They are the author of the beautiful book Alia Terra: Stories from the Dragon Realm, illustrated by @mspencerdraws.
In case you're curious about reading longer work by Minerva, xyr queer fairy tale novella The Dragon of Ynys came out with Atthis Arts in 2020, and xyr website is the place to keep an eye on for news.
Among the flash fiction pieces recommended by the other panellists were The God of Arepo (Tumblr, 2018), The Night the River Meets the Sky (Fireside Fiction, 2022), and Good (Flash Fiction Online). An additional recommendation from the audience was Litany in the Heart of Exorcism (Flash Fiction Online).
We also recommend Small Wonders magazine, co-edited by Stephen Granade, for more SFF flash fiction and poetry.
Enjoy all these flashes of imagination! We hope you, too, will be inspired. Thank you for being here!
#paranatellonta#worldcon 2024#worldcon glasgow#flash fiction#photography#glasgow worldcon#worldcon#Flash Fiction: The Art of Storytelling in Under 1000 words#minerva cerridwen
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Can yall help me out? I did this coloring of someoneās fanart forever ago (with permission) but I canāt find the original artist. I know they were on tumblr and I thought I had saved their original post in my drafts but I canāt find it. Iād really like to find the og artist for the lineart so I can credit them. It seems their watermark was cropped out at some point and I canāt find another version saved that has the watermark.
Also if anyone is wondering (I ask as if people even noticed) why I havenāt been posting my own colorings in a long time, itās cause I lost them all lol. I got a new phone and all of my old digital art and colorings didnāt transfer, so I only have the ones that I had saved to post and they are scattered within over 8000 photos I have on my phone (the photos did transfer thank god) which also means I lost literally all of my wips, including personal projects that Iād spent over 40 hours on perfecting every single shade and shadow. I wish I could show you guys my progress on some of those but oopsies theyāre fucking GONE. So that uh really demoralized me and sent me into art block for a few good months. The same also goes for fics, I primarily write in the notes app on my phone, which I also fucking lost š and I had three and a half chapters written at the time so I had to rewrite them from memory which was also incredibly demoralizing and sent me into writers block and just plain old procrastination because Iād rather write something new than rewrite something Iād already spent hours on writing and editing.
But on the bright side this phone can operate tumblr, unlike my old phone which would overheat in less than five minutes if I had the app open and crash.
Anywaysā¦. Please help me find this artist!!!
#bnha#mha#dabi#mha dabi#bnha dabi#dabi fanart#todoroki Toya fanart#toya todoroki fanart#mha fanart#bnha fanart#todoroki fanart#Iām using a lot of tags in hopes this gets to someone who would know
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Thank You
If youāll permit me a minute to be cliche: this photo would not have been possible without you. When I started university in August 2019, the sum of all my author-y potential measured up to:
No finished manuscripts
A pipe dream of ever publishing my work
A scatterbrained outline of The Laoche Chronicles
Forty-four phone notes full of half-witted ideas
A grand total of 3 followers on my brand-new tumblr account
At the time, I had no grand plans of marketing my work, though I knew it would be necessary if I ever wanted an audience. I chose a degree in chemical engineering because I knew my baby platform and half finished stories werenāt going to cut it as a career in their current state as an 18-year-old, and I needed to have a day job if I wanted to pursue my end dream of self publishing. I was just hoping to survive my first year of engineering school, pass my weed-out classes, and hopefully make some new friends. That fall semester passed with sporadic progress on my book, and halfhearted attempts at breaking into the writeblr community, until I decided to try my hand at Inktober and made my first few acquaintances: @siarven and @abalonetea, who have both featured on this blog since then. It was also at this point, sometime during a Calculus III lecture, that I invented my pen name:
All was going well, and I was pleased with my incremental progress until the world ended.
The less said about the pandemic, the better. Writeblr truly kept me sane through working full-time jobs and taking 18 credit hours during the semester. When I was truly close to dropping out of school, I kept going, knowing I had these online friends to cheer me up after brutal exams and long nights of studying. The tag games and community filled the dearth of interaction left by quarantine and an insane schedule. During my summer internship in 2020, I finally had the time to finish the first draft of Storge and the confidence in myself to start a website. Rereading my first post is a surreal experience, in part because I still see myself as a little kid as hiding under the blankets with a flashlight, notebook, and pen, thinking āI wanna write a book!ā
I woke up the next day crying to the sheer volume of kind messages congratulating me on meeting this milestone. Instead of feeling burnt out after reaching such a lofty goal, this gave me all the more energy to keep working. Since then, Iāve been so blessed to grow this community and this website. Itās incredible to see how far Iāve come, now being able to claim:
A finished manuscript of Storge
A 3rd draft of Runaways after going through 2 rounds of Beta Readers
8 short stories and an audio drama
An active mailing list
Over 1000 followers on tumblr, but more importantly, a thriving community of writers who support each otherās releases through ARCs, leaving reviews, enthusiastic questions, and a welcoming space for new writers to share their craft.
140 posts on my website and regular readers who care about my ramblings ā¤
Now Iām on my way to my new job ā Iāll be doing research and development in my chosen field with a team I really like, and the freedom to listen to books while Iām in the lab. This next month will still be a hiatus for blog posts and new writing as I pack up my life for a cross-states move, but Iām beyond excited to enter change. My hope is that I can start saving for editing costs and devote more time to my craft thanks to a 9-5 schedule and NO!!! HOMEWORK!!!!!!!!! Really, I cannot say enough how thrilled I am to never have to take another exam ever again, thank GOD. With a bit of luck and no small amount of grace, I hope I can publish and share my stories with you sooner rather than later.
Thank you for all the support and camaraderie these past years. In a way, I owe this diploma to you as much as to my classmates and professors. The night before graduation, I said to my friends, āIāve been waiting for tomorrow for eight years.ā Now Iām living in the future, and I canāt wait to write the next chapter.
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Choices February Challenge - 4/7 Seven Types of Love Agape
Agape is a universal, giving type of love that is geared toward a larger group or all humankind. It's similar to storge (familial) love in its giving nature, but unlike storge, there needs to be no relation to or affiliation with the people who are the recipients of the love. It is altruistic in nature and does not look for reciprocity. Some equate agape with the love of, or by, a greater being (i.e., God). While agape need not be reciprocal, it does benefit the person who is giving in ways such as psychological and emotional growth and sustenance.
Please use the photos or words above or a prompt below to inspire your creations. Any fiction or art that reflects agape will be accepted for this challenge.
This challenge is for the Pixelberry Choices fandom only. There will be an individual post for all 7 Types of Love, then a masterpost containing all.
All types of creations will be accepted for this event: fics, art, moodboards, edits, headcanons, etc.
IMPORTANT NOTE!!!
I am not receiving tags for this blog, and I have little to no hope that Tumblr will fix this before the month ends... so please tag @jerzwriter or send me a link with the DM - thank you, and sorry for the inconvenience.
Prompts:
Write a fiction or create something about...
A cause your character believes in and why.
Your character's relationship with a greater being.
A time your character acted to help others in need.
Write about an event your character and their family/friends participated in to help others.
Love can also be love for the planet that is our home. Tell us how your character shows their love for the planet.
Has your character ever done something really big to help others - like taking a sabbatical to live in another nation to teach literacy, provide medical assistance, or help in some other way? Have they started a charity or non-profit? Tell us about their altruism - and what their motivation was.
Not everyone experiences this kind of love. Perhaps your character does not, and that's a problem with their partner(s), family, or friends. Or perhaps it's in reverse, your character is socially conscious, but those in their lives are not. How do they strike a balance?
Tell us about someone your character admires. Someone they feel exemplifies this type of love.
How does your character feel they can best serve the needs of others?
Any work about altruistic love will be accepted.
Be sure to tag @choicesfebruary2024 and use the tag #Agape or #Altruism
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caliās album era :)
i havent been able to answer many tags/ be on toomblr much because of exams (thank god theyāre finished) so Iāve made this :) just drop the emoji or the album title in my ask box and ill answer as soon as I can!
štaylor swift - any assumptions youāve made about me/ any characters you associate with me! (im genuinely curious i wonāt judge <3)
šfearless - ask me anything!Ā
šspeak now - tell me random info or things about yourself! it can range from hugged a cat once to i murdered that cat, i donāt mind :)
ā¤ļøred - classic tumblr games (cym, kmk, etc)
š©µ1989 - ill make you a photo edit of a random grishaverse character, (so basically like my kedazzled one)
š¤reputation - a random out of context quote/ message from the grishaverse swifties server from me or another user (specify!)
š©·lover- (moots only) Iāll tell you two things I love about you!
š©¶folklore - tell me a random story! im really fine with anything, i just wanna read your gripes and annoyances and funny things :)
š¤Ā evermore - book recs! give some book recs to me, or if you want Iāll give you some book recs :) you choose!Ā
šmidnights - (moots only) iāll write you a letter! this one might take a while so if i dont reply for a few days, i donāt hate you i promise <3
moots! :
@sleepless-crows @ketterdambitch @ketterdam-snack-bar @a-crisis-of-my-faith @aro-manita-muscaria @beetrootsoupdragon @dante-was-a-simp @faeruine @fandomynerd @imthatweirdratinthecorner @its-tortle @i-like-it-when-men-beg @injeegiraffa @lilisouless @lee-says-things @lady-a-stuff @newtness532 @number-0-iz @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @swiftie-as-a-coursing-river @seraphicsolitude @seriouslyalexanderlightwood @veescorneroftheworld @what-ho-christopher-put-in @tinyexpertcoffee and everyone on the grishaverse swifties server <3
anyone is welcome!
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OKAY unhinged āshould they fuck raw?ā hours: non-kinnporsche edition: LianJay. LianJayKuea. WaiPran. DeanWin. KORNDEAN.
LianJay and LianJayKuea (cutie pie)
I simply refer you to my preprepaired photo evidence that I made you prepare for me:
Look at him. The face of a man willing to risk it all.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Lian and Kuea should have each been allowed one (1) secret rebound with the world's hottest bartender. He was fully down to bend either one of them over that counter. Bartop indeed. And then when LianKuea got back together he should have been offered his rightful place as the third in their marriage. I should have been in charge of this show. š„š„š„š„š„/5
WaiPran (Bad Buddy)
Congratulations. You've finally found two besties who absolutely categorically should not fuck. I'm a prison abolishionist but you deserve jail time for sending this. š„/5
DeanWin (Until We Meet Again / Between Us)
God. I love u Pharm but P'Deeeaan definitely deserves a shag from someone who is actually DTF. First year juniors!DeanWin would be such a fun combo with Win's mindless cocky flirting until Dean just agrees out of sheer curiosity. Solid "Wait really?!" vibes. "that was fun but let's not make a habit of it" type of deal. Foolish of you to imply that Win wouldn't top, though either way he'd be in charge lol. š„š„š„š„/5
KornDean (Until We Meet Again)
Is it gay to fuck yourself in a past life or is it a complex form of like... delayed masturbation? No idea how you could make this happen even if they HAD lived in the same timeline. The Seme 4 Seme vibes would be insane if it wouldn't inevitably end with the world's most overcomplicated crywank. š„š„š„/5
Thank you for taking the time to make the Perth flirting GIFs tumblr user @gayzuko / @kinnbig, glad you can finally get back to doing what you really love which is *checks notes*šš making GIFs of Perth. š
This is my favourite self-made ask meme of all time SO:
Send me your unhinged blorbo combos and I will tell you whether they should fuck-raw šš
#between us the series#cutie pie the series#until we meet again#bad buddy#perth nakhun#jay gemini#for context: I just think its really funny to refer to my real life fiancee as ''tumblr user kinnbig''#she put a ring on it despite knowing that my first commitment will always be to the bit#between us#cutie pie#uwma#fuck raw ratings
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started answering @tired--misu's ask for the music ask game and tumblr ate it so now it has to be a regular post bc this website works so well all of the time <3 (i don't have the wording of the original ask but i do have all the prompts so i'm just gonna put those here, sorry for the weird format <3)
anyway! thank you for the ask and also the kind words! <3 <3 <3 <3 this is going to be lengthy <3 <3 <3 <3
1 : a song you like with a color in the title
my first thought was "ruby blue" by roĆsĆn murphy and while i stand by that, it wouldn't be me if i didn't include bendigo fletcher so also "morning room blue," "to the red river," and "green murder" <3
3 : a song that reminds you of summertime
i think i said dispatch last time so for my pop girlies let's say rina sawayama's "cherry" (or "airplane" by stray kids bc the first time i heard it i was driving back from my summer job night shift so now i associate it with july sunrises)
6 : a song that makes you want to dance
if i ever choreograph something i think it'd have to be to stromae's "ave cesaria" or a perfume genius song like "otherside" <3 a more casual 'get up and dance' song is probably "michuul" by duckwrth or "photo id" by remi wolf (or journey's "open arms" bc my mom and i have choreo we do when ever it comes on)
9 : a song that makes you happy
"ichidaiji" by polkadot stingray! or basically any twice song (like "like ooh-ahh" or "tt" or "likey" or "alcohol-free" or "the feels" etc etc <3 love them)
11 : a song that you never get tired of
"smooth" by santana feat. rob thomas <3 or of course "quiereme" by johnny sky, i can't think of a single time i've skipped that song? or "heyday" by stray kids or "ęęä½ " by codyć»lee(ę)
13 : one of your favorite 80ās songs
journey's "ask the lonely" is near the top of my on repeat atm so i have to include her, i LOVE journey especially "wheel in the sky" (which apparently came out in 1978 but i know it from a 1988 album and she's my fav so she's staying) <3 also "rock the casbah" by the clash and whitney houston's "i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)" and "el muchacho de los ojos tristes" by jeanette or kate bush's anything <3 (obligatory "running up that hill (a deal with god)" link <3 also "wuthering heights" came out in 1977 but i'm linking it anyway)
14 : a song that you would love played at your wedding
"wonderfully bizarre" by bendigo fletcher hands down (or "para siempre" by vicente fernƔndez or "the book of love" by the magnetic fields <3 i haven't been to a wedding in over a decade idk what kind of music they play <3)
edit : okay sorry to add Another song but i'm on a journey kick recently and when i wrote this i'd forgotten about The Wedding Song Ever, "when you love a woman" like just imagine slow dancing to this. insanity. okay that's it <3
15 : a song that is a cover by another artist
nina simone's "my baby just cares for me" forever and ever and ever
17 : a song that you would sing a duet with on karaoke
i've never done real karaoke so idk what songs are best-suited to it but i can say with confidence that i would go crazy on "gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight)" by abba with whoever wanted to join me
23 : a song that you think everybody should listen to
"gimme! gimme! gimme! (a man after midnight)" by abba or literally any bendigo fletcher song
26 : a song that makes you want to fall in love
nina simone's "my baby just cares for me" again or the magnetic fields' "when my boy walks down the street"
28 : a song by an artist with a voice that you love
"my love" by florence + the machine !! i have to be honest tea you changed my life with this song <3 <3 <3 or or or "last night" by arooj aftab or "be sweet" by japanese breakfast :3
#i've had to re-do every link like 3 times i really hope this works this time!!#anyway this got kind of out of hand and also was so so late on my end tea do Not even worry about it <3 Thank You for the ask <3 <3 <3 <3 <#i will take any and all opportunities to be annoying about music <3#ask game
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I don't like infinite scroll
Thank goodness you can turn it off. I'm not sure what it is about infinite scroll but it makes you feel like you're not making any progress wading through everyone's posts and reblogs? Also, please someone help me understand a bit more -- how do giveaways work in this space? Do people actually ask for DMs or do they send people to an external prize management link? Thinking aloud. Really I have no idea how to use Tumblr except as a blog/sharing content we like platform. And ok, useless information , but my old blog was plumgirl.tumblr.com. All photos . My best post didn't even have proper tags and it got like 33k reshares. So yeah, old tumblr was REALLY DIFFERENT.
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Top 10 Video Games of All Time: bobgoesw00t Edition (Part 04)
IāM BACK EVERYONE WITH PART FOUR OF THIS SERIES!!!!!!! Gonna get right down to things and let you all know my Number 07 Video Game of All Time goes to:
Ghost of Tsushima or Assassinās Creed without actually being Assassinās Creed.
When I first heard about this game back when it was announced, I was excited and intrigued, and knowing that it was from Sucker Punch, the same studio that did the inFamous games (my favorite Superhero games that doesnāt involve a Marvel or DC character), I knew I was gonna be in for a treat. Then we went for what felt like an eternity before we FINALLY got some gameplay footage at E3 one year and HOLY FUCKING HELL WAS IT WORTH THE WAIT!!! From that point on, my excitement for this game only escalated with each preview I watched/read and I was super excited to play it because I knew that if this game did well, it had the potential to influence another franchise I loveā¦but thatās for later.
The game finally came out, I got it for my birthday and what else can I say other than, YOU NEED TO PLAY THIS GAME!!!!!!! Not only is the story PERFECTION, the cast of characters are well written, you TOTALLY side with Jin when he makes the various decisions he does across the game, the soundtrack is phenomenal, game play is fine tuned to a T and when it comes to stealth, you canāt NOT make comparisons to Assassinās Creed and itās obvious that the team at Sucker Punch must have fans of the franchise and used it as an inspiration for how they approached the way of the āGhostā that Jin goes down.
They also do a perfect job pacing when you get new abilities for Jin to use and one never feels overpowered when you put it next to a different one. The Half Bow is awesome for taking out Mongols that might spot you before you commit to going for an Assassination and the Longbow works perfectly as a Sniper Bow. As for the one on one duels that are scattered across the game, GOOD GOD those are intense and itās SUPER satisfying when you finally finish your opponent, which is made even better with Jin cleaning his Katana and/or slowly sheathing the weapon in a dramatic fashion.
Lastly, I want to talk about the one thing Ghost of Tsushima has that most other games that came out around and after donāt have. VISUALS THAT ARE ABSOLUTELY WITHOUT OUT A DOUBT, THE MOST FUCKING GORGEOUS YOUāLL EVER SEEN IN A VIDEO GAME!!!!! HOLY HELL, THE COLORS AND PARTICLE EFFECTS IN THIS GAME ARE FUCKING INSANE AND THANK GOD THEY INCLUDED A PHOTO MODE!!!!! I canāt count the number of times when Iāve been running around, only to stop and take a screenshot due to how FUCKING GORGEOUS THE GAME IS!!!!!!! Iāve already posted PLENTY of screenshots here on tumblr so I HIGHLY encourage you to go look at them.
Before I give the score, I have to address the elephant in the roomā¦that being how Ghost of Tsushima is literally Assassinās Creed without ACTUALLY BEING ASSASSINāS CREED. As I already mentioned, one of the reasons I was super excited for this game was due to the influence it might have on a certain franchise going forwardā¦that franchise being Assassinās Creed. Back in 2011, Ubisoft sent out a survey asking fans which location and time setting they would like to see in future games, with the top results being, WW II, Feudal Japan and Ancient Egypt. The Creative Director of AC3 said those were the worst settings the franchise could goā¦only for AC Origins to eventually come out and prove that statement was a load of bullshit and it ended up being one of the best locations in the series. The one location on the list that A LOT of fans knew could work was Feudal Japan (myself included) and weāve had to wait foreverā¦and everā¦and everā¦and ever for some hint if the next game would go thereā¦ So when Ghost of Tsushima came out and both sold well AND got near perfect reviews, I knew this would show Ubisoft that an Assassinās Creed Game set in Japan could ACTUALLY WORK. And then we went back to waitingā¦and waitingā¦and waitingā¦and waitingā¦until our patience has FINALLY PAYED OFF when back in September, Ubisoft announced ASSASSINāS CREED: CODENAMED RED!!!!!
I canāt help but think that the decision to finally make an entry with this setting was partially influenced by Ghost of Tsushima. Weāll have to wait a while to see if thatās the case cause the game wonāt be coming out until AT LEAST 2024, as Assassinās Creed Mirage is the title Ubisoft is releasing next year.
As for Ghost of Tsushima, regardless of it was indeed influenced by Assassinās Creed and it will in turn, influence Codename Red, itās still an awesome game with visuals that are still the most FUCKING GORGEOUS IāVE EVEN SEEN. When I take all the various aspects the game does perfectly, I canāt help but give Ghost of Tsushima Five Ghost Stance beheadings out of Five.
Honorable Mentions today are:
Assassinās Creed Odyssey: this game took the best parts of Origins, enhanced what needed to be, and expanded the world to insane proportions. The only thing that keeps it from being perfect is THE INSANE AMOUNT OF GRINDING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE TO REACH LEVEL 99!!!!! That and the stupidly high amount of money and materials that are needed to fully upgrade the ship and your equipment.
Bayonetta 2: It took everything people loved about the first game and bumped it up to eleven, and got rid of the more annoying aspects when it came to combat. Not to mention Moon River Infinite Climax Mix is THE PERFECT SONG TO OPEN THE GAME UP!!!!!!
#ghost of tsushima#assassinās creed#assassin's creed odyssey#bayonetta 2#assassin's creed codename red#feudal japan#video game#video games#top 10 video games of all time#my picks#assassin's creed mirage#x play#top ten video games of all time
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