#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit SORRY
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good morning friends! wishing u a lovely day today U^U i am updating the status of the event shsjdj so ive been writing the blurbs and doing the moodboards first since i cant quite sit down and lock in for skins! i can do blurbs & moodboards while out:] so it may be a bit until u see an actual post- but beware: a lot of them will suddenly come at once 🙂↕️ i have 20 of them in drafts
it seems i am busier on break than off break because my schedule has finally synced with my sibling! we haven’t been home at the same time for a while so every plan is getting crammed into this one week for maximum fun im assuming bahhahaa but im so sorry for the slowness !! 😞 togame fic is almost done being edited- though im like hmm… i would like to sit down and really fix something about it…
#mr reca’s prompt is planned out too! his is kinda short so im not worried about that#I AM ON A MISSION TODAY (christmas shopping)#i have my list as well as backups!! >:(#彡 chatter.#we are so locked in#if i spot ur faves ima snap a pic and show u :]
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Aaah I just wanted to say I loved your ‘men who’ Naruto post and I wanted to request a nsfw one if possible? 💕💕
You can ignore if you don’t write nsfw or if you don’t feel comfortable doing it
Men who…
Featuring - Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, & anyone else you see fit <3
Rating - Explicit
A/N - Luckily for you, anon, I do write nsfw and I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request; ty for the ask nd I hope you enjoy 💞💞
Song choice - B.A.S (Megan Thee Stallion)
Men who could easily spend hours between your legs, ignoring the sting of the tight grip you hold on their hair just to get a few more minutes of peace. Nights like this aren’t often, so why take it for granted; they’re finally free from their usually busy schedules and for them, there’s no better way to fill in the rare free time than spending it pleasing you.
You can’t remember how many orgasms they’ve already ripped from you, the erotic sound of wet, sloppy slurping permeates throughout the room as they work their skilled mouth between your legs.
Your thighs in their calloused hands as your legs helplessly dangle from their shoulders, nails digging into your palm as you clench your fists together, soon finding home in your partners scalp—roughly tugging at their locks, pulling them closer.
You were barely able form a coherent thought at this point, but you knew you were painfully close to your release; coarse, broken moans and cries of their name was the only thing that fell from your lips. They knew you were close just by the way your grip tightened on their locks as you rode their face in search of release, the sudden vibration of them letting out a few groans against your core was enough to push you off the edge of release once more.
Your grip weakened as you came down from your crashing orgasm, coating their mouth and lower chin in a mix your juices and their saliva; the sight of them in this state was painfully lewd. Messy, disheveled hair gently covering their eyes as they looked up at you, their bare body beautifully illuminated by the lit nightstand lamp, bare skin lightly damp with their sweat, chest heaving as they caught their breath—they looked beautiful, a literal piece of art.
(Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, whoever you see fit)
Men who lack skill but make up for it in enthusiasm. The only experience they’ve had were the restless nights they would spend panting into their palm while fucking their fist to the thought of you; and fuck were there many nights like that, but nothing could’ve prepared them for the real thing. Your warmth greedily taking them back in with every deep, sloppy thrust of theirs as you cried their name between choked out moans.
They easily reached that certain spongy spot that made you see stars, bullying their cock against it with each and every sloppy rough thrust of theirs; they just couldn’t help it, you were so perfect, the warmth you provided them, the feeling of your hole greedily sucking them back in every time they pulled back, these new feelings were dangerously addictive to them.
The pesky knot in your lower stomach finally snapped as you came from the excessive stimulation, limbs falling weak as you were close to collapsing onto the bed.
Their nails digging crescent shaped indents into your hips as they brought you up closer to them, the sight of their shaft coated in a pearly white mix of your fluids and their precum was enough to send them over the edge.
Leaning in and biting into your shoulder as they came, painting your insides in their seed with a muffled groan; their weight against your back as they catch their breath from their crashing orgasm. They couldn’t believe what they just did, and with you out of all people; it was like a dream for them. You could hear them whisper out a few broken I love you’s between breaths before leaving a few kisses in their wake and slowly picking back up on their thrusts, this time with a bit more experience on how to please you.
(Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, Whoever you see fit)
#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit SORRY#Naruto#naruto fanfic#naruto smut#x reader#x character#kakashi x reader#obito x reader#itachi x reader#jiraiya x reader#shikamaru x reader#shikaku x reader#neji x reader#choji x reader#might guy x reader#naruto x reader#rock lee x reader#sai x reader#kiba x reader#iruka x reader#sasori x reader#juugo x reader#gaara x reader
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Hi, feel free to take my new uquiz to discover what kind of vampire you are!
#NO IM NOT TALKING ABOUT CHESS THE MUSICAL I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT IS. I AM TALKING ABOUT THE ANCIENT BOARD GAME:CHESS#uquiz#vampires#twilight#because let's be honest there are a fair few references#and maybe this is my twilight quiz which has been in my drafts for nearly a year!#and i was tired of it sitting there#maybe!#quiz#werewolves#mention#you can get human in this im really sorry#it's a bit of a mean result#oh if anyone has an actual picture of the vampire that killed dean winchester please send it along#i could not find it with a cursory google search but i rememeber he wore a clown mask#so maybe one of those guys is the guy?
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idk if this question has already been answered or not but idrc, would your ice have considered it "talking about it" to admit his physical attraction towards mav? like calling him beautiful or genuinely complementing him. this goes for mav too
i do feel post debriefing ice would call mav beautiful openly or some sappy bs like that
love your writing 💌
anon i need you to know this ask was so cute it made me physically nauseous. i was sick all week thinking about how cute this ask was. thank you for sending it.
i actually had a couple drabbles where yes ice both pre- and post-TGM mission is like yeah im physically attracted to you, but it’s less like “oh my god you’re so hot 😍” and more like “i mean, yeah, you objectively look like tom cruise so it’s not like i really have a choice.”
but “beautiful” specifically i had not thought of, and it has knocked me off my feet and made me go feral/rabid/undomesticated for a few days straight, so i will be writing something about this. thanks.
#the reason there is very little of maverick in ch9 of wwgattai is because it would all be 100% fluff.#that’s the whole reason i started writing the drabbles.#i had to play up the ‘oh no we’re still not really together’ bit for the plot but#by the late aughts/early 2010s these are two old men who are extremely consciously in love#& just can’t say it out loud because it might change everything/have an effect on their careers#something that Should Be Done before they die but they both know so they don’t really HAVE to talk about it#I still don’t think i hit that feeling exactly which is disappointing but whatever#cutest ask ever anon. ill be thinking about this for months.#i clearly didn’t give their pre-2000s sex life a ton of thought but im sure ice was calling him ‘pretty boy’ in bed from day one#jsyk#pete maverick mitchell#tom iceman kazansky#icemav#top gun#top gun maverick#asks#edts notes#ANON!!! You sent this ask two months ago & this has just been sitting in my drafts sorry sorry sorry#first 3 are pre-tgm and last one is post-tgm (mav retiring ❤️)#anon—i just want you to know how seriously i took this ask; two/three months later. i wasn’t planning on writing out their wedding night#at all#this ask was what made me write their wedding LMAO
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Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣
re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’
wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!
#bestie thank you so much for fact-checking me 🙏🙏🥰🥰 i love when y��all come in my inbox & answer the questions i yell into the void of my tag#we are Suffering about trevor TOGETHER in this house. if i scrolled all the way to the bottom of my drafts i think i could find even more#heartbreaking content from before The Trade but we don’t need to suffer that much otherwise the penguin cup of tea is really irish coffee#confirms ALL of my theories about miserable trevor leaning into mason for comfort because in some universes that’s THEIR boyfriend who left#liv in the replies#trevor zegras#mason mctavish#need to go lay on the floor about this one folks. do you think trevor said he would only do it if mason came if he could sit next to mason#right at the end where people were rushing out not stopping to talk tired by the end of the line and not even thinking just to guarantee he#wouldn’t get asked anything because he still has a hard time believing it’s real he keeps thinking jamie’ll be there especially w/his ankle#i’m sure he doesn’t have a great time with stairs so he probably will nap on the couch sometimes and that moment right when he first wakes#up to the bang of the door and he doesn’t quite know he’s awake yet and he thinks it’s jamie coming in? heartbreaker right there bud. sorry#ALSO because I can’t say it and leave it alone I almost put that last bit strictly in the tags but like. there’s gotta be some part of#trevor that knows it’s nothing to do with him but still naïvely believes that if he’d maybe been there if he hadn’t been injured things#could have worked out differently if he’d been there and it’s his fault his ankle broke and do you remember all the interviews jamie gave#about how you never think you’ll be traded and how strange it is to be moving and now i need you to take that naïveté times 1000 for trevor#who of course he never even pictures jamie leaving they were building the core together!!! why would they ever get rid of him!! and if only#trevor had been there to show how important jamie was. what would he have done? literally nothing but that does not stop the emotional guil#from enveloping trevor like a rain cloud and making him sit in mason’s apartment with ice cream bowl in hand. holistic treatment l
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and theres a tragedy in the house just a block or two down. where a kid wearing a decorative mustache sleeps so peacefully. unaware of the book you hold in your hands. and that kid is your son. the one you care for so deeply. the one you know youll lose. and it hurts you to care, hurts you to love but you have so much of both to give. its something you havent felt in ages. something you wish you had never felt again.
that kid is so unaware of why youre here. why you sit in front of a computer now desperate to send a message outwards to no avail. unaware of why you fear for your life everyday - wholly unaware that fear is all youve ever known. for even men cower when faced with bedrock on all sides.
the kid is unaware that after everything you still will care for him. and its a gut-wrenching care only you know. its the way your stomach turns when you hold him just knowing one day he wont hug back. and its a love only you can give. because there is a love so tragic when you care for someone and know theyre gonna die because you care so much.
there is no avoiding it.
there is a tragedy just one or two blocks down of the boy who sleeps so peacefully and the dad who wants nothing more than to love him.
#aaa this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit#might as well send it out into the world ig#its fun to think of ramon and fit#and the two are so tragic i feel#but i may be overdramatizing things like a true fitmc enjoyer#qsmp#qsmp fitmc#qsmp fit#qsmp ramon#qsmp writing#qsmp ficlet#<- ig#its writing#qsmpattackz#splatattackz#also sorry i love writing in second person#its so fun
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you having a flatland au with a 4th dimension is awesome. i have one too technically (where everyone goes up one dimension) but its basically just a humanized au
Hey look, humanized AUs are always fun, no shame in that^^ It's awesome that other people see value in the 4th dimension and the stuff you can do with that concept :)
Does make me wonder how a 4D humanoid would look though... hmm... I'll get back to you on that.
#koy chats#SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT THANKS FOR THE ASKKK#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit now lol my bad#actually encouraged me to make angelica (a tesseract) a humanoid form#flatland
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Odyssey AU: what if… Telemachus was late?
It’s not angst I promise!
But this idea has been bouncing around in my head for while and i figured that now that i have tumblr ha finally have place to share it. Enjoy!
In this AU, the majority still happens.
Odysseus still takes 10 years at sea to get home after losing his entire crew, still gets disguised as a beggar, his old nurse still recognizes him and aids him before he goes up to the castle and sees Penelope, you know how it goes.
But, in this version, when Athena tells Telemachus that he should head home, something delays him.
Maybe the king he was talking to was being too hospitable. Maybe Poseidon was still salty with Odysseus and made him take longer. Either way doesn't matter, just know he takes a while longer then normal. But even without Telemachus, Odysseus still beats the suitors and kills them. But what happens next…. :
A servant comes and gets Penelope, who after talking to this 'mysterious beggar,' locked herself away in her room. "Come quickly your highness, someone has defeated all the suitors, they are all dead!'
Penelope rushed out to the main courtyard. (Athena chooses this moment to take off Odysseus beggar disguise. Maybe Aphrodite had something to do with that) Penelope couldn't believe it.
"Odysseus... it's really you..?” She had been suspicious that he was almost home but, she still couldn't believe her eyes. 20 years had done a lot, but it was still clearly him.
When he heard his name Odysseus turned around. It was her. After all this time. He made it. Relief washed over him. "Penelope..”
The couple ran into each others arms. Odysseus spun Penelope around. They both forgot that the rest of the world existed. They look into each others eyes. Odysseus caressed him thumb against her cheek. Penelope moved a strand of hair out of his face. They slowly leaned in until they closed the gap between them. They have been waiting for this moment for 20 years, and they would be damned if anything was going to ruin it.
Meanwhile, Telemachus finally made it home. He walked up to the castle…
Something was wrong. Different. It was quiet. Too quiet. “Where are the suitors?” Telemachus asked the guards.
“We heard quite a lot of fighting inside the courtyard.” Telemachus looked shocked. The guard tried to defend himself. “ we don’t move from our posts out here unless we are called. Our jobs are to look out-“ Telemachus didn’t let him finish his explaination. He ran inside.
Where’s mom?! What if she’s hurt? What if the suitors got fed up with waiting? What if-
Telemachus was thrown off by the shear amount of bodies scattered through the hallways. He didnt care that the suitors are dead, but who did this? And where was mom?
Perspective is a funny thing. When Telemachus enters the courtyard, he couldn’t she his mothers expression. He didn’t see the happy reunion that had just occured. He didn’t see that this man holding his mom wasn’t hurting her. All he saw was that this- this STRANGER was touching his mom. Enough was enough. Telemachus was done letting these suitors walk all over him.
It all happened so fast. In the matter of seconds Telemachus ripped his dad this stranger off of Penelope and pinned him to the ground. Telemachus pulled out his dagger and held him at knife point. “Get away from her.” He growled.
Odysseus was a bit more than peeved. After 20 years of blood and tears shed to get to this moment, being interrupted and held back by the gods themselves was getting REALLY old. “Excuse who are you to-“
“I am Telemachus, son of Penelope, heir to the Ithacan throne, I demand to know WHO you are before I slit your throat for trespassing.”
Penelope snapped out of her state of shock. “Telemachus wait there’s a-“ Odysseus signals her to stop. Penelope looks at her husband quizzically. Ody softened upon realizing who this boy was. (Boy is a loose term, hes roughly like 20-)
“I am Odysseus, husband to Penelope, the reigning king of Ithaca… and your father.” Telemachus is taken aback. “Hi, son.”
Telemachus looks to his mother for reassurance. Her warm, geneuine smile was all he needed. He got up and put his dagger away before helping Odysseus up. “Wow.. you’ve gotten so big.” The mans pride swelled. This was his son. That baby he had left all those years ago was now standing before him, all grown up.
“Yeah…I- uh…I’ve heard a lot about you…” Telemachus big and scary fasad crumbled as soon as he realized. This was his dad. The legend he’s been learning about for so long. The man his mother has been waiting for all this time.
“All good things I hope.” They both chuckle. The two lock eyes before Telemachus embraces him.
Penelopes eyes get misty, and Odysseus opens his arms so she can run in and join the group hug. “My boys.”
“Together at last. And I wont let anybody take that away again.”
#the end was a bit rushed oops#this has been sitting in my drafts basically sense I got tumblr#epic the musical#odysseus#the odyssey#telemachus#but asks;lajdfkj I had to get it out there#just a non accurate retelling of the reunion#sorry if there’s typos im blind as a bat lol#adi writes something? WHAT?!
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ive been trying to find the sleeve au for like 30 minutes now where did it go!!!!?
it doesn’t have an official tag or anything,,, and it’s only got 3 posts so far 😔
but here’s the main one !!
#rutabaga answers#sorry it took me a bit to answer#apparently this has just been sitting in my drafts for a few days?????
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Must pet rush
Looks so fluffy
But would probably bite my hand off
That's a risk I'm willing to take
you're lucky rush's bites aren't lethal.
you might lose a bit of blood, however
#this has been sitting in my drafts for so long sorry---#rush looks a bit off here but ehh cant be bothered to redraw#art#digital art#fanart#roblox art#roblox doors#doors roblox#doors fanart#doors rush#doors senVerse#senVerse ask#hydrx art
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Nick thinks he has to try at least.
Who knows when or even if the opportunity will ever present itself again.
His wrist turned in a quite uncomfortable way, the cake dangling precariously from his fingers he holds it to Taylor's lips.
"...there you go, yeah" he thinks a little breathlessly, when Taylor actually takes a bite.
A Delicate, Little Bite. With his toothpaste advertisement-worthy teeth in his big, beautiful mouth.
While Nick's eyes are fixated on Taylor's mouth, chewing the sweet treat, he can feel heat rising in his cheeks underneath all the makeup.
And the not insignificant amount of cream stuck to his own bottom lip and chin which he doesn't lick away. Yet.
He does know what his mouth looks like and he rather prefers it that way. Here and now at least, thank you very much.
Does Taylor even consider the cake a treat though?
The cake on his lip?
Nick doesn't know.
Only knows he loves to watch him eat it.
Anything really.
Watch Taylor eat all the food with his usually super strict healthy "only x gram of carbs today", his veiny arms and tiny waist and probably less than 7% bodyfat.
As opposed to... Nick doesn't actually mind being a little on the squishy side. His granny used to say people were supposed to be grabbable and he's always liked it in women. In himself as well as he knows it's actually balancing his broad chest and full lips.
This other man here next to him on the floor though.
Eating out of his hand literally?
Lean as a racehorse.
Lean to be fed. Properly.
His mind goes to Hensel & Gretel and the wicked witch who made Hensel eat and eat and eat to... eat him later.
Completely lost in his thoughts now, eyes still fixated on a chewing Taylor, Nick thinks that cannibalistic implications aside, he surely wouldn't mind to eat Taylor sometime.
Precisely his cock.
Needless to say: If he was amenable.
Nick realises he wishes he could feed him a whole fucking cake one day and get himself a nice not-so-little treat of a different kind afterwards.
Or during. He's not going to be picky about the timing.
When or if the opportunity ever presents itself...
#rpf#tw rpf#(if you're so inclined)#a bit of rpf feeding kink?#wtf brain hey helloo?#rwrb#red white and royal blue#rwrb ficlet#i write here now#okay have umm this#idk#nicholas galitzine#taylor zakhar perez#tzp#just let me play ok#i mean nothing by it#juts stretching the two brain cells#and sorry for the horse comparison. i panicked.#tw horse#this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks(?) now and i need to set it free. gbye feeding kink post. off you go#taynick#taynick rpf
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/e wave hi @artidoesthings
I finally stopped procrastinating and wrote this
Might write a sillier version of the Swap AU where they really just decided to swap weapons and were not cursed maybe hmm..
#phighting!#fanfiction#this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit#now I need to finish my other phanphics guh..#/silly#not the best thing I’ve written I think#<- but atp it was sitting there and I wanted to get it out and done with#so#sorry if it ain’t the best#gear swap au
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Once in a Blue Moon
@lostxndbroken
Tic...tic....tic...tic...whether it was the rhytmic tics of his watch or the little raindrops tapping against the window as New York’s streets were swept in wind and rain, other than that faint sound fading away nothing else could be heard in the dimly lit by candles study. It needed to be quiet, as silent as the grave to hold a seance. Nick’s amulet swung, the circle of candles floated and whispers caressed his ears with answers.
In Ica Peru laid what he sought and in his visions Oliver walking up the long steps. Many Queens laid in the grave and no doubt a bunch of them were not resting. This ought to be the answer as to why Oliver kept showing up, his fault truly for necromancers were beacons and lightning rods to those stuck on the Other side. He got close to a man touched by death far too many times, Nick could get a headache just thinking of how many people Oliver lost abruptly. Nick had been keeping an eye on him lately,danger was of course in every corner as the man was not only a target for his wealth but a vigilante but it could not hurt to keep an eye on him never the less...right? But this interference from the Beyond was getting stupid. Was he just a focal point or was he now this distracted that his mind was slipping to thinking of Oliver and manifesting...like this. By Nick clawing OLIVER JONAS QUEEN on his floorboard.
No, he was not a sentimental person and he would not dwell on it, the Beyond stated their aid came at the price that said Oliver Jonas Queen ought to come along. He wouldn’t ponder on it,not right now, it wasn’t as if Oliver couldn’t handle danger...or a trap. He looked at his watch, it was in the dead of night maybe he ought to wait till the morning? Maybe not, so off to the kitchen for the landline phone he rushed.
Ring ring. Ring ring.
For crying out loud since when did party boys sleep at 2.27 am?
“Oliver-” Nick addressed the moment the voicemail kicked in. “I am departing for Peru on Tuesday, if you want to escape the drudgery of galas and CEO responsibilities and your sense of adventure needs tickling I could use an extra pair of strong hands. My apprentice is otherwise engaged-” he spoke with Zatanna shaking her head from across the kitchen counter.
“Say something nice you’re sounding really...formal” Zatanna whispered.
“It might not be the ideal romantic get away but I have to admit I yearn to see you again”
Zatanna cringed. Yearned? “Alright Poe..take it down a notch” she whispered.
“It would be good to see you.”
Click. He hanged up and would not wait an answer whether it would be a trip for one or a trip for two.
#lostxndbroken#;;nick nolan threads#this has been sitting in my drafts for a while im sorry it took a bit#I might be a bit slow still but have the promised starter anywaaaaaay#;;queueu
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SSR Family Event in a Nutshell
Itaru: Alright so my sister's getting married and I need to get her a good gift, ideas?
Izumi: You should invite her to the next Spring Play! I mean you'll be the lead.
Itaru: No way.
Sakuya: You really respect your sister, huh?
Itaru: Yea but don't tell her that.
Sakuya: (I think he should invite her to the play.)
Masumi: You sure you don't want to invite her to the play?
Itaru: Surprised you care, but yea no. Absolutely not inviting her.
Chikage: So your gift?
Itaru: Picked out I just need to pick it out & send it to...
Itaru: So she already has one coming. So I still need a great gift. I don't want to just give her money... Citron?
Citron: I can say with absolute confidence, you should invite her to the play. It'll mean a lot.
Itaru: ...Alright.
Itaru: Everyone I've decided to invite my sister to the play. And as special thanks to Citron for this, I want him to have a special role in it.
#i'm so not funny#i'd say:#I'm freaking hilarious actually#but like this isn't that funny#I mean I laughed rereading this but like...#anywho#this has been sitting in my drafts for months#since June 8th 2023#so I'm posting it to get rid of it#I'm doing a bit of drafts cleaning#sorry if there's any inaccuracies#I mean it wasn't too far off from when I read it when I wrote it but like ye#I made a small edit to it so if that's wrong whoops#didn't want anyone to get two lines but it was bothering me how it was set up there#also did tsuz really not have a part in that or did past me thus present me forget it?#like I know he wrote the script and there was stuff there but that doesn't have to do with the joke directly so...#am I forgetting something? idk#was gonna schedule this but i rambled so much in the tags I'm just gonna send it to the abyss now#a3!
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Other Misc. Rambling Thoughts on the topic:
(~ !!!!!!!!! if you're just reblogging this post for the Poll section, please reblog the original post without this addition* lol. ~)
(*not that there's anything super personal or weird about the addition, just that it's meant to be kind of casual Side Commentary, not really part of the Main Point Of The Poll, so it would feel kind of weird for it to be emphasized by being included in reblogs unless the reblogs were explicitly about the side commentary, etc..... if that makes sense.. ANYWAY!)
It's neat to read the written descriptions that people are mentioning in the tags, since it's almost like I can see or conceptualize the idea as well, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING it.
Like for example: I can imagine a vase, it's a muted mint green and slightly translucent, elaborate golden birds sprawled down the side in streaks of thin rough watery paint, the base material shimmers gently in the light, there's a small chip where it's cracked on the handle, etc, etc. .. But as I'm thinking about this I see literally nothing.
It seems like perhaps some people can visualize an object first, and THEN describe what they see. But I sort of work backwards. I am building the object in my mind, I can never see it, but it's a collection of concepts. Rather than visualizing all details as a whole at once, I am adding each detail one by one, building onto the IDEA of the thing.
The vase doesn't have a crack on the handle because I just automatically visualized a vase with a crack. It was more that I cognitively understand the concept of a vase, what they tend to be made out of, how they tend to look and feel, the properties they have. So based purely on that knowledge, I can imagine "a chip is something that a vase could have, it would look this way and behave this way" - more like... I'm constructing a bullet point Fact List about the object rather than seeing it.
So if you tell me to imagine an object, I can, in a way, imagine that object in great detail, but it's just.. I'm not SEEING those details, more just knowing it's qualities in a purely conceptual way. Sometimes in the tags when people are like "yeah I can see the skin of the apple, texture, little dots on the surface" it's like… I can imagine that too, I can know it's there, but just with no visual attached.
I guess rather than SEEING something and going ''ah. I know what this looks like because I have seen it''. I more just skip that visual step entirely and go ''I know what this looks like, I just randomly have a list of information about the concept in my mind.'' etc. Maybe similar to how sometimes in dreams, even though a house may look completely different and be in an entirely fake 'dreamlike' environment, you just somehow KNOW intuitively that it's meant to be your childhood home or something. Even when it looks nothing like it in reality. There's a built-in base knowledge of the properties or information of some things within a dreaming mind, etc.
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This also makes me wonder about like.. how storytelling and myth is so important to cultures all across time. Or how this could tie also into concepts of religion.. etc. etc. If so many people really can kind of conjure these vivid images in their mind, then maybe that's part of why certain things are so meaningful to them? Like a "religious experience" being something you can actually really SEE/feel/lingering with you in your head, rather than just abstract words on a page, detached purely theoretical ideas, etc... hmmm
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Plus also just for average emotional stuff too, even outside of broader cultural conceptual attachments..
Like, I don't think there's a direct 1 to 1 link (obviously not all people with mental illnesses that significantly reduce their emotional or expressive capacity also MUST have aphantasia or vice versa), but it's interesting as someone who DOES also have a much more lessened emotional range/pretty flat affect/etc. etc. to think like.. Maybe I WOULD be more emotional, in a way, if I could have these vivid experiences..?
Perhaps memories would hold deeper significance if they could really stay with me vividly. Or storytelling would evoke more of a deep emotional reaction to me if I could really picture and feel the things that are going on. If things were more TANGIBLE in my brain, rather than always merely conceptual highly abstracted ideas.
Kind of like, it's probably easier to get over the death of a pet or something, if after not seeing them for an hour you already don't remember what they looked like (beyond just a vague fact list of traits), and you have no vivid memories or mental reminders of them (beyond just factual information stores). COGNTIVIELY you can appreciate the idea of their absence, of course, you still miss them, but there's just no remaining visceral sensory ties. A very "out of sight, out of mind" sort of thing in terms of attachments, memories, emotions, etc. Maybe certain things are easier to "get over", when you're not having constant mental sensory reminders that occasionally rekindle your feelings about the event or etc.??
(like for example, maybe someone could remain angry about an argument longer if they could vividly replay it in their head over and over again. VS just like.. 'Yes I can factually recall the fact I had an argument, and I do have knowledge stored about what precisely was said, but any sort of sensory data such as sights/smells/feelings, etc. from the actual moment of the event are long gone and can never be conjured again in my mind." etc.)
Which again, I think lessened emotional permanence and image permanence in the mind are NOT inherently linked, can all be caused by different things for different people. And, since I can't visualize anything in my head, maybe I'm misunderstanding how it happens and the effect it may have on stuff like remembering things you miss or replaying arguments, etc. etc. But it's still a little interesting to think about, if they could influence each other to some degree.... :0c --
Lastly, It's also weird because I'm actually pretty good at estimating distance and spaces? I can quickly assemble furniture without an instruction manual, pretty easily have a concept of how much space a chair may take up in a room, how two mechanical parts might fit together - BUT, I am literally not actually visualizing anything. I cannot see 3D objects in my mind at ALL. It's like.. just based on the pure List Of Facts About Things Which I Have Observed.. I can intuitively go "oh this works like this/this is this size" just because.. I know it's that size. I don't have to see anything to know..?
But then on the other hand, I'm terrible at directions without a map (I guess because a 3d outdoor environment has WAY more complexity than like.. "Will this square fit into another square?"etc. lol ).
BUT, I also draw/sculpt/etc. entirely without references, and seem to do mostly okay at that..? Like.. I can't even remember the last time I actually used a reference or looked at anything whilst drawing. It's all muscle memory, and me just adjusting as I go until something "looks right" on paper, I never have a set image in my head (or external reference) before hand.. Hrmm....
AND.. I used to say that I had a photographic memory when I was younger, which I know NOW is not true (I always thought it was just an expression, not that people could literally see things in a photographic way). But what I was describing is, I do often associate information with imagery, just... without imagery....
Like "Oh, I know that I took my medicine earlier today because I have a distinct memory, a snapshot of a moment in time, of me rattling the pill bottle in my hands as I looked up at a stop sign while in the back seat of a car". When I say this, I can't ACTUALLY see/feel/hear a pill bottle, or vividly picture a stop sign, but it's more just a factual recall, of. Even though I don't see these things, I know they happened, the information of them happening (me hearing a sound and also looking at a stop sign at the same time) has been stored in my brain as a memory, a collection of linked facts. --
As for other senses, I cannot taste or feel anything in my head AT ALL.. wild that some people mention that. I mean, again, I can have a purely factual recall as if reading a textbook, knowing the information of 'X item typically has X texture, therefore I can imagine what it may be like to feel it' or 'X usually has this taste' etc. - but I can never actually experience those senses in any capacity in my mind alone. I would say audio is my strongest mental sense (maybe a 2.5 or 3 (if it were translated onto the above scale where 1 is most vivid and 5 is nothing)), then visual (4.5 at most, usually 5), and then taste and smell and such are just complete 5, absolutely nothing, I didn't even know people could experience taste or feeling just in their mind alone.. lol...
I know this is just a silly bad quality random screencap of a screencap that I found on facebook lol, BUT it's a succinct enough image to easily describe the concept in a quick/accessible way hopefully :
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(and of course, feel free to elaborate in tags, etc.! (especially elaborating about other senses as well.. can you "hear" in your mind just as well as you can "see"? taste? etc.) It's an interesting topic to me, as someone who's like a 4.5 at MOST lol. I'm curious what option will be the most common :0c )
#repeat reblog#Hrmm.... this must be why you all like reading books so much lol… option 5.. so few of us…#Also I wonder if this is why I'm a more detail oriented writer. Like if I was making a story I would first have to plot out information#about the location. draw a map of the room the chararcters are in. sketch the characters. their outfits. do a lot of plotting and planning#about how the world and the setting works and what plants might be there and so on and so forth. Because I'm working#more from a factual knowledge base of like 'bullet point list of things I know about this setting/object/person/etc'#rather than actually just being able to see it in my mind. So to really conceptualize a person/place/thing - I have to build it#from the ground up conceptually. Gathering and organizing all the information about it until I have a Full Mental Concept of it - and THEN#I can work with it from there. But maybe someone who just Pictures all that in their brain from the beginning can kind of skip that step.#Like for example I literally have NO idea what any of my characters look like until I draw them. I have to actively decide what they look#like and think about all of those details and create the List Of Factual Information (black hair. green eyes. this tall. etc.) from scratch#. where the friend I talked to on the phone recently said that they literally just like... picture the character. like they just SEE them#doing stuff and know from there. And of course i have an IDEA of what I may want a characters appearnce to be or properties that would suit#them based on their Concept and Personality. but I literally do not know. And even when writing or thinking about characters doing things#I cannot visualize them no matter how hard I try. It's all theoretical factual recall for me. Also my friend said that to THEM the saying#''the characters write themselves'' was interpreted to mean.. they can literally sit down & watch the characters do things and it's as#if they are just creating a story in their mind from thin air. it writes itself. Where for ME I have always interpreted it to mean ''I have#undertaken the process of analyzing and plotting every detail of this character SO deeply that I know them SO well down to even#how they would walk or hold a pencil. and thus because I have such an intimate understanding of every intricacy of their personality. It's#extremely easy to just Put Them Into A Situation and assume exactly how they'd react/ exactly what they'd say because based#on what has factually been determined about them and their personality/worldview/etc. it's just.. literally automatic. The same way that#if you knew a friend's preferences extremely well you could probably easily predict how they'd respond to a birthday gift'' etc.#hmm.. ANYWAY... Which my friend may be an extreme example. I feel like it'd be obvious even for writers without aphantasia to STILL sit#down and plot out details & intimately understand their characters/setting/etc. But the idea that for ANYONE it's like ''yeah I dont have t#think much about designing the layout of a room/place/etc. I just kind of SEE it in my mind and know automatically''.... wild... lol#It makes it seem like I'm always having to do like 500 tons of extra work that other people can just skip .. oughh#''well after writing them for a YEAR and fully conceptualizing their personality and going through 15 sketch drafts. i have FINALLY#decided on an appearance for my character'' ... ''erm.. i have been seeing my character since day 1.. what do you mean?'' ... lol#ANYWAY.. and thank you to those who have sent in asks abt your experiences.. very inchresting.. sorry not posting/responding yet since im#still a bit sick feeling and energy is very scattered/low social ability/etc... even this post i typed over the course of days lol..
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𝐘𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑,, c.sturniolo
summary. . . chris is yapping away with his fingers in your mouth because you kept interrupting him
pairing. . . chris sturniolo x fem!reader
warnings. . . gagging
a/n. . . this has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time, i completely forgot about this
“there’s so much shit i need to do for my brand tomorrow, like-“ chris says but being cut off by your voice for the fifth time and he’s only been talking for ten minutes.
“oh my god. i’m so excited for you to release the new items, they’re all so cute.” you gush with excitement as you think about the baby tees and hoodies chris has designed.
“yeah. i think this will be the-“ chris attempts to talk but gets cut off by you, yet again.
“that baby pink baby tee? that looks like heaven. it’s so cute, i can’t wait to-.” you say, but quickly stop as you turn to chris and see the unamused look on his face.
“what’s the problem, baby?” you ask furrowing your brows.
“you. you’re the problem at the moment, actually.” he says with a smirk growing on his face as he trails his hand up your arm, holding his hand in place when it reaches your jaw, “you’ve interrupted me so many times.” he whispers, leaning his face closer to yours as he moves his ring and middle finger up to yours lips.
you and chris kept intense eye contact as he pushes his fingers into your mouth until the lay flat in the middle of your tongue.
his finger’s sit in your mouth for a moment before he pushes them the slightest bit further in. “i swear you never let me talk.” his icy blue eyes stay locked on yours as he moves his fingers just a little more.
when he finally stills his fingers in your mouth, you attempt to talk again, “i do, i let you talk all the time” you try to say but it comes out muffled.
“all the time?” chris repeats back with a scoff, his fingers moving ever so slightly in your mouth, clearly not believing you. he knows you don’t ever let him talk. he just loves any excuse to tease you.
“maybe not all the time, but most of the time” you say but when you do chris plunges his fingers to the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his fingers and tears fill your eyes. and when they do chris pulls his fingers back to sit on your tongue, “now let me talk” he says.
his fingers sit with a little more pressure on your tongue as he waits for you to nod in agreement, watching the tears form in your eyes as you try to recover from the gag. he knows you’ll agree, you always agree.
you slowly nod your head. chris smirks then continues talking, “now you’re finally letting me get a word in. so yeah, the new drop is in about two weeks so i have a bunch of shit i need to sort between now and then.”
his fingers sit still in your mouth as he talks, his other hand that’s around your waist moving up and down your side gently. while his fingers don’t move, they do apply more pressure as he talks, making it harder and harder for you to concentrate on what he’s saying.
chris has yapped and yapped for the past 15 minutes with no interruptions, due to obvious reasons.
you let out a hum as chris brings up something you really want to talk about, but he glares at you and pushes his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag again.
he smirks as you gag around his fingers again, he’s got such power over you at the moment as he’s in full control. every time you moan, hum, or try to say something, he gags you again. he knows there’s something you want to ask, and he finds this whole situation way too amusing, “there something you want to say, baby?” he taunts with a sly smirk on his face.
he watches intently as you hum and moan around his fingers, his smirk never leaving his face. he loves how powerless you are right now. no matter how hard you try to talk, his fingers will always stop you, and it makes him so amused. he knows that there’s something you want to ask, and he’s fully enjoying taunting you.
“sorry baby, it’s my turn to talk. not yours. but you’ll get your chance later, just not now.” he says in a mocking tone. chris lets out a small chuckle as he watches you struggle. he knows how badly you want to ask him the question, but he’s loving this too much to give you the chance too. “you’re just gonna have to wait a while, baby. i still have more to say. don’t worry.”
he continues rambling on for another ten minutes. this time he only had to gag you twice, unlike last time he had to do it countless times. you really wanted to talk so you brung your hand up to chris’ hand that is in your mouth and attempt to pull it away from your mouth, which chris doesn’t like.
as soon as your hand comes up to his, he pulls it back and pushes his fingers even further in your mouth, his smirk growing as he watches you. he lets out a small huff, “no, princess, don’t try that. this is my turn to talk, not yours. you don’t listen. i have to remind you who’s in charge, don’t i?” he says in a mocking tone.
you look up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him to let you talk.
chris looks down at you, seeing your pleading eyes and he feels his heart fluttering. every time you look at him like that, he just wants to give in and do anything for you. but not this time, though. no, no, no. right now he’s enjoying how much control he has, and he isn’t giving that up. “ah, princess, baby. stop looking at me like that. that’s not gonna work this time. i’m in charge right now.”
your body deflates when he says that. you really thought chris was going to let talk this time, but you were wrong.
chris notices your body deflates, seeing you give up. he lets out a soft chuckle; the whole situation was so amusing to him. he’s got you right where he wants you - at his mercy. he loves having power over you like this; it’s such a huge turn on for him. he can’t help but tease you a little bit more. “aww, princess. did you really think i was gonna let you talk? after all the times you’ve cut me off? that’s really cute.”
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