#this is my last boop post i promise

[5ummit]

perfect

[mistylacrimosa]

So many good start trek boop memes out there,so little time to reblog them all

this simple booping.... is beyond v'gers comprehension

[justewil]

they're booping each other

[daincrediblegg]

no you know what I'm going to scream about the stuff I talked about in the tags of this post publicly

I'm tired of the well-meaning "don't feel bad if your work only gets 20 notes your genius is what counts and do it for you!" bullshit. I've had a good handful of friends who have straight up DEACTIVATED in recent months because their work was not getting reblogged AT ALL. No, it wasn't from lack of not being well-liked, no it wasn't from lack of trying to make sure it was getting out there to the people they knew would engage with it. It was because no matter how much they were praised privately for their work, when push came to shove, absolutely NOBODY reblogged it and gave it the audience that it was due, and I'm tired of people shoving the "unsung genius" narrative as an excuse for it. Nothing excuses that. And the boop event really proved that.

because I know given the opportunity, indiscriminately pressing a button (sometimes 10 thousand times, as I did) is not beyond this website's capability. y'all loved doing that. and look at what it wrought. nothing but love and affection and happiness. just from a couple of quick clicks of a little paw button. sure. nobody knew who you booped but the other person (which is how likes used to work on this website, btw). there was an element of anonymity to it. but that is kind of the core of this website that no other social media platform still has: the ability to be anonymous. and hyper-curating a blog on here like you might on twitter or instagram to project an image is simply not viable. and hey. you wanna know a secret: literally nobody cares what you post or whether it goes with the "theme" of your blog or not. yeah. I know. CRAZY concept in this day and age. but literally. I myself have reblogged things that have had nothing to do with whatever I am currently fixated by and you know what happened to my follower count? not a damn thing. in fact, I actively try to reblog things specifically BECAUSE it's my friends who made them (even though I'm not always good at KEEPING UP WITH HOW MUCH THEY POST @prismatica-the-strange will NEVER GO UNRECOGNIZED by me).

And you know what fucking sucks? I have to deal with this too. surprise right? you ever wonder why I reblog fics or art I post like 20 times the day that I post them? do you ever wonder why I ask about tag lists and beg for asks all the time? IT'S BECAUSE EVEN I GET LIKE. 5 LIKES ON THE THINGS I POST. AND THE REST OF THE REBLOGS ARE MINE SO I CAN MAKE SURE THAT PEOPLE WHO WANT TO SEE WHAT I MAKE GET TO SEE IT. and I say that knowing that I'm certainly not an unpopular blog, or an unpopular writer. I know that people love the stories that I create. Hell, half of the people that I've talked to about lady terror have told me that they consider her to be canon (AND EVEN SOME!! THOUGHT SHE WAS!!! WITHOUT EVEN HAVING WATCHED THE SHOW! WHICH IS STILL SO SO WILD TO ME!!!) But especially in the last 4 years (which really dates this phenomenon), my posts, no matter how well received they've been amongst people I've talked to about them directly, I still go into the notes and at least half (often more than half) are MY reblogs to make sure people saw what I posted. and it happens every single time, and I can't tell you how much it crushes me considering that it used to be that I would be able to post it only once, and people would reblog it sometimes even HUNDREDS of times.

It's not about popularity. it never has been. it's not about anxiety. or shifting website cultures. even if you lurk, the simple fact is, that if you want people to keep making what you love. you have to reblog. your theme won't suffer because you reblogged a fanfiction that you really admire. your posting won't be ruined because you reblogged some fanart from someone in a different fandom. really. I promise. and if people do unfollow you for that? who needs em. followers come and go but you should NEVER have to cater to them. on this website it has ALWAYS been the other way around. lean into it. make it yours. put stuff you ACTUALLY WANT to be seen and that you love and appreciate on your blog. no matter how old it is, how new it is, no matter how niche or off-theme it is.

so please. if you really want to show your appreciation for someone's work? you reblog. it's really as easy as that. check the tags. add some when you reblog if you like. but please for the love of god reblog. it's as easy as booping and even more rewarding for the people who you reblog from. if you want to let someone know that their work is genius and appreciate it? show it. reblog. then DM them if you're too nervous to say what you want to say but not in a public forum. but for christ's sake. REBLOG.

[gollancz]

Guys. Christmas is coming. Consumerism is in the driver's seat and GAWD don't I know about the existential ennui of all these faceless corporations trying to schill you their wares. It's cold. Impersonal. Bleak.

So I, a fellow tumblr user, will instead try to schill you MY wares, so that when you purchase these items you can say "Hey, that person from tumblr worked on this", and feel the warmth of HUMAN CONNECTION in a way that is completely normal and not parasocial at all. We really are friends. I promise. Yes, you. Love you, bestie. Remember the boop war? Good times. Fond memories.

THIRTEEN STOREYS and FAMILY BUSINESS by Jonathan Sims

Tumblr's favourite Nightmare Factory @jonnywaistcoat has two novels out and they're phenomenal horror that also punch you in the throat with SOCIAL COMMENTARY and FEELINGS. He's so adept at tapping into the specific part of my brain that feels fear like a small child - not the adult creepy scared that I normally get around horror, but specifically the kind of fear that almost freezes your limbs and vocal chords with a terror you don't quite understand because there is so much in the world that you don't know, but you know that somehow this thing might be quick enough or smart enough or sneaky enough to get you before you can get to the safety of your parents sort of fear.

THIRTEEN STOREYS is a haunted house novel, but set in a refurbished block of flats. Each chapter follows a different resident being haunted in a different way, with a style to match the flavour of ghost. It's all tied together phenomenally and brutally.

FAMILY BUSINESS is a story about ghosts in a different way, following a woman who joins a post-mortem house cleaning service while grieving the death of her best friend. But as she removes the stains from the houses of the dead, she begins to suspect something else is removing even more.

Both of these titles are available from Gollancz worldwide!

THE LAST UNICORN, THE WAY HOME, THE INNKEEPER'S SONG and A FINE AND PRIVATE PLACE by Peter S. Beagle

Obviously Peter's work needs no introduction, and our editions aren't available in the US and Canada, but I've had a wonderful time working with Peter and his team to bring these beautiful books back to the UK. Meeting him at Worldcon this year was such a magical moment, and he was jet-lagged and I had gone through sleep deprived into hyper and was bringing an Extremely Weird Energy to every interaction I had that day, resulting in this photo:

THE LAST UNICORN and THE WAY HOME are a matched pair of wonderful fairy stories. THE WAY HOME has two novellettes in it, and the first - 'Two Hearts' - won the Hugo award. It will also destroy you.

A FINE AND PRIVATE PLACE was Peter's first ever novel, and it's wistful and romantic and so beautiful.

THE INNKEEPER'S SONG is his epic fantasy quest, it's an adventure story that reads almost lyrically. Also there's an orgy in the middle which caught me by surprise when I was reading it for the first time on the train into work.

HIGH VAULTAGE by Chris and Jen Sugden

It's possible that someone on this website doesn't know I was involved with this book but don't worry, I will HUNT THEM DOWN AND TELL THEM. This is the first book I took all the way through the editorial process from end to end and I am SO PROUD of it and Chris and Jen and their wonderful world of @victoriocity. Officially one of the seven funniest books published in the UK this year, shortlisted for the Wodehouse Prize for Comic Fiction. It's a chaotic, bonkers murder mystery set in an alternate Victorian London which is the most gleeful dystopia I have ever encountered.

Featuring:

Grumpy Sunshine besties

The Victorian Equivalent of the Chuck Norris Meme

A robot who undertook a course in People Management

An indefatigable beagle

This is another book that you can get from Gollancz all over the world, and you SHOULD because it's amazing. Go into your local bookshop and ask them to order it into stock. It's a great Christmas present. It's my firstborn book baby (like that's a completely normal thing to say when I didn't even write it). Also if you're a fan of the podcast, why not tell the Guardian how great it is, and make a nuisance of yourself until they review. (I would, but the form asks for your name and then they'd know I didn't suddenly discover Victoriocity this year. Either that or think I was a very careless editor.) If you've not listened to the podcast yet, you absolutely should. It pings all my Douglas Adams receptors in the best way. If you like HITCHHIKER'S GUIDE, if you like CABIN PRESSURE, VICTORIOCITY is the perfect addition.

HAMMAJANG LUCK by Makana Yamamoto

SLIGHTLY cheating because HAMMAJANG LUCK isn't out in North America until January (pre-orders make great Christmas presents guys), but it IS out in the UK and the rest of the world next week! This is my second big editorial project and it's a Big Gay Space Heist ft. disaster lesbians, trans characters, and a tech billionaire getting put in his place. It's joyous and energetic and crammed full of Hawaiian pidgin as a love letter to the diaspora. @makana-yama is a phenomenal writer and this is their love letter to their communities, families both born and found, while also a statement on the victims of gentrification (and how those are disproportionally BIPOC communities). PLUS:

friends to enemies to cautious allies to lovers

trans cyborgs

Suck It Space Elon

You know that One Scene in Charlie's Angels where Cameron Diaz is in the white body suit and breaking into the safe and has to stretch out to hit two buttons at once? Yeah. That's the vibe.

Being able to work with Makana is a delight, and HAMMAJANG tapped into all the feelings I got watching LEVERAGE for the first time, so I went to watch it again while I was editing. Also OCEAN'S 8.

DEEP BLACK by Miles Cameron

So, barring Branderson, Miles Cameron may be one of our most prolific authors. He writes a minimum two books a year, one SFF and one historical fiction (as Christian Cameron) and he is... An absolute phenomenon. He IS the Chuck Norris meme. I'm obsessed with him. He's former US military intelligence turned naturalised Canadian Hippy, has written over fifty novels, can turn his hand to any genre and write it fantastically, is a practical archaeologist - running large scale re-enactments from a variety of periods ranging from Bronze Age right the way up to the Victorian era, using traditional techniques to allow academics to study how the practicalities of weapons, clothes, food etc. would have worked in practice. Two years ago he won a medieval combat tournament in Verona, a clear ten years older at least than the next oldest competitor, he teaches Historical European Martial Arts, but ties it into the history of martial arts globally. He can make his own clothes, ink, leatherwork. He's a ballet dancer. I once took him for a day out and he ended it in a different shirt and shoes from the ones he'd started in. I asked him for an author photo and he sent me this:

DEEP BLACK is the sequel to his critically acclaimed SF debut ARTIFACT SPACE, where he has taken his research and experience of global historical cultures and extrapolated to create an interplanetary future where the best of all are celebrated. And then Aliens Happen. And then, in reaction, Capitalism Happens (which is covered in the short story collection BEYOND THE FRINGE).

He's such a thoughtful and erudite speaker, if you're curious about his work, I'd recommend listening to his episodes on the Friends Talking Fantasy podcast, and also his appearance on The Publishing Rodeo.

If SF isn't your bag, he's also got:

Arthurian fantasy

Bronze Age fantasy

Medieval Mages fantasy

A CURSE OF CROWS - Lauren Dedroog

I actually inherited Lauren when a colleague of mine departed for fresh pastures, which gave me the great opportunity to work on this series which is so vastly different from my usual fare. It's epic, sweeping, romantic and lush, with such detailed description and complex political machinations, while also being brutal, dark and heavy (tw: for sexual assault, torture etc, etc.). If you like Sarah J Maas and Cassandra Clare, this should hit the sweet spot. Lauren is an ICU nurse when not writing, and this was somehow created when she was putting in a million hours in hospitals during COVID. The feat boggles my mind.

A CURSE OF CROWS is out now in the UK, Australia and Europe, and it won the People's Choice for Standaard Boek's Book of the Year award in 2023, in her home country of Belgium. It will be hitting shelves in North America next September! A DANCE OF SERPENTS is where I get to pick up the editorial mantle, and that has just landed in my inbox this week so I am excited to dig in.

Featuring:

Harold, they're lesbians

Murder baby is actually a cinnamon roll

Sensitive wings are sexy

For serious, though, I'm lucky enough to work with a lot of authors I'm genuinely obsessed and astounded by. And yes, I do get to work on Joe Abercrombie, Brandon Sanderson and Andrzej Sapkowski, but they're not MY authors - they're led by the incredible Gillian and Marcus who I'm not 100% certain sleep. There are so many people on the Gollancz list who I could recommend for DAYS (and will, if you so request), but this is my stable of superstars.

[bsturnzmtts]

Friends? - Matt Sturniolo

Re uploaded because my account bsturnzmtt got deactivated :( Please follow and let me know if you want to be in my tag list !

(A/n: on my last account I posted this in two parts here it’s all in one part)

Paring: bsf!Matt x bsf! Reader

Contains/warnings: p in v, use of vibrator, oral, fingering, teasing, pet names

Summary: Your best friend Matt finds your vibrator...

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Your best friend Matt is staying over at your place for a sleepover, this is very common in your friendship. Another thing that’s common is flirting and teasing, but you two decided that it was platonic although sometimes it doesn’t look like it…

Right now you two are laying in your bed already in pjs exchanging weird questions and thoughts.

“Matt ass or tits?” You ask him as you laugh.

Laughs mischievously, turning to face you “Oh, real mature...” he smirks “Well, if we're playing that game...” Looks at you up and down briefly teasing you before continuing “I'd have to sayyyy tits”

You nod as you hear his answer. “Hm yeah, I had a feeling” you say as you chuckle.

Giggles mischievously “Oh really?...” He leans in a bit closer, the room dimly lit “So you think about my preferences like that, huh?”

You roll your eyes “Ughh nope, never said that”

“Mhm...” He pokes your side playfully “Liar...” His grin widens, teeth glinting in the low light. “But for real, if we're asking personal questions...” He pauses, tilts his head slightly. “What's your biggest turn-on?”

You laugh at his question. “Yeah I’m not answering that” you sit up on the bed. “I’m going to the bathroom” you say before getting up and going to the bathroom.

Matt only smirks as you exit the room because it means he has time to snoop around your stuff.

As soon as you leave the room, Matt's curiosity gets the better of him. He quietly gets out of bed and starts searching your room. He opens your drawers, at the third drawer his eyes immediately land on a medium sized box. His eyes glint with curiosity and he decides to open it… As he opens it the box reveals a very intimate object, a vibrator.

Matt's eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he sees the vibrator. A mischievous grin spreads across his face. He picks it up, examining it with a playful smirk. Then he decides to tease you about it but not yet, so he puts it in his pocket for now.

You exit the bathroom and go back to your bed, sitting and resting your back in the headboard.

Matt jumps back into bed, acting nonchalant. He grins mischievously at you. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored without you."

“Yeah yeah, I know you can’t live without me” you answer.

He leans against the headboard next to you, mirroring your posture. "Well, not completely untrue..." He drags out the last word, then playfully nudges your shoulder with his. "So... Where were we before you so rudely left me?"

“Hmmmm” you pretend to think “I don’t remember”

He chuckles and shakes his head, reaching out to gently tug on your hair. "Liar," he says softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know exactly what we were talking about before you left." He pauses, his gaze lingering on yours. "The biggest turn-on question, remember?"

“Ohhh yeah now I remember, and I also remember telling you that I’m not answering that” you respond.

Matt laughs, leaning in closer. "Come on, it's just me." He playfully nudges your arm. "I promise I won't judge... Unless it's something really weird, like feet or something."

“Ewww noo, I don’t even know my answer”

He raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Oh really? You mean to tell me the great Y/n doesn't know what gets her all hot and bothered?" He smirks, his voice lowering teasingly. "I find that hard to believe."

“Why’d you wanna know so bad anyways?” You ask raising your eyebrows teasingly.

Matt's grin widens, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, you know... Just trying to learn more about my favorite person." He reaches out to boop your nose playfully. "Plus, it's fun to get under your skin a little." He winks.

“Well next question, cause I’m not answering that one”

He chuckles, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I get it. You're a closed book." He leans back, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm”

“Wait why don’t you answer your own question”

Matt's eyes light up with a playful challenge. "Oh ho! Trying to turn the tables on me, are you?" He grins, considering for a moment. "But that’s not how it works, I’ll only answer if you answer"

“Yeah, cause yours is probably some weird shit” You laugh and nudge him.

Matt laughs, feigning offense. "Hey, hey! I'll have you know my turn-ons are perfectly normal!" He smirks, his gaze flicking down to your lips briefly. "Mostly..." His eyes glint mischievously as he looks back up at you.

You turn your head to face him, your faces are now close. “uh huh… sure they are” you smirk.

Matt's smirk grows wider, his face inches from yours. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips grazing your skin. "Let's just say I have a thing for smart mouths and stubborn personalities," he murmurs, his breath whispering against your lips.

Your faces are now really close and the tension is definitely there. “Yeah?” You ask teasingly.

Matt's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense. He leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours. "Yeah," he breathes, his voice low and husky. Just as he's about to kiss you, he pauses, a playful glint in his eye.

Your eyes roam down to his lips before facing away.

Matt chuckles softly, noticing your gaze. "Tease," he murmurs, but there's no real annoyance in his tone. He then reaches into his pocket pulling out the vibrator, dangling it in front of you teasingly. He chuckles mischievously. “I must admit, I’m quite curious how you use this…”

Your eyes turn to look at him and they immediately widen in shock seeing the object in Matts hands.

Matt grins wickedly, clearly enjoying your shocked expression. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He dangles the vibrator playfully, his eyes never leaving yours. "I found this in your nightstand earlier. Quite the interesting discovery, wouldn't you say?"

“Ugh how did you find that? Put it back” you as you try to reach for it.

Matt holds it out of reach, laughing at your futile attempt. "Ah, ah, ah," he teases, holding the vibrator just out of your grasp. "You're going to have to do better than that." His gaze drops to your chest, appreciatively.

“Maaaatt come on” you try harder to reach it.

Matt takes a step back, easily keeping the toy out of reach. "Not until you answer my question," he says, grinning mischievously. "I mean, I'm curious. How do you like to use it? Slow and gentle, or hard and fast?"

“Ugh” you lean back giving up. “I-… I haven’t used it, it’s new”

Matt's grin widens, clearly pleased with himself for getting you to admit it. "New, huh?" He pockets the vibrator, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well, since it's new, I think it's only fair that I show you how to use it properly."

“Ha ha funny” you roll your eyes at his words “now give it back”

Matt ignores your demand, instead wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Oh, I am dead serious," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "In fact, I think we should try it out right now." His hand slowly slides down your side, his touch gentle.

“Matt-“ you try your say something be he doesn’t let you.

“Shhhhh” He leans in, pressing soft kisses along your neck and collarbone. His hands explore your body slowly, learning every curve.

His touch is gentle yet firm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His hands gradually move towards the bottom of your shirt slowly, playing with the hem of your shirt. His kisses trailing downwards. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire. "Tell me to stop if you want me to," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You could feel your body heating up in desire. “Don’t stop” you shyly respond with a whisper.

Matt smiles against your skin, his hands slipping under your shirt and caressing your bare stomach. He continues his explorations, his hands gliding up your sides and cupping your breasts through your bra. He looks up at you, seeking approval, his fingers tracing the lace edge of your bra. You give him a small nod of approval.

Matt takes that as permission, unhooking your bra with expert fingers. He slides the straps down your shoulders, his touch reverent as he bares you to him. He leans down, capturing one hard peak in his mouth. He sucks gently, his tongue swirling around the bud.

You bite and close your eyes as you feel his tongue flicking the sensitive bud. “Mmhh”.

Matt hums against your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation. He switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention. His hands continue to explore, caressing down your sides and slipping into the waistband of your silk pijama shorts. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire. Your eyes full of lust and desire meets his.

Matt's hands slide further into your shorts, his fingers brushing against your warm core. He looks at you, seeking permission, which you approve, his fingers gently parting your folds. He bites his lip as he feels how wet you are, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your clit. "So wet for me already,"

You let out small whimpers as you feel his fingers.

Matt grins wickedly, his fingers slipping inside of you. "Let's see how you take this shall we?" He pulls his hand out from your shorts and takes them off along with you panties leaving you exposed. Then he retrieves the vibrator from his pocket. He turns it on, the hum of the toy filling the room.

He runs the vibrator along your inner thighs, the cool surface sending shivers down your spine. He presses it against your clit, the vibrations making you jerk in surprise. "Oh fuck, look at you," he whispers, his eyes glued to the toy as it buzzes against your sensitive nub.

You whimper and moan as your body squirm. “Mmh fuck Matt”

Matt smirks at your reaction, pressing the vibrator harder against you. His other hand slides down, two fingers slipping inside your tight heat. "That's it baby, let me hear you," he growls, his fingers pumping in and out of you.

“Oh fuck” you moan loudly as you feel his fingers stretching you out.

Matt's fingers curl up, finding that sweet spot inside of you. He presses the vibrator harder against you, increasing the speed. His eyes flick up to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. "Look at you, taking it so well,"

“Mh Matt I’m so close” you whine and whimper pathetically.

Matt's grin widens, his fingers and the vibrator working in perfect harmony. "Come on baby, let it happen," he encourages, his voice low and husky. He adds a third finger, scissoring them inside of you as he increases the speed of the vibrator.

“Fuck Matt” you moan as you cum.

Matt holds you steady as your orgasm rips through you, the vibrator still buzzing against your clit. He keeps his fingers pumping inside of you, milking out every last drop of your climax. As you slowly come down, he turns off the vibrator and gently pulls his fingers out of your trembling pussy.

He leans up and captures your mouth in a searing kiss. "You're so responsive," he whispers against your lips, nuzzling your neck. "I'm not done with you yet." He starts unbuckling his belt, his eyes filled with determination. "I need to be inside you."

Matt finishes unbuckling his belt and unbuttons his pants, shoving them down along with his boxers. He steps out of them, standing naked before you. His hard length juts out, curving slightly upwards. He steps back between your spread thighs, wrapping his hands around your hips.

Your eyes widen at his length. “Fuck Matt… I don’t think it’s going to fit”

Matt chuckles, positioning himself at your entrance. "Oh, it'll fit. I'll make sure of that." He rubs the tip of his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness.

He slowly pushes into you, his hands gripping your hips. He looks into your eyes, his own filled with concentration. "You're so tight," he grinds out, inching deeper and deeper. He pauses halfway, letting you adjust to his size. "Okay?" he asks, his voice strained.

“Mmh mhm hurts a bit, but it’s okay” you reassure him.

Matt nods, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He starts to move, slowly at first. He pulls out almost all the way before sliding back in, stretching you deliciously. His hips set a steady rhythm, each thrust pushing him deeper.

Then quickly the pain turned into pure pleasure. “Mmh fuck Matt”.

Matt's pace quickens as he feels your body relax around him. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, allowing him to go even deeper. The new angle has him hitting your g-spot with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, his hips snapping against yours.

“Ohhh god Matt” you keep moaning and whimpering.

Matt leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tangling with yours. He swallows your moans as he continues his relentless pace. His free hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

Your back arches in pleasure “mmh I’m close”

Matt breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come on, baby," he urges, his fingers rubbing your clit furiously. "Cum all over my cock." He thrusts deep one last time, grinding against your g-spot as he hits your sweet spot.

“Fuuuuccckk” you moan loudly as you cum and your body shudders.

Matt lets out a low groan, feeling your walls spasm around him. He grinds against you, drawing out your release. He can feel his own release building, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With one final, deep thrust, Matt buries himself inside you and explodes, his hot seed filling your pussy. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he stays buried inside you. "Fuck,"

Matt nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked skin. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low and slightly hoarse. He slowly pulls out of you, his softened cock slipping free.

Your still breathless but you still give him a reassuring nod. “Mhm”

Matt rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers trailing down your cheek. "That was incredible," he says with a satisfied grin. He leans in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

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[vrystalius]

hello!!!! i hope you’ve been enjoying my boops 😔✋ also, i wanted to ask if you could do a akaza halloween post where you’re celebrating it with him 😚 thank youuu

Celebrating Halloween with Akaza

He felt like a doll, being dressed up and dragged along for the sake of your candy hunting. You’re lucky he loves you.

Pairing: Akaza x gn!reader

His whole face scrunched together in an attempt to not sneeze right at your face while you were padding setting power all over his face. After you finished, Akaza let out a couple of coughs and wanted to scratch his cheek, but you slapped his hand away. You just beautifully covered the blue stripes on your boyfriend’s face and added lots of cute blush, some stars and hearts, making him look all pretty. You even bought some pink mascara for his lashes, but the nasty look he gave you after presenting it to him was enough to not use it on him. Perhaps next year.

Akaza didn’t plan on joining you on your hunt for candy, instead keeping an eye on you from the safety of the rooftops, following you from up there and watching you have fun, but after begging and begging for hours, he finally gave into being dressed up. He refused to even touch any of the princess dresses you offered to him but tolerated wearing his signature pink haori and some pink baggy pants you gave him. After crowning him with a cheap, plastic tiara and changing into your own costume, you dragged your boyfriend by his arm to go out and get candy. Akaza was silently brooding the whole time, trailing behind you while also keeping a small distance. He was acting like he doesn’t want to be associated with you while also following behind you like a puppy.

He glared at every child and adult that stared at him for too long, balling his fists together and using you as a human shield to hide himself to be further stared at. You concluded that your trip to gather candy should be cut short, or else Akaza might get agitated or overstimulated by being around all these humans, his costume might adding to his embarrassment further.

You sat him down in your bathroom and wiped all the make-up away, him groaning loudly after finally being able to touch his own face normally again. He patted his cheeks lightly, feeling around for different textures. Glancing in the mirror, Akaza checked the mirror for the his stripes and checked if they’re all still there (where should they even go? You’re not sure how he got the idea of loosing his stripes by putting make-up on top of them).

“I don’t like Halloween. It’s stupid. Humans use the holiday as an excuse to send children out for candy.”

Halloween used to be celebrated to scare evil spirits away— now that you’re thinking about it, dressing him up and going outside to collect candy did manage to agitate Akaza to the point of wanting to leave and never return. He was not impressed by the amount of candy you managed to gather. His humiliation is not worth one sad pile of it. As some sort of compensation, your boyfriend rested his head on your thigh while you sat on your bed and sorted your treasures, relaxing against you and watching your hands hold sweets and inspecting them one by one.

Akaza stayed the whole night and held you in his arms, until you finally fell asleep after calming down from your sugar-rush. Although he dislikes Halloween and hates being dressed up even more, your boyfriend liked spending time with you, however you may want to spend it. Even if it is to practice your make-up skills on his face.

💠

I enjoyed your boops very much, I evil and super booped at you almost everytime you did I think! Also, I sadly won’t be able to write the request you send in a month ago (about Nicole from class 09) since I am not familiar with the character or the media, and after reading through her wiki, I found out that she is quite the complex character :,) I am so sorry! I hoped you enjoyed this though. This is the last Halloween post I’ll make, I promise! XD This just was too nice to pass up on!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough <3

Take care of yourselves!

[tinydefector]

tipping for Drinks

Swerve x Human Reader

Warnings: smut, oral Male receiving, public sex. Getting caught, Drink play?

Word count: 2k

Hehehe, another piece for the Energy drink AU and who is best for it, but the resident bar keep.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Swerve Masterlist

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Small human hands sneak out from under Swerve’s bar. Slapping his aft before quickly retreating. A laugh comes from on the shelfs when the shock washes across his face plate. Swerve gives a theatrical start, jumping back as if physically surprised by the mischievous slap. He glances behind himself, trying vainly to see over his own shoulder plating.

 "Why you little ankle-biter! I'll have you know this fine frame is meant for admiring, not manhandling." His vocalizer produces an exaggerated huff of indignation, but even as he speaks his optic ridges are rising high on his forehead in bemusement. 

Reaching into the shelves, he draws out the human's figure wriggling with mirth. "Aha! Caught you at last, you scamp." But there is no reprimand in his tone - only affection. "And just what brings you skulking about down here, eh? Up to no good as usual, I'd wager." 

One digit comes up to gently boop their nose. "Well, run along then. Some of us have an establishment to keep in working order." humming with warmth in his voice. This curious little organic has stolen a place in his metal heart.

They laugh while looking up at him. "Wanted to drop by and see my favourite bartender" they hum while pressing a kiss to his nose ridge.

Swerve smiles softly at them in a charming response. "Awww, and I'm always glad for your company, you swift little scoundrel." He turns his head just slightly, pressing the edge of his nasal ridge gently against their kiss in a show of gentle affection. He moves to press a kiss of his own to their nose. 

"But you know the rules - no fraternising with the clientele while I'm on the clock." His tone is light, teasing and radiating fondness. Bringing the human up closer, he gives them another quick kiss. "Off you go then, I'll find you after my shift. Maybe we can share some of that high-grade and vintage Moscato I've been saving just for you" 

With immense care, he sets them down on the bartop. "Now scat! Shoo! I've patrons to attend to." But his chuckling gives away his lack of real reprimand. They whine softly and pout at the bot. "But Swerve it's so boring, please can I stay I promise I'll stay out if sight"

Swerve gives a long-suffering sigh, his engines puttering gently in a mimicry of a human equivalent. "Oh no, don't give me that look. You know I can't say no to those big optics of yours." A quick scan reassures him that his patrons are occupied for the moment, and half of them don't really care that Swerve had his lover there, it was only Ultra Magnus who didn't want the Humans in the bar. Leaning in conspiratorially, he lowers his vocalizer. "Alright, you can stay. But!" He holds up an admonishing finger. "No more troublemaking, you hear? And stay out of sight. can't have the bigwig Magnus at my intake cause you snuck in here” 

His field sparks with amusement. "Now scurry along, find a nice cosy spot under the bar. I'll bring you a little something” With care, he lifts the human once more and deposits them safely out of sight. "You stay put now. I've got customers to tend to!" And with a last playful wink, he straightens and returns to his duties, but inside his spark continues to glow with the joy this unexpected companion has brought.

They hum contently sitting there watching swerve as the minibot continues serving customers. Swerve gets back to work, though one optic always seems to stray back to the little glimpse he can catch of his tiny companion settled snugly below. His movements take on a bit more vigour and flair as he mixes and serves, field pulsing with good cheer. They softly chat with each other when the bar is unoccupied. His jokes and banter flow freely for the patrons and his little lover, putting them at ease. 

Throughout it all he keeps a careful sensor filtered below, ensuring his little stowaway remains safe and content. A few choice treats find their way discreetly under the bar as rewards for good behaviour. His spark swells with affection as they thank me before sitting back. 

It's not until small hands are hooking into his hip plating, pulling him closer that he looks down to see them looking up at him with a smile. They press a finger to their lips in a 'shhh' motion. Swerve gives a start as small hands find unexpected purchase on his plating. Glancing down, intakes hitches at the adoring smile and conspiratorial motion from his hidden companion. 

His field flushes with warmth and surprise, but also fond tenderness. "Now now, none of that while I'm on the job," he whispers, but makes no move to dislodge their gentle grip. 

One hand comes to rest gently atop theirs. "Be patient, my little scamp. The shift’s over soon." His plating shifts subtlety underneath their touch. 

"Swerve please" they call out, hands gripping into the ridges of plating. Hand running down the interface plating. "I'll be good i promise, won't make a peak" they state.

Swerve lets out a soft groan at the insistent plea, their grip is deliciously distracting. His optics dart around furtively making nothing amiss in the bar, no one seemed to play much attention to what was going up on the other side of the bar. 

Against his better judgement, he allows small servos to grasp his plating, pulling him closer. "Oh alright, you win," he mutters, hardly daring to believe his own words. Carefully he manoeuvres to peer below once more, spark pulsing wildly at the adoring face so close to his own. One digit comes to caress their cheek so gently. "But you must be very, very quiet," he cautions in a hushed tone. "Can you do that for me, sweet thing?" Giving an eager nod to his lover, he shifts position. 

Plating stretches wide to accept eager human hands, interface panel peeling back just enough. His fans kick on at the first delicate stroke of their hands against the braided cables the soft optic fibres glow under their hands. The mixed feeling of the different metals, textures and light shapes is so enticing to them, throaty gasp swallowed down. Pleasure sings through his circuits even as charges build, looking to find release.

Swerves optics dart around furtively, putting on a smile and wave whenever a patron catches his gaze. But his true focus remains fixed below. Their secret tryst continues in hushed whispers and trembling plating, fear, adrenaline and excitement mingling into one.

Their hands are quick to wrap around him, Lips kissing up his length, run their hands up and down before their lips wrap around the tip, the metal is warm and rather pliable, a soft remnant of a taste lingers against their tongue. Eyes flicking up to watch Swerve slightly shocked at the sweetness and nostalgia taste. 

Swerve bites back a choked cry as hot, wet perfection engulfs his node. His plating puffs out, armour flaring at the sheer overwhelm of sensation of such a warm and wet mouth. Only vorns of experience poker faces keep his practised grin glued in place as he pours another round of high grade for Rodimus who chats away as he takes drinks over to his seat. 

Through it all his optics remain locked with those gazing forward. He cycles hard in an effort to reign in his vocalizer, mute whimpers and gasps behind tightly clenched dental plating are hidden behind the bustle of the bar. Pleasure spirals through circuits already worn thin by work and want. He could feel himself tipping over the edge. 

But he holds on, prolonging for as long as he physically could. Only when he feels the tingle his overload building up does he dare speak once more in a guttural murmur. "So good for me. My sweet, so perfect.". Swerve freezes in place, drink hovering halfway to a patron's outstretched hand. 

His plating flares and rattles as They take him deeper, one of their hands slowly moving down to press against his valve. Soft hum vibrates through their chest as they bob their head, Swerve's free servo slowly guiding when he wasn't serving drinks. Their talented fingers find hidden sensor clusters. A high keen tears from his vocalizer before he can throttle it, frame sagging against the bar for desperately needed support. His half-glazed optics plead for forgiveness from startled customers. 

"Apologies, folks...seems this engex went straight to my helm!" The chuckle is strained, concealing is lost cause. But his companion's touch shows no signs of stopping, intensifying instead into a delicate rhythm that winds him higher with each pass. His free servo grasps at the bar edge, his Field screams in desperation even as hips tilt into their gifted pleasure, 

 so close now, so very close… 

Their fingers continue thrusting in and out as they suck harder, taking more of him into their mouth trying to force him into overload Daring digits stroke sensor clusters in just the right rhythm to break him, peeling back layer after layer of static-laced pleasure until he cannot stand it any longer. They eagerly continued trying to make the mini bot release, chasing that sweet taste that lingers against the metal and fibre optic lines. Swerve trembles violently as coiling heat builds to an unbearable crescendo. His attempts to warn or plead dissolve into a continuous whine that grows louder by the moment. 

With a final frantic buck of his hips, overload tears through his systems in an explosion of euphoria. His field blazes with ecstasy as transfluid surges from his spike in thick pulses, being swallowed down greedily by his little lover. Bliss leaves him utterly limp, sagging heavily against the bar top. Coolant pours from his seams, vents heaving to shake off the last tremors wracking his frame. 

they pull away to look up at Swerve,their lips are back on his spike in an instant, lapping up the reminder of his transfluid. They hadn't expected it to taste so nice, but each lap had them eagerly moving to Swerve's valve, drinking in as much of him as they physically can. 

Only then does he dare online dimmed optics, peering down at his cherished partner in a haze of carnal bliss and deep affection. A shaking servo gently strokes their hair. 

Swerve moans softly as each stray drop of transfluid is diligently lapped away. Their enthusiasm sends aftershocks tingling through already sensitive nodes, dragging out the last line of ecstasy. 

"A-as wonderful as that feels, sweet thing, please I'm going to make a scene." Reluctantly he seals his panels once more. "What say you we close up early, hm? Find a more private locale for continuing our fun." He whispers, optics frantically looking around before he pulls them out of hiding. “Alright Bars closed! Skids can you close up for me!” he calls out over his shoulder, plating quickly making his way out of the bar. 

 "You taste really good" they state looking up at his optics again. It took a little but it finally clicked in their brain. He tasted like the V raspberry lemonade. They sit against his chassis as he quickly moves though the ship, they are stunned over the discovery. "Why does it taste like raspberry lemonade?" They ask quietly. Swerve cocks his head, regarding their confusion with gentle curiosity. "Does it now? Heh, strange. I never thought to analyse the taste. Not really something Cybertronians drink sweetspark" 

It's not until much later Swerve gets a message from Rodimus teasing him. 

-Quite the show you put on. 

Swerve sputters and cycles his optics in disbelief as Rodimus' message on his HUD. his servo rest lightly over his sleeping partner's body. 

- it's not what it looked like! 

His plating puffs out in a rattle of embarrassment and mild indignation, that of all bots who caught him it was the one more likely to gossip.

-Relax, mini-bot. Just giving you a hard time. Gotta respect that level of multitasking! You did, so… what was it like?

Swerve groans, visor dimming. As he pinches his nasal ridge 

“Primus I'm never gonna live this down..” he grumbles to himself.  

-Rodimus some things are private! 

[randomtwordbloog]

That fanfic I promised based on this post by @coy-lee btw THANK YOU for letting me get away with this. Means a lot!! This is my first time doing this, so please excuse the Y/N and errors. Anywho, let’s get on with it!

One thing missing

Their latest ‘experiment’ wasn’t…going well, to say the least. It’d already exploded in their faces 7 times, and that’s not including the test runs. The worst part is, they didn’t even know what they were doing wrong! “I just don’t get it! We did everything right!” Y/N was getting frustrated. “Hey, it’s alright! We tried our best, and that’s what counts here! Not if we were successful or not. That’s nothing special in my eyes(?).” Jack was getting upset with them giving up. It was frustrating just thinking about their smile off their face. But suddenly, he had an idea. “Hey, Y/N.” “Kinda busy fixing this robot right now.” “Oh, I know, I know. But could you take your mind off that for just a minute? I have something else we can do!” Really? And it’ll be easier on me?” “Yes! And it’ll be fun~!” “Don’t get cocky, Skellington.” They weren’t kidding when they said they were angry. They *were*. It was bad this time, though. He just *had* to cheer them up now! ‘I suppose it was inevitable. They were going to get upset over that.’ He thought to himself. However, this could be useful.’ (end of thoughts) “Alright. FINE. I’ll play your game.” Oh, wonderful! The plan was going swimmingly! “However.” Uh oh. “This’ll be a *short* game. I have to get back to work on this robot body, and I have to have it done by the end of the week for work.” Oh. That didn’t sound so bad. “Alright, you have yourself a deal.” And with that, they were pinned on the bed in his room. They knew what this meant. “I realized something. Our latest experiment needed something, but so long as you hold still, it should be easy to get out of you.” Oh no. OH NO. “Ready?” And with that, the gun was fired. His fingers were fast on their underarms, and that wasn’t good. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” They were sensitive there, and it was like ticklish HELL. It only got worse from there, when he moved over to their ribs. “How many of these do you have again? One, two..” He’d started teasing now. They were a goner. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP T-TEAHAHAHAHASING!” “Ugh! Stop squirming around! You made me lose count! One, two, three~..” He kept at it there for a minute, almost as an achievement. “STAHAHAHAHAP! TOHOHOHOHOHOHOO MUCH!” They were getting desperate. “Stop? Oh, but Y/N~, I just started! Besides, I haven’t finished counting these ribs of yours yet! 7, 8, 9- Hey! No moving!” “SOHOHOHAHAHARRY! I’M HAPPY NOW! OK?!” They knew why he was doing it. He would normally pin them on the bed like this and tickle them whenever they were upset, or when he was just bored! It was INFURIATING how often he’d do that! “Well, I think you’ve been successfully put in a better mood!” “*HEAVY BREATHING INTENSIFIES*” Oh, dear. Perhaps he’d been too hard on them. “It’s alright, take as long as you need to breathe after that. I sure wouldn’t last a SECOND of that!” He said, booping their nose. He got up, and they sat up in turn. “Now, about that robot.”

This was SO FUN to write, even tho I did it at 2:30 am. Again, I wanna thank @coy-lee for making the sketch dump, and allowing me to write this. I may even write another one with Jack being on the receiving end of the tickles, but that depends on how this is received. Also. Y/N made Spamton Neo’s body in this universe. Just explaining that. Enough talk. Bye now, my friends!

[sillybayo]

Promise Me?

(Originally posted on AO3 on 5/10/22. You can also read this on fanfiction.net)

A post canon marcanne fic with hurt/comfort, communication, and slight canon complaint. Contains The Beginning of The End and Kid Icarus Uprising spoilers. While watching Marcy play one of her favorite video games, it reoccurs to Anne just how badly she treated her in the past. Maybe they should talk it out a bit?

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The sun was starting to set, and we were just now settling down from a long day of walking and playing around town. On the floor at the bottom of my bed, Marcy had a blanket tied around her neck in the form of a cape, playing on her 3DS. Sitting beside her, I was not watching the screen, but her look. How her expression changes from focused, to surprised, to confusion, to overwhelming joy. I would know what she was reacting to if I didn't tune out the noise from time to time. But, I soon noticed that a part of the game had ended, for the orchestral music was put to a stop, and Marcy's eyes were wide.

"Ohhh Anne, you'll never believe what happened!" She beamed while shaking my shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Pit can't fly anymore! He asked for the power of flight from Viridi, which he used up earlier from a battle, BUT Dark Pit was in danger and he needed to save him! And now that he overused his power he can't fly anymore and it looks like he's deaddd!" She leaned her head back on the edge of the bed and whined. But something must've caught her attention, as she peeped her left eye open and looked at me.

"Hm? What is it?"

She giggled and sat up straight. "You're looking at me like that again!"

Once again, Marcy was ahead of me for I hadn't noticed the smile and warmth across my own face until now. It's painfully obvious to her how much I like her, and I wouldn't be surprised if she knew all along. Not like I'm ashamed of it, anyways. I just wish I could've told her on my own.

"Sorry sorry, I couldn't help myself." I shyly replied. "You're just cute.."

"D'aww, stop it, Anna-Banana!" She teasingly flicked my forehead, my supposed punishment for staring. But she soon snuggled against me, adjusting the stylus in her hand and continuing her game.

Because of Marcy's quick summary of the last chapter, I found myself curious about what would happen next. So I shifted down to her height and watched her play. The game had an angel on the top screen, and characters talking on the bottom. The way she was controlling the game was different compared to others, and it seemed a little hard. But she seemed to do it with ease as if she prepared her whole life for this moment. I eventually found myself interested in the story itself….even though I barely have any clue of what's going on.

And before I knew it, the chapter was put to an end, and Marcy's eyes were sparkling. "He's alive!" She wrapped her arms around me and rejoiced. "He's aliveeee!"

"Shhh, my parents are probably asleep by now!"

"Oops—sorry, you're right!" She whispered. "I'm just so attached! The writer definitely knew what they were doing, because this is just so spectacular! The way the gameplay is implemented, the characters, the voice acting!" She squealed. "You have to play it for yourself!"

"Maybe I will.." I presupposed.

She let go of me and started to start the next chapter, and I began to watch..but I ended up zoning out again, and an old memory returned to my mind. When we had a sleepover, a bit similar to this one, and how Marcy showed us one of her favorite movies. And how we barely paid attention to a word she said. She had the same excited and passionate look on her face, but we didn't bat an eye. And we fell asleep, we always did.

"..You're spacing out again." Marcy waved in front of my face with a weak smile.

"Ah—sorry, just remembering something."

"Did I leave the oven on while making the cookies!?" She jolted up. I guess she was the one who forgot about things this time.

"Nono, I'm pretty sure you didn't, silly!" I booped her nose for a quick tease, followed by her laugh. "It's something else.."

Marcy slouched back down, closing her 3DS and looking back up to me, pouting. "You're frowning.."

"Oh, am I?" I paid attention to my face, and she's right, the smile wasn't there anymore. "Dang, you got me again! Don't worry about it though, I'm probably just tired. It's late anyways!" I stressed.

"You sure? We promised to talk about things that's bothering us from now on, remember?"

Damn! We did promise that. Once we came back from Amphibia and settled down, all three of us talked and thought of ways to make things better. And that was one of them. But wouldn't it upset her if I brought it up again? I wouldn't want that..I don't want to see her smile go away anymore. But the only way to make sure of that is to talk, isn't it?"

Taking a sharp breath, I sat up straight. "It's just..I can't believe this is what I've been missing out on all these years."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"You know..all those times you were rambling and being all happy..I didn't hear any of it. Even when I tried, I ended up falling asleep or getting distracted."

"Oh." She blinked and clicked her tongue. "..Well, I know you wouldn't do that anymore! And that's all that matters!"

"But I still hurt you, didn't I?" I mumbled. She leaned in a bit closer to listen to me. "You deserved to be heard back then as much as you do now. I know everything's alright now but..I'm still very sorry, Marcy."

I didn't dare look back up at her, but I could feel her staring at me. She's not going to accept my apology, isn't she? I don't blame her..I wouldn't accept it if I were her either. But, I felt a hand on mine, and I averted my gaze back at her to be greeted with her dilated pupils and sweet smile.

"..It did hurt, it hurt me so much. Looking behind me just to see you two asleep made me very upset."

I blinked back a few tears and sniffled. I hurt her that much?!

"But! It isn't your fault. It never was. It wasn't Sasha's, and..honestly, it isn't mine either. It was just a mistake both of you made, and a common one at that. Plus, it's not like I should force you to listen."

"But we did it over and over again! And we kept leaving you out, and using you, and you didn't deserve any of it! We should've known how painful it was for you from the start!" I cried out. "I hate how I acted back then..I just want to go back in time and give you all the love you needed.."

Marcy tightened her grip and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb, and I didn't understand any of it. Why should she be comforting me? She made her usual face when she's thinking long and hard about something, lightly scrunching up her nose, looking around the room, tapping her finger, and making little noises like "Bapapapapaaa..". She must not be used to talking about such things yet, which is understandable.

Finally, she made a pop with her mouth. "Well, you acknowledge that it hurts now, don't you?"

I nodded.

"And you promise to never leave me out again?"

I nodded again.

"You really promise?" She frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. "This is serious, you know. I don't want to go through that ever again. I'm glad you want to change and that you care about me, and although it isn't your fault, this is still something that should be worked on."

I flipped my hand so it would fit perfectly into hers, blinked back my tears once more and smiled at her. "I promise. Thank you, Mar-Mar."

"Nono, thank you." She consoled me. "If you never brought this up, we would've never fixed it."

I hummed in agreement and squeezed her soft hand. With her other, she gently wiped away my fresh tears that were starting to form, rubbing her thumb against my warm cheek in a soothing motion. After a while of drying away my damp face, it seemed she was lost in thought again.. Sure, she was looking at me, but I couldn't tell a single thought behind her dark brown eyes and she stayed silent and mostly still…maybe she's thinking about how pretty my eyes are and how she could stare into them for hours? Wait no Anne stop—don't think about that! This is serious!

"Mmm.." Marcy finally spoke. "Can you promise me one more thing tonight? Just to make it fair."

"Shoot."

"If you think you're about to go to sleep, can you at least let me know first?" She requested. "That way it won't hurt as much?"

"Oh, yeah sure! I don't mind that at all."

"Cool!" She beamed, and I couldn't help but smile at her relie— "WAIT nono one more thing," Well that was short lived. "Do I have to tell you when I'm about to ramble? I feel like I have to..if I had before then everything would've been alright.."

"No, you don't need to do that at all, I love hearing from you!"

Her face noticeably changed from a medium brown tone to a dark red and her eyes widened. "Well, if you say so.." Clasping her hands together, she looked away from me..maybe I should've kept that one to myself.

"...You can go back to playing your game now if you want." I advised, helping her hide her embarrassment..and hopefully mine.

"Y-yeah! I will! Thanks for the talk Anne!" And she swiftly scooped up her game, opened it up, and went back to playing as if barely anything happened. Scooting right back next to her though, I noticed the redness returning to her face, and she focused in front of her, as if she was trying not to look at something else.

"A-affectionate tonight, aren't we?"

"Hm? Do you want me to get off for now?"

"Nono! Don't get off! I'm just..not used to this.." She explained. "I-I mean I am! But tonight..it feels a lot different. It feels..more focused. Like, it's not something I could just think of once and turn away from anymore.."

And then my cheeks were a dark red. "Mm, I gotcha." I said, laying my head on her shoulder. "Just tell me if you want me to stop and slow down, alright?"

"I will." She said surely. "I'm glad we got to talk like this..it feels nice."

"I'm glad too, Marcy."

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 22 - Part 2

Lest you've lost your way, click here to progress (regress?) back to Part 1.

...Okay, now I'm officially worried.

Meanwhile, back in the Real World™��� (shout-out to my buddy @kantochampred!):

Alright, I'm about to go off on a small side tangent here but I promise it's worth it-

(Sorry to post your sins on main, Red 😔)

(Why Do I Climb the Mountain? is a reference btw)

LMAO OKAY thank you for bearing with me, now back to the main show:

Good job, neither of those two things is correct!

...Okay, Cherrim has replaced Drifblim, yes, but. Imagine this tiny seed holding Teresa and Andrea by their little stubby hands while riding the wind down the mountain.

I had to look up a walkthrough to identify that little Riolu to the right. Normally, that's an Exeggcute! (And the backup for Team Frontier, apparently).

The Third Station Pass was dubbed Great Turn, while the clearing was called:

Admittedly, I had no idea what an "oubliette" was, so I did a quick search and...

Wait a minute, are you freaking kidding me-

WE ARE STARRING IN A WAR DRAMA AAAAAAAAAAAA-

(Apologies for the small text at the start, let me know if I need to add an image description!)

...No >:l

The only reason I left this in is because this happened:

Oh my God yes PLEASE-

So fun fact, I actually did a dry run of the first few dungeons before doing it for real and taking photos. And the first time around, this gift was an Escape Orb? Which isn't bad, but I would 100% take the Reviver Seed over that any day.

The 4th Station Pass was named Sad Peninsula. (Florida? Dat you?) And the 4th Station Clearing? See below.

But then!

(Handsome Desolation? Is this where the handsome men in uniform... perish?! 😓)

I feel like a large, prehistoric rock dino should be enough to scare most things, but I guess taking the even larger rock snake as backup can't hurt.

So we go through the 5th Station Pass, Sandy Way... (Only one letter different from Sandy Bay.)

I. Don't remember why I took a picture of this. The downfalls of not immediately composing posts after the playthrough...

But yeah, those giant two-room dungeons with guaranteed MH's and a huge mass of enemies in the other room aside is definitely a theme and I hate it.

Andrea consumed enough Gummis to obtain this IQ skill, which is awesome since Max Elixirs are so hard to come by.

Look at this!! I'm pretty sure Blizzard only had 7 PP before! Yee haw!

I wonder which Pokémon are the ones bothering Sneasel Pichu?

OH NOOO!! I'm imagining this grisly scene where all these Combusken are just pecking Pichu to death.

Team Frontier happens to beat us to the punch:

I love that Onix is so big that she blocks Nidoran F.

Like all territorial encroachments in Mystery Dungeon, everyone just jumps right into the fray without listening to anyone 🙄

Honestly, all of Team Frontier was pretty based. Jolteon had an ability that allowed him to attack twice in a row (I think because the weather was different?) and he consistently used X-Scissor. Nidoran F had Sesimic Toss (55 damage) and Ice Beam. Deoxys had Attack Order, Seed Flare, Rock Wrecker(!), and Swift, the last hitting for 120 damage on a critical. Combined with Teresa's Chatter (when we finally got there, because you start off a ways from everyone), they didn't stay up for much longer.

Also Jolteon shielded me when Teresa got low on HP 🥺️

"SIT DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, I SWEAR TO ARCEUS!"

"We owe you..." -> Yet another line from this game that never made any sense to me. (Unless it was sarcasm ig?)

💀You what

Hey, speaking of... I know Onix is huge and all, but have y'all seen Pichu since the fight started...?

(Beep boop, click here to advance to Part 3)

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

hi, could you do something where Clawd is in college and draculaura sees one of his college friend doesn't matter the gender but after draculaura just stars biteing him

Heyyy sorry for the late post again but I promise that I’ll try to get back to normal posting

Anyway if a character with the name of Luna does exist in mh I apologize to her but I just needed a ‘wolf’ sounding name soo yeah

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Draculaura didn’t think she was the jealous type. She really didn’t mind if her boyfriend had female friends but something about this new friend he made rubbed her the wrong way.

Clawd had introduced Draculaura to his friends last week and among them was this ghoul who seemed way to into everything Clawd did.

Didn’t it seem weird that she laughing at his jokes more than his own girlfriend? Maybe not because when Draculaura talked to him about it, Clawd just said that she was like that with everyone.

Nonetheless she pushed the thoughts out her head as she heard the honk of Clawds car outside her home.

After noticing she was upset he offered to take her out for a date to the boovies. A new film with Elissabat had just been released and Draculaura was more than excited to watch her friends new film.

She smoothed her dress out one final time before grabbing her bag and running of down to the entrance.

As she opened the door she found Clawd standing tall with a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. The boyish grin on his face had her smiling back as she leapt on him.

“Oh honey bear I’ve missed you!” Clawd spun her around in the air before bringing her back down.

“I know! An entire day away from you is torture!”

“Oh my poor honey bear.”

Draculaura booped him on the nose as she took the flowers from his and placed them on a table near by.

She looped her arm through his as she led to the car, droning on about some casket ball game he had next week where he was going to introduce his new friends to his monster high friends.

Draculaura nodded along but a small itch of jealousy crawled up her throat as she listened to his rambling.

At the very least she was glad that the sound of the wind rushing by muffled his voice as her name came up.

“And then we all started a-.” She cut him of as she nipped at his bicep. Clawd paused and looked down at his girlfriend but she just smiled at him.

“Everything ok? Why’d you do that?”

“Yup everything is fine. Oh look we’re here!”

Draculaura bounced out the car before Clawd could question her further, mortification creeping up as she realized what she’d done.

Yet she found that she didn’t hate it, something about biting him ignited a flame within her. Maybe she could bite him a bit more if-.

Draculaura stopped in her tracks, pulling Clawd to a halt before they entered the line to check tickets. Was she going crazy or was that her?

She really wished it wasn’t and hoped even more that Clawd remained oblivious but no for once in his life Clawd just had to be paying attention to his surroundings and notice.

“Oh hey Luna! What are you doing here?” Luna approached with a wolffish smile as she looked between the couple.

Either ignoring or missing the glare Draculaura gave her. “Clawd! Oh I’m just here for that new Veronica Von Vamp boovie. How about you two?”

Draculaura ground her fangs in her mouth as she stared at Luna. Just her luck of curse she was here for that boovie.

“Same! Me and Draculaura were just about to go in actually.”

“What seats do you have? I’m 13f.”

“That’s great we’re 13e and 13d.”

Draculaura felt a roar of jealous anger rise up and she feared her face was turning red from that anger. Someone was clearly out to get her because this was just unbelievable.

“Isn’t great that we’re all sitting together?” She pulled out her thoughts as Clawd pulled them in the boovie room.

“Tots! Why wouldn’t I want an other ghoul on my date.” Even tho she whispered the last part to Clawd she really hoped that Luna heard.

But at last here they were sitting together with Clawd in the middle as the boovie began to play.

—

Draculaura was at wits end.

The entire boovie Luna had a question to ask or she needed to comment on every little thing and worst of all she had to hold Clawds arm the entire time.

So as the credits rolled in, she was the first to jump up and pull Clawd with her. Luna tried to hold them back but she was not having it.

Draculaura didn’t stop dragging Clawd until the reached the car. At which point so turned to him with a seething look.

“What’s up with you? Why did you suddenly drag us away?”

“So you wanted to spend more time with her?”

“What are you… no no it was just unexpected-.” As Clawd continued to ramble on she couldn’t help but focus on one thing.

How bitable he looked. She didn’t know why but the urge to clamp down on his throat was screaming at her, so much so that she didn’t even realize she’d moved towards him.

Before they knew it, she had bitten his arm and collarbone. Clawd was paralyzed with shock but Draculaura continued as if nothing was wrong.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him down as she grazed her fangs along his neck. Clawd was still frozen but that didn’t stop her from sinking her teeth down.

She retracted her teeth only after tasting blood, which effectively pulled her momentarily out of whatever jealous rage she was in.

But it soon returned as she spotted Luna walking out the theater. Just the sight of that ghoul had Draculaura sinking her teeth in a different spot in his neck.

She didn’t stop biting him until Clawd seemed to return to reality, in which he quickly pulled her away from him with a confused look on his face.

“What…?” Draculaura blinked at the sound of his voice, her eyes moving to all the places she bit. “I don’t know.”

They both stood staring at one another for what felt like forever. Question after question swirling in their mind.

Clawd only hoped that he could cover the bit marks up and maybe get Draculaura to do it again because surprisingly he found that he rather… liked it.

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Still getting over the break up because you know can’t really forget a 9 month relationship that quick but yeah

Anyway please don’t feel discouraged from sending me requests about Dexven just because I had to write them a lot doesn’t mean I don’t like them they are still one of my faves

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

[whatisreggieshortfor]

2023 Fic Year in Review

(Just LITG because I at least somewhat value my mental health.)

Thanks for the tag @rebelrayne and @queen-of-boops, I don’t wanna jump off a roof at all 😭

In 2023, I...

Finished/wrote the following chaptered WIPs:

Bugger Off- Youcef/MC, Angie/OC, Band AU

Call 999- Elliot/MC, Firefighter/Dispatch AU

Hit Start Player Two- Elliot/MC, streamers AU

You Don’t Thrive- Nicky/MC, Apocalypse AU

Unfamiliar- Gary/MC, post Villa, aged up, Choose Your Own Adventure

Wrote/completed the following oneshots:

So Much More- Hamish/MC, no Villa AU

Came For You- Elliot/MC

Passions- Lewis/MC, no Villa AU

Double Booked- Marshall/MC, angst, no Villa AU

Study Buddies- Andy/MC, no Villa AU

Speak Now- Ryan/MC, no Villa AU

Tell Me The Truth- Elliot/MC

Getting His Hopes Up- Will/m!MC, after Villa

Curtain Call- Ozzy/MC, Chloe/MC, no Villa AU

Last Night- Rahim/MC

A Promise- Youcef/MC, after Villa

Are You a Man Whore?- Tim/MC, no Villa AU

One- Bella/MC

Nomad- Camilo/MC, no Villa AU

Notebooks- Harry/MC, University AU

Know Your Pros- Jamal/MC, no Villa AU

Caring Quietly- Gary/MC, post University AU

Cheating- Lucy/OC, angst

Your Choice- Jake/Rohan, Villa Fix

The Difference in What You’re Used To- Youcef/MC, past Kobi/MC, no Villa AU

Platonic Importance- Elladine & MC, no Villa AU

Twenty Five- Kobi/MC, no Villa AU

Little Things- Bill/MC

Color Coded- Francis/MC, no Villa AU

standing under the mistletoe- Bryson/MC, no Villa AU

Proper Odd- Elijah/m!MC, Photographer/Model AU

Dial F for Firefighter- Arjun/MC, Firefighter AU

Found Her- Ciaran/MC, Royalty AU

Interview- Genevieve & MC, no Villa AU

Book Covers- Rafi/MC, no Villa AU

Voicemail- Seb/MC, no Villa AU, angsty

from afar- Joyo/MC, no Villa AU, Curse AU

Gingerbread Man- Elliot/MC, Crime AU

Wrong Time, Right Person- Najuma/MC, no Villa AU, exes to lovers

Voyage Stand In- Graham/MC, Crew Mate AU

My Gypsy- Yasmin/MC, Singer AU

Thoughts Go Bi Bi Bi- Lily/MC, no Villa AU, FTL

Professor of Love- Jake/MC, Professor AU

Pride Plans- Talia/MC, no Villa AU

Rivalries Don’t Make Friends- AJ/MC, Hockey AU

My Brothers Keeper- Rohan/MC, no Villa AU

Over Her- Levi/MC, no Villa AU

She Was Everything- Chelsea/m!MC, no Villa AU, fake dating

Cinderella Snapped- Hamish/MC, no Villa AU, Arranged Marriage

UnConfidence Yourself- Youcef/MC

Goodbye Dylan- Angie & Seb & MC, no Villa AU, Abuse

I’d Lie- Seb/MC, no Villa AU, FTL

February Fifteenth- James/MC, no Villa AU

Perfect Birthday Celebration- Tim/MC, no Villa AU

Mothers Day- Jake/MC, post Villa

Dating Game- Tom/MC, Seb/MC, two episodes no Villa AU

Reached the following milestones:

Listen- let’s all just be glad I haven’t cracked under the pressure of these since I have another load in other fandoms.

Before anyone asks- these are all from 2023.

I’ll tag @perfectlysunny02 and @justtuesdays and leave an open forum here.

Clearly I’m a psychopath and don’t understand when to stop.

[dirt7core]

INTRO! Boop

Hahaba Didnt make an intro up to now- So let's get start

Born in the dessert, loved to eat rain, I like dirt and its in the core of my brain that I have been medically Diagnosed With ADHD- Combined. But don't be scared of me drinking your blood like a butterfly, lol.

I LIKE A LOT OF THINGS! That I can't always remember

As my revolving Hyoerfixations are JSAB POKEMON SPLATOON MINECRAFT SHADOW-HOUSE ROBLOXS GAMES LIKES GUESTYMASCOTHORRPUZZLEGAMES And Whatever thing I enjoyed thatll last for a few months

♡ Niche survival genetics game 🎮 the fox game ♡

Anime/manga Shadow House, magical girl, DIY, the one in jail, Promised neverland, a man and his cat, sakamato days, pokemon, witch hat atelier.

.................

I repost some of my blogd and art, although I do repost on my own art blog, heh- This does branch out to my other blogs that may be more specific, its quite mized.

My sweetheart graveyard writing blog is probably the cutest and one I'm going to manage more[only private reblogs]...♡

=My Other Blogs=

^^Request/Asks/Submissions | Up is my art and other reblogged posts

[themonolithicmystique]

@sizeable-spider-gwen

“You know what she isn’t a part of my rouges gallery. I ain’t dealing with this.” Spider-Woman mumbled as a giantess Mystique stomped throughout the streets of New York. For the first time the arachnid hero felt like her namesake in the presence of this massive woman.

The omniscient narrator who occasionally deigns to actually narrate the non-dialogue portions of roleplay for the blog rather than simply speaking in parentheticals while pointedly not actually writing their characters COULD open with a snarky self-deprecating remark about how typical it is for Mystique to be found stomping around a city at skyscraper size when her true canon scale is somewhere on the range of "could lose stars in her pores," what with their blogs' tendency towards star characters of godly ability being immensely underpowered whenever they enter an actual scenario.

But then they remember they did sorta say the blog was resetting down to Mytique at a more reasonable size, only to immediately abandon that the second a galactic-scale idea sounded fun, and they can't rightly recall when they even DID that anyways because so much time passes between posts. You set yourself rules for canon and consistency, promising yourself it'll all work out, and then boop - it's two years later and everything's gone all chaotic again and you're still thinking it was last week.

So. Whadda hell, let's roll with it.

Mystique gave a derisive sniff as she paused and turned her head towards Gwen's location aside a brownstone twenty blocks down. "I heard that, you know," she boomed, swinging a hip into a neighboring office building for emphasis. "If you're under the impression I play by the niceties who who ought fight whom you homo sapiens observe..." The streets shuddered as she began a menacing stride forward.

"Then you more than deserve the swatting coming your way."

[prussianmemes]

Orchid, mahonia, edelweiss :)

1) orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

oooh, that's sort of a tricky question. I've got a lot of favorites, my liked playlist is always a hodgepodge of ambient music, czech boomer rock, and soviet-era pop and synth music, with a whole bunch of oddities from different time periods and nations sprinkled in.

I have so many favorites, but so many I can't say I'm always in the mood for them. So if I had to pick a song that always gets me, no matter the time place and situation?

I've posted this before - but I adore the lyrics of this song and the meanings behind them. The little piano melody, the beep boop, and the way her words roll off one another with the tempo - aaaag it's great.

2) mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

that's hard to say, and I don't think anyone could name one thing in particular. what inspires you? what drives you?

when i look at my fascinations for various historical settings, i think there's a common trend of a society emerging from incredible hardships, but continuing to thrive and move forward with great purpose and enthusiasm. were there any periods in our national history so dynamic, where anything could happen, but in which society moved forward with great purpose as during the birth of the first republic or the peak of the čssr in the closing years of the 60s?

what of my other interests? of medicine, in a world burdened by untold amounts of suffering, to be given the opportunity to try and ward off the burdens of those already struggling to keep their head above the water, to give relief? and what of your own desires? of the complicated dance of love and human connection? the struggle to live your life with enough purpose, where you can feel at the end that or was all worth it?

i don't really know how to answer this question, it's maybe too broad for me. but i'd like to think i'm doing my best to work towards the promises i've made to myself, so i can live having known that what connections i made and impact i had on others were positive.

3) edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

I originally made this blog back in 2015, when I had just barely turned fifteen. I was a bit deep into my prussophilia phase, and if you peek at the archives, you can see that it was originally a blog where I posted these prussian shitposts; whatever was in the style at the time. By 2017 I had basically all but stopped posting about the German monarchy, as to be honest it was a bit deranged. Now that's not to say I've lost my germanophilia - despite what it sometimes looks like I've still got that part of my subconsciousness.

the process of de-LARPification from 2015-2017, as called for by nikolai podgorony at the XXVII congress of spedebol

today? It's completely devoid of any meaning for my blog. I keep it because it's the url everybody recognizes me by, and like the louis wain cat pfp and my online handle sp00n.exe, if you use it for long enough soon enough you find that it's the only thing you can use.

any changes have not been popular, to say the least, I wonder what random people following me in the last few years have thought?

thanks for the ask! this was a fun way to kill an hour.