#this is okay to rb by the way--i'm not shy about this

[johaerys-writes]

Kind of a random ask but okay. I noticed you have a lot of mutuals and my question is do you have any tips on how to socialize in the fandom here? Like I have people that I would love to interact with, but Idk how. Idk if this has happened to you

Hi anon!! I totally get where you're coming from. I never really thought too much about it and I don't know if I have a specific method, but here's what I would do, if I were you:

Don't be afraid to talk and reach out to people. It doesn't have to be sliding in their DMs, which I understand can be awkward if you don't know the person, but routinely commenting on their posts, their fanfic, their art, or reblogging their posts with nice and enthusiastic comments is a great way to make friends! I don't always have the time or the spoons to do that unfortunately, but I try to do it as much as I can. I really appreciate all the creators in fandom and I try to show that.

If you're a creator (but even if you aren't) don't be shy about posting your work and maybe tagging people in WIP memes or tag games or something like that. Not everyone responds, but I feel like tagging ppl sometimes opens the door for more communication, and if they tag you back you can just keep the conversation going.

When you see people reblog a prompt list or ask game, send them asks!!! Please, just send them an ask!!! This is actually a pet peeve of mine tbh, people reblogging an ask list or ask game from someone who obviously wants to get asks lol (why else would they rb it) without sending an ask first. I feel like it's basic fandom etiquette, but it's also a really nice gesture even if you don't know the person that well. Showing that you actively care about what someone has to say is the first step into getting to know them, I think, and it's also just very nice to be included.

Getting into a fandom discord or group chat isn't always easy or intuitive, but if you do find yourself in one, don't be afraid to talk!! I may or may not be suffering from "can't shut the hell up disease" LOL but I'll take any opportunity to talk about my faves that I can get 😅 It may feel like you don't have much to say at first, but sometimes just reacting to what others say and being generally nice and positive can be a good first step.

It can be tempting to lurk around and only look at what others say or post, or to read fics without leaving a comment, or to like art but not reblog it, but it does nothing for helping you meet people. Imo this is actually really pervasive and not good for fandom overall. To each their own, of course, I'm not going to tell anyone how they should engage in fandom, but my best and most lasting friendships were made because we started reading each other's fics for example, or complimenting each other's art, or they reached out to me because this or that meme made them think of me, or we tag each other in games and stuff, or we took part in fandom exchanges, etc etc. It might be hard at first if this isn't something that comes naturally to you, but I do think it's worth it if you want to be part of a community. And, like any community, fandom requires give-and-take to thrive.

TLDR: sometimes seeing ppl in an established fandom interact with each other and having friends can be nerve-wracking and you don't know where to start, but honestly fandom is all about engagement. Basically, talk to people! Compliment their art or their fic! Tag them in games! Send them asks! Be kind! That’s it 😊

[kanene-yaaay]

The Time

Heya heyaaa

Oof, thing feel really serious when I put a title javagcwwuvwdodj but! It's a proper moment to use a title here, I think. After all, I came to say goodbye.

Yeah, who would think ahfwtwcev

I have been thinking and pondering about this for some months now, since June when That Stuff happened and I had to jump away from here and uhhh it feels corny to say that but a lot of things changed to me and I changed a lot together with everything too.

So, I think it's my time to let this blog go. Not because I feel bad about it now or anything but... I am no longer that attached to tickling to maintain it. It's still cute, playful and comforting, but it is now a part of a lot of other things that are just as cute, playful and comforting to me.

This blog had a good run and I'm incredibly grateful because of it. Six entire years, if I am not mistaken, and I won't delete it anytime soon so the numbers will keep going! For as long as it wants or it is allowed to. All my fics, my headcanons, my rambles and reblogs will stay here because I don't want nor have the heart to delete it. There are such amazing, wonderful and well created arts and stories in this community that deserve all the attention and all the screams.

And! Talking about that! The people! I would like to say the biggest and most heartful thank you that you could ever imagine. Full of big hugs and smiles. I've met awesome people here that I will forever hold dear in my heart. Thank you for the company and the fun and for being so lovely and inspiring to me, all of you. It doesn't matter if we talked for years or minutes, thank you very much. It was so cool! @oliviaischillin1204, @august-anon, @flames-tstuff, @soft--valentine, @honeydew-sillies, @carrie-tate, @trashyswitch, @rosileeduckie, @squeaky-n-blushy, @why-not-a-tickle-blog, @thetickleeraven, @a-fluffer-nutter, @fluffyskies, @just-open-the-fridge-yo, @fluffystuffies, @ijustliketickling, @veryblushyswitch also everyone that is no longer in the community. If you see this, I remember you! Big hug!

And thank you so much for all of you that supported my blog and my work in any and every way. Commenting, reblogging, liking, sending askys about it... It really meant (and means!) a whole lot to me and Def is one of the reasons that kept me creating for so so long and so so much. It was the reason I stopped feeling so self conscious about my English and helped me to try new things and scenarios. Please accept this cookie as a token of my appreciation 🍪 I love to see all of your rambles or just your icon appearing on my notifs.

Also, how could I ever forget the artists and writers that make this community such a fun and colorful space? All the thanks and all the screams and rambles to all of you. Creating is so hard and yet you just come here and do such a wonderful job! How dare! I still think about your creations in my daily life, believe me ahcwgwxwhwcwfcw @ticklepinions, @intheticklecloset, @jettorii, @ssnicker-doodles, @giggly-squiggily, @simplysmilingdrew, @tiklart, @otomiyaa, @verynickelpizzarascal, @fbpanimations and much much more, tbh all the beans that I got shy to tag kjhgfdefghj

Hmmm, I think that this is what I wanted to say. To be honest, writing fics w tickling in it still feels comfortable and cool, so I will probably appear from one year or other to post something and vanish again ahfwtwxwowyq but yeah, can't really say that there will be much interaction besides that. I had that Big Post full of arts and fics that I love that I wanted to post before going but no energy dfghjhgf maybe one day I will finish it and post oh well

Anyway. One of the things that I always tried to bring here was that every creator should have at least one nice comment soooo if ! You think about me or this blog! Consider giving a comment or a quick rb to some artist/creator/blog that you really like, bet it will bring a smile to the bean's face! :D

Okay, okay, enough of rambling. It was incredible. Thank you! Hope you have a lovely week and don't forget to be kind, take care and drink water. Byee <3 <3

[cosmic-ships]

An unexpected Surprise

Ship: Superstitious Sweethearts (Clyde x Kaden)

Words: 2,164 ( sorry… :c under readmore this time cause long)

cw: gross falling in love? lmao

Summary: jimmy you sneaky man!

Okay 2 rb || If you don't self ship please dni. I have mad anxiety lol

Pt 1 ||

Kaden had been looking forward to returning to Duck Tape Bar all week, they told themselves it was just because of the atmosphere but really deep down it was because of the very friendly, very handsome bartender who worked there. Pushing the door open, Kaden felt their heart quicken in anticipation and the familiar smell of aged wood and beer greeted their nostrils as they walked in. Clyde was behind the bar, as expected, when he lifted his head and made eye contact with Kaden, they felt a small rush of excitement run through them

"Well, well, look who's back." Clyde smiled, setting down a glass he had been cleaning. "Nice to see ya again, Kaden." he had to try and calm himself, he felt a fluttering in his heart from simply just speaking with them.

"Good to see you, Clyde," Kaden smiled warmly, sliding onto the same stool that they sat on before. "I've been thinking about this place all week~"

"That so?" That comment made Clyde’s chest swell with warmth. They’d been thinking about the bar—or maybe about him? He poured Kaden their usual drink without even asking, assuming they'd want the same, thankfully he was right. "So what brings ya back tonight?"

"Just needed a break again," Kaden hummed softly as they leaned their arms against the top of the bar. "hm, maybe I was also hoping for some more of that good conversation as well.." Kaden said, damn they felt shy all of a sudden.

Clyde felt a grin tugging at his lips. "I think we can manage that. How’s work been?"

"Work is….work…I mean I love what I do but I can feel a little bored with it at times.." Kaden blew out a sigh. "Anyways, I don't want to bore you with work stuff~ what about you? What do you do when you're not tending the bar?"

Clyde rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little self-conscious about what he was about to say. "Well, I like to help my brother with his cars, ya know fixin' 'em and stuff. Keeps me busy, but I like it. Fixin' thing, you know?"

Kaden smiled and nodded. "Oh, that's interesting ~" Kaden paused, glancing at Clyde's left arm. "Please, don't take this the wrong way but… is it…difficult to do, with the prosthetic and all?"

Clyde appreciated the polite curiosity in Kaden's voice, rather than pity or the generic 'how can you possibly do repairs with one arm' question that's usually asked by people who are curious about him. "It can be," He admitted, glancing down at his prosthetic forearm. "but I've gotten used to it. Learned to adapt. My brother and I got a system that works pretty well."

Kaden nodded, admiration clear in their eyes. "That's impressive, I'm sure it took a lot of determination in the beginning."

Clyde felt his cheeks warm at the compliment and he smiled sheepishly. "Thanks and yeah, it did. hm well, what about you? what do ya do for fun?"

"Fun?" Kaden thought for a moment before shaking their head. "I guess I'm still trying to figure that out… I do dabble in a little bit of everything- lately, I've really been wanting to hike, it was one of my favourite pastimes back home. I love to walk, I know it doesn't sound like a lot of fun but to me it is~"

Clyde listened intently, a small smile gracing his lips. "Well, just so happens, I know of a few local trails…Maybe I could show ya around 'em sometime?"

Kaden’s heart skipped a beat. "Really? That would be wonderful," they said softly, their eyes meeting Clyde’s. "Maybe we could—" Kaden hesitated, they felt their heart pick up speed, and Clyde felt his own nerves flare up. "Maybe…. we could grab a coffee or something beforehand?"

Clyde smiled but on the inside, he felt so nervous suddenly. "Yeah, that sounds real nice."

Kaden and Clyde continued talking, the conversations seemed to flow so easily between the two despite the racing hearts, stolen glances and nerves. Their mutual interest in each other was pretty clear but it seemed like both of them couldn't find the courage to bridge the gap and possibly ask one another out on a proper 'date'

A few hours had passed and Kaden felt the familiar heaviness of leaving. "I should probably get going.." they said reluctantly before finishing off their drink. They went to pay him and Clyde shook his head.

"On me this time." he offered them a soft smile despite the tinged of disappointment he felt that Kaden was leaving. "Take care, Kaden. See ya around?"

"Definitely" Kaden grinned. "Thanks for the drink and nice chat~" Kaden hummed as the headed out.

Kaden left the bar, breathing in the evening air. They walked down the stairs in their own little blissfully unaware thoughts when they nearly smashed right into someone. "Oh! S-Sorry!" Kaden looked up to see Jimmy.

"Not a problem," Jimmy said with a friendly smile. "Names, Jimmy. Never seen someone like you up this way before. You new 'round here?"

"Yeah actually, I'm Kaden. Moved here a couple months of ago.. kind of just now spreading my wings as it were."

"Ah, well nice to meet ya." Jimmy smiled. "Think I seen you in here once before. What do ya think?"

"Seems nice… I like it.." Kaden smiled sweetly, thinking about the friendly bartender inside. "The company is really nice in there…"

"That it is. Hey, nights still young. Want to take a daring move and let a local show you around some places? Don't worry, I ain't no serial killer or anything."

"Hm, sounds like something a serial killer would say.." Kaden grinned. "But, I have nothing else going on so sure, why not!"

Jimmy and Kaden ended up wandering around the small town, talking, laughing, and sharing interests. Jimmy picked up on the fact that Kaden seemed to really enjoy talking about the bar. It felt like mere moments that they were walking but as soon as they realized their surroundings it was almost pitch black out except for the street lights on the road.

"Huh, seems we walked quite a ways- you walked me home." Jimmy laughed, thumbing towards the dirt road that led up to his place which earned a small laugh from Kaden. "Want to come in?"

Kaden hesitated. "Uhm, you're a real sweet guy and all--"

Jimmy laughed and shook his head. "Nah, ain't nothin' like that, I can call ya a cab or something so you don't go walkin' home in the dark alone."

"Ah, gotcha! Well okay then~"

Kaden and Jimmy walked up the dirt road to his place, it was pretty secluded and he was up far enough that there was hardly any type of light pollution. Kaden looked up into the sky and marveled at how many stars they could see.

Once inside Kaden stepped into the place a little, watching as Jimmy shuffled around the room looking for his cordless phone. Kaden raised a brow "Don't own a cellphone?"

"I do but I ain't paid the bill…Don't really like 'em anyways."

Kaden patted their pocket and then was struck by an almost panic, they seemed to have forgotten their own phone! Before Kaden could make a comment the door opened, nearly hitting Kaden and they quickly jumped back from it only to have Clyde practically get into their personal bubble. Kaden nearly stumbled back.

"Kaden!?" Clyde said in surprise, his eyes wide, he instantly felt his heart pick up speed.

"C-Clyde!?" Kaden blinked, their cheeks flushing from how close he was. "W-What…H-How…"

Jimmy, grinning at the sight before him walked over and patted Clyde on the back. "You two know each other?" He grinned knowingly, feigning surprise and Clyde rolled his eyes. Of course, Jimmy would pull a stunt like this. "Clyde here is my brother and lives with me"

Clyde and Kaden exchanged a look, both of them feeling a mixture of surprise and happiness run through them as their eyes met.

"Well.. sure is a pleasant surprise." Clyde cleared his throat.

"Well, I'll keep lookin' for that phone, maybe I left it in the garage. Stay and chat for a bit, I'll be back." Jimmy nodded, grabbing the door and swinging it open to leave. Clyde happened to notice the phone that Jimmy was 'looking for'….. he seemed to have misplaced it in his back pocket… Sly.

Clyde offered Kaden to sit down and they took a seat on the couch, Clyde following after them. Kaden was feeling a little awkward and didn't really know what to say. It was a completely different atmosphere now that the chatter of customers was gone and there was no longer a bar separating the two.

"So how'd you know my brother?" Clyde asked gently.

"We met outside the bar," Kaden replied. Damn it all Kaden was never good with small talk.

"So you always run off with people you don't know in the night?" Clyde teased and Kaden let out a small chuckle.

"No not really..he offered to show me around town a little that's all."

"Jimmy is good people." Clyde nodded.

"So… I was thinking.." Kaden started, they could feel the rising blush on their face. "Maybe if you're not busy…maybe tomorrow we could go get that coffee?" Kaden suggested, their voice tentative but hopeful.

"I got nowhere I need to be. Tomorrow sounds good."

Kaden's heart skipped a beat and they smiled sweetly. "Okay- Maybe you can give me the number for here and I'll call you tomorrow~?"

"Sure thing," Clyde smiled reaching for a pen and paper. He scribbled down the number and handed it to Kaden and Kaden folded it and slipped it into the pocket of their jeans.

At that moment Jimmy returned, setting the phone on the coffee table in front of Kaden and Clyde. "Ya'll good in here?"

"Yeah, we're good," Clyde said, glancing at Kaden and smiling to which Kaden returned said smile.

Jimmy grinned. "Good, glad to see ya both gettin' along~ I went ahead and called that cab for ya, should be here soon."

Kaden nodded a soft smile coming to their face as they stood. "Thank you Jimmy for the walk and the cab call."

"Not a problem, anytime." Jimmy smiled.

As the cab pulled up Clyde walked Kaden to the door. "…Glad I got to see you twice in one night." He said, a small tint of pink dusting his cheeks.

"Me too~" Kaden smiled sweetly, their heart felt like it wanted to leap out of their chest when he said that. "I'll see you tomorrow~?"

"Definitely," Clyde said, watching as Kaden got into the cab as it drove off, a small smile tugging his lips.

Clyde stood at the door for a moment longer, watching until the cab disappeared around the corner. He closed the door with a contented sigh and turned back into the living room only to find Jimmy nearly grinning ear to ear.

"Well, well, well," Jimmy drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look who's got a little spring in his step."

Clyde rolled his eyes but this time he couldn't suppress a smile. "Oh shut up Jimmy."

Jimmy laughed, pushing off the wall he was leaning against as he walked over to his brother. "Oh come on now. Don't be all shy. I saw the way you were lookin' at Kaden."

Clyde felt his cheeks grow warmer. "It ain't like that…"

"Suure it ain't," Jimmy said, gently clapping Clyde on the back. "You were starin' at 'em the whole time they were here and don't think I didn't notice that goofy lil smile on your face."

Clyde shook his head, he was trying to be annoyed by his brother but what his brother said was all true. "They're just…nice to talk to, alright? It's been a while since I've met someone like 'em."

Jimmy's grin softened into a smile. "I get it, Clyde. It's good to see you interested in someone. Kaden seems like a good person."

"They are.." Clyde said, nodding his head. "They really are actually.."

Jimmy gave Clyde a playful little nudge "So, when are you gonna ask 'em out properly hm?"

Clyde's eyes widened and he stammered. "Dammit Jimmy I -I don't know… I mean, we're gettin' coffee tomorrow but…"

"But what?" Jimmy prompted, his brow raising in curiosity. "You gotta make a move dear brother, don't let a good thing slip. It's obvious you both like each other you can't let your shyness get in the way."

Clyde let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know. It's just… It's been a while since I did this, ya know?"

"Yeah I get it, but sometimes, you gotta take a risk." With that Jimmy patted Clyde on the shoulder before disappearing into his bedroom.

Clyde nodded to himself, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As he headed to his room he couldn't help but think about Kaden. He knew Jimmy was right-- Sometimes you just had to take a chance… With Kaden, he felt like it was a chance worth taking.

Tagging:

@ama-ships || @heatobrienswife || @dragonsmooch || @deathnot-e || @mahitosoulmate

@kylars-princess || @mauls-waifu

[innocentlittlepet]

· Hii ·

I'm a 29 y.o. boygirl enby (any pronouns). I’m very subby, and bi/pan, but with a preference for dommes. Sadly I don’t have any sexual experience irl though.

This is my blog for exploring dark and/or taboo fantasies. You are not welcome here if you don’t accept that all real interactions must be between consenting adults. Under the cut you can find a list of some of the specific kinks you’ll find here. I don’t tag things, so please look out for yourself and don’t follow if anything here might upset you!

You’re welcome to ask about my kinks or anything else. You can dm me too, but… I’m extremely shy and not very good at talking. I also don’t want to sext, I’d much rather you just kidnap me instead <3

DNI: Minors, pedophiles, bigots, genocide deniers, etc. I will block you if you don’t indicate that you are an adult.

Spam liking/rb is okay with me <3

I follow from @sleepylostboy (softer main blog but still nsfw)

Some kinks you might see here:

· General BDSM (bondage, pain, degradation, humiliation) · CNC (kidnapping, stalking, somno, intox, rape word, etc.) · Petplay · Incest/Fauxcest · Emotional manipulation, gaslighting, brainwashing, etc. · Yandere · (Forced) feminization (not in a misogynistic way) · Forced body alteration · 24/7 dynamics · Ageplay (mostly cg and dd/md stuff, maybe abdl) · (Light) cucking · Rimming, piss

It’s not an exhaustive list, but I’ve tried to mention most of the kinks that could trigger or upset people. And of course you’re welcome to ask about anything I didn’t mention as well.

I may also occasionally mention depression, self-harm, suicide, and other mental health related issues.

Please don’t judge me for what I post here. I struggle to cope with… everything. Really I’m just a softie who wants to be loved and adored 🥺

[m0chitown]

🕷 Redback Spider | EARTH-90605: Manila, Philippines, 1968.

It's a change of scenery, hm? Welcome to Manila. It's 1968, and it's as hot as you can imagine it to be in a tropical nation. Oh, yeah, no, don't expect yourself to be slick and sneaky with your arrival-Word can get around everywhere in a second! And within those seconds, you're already family.

"Anak, meron kang alikabok sa ulo mo, halika dito, aayusin ko lang your buhok mo."

(My child, you have dust on your head, come here, let me just fix your hair.)

"Ang ganda mo talaga!"

(You're so totally pretty!)

"Foreigner ka ba?"

(Are you a foreigner?)

"Gutom ka ba? Gusto mo ba ng Halo-halo?"

(Are you hungry? Would you like some Halo-halo?)

I love Halo-halo...Anyways, allow me to introduce myself! I am known as RB. I was bitten by an extraterrestrial Redback spider. His name is Kanan, and what makes him extraterrestrial is his Symbiote form he injected on the right side of my neck, hence his name. He bit me when I got caught in my own web, being cornered by my boss and his subordinates from a mafia I work for...

Let's rewind a bit...

I work as a sketch artist for the police department. Can't do much with the pay that I have, especially with my circumstances of being both a woman and of a lower class. my Tito(Uncle) Aaron, works as a bartender at a pretty okay saloon. Our pay is enough to allow us to sustain ourselves in this grand, lively city despite the state of our economy so, it works out. Thing is, my Papa, my grandfather, was KIA during WWII and left me and my uncle a large sum of money we keep for absolute emergencies. As far as we knew, we were the only ones who knew about his inheritance until a little later down the line when I'd get surrounded and pinned to a wall by men in suits in a dark alleyway. Cliche, I know, I told them that too. They introduced themselves as Papa's former subordinates who were left with distasteful lives because of Papa's business with them. Until this day, I have yet to find out what tainted my Papa from being someone other than a sweet military guy but they threatened to hit the nail on my own coffin and harm my Tito in addition if I declined their offer to not only provide my Papa's old documents but to become their hitman. Someone who could do their dirty work for them in order to take down other mafia rings and eventually rise to the top as millionaires.

...

So...I took the option to withdraw those threats. I joined the mafia as their new hitman, all while having to keep this all from my Tito. It was rough, I couldn't take anyone's life just like that, and that is where we left off. With Kanan, such a transformation as such into a Spider-Person was gorey and unsettling, to say the least.

Kanan told me not to worry about it. Not to worry about them.

And the next thing I remember was my vision blacking out and gaining my own conscious back to shaking my boss' hand surrounded by the pools of mixed blood around us.

I'm still a sketch artist, and I'm still a hitman. And I'm still the RB. Needless to say, I've grown desensitized to my double life. I've gotten to be a better hitman, but it's not something I'm proud of and it's never going to be something I will be proud of. And one day, I'm going to bring this entire mafia down with me.

I'm just glad I'm not alone.

And, well, you know the rest!

Thanks, Kanan.

AAAAA This was super fun to write! And I'm so excited now that my Spidersona is finished!! :,,] It was a tough process seeing as I had to do a lot of self-reflection within myself as I don't typically have a reason to study myself and how I'm structured. It was especially difficult before as I used to shy away from analyzing myself too much due to past insecurities so putting everything I have in a character and realizing how pretty she truly is makes me want to cry :,0 I can't change the way of how I look much, not like I can play Tetris with my bone structure LMAO but it feels really good to be able to put my insecurities off and make a character I now love a lot :,,]

Translations of Baybayin: "Kanan," "Grabe...," "RB"

[phebess]

Hello, loyal reader of your work here, I've been quiet for too long probably, considering how I eat up your carlando fics, too many thoughts and I'm shy, oops.

You sometimes invite to vent, so here I am, because of the last two chapters mostly. My brain of an artist just couldn't shut up at Carlos. If you like his art and you know he struggles financially, just commission him, commission him, commiss- argh. Commission him like Michelangelo was commissioned to do Sistine Chapel or whatever. And then there's story of my friend, that I can't stop thinking of while reading this, who dated a sex worker, and despite of not that high income as the certain character here, was ready to provide for their partner, so they wouldn't have to sell their body (said partner did not want to give it up though, so they broke up). Like!!! Commission him for stupid high price and you have a good excuse to make his life easier and maybe being able to drop sex work for survival thing! Like I get it, after the whole 'I pay you for the OF stuff' part, paying might feel icky, Lando's pride could make him refuse (he did not have this problem selling his ass to the other guy in ch 1 though and here it's about his supposedly dream work...), but- you already wanted to buy finished painting, so... goddamit, I'm getting too invested and solution oriented, adhd things ig, sorry for yelling 😅

And then there's the racing part, that I'm probably thinking too much about as well. That is for the past chapters, you made Carlos be Ferrari driver anyway, but if it's fanfiction, why not let imagination wander a bit more? Before his team affilation was mentioned and only that he's reigning wdc, I hoped that maybe in this fantasy reality he remained with RB (Merc taking Max in 2015 or 2017, so he was never in RB, CS eventually becoming their main guy after beating DR when it mattered or whatever - there's also this rally driver!Carlos thing that I can't stop thinking about, but that's waaay off topic). Not that it matters, it's just that I can't imagine Ferrari doing things right even in fanfiction, lol. I'm trying not to get too much into how you imagined Carlos getting that concussion with all the HANS, roll hops and halos, because I guess it's my problem being overly attached to details in story that is basically porn with plot and feelings, so bit of drama is a must have, especially considering how amazing your writing for that part is. I hope you don't think I'm taking away anything from where you're going with the story, just some of my own thoughts and your works give me a lot of those, in a positive way.

Okay, I think I vented all I wanted? There are some older fics of yours that I probably should have written similiar wall of text about, but that's it for now 😅

Hi anon! First, thanks for writing out your thoughts - second, happy to touch on some of these:

I totally understand the want for Carlos to commission Lando's work, and I think Carlos actually shares your exact frustration - he has the means to provide for Lando, it would be so easy. But like you said, it's a transaction-based power dynamic that neither of them want in their romantic relationship. He offered by buying the painting, in a way, and Lando's hesitance told him all he needed to know about whether he wanted his financial help.

In regards to Carlos' team, I actually never said he was a Ferrari driver! I didn't name his team at all in this fic – I didn't think it was important to the story, and allows the fic to be kind of timeless in a way.

For the concussion, there are loads of ways to get concussed, from whiplash to flying debris - the Halo's just make it more likely to be just a concussion and not d*ath. As you said, though, i'ts fiction and we love a bit of drama ;)

I try and make things as realistic as possible in my fics, bc glaring plot holes drive me up the wall - so I feel ya. I should have the next chapter posted soon, I hope you're enjoying it!

[raremikey]

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Hello, my name is Mandy (she/they) and this is my Mikey Way blog. I am here to spread the love <3!

Basic info about my blog:

I like to have fun and laugh. Take everything with a grain of salt i am usually being lighthearted.

Some of my old posts are nsfw. If you are not an adult, please do not interact with any posts of mine that are tagged tw nsfw. I have privated many of my old posts that were extremely nsfw.

But that being said, if you are here to just look at the photos of Mikey I've posted, anyone can interact with them.

Also im shy and i have a lot of anxiety and trouble socializing so if i am weird with interactions just know that's why :(

I try to mainly post mikey here and keep the blog focused on mikey but i do try to post other mcr members and some other bandom stuff. But mostly mikey

My patrick stump blog is @icecream-headaches and my blog where i post cool things i like is @water-forever .

I love you!

Warning: this is me⬆️ i rb my old posts often:)

Okay so those out of the way, extra info down here:

I source current content, but I usually don't source older content. I understand why some people are against that. The reason I usually don't is because I have no source to link to, because most photos I post are from blogs or websites reposting them without a source.

But if your photo is posted on my blog, please message me if you want me to add the source or take it down. If you have a source or orgin for any photos I post, I'm more than happy to include it :)

My blog is ""organized"" using tags. Pics of Mikey are tagged based on the time period it was taken in. #bullets era , #revenge era , #bp era , #dd era , #ec era , and I still do not have a proper tag for current mikey so.. idk. I also tag specific clothing/accessories he's wearing (ex. #white glasses).

My askbox is open but please try to keep asks related to Mikey/mcr. If I don't answer your ask, I either forgot about it, didn't know how to respond, or didn't want to respond. Be respectful!

Other info about me:

Dm me if you want my instagram (if we are mutuals) :3

This is technically a side blog so if a blog that has an ashlee icon interacts with you, it's me probably.

Seriously I can't stress it enough I am not being serious most of the time. Please don't take this blog seriously. I want my blog to be fun to scroll through and be a silly and lighthearted place!

Its mikeylicious.

He is the love! ❤️

[aria0fgold]

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Hello! My name is Aria! Am 24 years old >:3

I also recently found out that I'm a system! So far I have 6 headmates so I can put their names on my intro post too! There's:

Alerik (I mainly refer to them as Aly). He uses any pronouns! He's also been with me the longest! Ever since I was little apparently :o

Vita. They/It pronouns for it!

Elegy (Elle is her nickname we sometimes use!). She/They/It pronouns for her!

Galahad (Gonna give em the Gala nickname!). He/They pronouns!

Albireo (My nickname for em is Swan! Vita's nickname for em is Almond though!). They use any pronouns :3

Luca. He/him pronouns!

Cerulean (Giving her the nickname Cers!) It uses any pronouns!

Any pronouns okay for me! I don't mind really! I use she/her for myself :3

Am writer! Aria0fGold in ao3 too! And I'm also a beginner artist :D My brain rotates between the many interests that I have so! I'll list out the ones I talk bout the most but for now have the:

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List of My OMORI AUs

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And to the list of my interests that you'll see me talking about a lot in here!

Mahoutsukai no Yakusoku (mahoyaku/mhyk) / Promise of Wizard - My favourite characters in it are Cain Knightley (<-the one that got me into it) and Owen! (<- love him by extension of being a Cain fan). I especially love their caiowe ship too!

In Stars and Time - New interest! Yippee!!! Got into isat and will never get out. I love this game so much. It is everything to me.

OMORI - The hyperfixation that prompted this blog creation. Although I'm not hyperfixated on it anymore, it still holds a special place in my heart.

Persona 5, and by extension, Magic Kaito - Now... They're two different medias... But well you see-- I am a Joker (from p5) and Kaito (from magic kaito) shipper, the captain of it, if you will. So most of the time I talk bout p5 I also end up talking bout magic kaito (mainly just Kaito though).

My OCs!!! - I love my OCs a lot and I talk bout them a lot and I think about them a lot and I--

I also talk about my other interests too from time to time but those ↑ are the ones you'll see me talking about the most! Along with some random things from me cuz I can be quite talkative!

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Here's a list of some of the tags I use the most!

aria rants - for when I talk about nearly anything!

aria rbs - for when I reblog things! (aria srb for self-reblogs)

arianswer - for when I answer asks!

ariart - for my art! :D

ariawrites - for my writing! >:3 (this is also accompanied by the media tag of what I wrote about)

ariau - for my AUs! So far have used it for my OMORI AUs though.

ariaoc - for my OCs!!! (this is also accompanied by ariaoc: [oc name here])

ariaplays: [name of game here] - for the rare occurrences of me liveblogging some of my reactions to a game! (I've used it for aitsf and isat in which case the tag becomes, ariaplays: aitsf and ariaplays: isat)

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And lastly! A little more stuff about me!

I LOVE CAIN KNIGHTLEY! I LOVE OWEN! I LOVE CAIOWE!!!

Ahem, anyway... I!... I.......! I don't know what to put here actually... I like! Pink. Have you noticed that? I like! Mili. Their songs are always soooo good at beaming the exact emotion it conveys straight to your brain. I like! Many things... Well... I said I was talkative but I didn't quite say that my thoughts are coherent... I tend to keysmash a lot! It's the best way I can convey whatever thought and emotion I have about anything.

Anyway, anyway! Feel free to send me asks :D It can be about anything really! And feel free to tag me! Or send dms! I like interacting with people but I tend to be a bit awkward with it... Am shy! And anxious! But if you're a mutual then well... I'm a little less shy and anxious! More comfy! I love my mutuals <3

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[miscling]

Hello

Call me Lin. She/her. If you're not at least 18 dni at all. Don't follow me, don't message me. If I think you're under 18 I'll block you. I'm very interested in finding blogs by people in the UK, who are in the 30-45 age range (similar to myself!). It's okay to follow/interact outside that range though! I'd really like to make lots of new friends of any age!

I'm not new to tumblr, but I've started this blog for hornyposting about kinks and to follow blogs for the fet stuff I like. I'm also queer as fuck, so I'm esp into looking for queer shit to follow. I live in a really dull part of the UK (NE, near Grimsby) so it's also a kind of way to feel like a part of a kinky and queer whole.

I'll probably just sporadically rb stuff based on my kinks. I might start posting some of the kinky fantasies that get stuck in my head, and maybe even write some stories (since I am also a writer). I'd like to find someone to beta-read them at the moment, so I can build up the courage to post some! Scratch that this blog has become a hyperfixation and I'm definitely gonna post stories that pass muster.

I'm using the tag 'Ask Meme' for ask memes, feel free to look one up and send me questions to answer! Copy the questions in so I know which ones to answer! I tag my answers with 'Miscling Answers'. I really like ask memes (I am a complete ask meme slut please don't hesitate I will answer literally anything) so don't be shy! If I reblog an ask meme I'll also send some asks back to you, I'm nice like that.

I also have a lovense wishlist: https://www.lovense.com/wish-list/939q and it would be swell if someone were to gift me toys I could use to play with people on here. I'm a slutty set of holes, a toy for others to use. Fill my mouth, cunt, and ass.

Kinks I practice:

I'm mostly a bottom, but I can switch, I'd be into a sub/sub or switch/switch dynamic with someone.

bondage, the more inescapable the better. Rope especially, but I also love cuffs and padlocks. I am a big fan of stocks and bondage frames, and basically anything that restrains my body.

tickling. I'm a lee, and it's more about the stimulation than anything else. I can't say I'm that ticklish, if I'm being honest.

sensation and sensory play. Stuff like slime, mud, and other goops.

masochism. sharps and biting! I like getting hurt sometimes, and I wouldn't mind a good beating every so often. I'm especially into medieval type tortures and gear.

latex wear, bunny outfits, bondage wear, maid outfits. Dressing up is really fun, if only I was brave enough to post selfies. and it's really east to goad me into sharing my pics if you're nice.

Exhibitionism! I love showing off, from pics to my endless ramblings, I really like just being at the centre of attention.

masks and hoods. I have more than a few masks and I always love adding new ones to my collection. I love wearing masks, even casually.

praise and worship. I'm a good girl, the best. I like being revered and put on a pedestal, but I don't like false or empty praise.

breast milking and nipple play, hucow stuff (moo!). I regularly milk my breasts, though I haven't quite got a good flow yet I'm getting there! I've got some hucow pics on here too: link

Edging. This one's new for me. I knew what edging was, but I didn't know how to get it to work. Someone taught me how, and now I'm a dumb edgeslut who stays horny and compliant. Good girls don't cum without permission, they stay horny and help others get off first.

Hypnosis and conditioning. If I reblog something with a spiral in it, I will tag it as 'hypno gif' so it can be filtered. I am finding hypno and conditioning stuff so hot atm I might just boil off. I am really getting into hypno, and love the idea of being switched off like that. I'm still super new to it, but I'm gaining lots of experience.

Kinks I'm curious about/breaking into:

group, freeuse, drugging, kidnapping, and cnc. I'm definitely not going to go into this sort of thing until I know I'm with someone I can actually trust with my safety, but the thought turns me on.

probably some rp stuff but not much. I want to interact with kink as myself, and get real with it. When I write, I much prefer to work with original characters and settings than work in other canons.

petplay, but I'm a cat, like one of those that sleeps in the corner most of the day, but really likes affection and nuzzles you like a lot.

Into some shit that's more fantasy than reality:

size kinks (I wish I could be like 12in tall or like 12ft tall, I can never decide. I definitely prefer being small, though.)

stuff with ovipositors and breeding, tentacles, and just general purpose monster-fucking.

stuff with robot girls, slime girls, and that sorta thing.

Probably some other things that'll get awakened in me and I'll have to edit in later.

And not into this shit at all:

unnegotiated submission (don't come at me acting like a 'dom')

puppyplay (don't refer to me as anything dog related)

humiliation (don't talk me down and treat me as lesser)

ageplay (I might want a mommy, but I'm so far past being a kid)

sissification (I get it, I do, but I'm a woman, and I do not want to ever be called a sissy or associated with sissification.)

shit and piss (just makes me feel sick)

Basically I like being treated with respect even if we're doing fun kinky shit and I'm not really a person any more. I'd like to talk to people as people, before we negotiate any kind of dynamic.

[ser-rctslcyer]

Hey- stupid question, I know, but what do you mean by blank blogs? Like, the type that look like bots with no content/personalization or something else? I’m new to tumblr and havent seen that term yet ha-ha.

not a dumb question; but i'm going to talk about the two "types" of blank blogs i do not like following me.

[right one is just a sideblog i have and am using to explain this]

so if your blog looks like either of these; i'd rather you not follow me.

now for the left blog, i either think your a bot or minor, so if see blogs like that like/follow = an instant block.

now the blog on the right, i'm okay with the occasional likes, provided your age is in your bio; just don't follow me (or spam like from me).

why?

all creatives on this site have been struggling with the like/reblog ratio on their content, so for a lot of us, it doesn't go past a certain point-- unless it is shared (reblogged). so for me at least, seeing an essentially blank blog follow me for content, whilst demanding i do more, feels like a slap in the face, because even you aren't willing to reblog it. most of these blogs too don't even leave comments (or leave actual good ones; not "part 2 plz" or "when are you updating this?".

why would i want you to follow me if all you're going to do is treat my blog like how the other blank blogs do?

now im not saying you need to rb every single fic i do, but to follow me and not even rb a single one but like the ones you want, rubs me the wrong way. the 'shy' excuse only works for so long when all we're really asking is to show support and just share it; followers or not-- the reblog button is as free as the block button.

[creepyscritches]

So, I think I’m ready to lay my cards on the table. Bad news that I’m turning good with as much strength that I can muster. This got a lot longer than I planned, so I’ve tucked it beneath a readmore.

Last month my new job ran out of enough sustainable work to justify continuing my recent hire and gave me the axe on the last day of my first 90 days. It really shook me up and hit me hard in my professional self esteem to say the least. On top of the panic of losing a steady income at a new job I loved, I also lost my healthcare that same day, which to someone with a progressive autoimmune disease...that’s scary. They didn’t plan this to happen and it was unfortunate all around and left me with glowing references to aid me in my job search. I still see them as a loving group of people, but things happen and life happens.

Aside the shock, I’ve been dealing with a lot of embarrassment and shame that logically I know is unfounded, but that’s just how you react to this kind of stuff sometimes. This is why I’ve been pushing my Ko-fi and the wonderfully kind help all of you have given me has really kept me in a good place emotionally and that’s honestly more valuable than any money sent to me. I have pretty constant self harm and suicidal thoughts that surface multiple times a day for the past 10 years and to actually feel a genuine flood of warmth is just...idk it’s something that always feels unattainable, so when someone gifts me with kindness it’s an out of body sense of gratitude and vitality. Honestly, thank you.

The day I got home after losing my job, I asked for a bunch of requests and being able to connect with all of you and have fun drawing really was a miracle in how calm and reassured I felt. I know a lot of you follow me because you enjoy my funny art and I want to attest that I love making things that you love. Seeing excited comments or tags on my art really warms my heart and I feel a drive to make people smile even when things are dark for me--making happiness for people is my deepest form of self care. I’m glad y’all are here and I’m glad I can make you smile or laugh with my silly sense of humor.

My response to emergencies is usually to become numb and efficient; to be cold, calculating, and logical in an endeavor to resolve issues and tie up loose ends. Usually in situations like this, I only have to maintain this for short bursts like an emergency call or acting as a shield while I extract someone from a toxic environment, but this is more long term and it’s possible to weather me down if I keep focused on just the giant problem of finding a job.

Because of this, I’ve forcibly stepped back and observed the entirety of my circumstances and found that this period of unemployment has given me a real opportunity to address things I’ve shoved to the side out of fear of dealing with them. 

I got my mantra of “Be kind to yourself” tattooed over my left arm’s self harm scars in braille as a physical reminder to myself to treat myself like I am compelled to treat others. I’ve found myself running my fingers over the braille more and more recently and had some deep talks of encouragement with myself to take the first steps and observe what makes me better and to finally open up little by little and ask for help personally--to allow myself to be vulnerable. It’s not scary to be a shoulder for those who need it and to share my experiences with those who come to me for help with self harm, trauma, suicide, and abuse. It’s instinctual to be the warm safety these people need, but it’s personally terrifying for me to put myself in the role of the one asking for help.

I don’t think I’m a rare breed of person at all when it comes to being kind and offering guidance and dispelling fears of judgement, but this idea that when I finally come to someone that I’ll be judged, seen as lesser, and horrifyingly put in the same light I see myself in in someone I love’s eyes halts me in my tracks. It’s crippling mental illness, I know, but an illness is characterized by the fact that it can grip you against your will. Whether your kidneys fail or your legs slowly stop or your mind tells you you’re worthless, it’s out of your willpower’s control and that knowledge is exquisitely maddening and devastating. My fears are results of a diseased vital organ and that’s an immense weight to push past. I can only hope to crawl before I walk and aspire to eventually run, even with musings of how to kill myself later that day fogging up my vision.

I know art makes me happy. I know people smiling from my efforts makes me happy. I know crying with relief despite the walls blocking me from crying makes me happy. I know when people tell me they love me and miss me when I’m gone makes me happy. I want to know what else makes me happy; not just entertained or distracted, but truly warmly saturated with goodness.

Cooking for friends makes me glad I’m here and when my mom excitedly calls me just to hear my voice makes my emotions positively radiant. Having vacuumed carpets, freshly scrubbed bathrooms, and a spotless kitchen brings me joy, but I’ve learned a cluttered mayhem of art supplies and sketches at my work space makes me inspired and encouraged, so I accept some messiness is good for me while I need to remember that I feel great when I muscle through cleaning other aspects of my home. Hiding my shortcomings or misfortunes from people makes my gut feel full of sandpaper, but I’m teaching myself person by person that confiding in loved ones and being vulnerable truly only makes me feel weightless and that things are going to be okay.

I opened up to my mother about how frighteningly severe my mental illness is last week. She knows I’ve struggled with self harm for over a decade and that I have problems with taking leaps, but I’ve kept my scarier symptoms closely guarded from her my entire life. I finally told her that I can’t remember a day I haven’t thought about killing myself, even if I had been having a fun time. I told her that I can’t stop a constant barrage of thoughts that tell me I don’t need to be here, that I’m a waste, a failure, or that I’m just disgusting inside and out. I finally told her how helpless and scared I feel constantly and how I’ve been convinced I’m going to be my own cause of death since I was 10 or 11 years old. I’d never laid myself bare like that and I finally confessed that’s why my countless therapists haven’t been able to help since I couldn’t bring myself to admit the ugliest parts of myself and instinctively protected myself behind a shield of compensating and presenting as a successful determined prized student or career woman instead.

She treated me like I treat others who come to me with the same fears. It felt like a wall shattered and I could see the outside world for the first time. It felt like...I don’t know how to put it...like the world actually did include me in its count and it was faulty logic to think I’d always be the one left out of situations good or bad. She helped me look for some potential therapists and even offered to pay for my appointments, and she acted as a second opinion on possibly exploring the disability route for all this. But most importantly, she didn’t cry or panic like I’d always been afraid of making her do. She was the stability I need and held my hand through decisions and tasks and affirmed that my state is something unbelievably difficult. Idk, she just really made me feel strong when I feel so weak, you know?

I keep looking for things that make me feel happiness even in small amounts where it never was before. This week I discovered that hanging all my wall art makes me feel at home and glad to be awake to see it all. I spent about 30 minutes marveling over my mother’s incredible cross-stitch art that I’ve had in every home I’ve lived in since I was born. My favorite is an enormous jaguar against a black background, slinking from behind foliage, and looking piercingly to the distance behind the edges of the frame. I’ve loved it since I was little and I can’t believe I forgot how much warmth it gives me.

Looking around my home I always think about how much I love cacti, succulents especially, but have never bought any since I can’t keep plants alive to save my life. Sometimes the simplest answers are the last you think of: artificial plants. Even though I don’t have the money to do so now, I’ve been building wishlists of potted cacti, succulents, ivy, and flowers and mentally placing them around my home and I feel happy just imagining that I can have that environment eventually.

While mentally mapping out the plants, I realized I don’t ever hang my own art I love creating. In high school I used to make giant wall pieces but stopped when I moved out on my own, but now I think I’d like to feel the satisfaction of making a big piece and actually displaying it, even if it’s just for me to enjoy. There’s an exhilarating adrenaline rush to realize I can buy some canvases and create the big pieces of lounging felines and animals again and there’s nothing stopping me from spending a small amount of money on some canvas.

This whole time I’ve been looking for work, I’ve been mainly trying to be truly happy. I’m making little steps, but I feel amazing and full of life like those permanently thriving artificial cacti I’ve been fawning over. I’m going to be better, even if I stumble backwards, I’m going to always remember to put my foot back down and take another stride.

Times are rough, but I truthfully feel better than when they were good.

[duckugou]

Helloooooooooooo I got so excited to see you rb that smut prompt list. Could I request #38 with Shiggy? It just screams fwb to lovers and damn if that ain’t just ✨my cup of tea✨

Too shy to ask off anon but can confirm I am over 18 😊

Thank you sm either way!

I love uuuu

38. "We passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago”

good old Shiggy + Fem bodied reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Come to my smut prompt game!!!

CW: scary scumbag random guy in the beginning, fingering, overstim, squirting, praise, "Princess" "Baby", light choking, kinda cringe-, cumming inside, not much aftercare mentioned

LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY CWs!!!!

Shigaraki was a staple in your life. He was someone you met when you were in college, out in a bar, and you needed someone to bail you out from a random creep that was hitting on you.

"C'mon baby. You're dressed like that and you dont wanna come back to my place?" This fucking guy would not leave you alone.

Shoving his nasty hands off of your thigh- again- you attempted to walk away. "I fucking said no tha-"

His hand met yours as your tried turning away and your heart was in your throat.

"You're gonna come home with me." He said, menacingly.

"Hey. What the fuck do you think youre doing with my partner you freak?" A voice said from behind you, making your heart rate pick up more.

"Your partner? Doubt it. No self-respecting man would let their partner come out lookin like this." He scoffed at you, throwing your hand to your side.

"No self respecting man would continue to grab someone after theyve said no. Fuck off." You turned around and saw a beautiful light haired man with an angry look on his face.

"Fucking christ- fuck this. Dumb whore aint worth this." The man finally gave up, walking away.

Letting out a breath you didnt know you were holding in, you put your hand on your chest.

"Thank you so much, I-" You started.

"No worries. Fuckin hate guys like that." He scratched his neck lightly.

"I'm uh- Y/n." You said, offering your right hand.

"Shigaraki." He shook your hand delicately, finally smiling at you.

Once the night was finished, you found yourself in Shigaraki's cab home, allowing yourself to join him in his bed. Shockingly enough, no sex was had. Well not that night. After that night, you were inseparable. Every time his group of friends got together, you were there and vice versa. You were attached at the hip. It was innocent enough at first, but soon enough, your feelings got to the both of you.

During Dabi's birthday party, Shiggy's hands were all over you as you were both drunk. in the middle of a crowded room, his lips fell on your neck and you didn't stop him. You didnt want to. In fact, you wanted more.

He took you to the bathroom and fucked your brains out on the counter. For a first time- wasnt too romantic. But as you would soo find out, neither of you were ready for romance anyways.

The day after the party, the two of you met for your usual hangover coffee date. "Date". Whatever. It was more awkward than usual- until Shiggy broke the silence.

"It doesnt have to be... weird now. Right?"

"No yeah I was gonna say... We dont have to change anything." You sighed.

"Only thing I want to change is the amount of sex we have." He laughed.

"Honestly... I'm okay with that." You agreed, thinking about how he felt buried inside of you.

"Cool... So!" He changed the subject, not allowing you to dwell on it any further. But the both of you knew the feelings ran deeper than lust.

Your friends always asked about the two of you- asking when you'd make it official. But neither of you answered. Neither of you talked to other people. Both of you posted each other on your stories. You had playlists for each other for fucks sake! But a label? Never seemed to cross your mind.

Fast forward a few months to a rainy ass lazy Sunday and it was your usual movie day. It was a ritual for Shiggy to come over to your place and turn on a shitty movie on Netflix before either falling asleep, ordering food, or burying his cock as deep in you as he could.

"Get me popcorn of fucking perish!" You threw a pillow at him from your neatly decorated couch.

"You bitch- youre lucky youre my favorite!" He shouted, dodging the pillow and shuffling into the kitchen.

After scrolling through movies, you let destiny decide for you as you closed your eyes and picked blindly.

"Move over." Shiggy appeared in the living room again, shoving you down the couch.

"Fatass." You muttered, looking at his face morph into fake shock.

"What did you pick?" He asked, handing you the popcorn and moving your legs to rest on his, allowing you to lay down comfortably on the couch.

"I dunno- let destiny pick." You shoveled some popcorn into your mouth, enjoying how comfortable you were.

"Greeaaatttt." He rolled his eyes, resting his hands on your legs.

"Shut up you big baby- enjoy what the universe has chosen for us!" You tossed a handful of popcorn at him, making him scoff.

20 minutes into the shitty movie, you were out of popcorn and Shiggy's fingers had begun tracing your legs. Both of you had no intention of paying any mind to the movie. You looked at him, watching his fingers and eyes get closer to your core.

"Whatcha doin down there?" You whispered, making him look at you.

"Mmmm nothin." He replied, letting his fingers get even closer to the center of your legs.

He let his fingers ghost over your shorts, your thighs subconsciously spreading to allow easier access.

"Not into the movie?" He asked sarcastically.

"Mmnm. Not even a little." You sighed.

"Good." Was all he said before pulling your comfy shorts to the side, admiring the fact that you didn't wear any panties.

His fingers easily spread your lips apart, making you gasp at the air that met your core.

"Shit, already wet huh? And no panties?" He mumbled.

"Just for you, Shiggy."

He mentally groaned, wanting to hear you moan his first name. Something always stopped you from saying Tomura during sex. Maybe it was too intimate. A line you werent sure you could cross.

"Good job, always ready for me, huh?"

A moan left your lips as he started sliding his fingers up and down your slit, earning a smile from him.

"Please-" You whimpered, already wanting more.

"God, you are so fucking-" One finger entered your tight hole. "-Needy."

"Oh god-" You sighed out, knowing this is what you'd wanted all day.

"You been real good to me today, baby. Might jus' spoil ya." He said, making you whine.

"Been so- good." You agreed, feeling a second finger stretch you out. "Mm- fuck!"

"There you are, so pretty for me." His cock was getting harder by the second, making him thankful he wore sweats instead of jeans.

"Want more baby?" He asked, toying with your clit with his thumb.

"Y-yeah!" You tried grinding your hips against his hand.

"Gonna have to ask nicely baby." He reminded you, holding your hips down with his free hand.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" You muttered, needing more.

"There you go, good job." He pushed a third finger in, reaching that sweet spot so perfectly, making you cry out. His fingers worked diligently to hit the spot that made you scream over and over while holding your hips down as well as he could.

His cock was straining against his pants at this point, impossibly hard.

"G-nna cum!" You yelled out, making him forget about the pain in his cock, focusing on moving his fingers even faster.

"Go ahead baby, cum all over my fuckin fingers." He urged you with a husk need in his voice.

You let go all over his fingers, and he didn't stop.

"Shig-gy!" You tried to tell him it was too much but couldnt get the words out. He worked even harder at your g-spot, needing to see you squirt the way you always did for him.

Your vision went white and your hands gripped the couch as best as they could as you made a mess all over the couch and Shiggy's legs.

"Good girl there it is, good fuckin girl. Just like that." He praised you, making it hard for you to breathe.

Finally pulling his fingers out of your tight hole, he picked you up and walked your still twitching body to your bed.

"Made a mess out there, huh princess?" He snickered, making your eyes water from embarrassment- the way they always do. " 'S okay, baby. You did so well." He assured you, laying you on the bed and stripping his pants off of his body.

"Shiggy- your cock-" You wanted him so bad you couldnt even form words.

"All for you, princess." He yanked your legs to the edge of the bed, wasting no time and lining his cock up with your wet pussy.

"Please- fuck me-" Your mindless blabbering was halted by a sigh when Shiggy's cock was pushed past your still tight entrance.

"Fuck- how the fuck are you so tight-" He asked, bottoming out inside of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Not bothering to let you adjust, he pulled out and thrusted back in, making your hands shoot forward to grab onto him, needing some kind of leverage.

Finding a good pace, he fucked you as deep as he could, pushing your knees to your chest and hitting your cervix with every thrust.

Your breathless moans and whimpers filled the room as he fucked you as hard as he could, feeling greedy and wanting to claim you.

"Shig- fuc- god-" You couldnt form a single word as you came again all over his cock, making him throw his head back at the feeling of your walls getting impossibly tighter.

He was close and you both knew it.

His hand met your neck, pressing lightly around it, making you clench. All but one finger rested on your neck and it made you both want to scream. You tightened around him again, not quite cumming, making him lose his head a little bit and let go of your neck, allowing you to catch a breath.

He wanted to cum. He had an overwhelming urge to cum deep inside of you- as per usual. But something was missing.

"Baby." He said, slowing slightly.

"Mmhm-" You answered, tits moving under your top as he continued to fuck you.

"Say- my name." He ordered.

"Shigar-" You started, but were inturrupted.

"No- shit no. Other name."

You had a moment of clarity as you realized what he wanted. The last intimate line you had yet to cross. His first name? Oh fuck-

"T-Tomurraaa-" You moaned out, making his eyes roll into his head.

"Shit baby- again. Say it again." He couldnt get over how perfect it sounded rolling off of your tongue. Hitting your sweet spot over and over, he wanted you to cum so bad while you said it.

"Tomura- Tomura fuck right- there! Tommmuraaa~" You moaned out, legs shaking as you came around his cock, feeling him release inside of you, milking his cock for all it had. You continued chanting his name like a prayer, falling apart totally.

Collecting yourselves, Shigaraki pulled out, flopping onto the bed next to you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of silence, you spoke up.

"Your first name, huh?" You giggled lightly.

"Yeah- fuck. I just. Sorry I have been wanting to hear it for so long." He put his hands over his face, chuckling at how stupid it was.

"Well, Tomura. Seems we both have something to ask of each other..." You trailed off.

"Yeah?" He turned on to his side, leaning on his elbow.

"Can we uh- I dont know. Can we drop the whole... "Just friends" thing?" You asked, turning your head and looking into his eyes.

"What? Like- you wanna- I mean like-" He was flustered. You laughed a little, seeing Tomura Shigaraki flustered was rare for you. "I mean yes! Yeah of course- I mean not much would even change." You both laughed lightly.

"Yeah, I mean honestly- we passed “just friends” about 20 fucks ago." You stated. He laughed a little harder, pulling your own messy body into his for an embrace, both of you finally completely happy with where you stood with each other.

"Hey! Now I actually AM your partner!" You exclaimed, thinking back to how you first met.

"Yeah- youre right! Take that, scumbag bar guy!" He jokingly pumped his fist into the air triumphantly, letting it fall into your hair, allowing you to fall into a comfortable silence with a kiss on your head before you both would get in the shower and put on some PJs and call it a night.

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womp im not doing my taglist rn bc im tired lmao sorry besties will update this in a bit tho

hope you liked it- i got a little sidetracked with it BUT I BROUGHT IT BACK lmao i love youuuuuuuu

[artemiseamoon]

PSA

Okay, so everyone gather around, we need to talk about something, well a lot of things. I sat on this a while and was just not sure if I wanted to post this or just deal with it in private. Multiple topics under the cut.

As we know, interaction is terrible on this site now and 90% of people are using it like instagram or twitter. scroll, like, scroll, like. For the love of god, this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. Please, if you are new here, keep this hellshit enjoyable and listen to creators and other users when we offer suggestions.

New here? read this | and this

Now the topic of reblogs. YES there are some creators who don't care about this and love to shout "no one owes you anything" and everyone is entitled to their options and feelings. That being said, there are many creators who DO CARE about this, me included.

There are many creators who are negatively affected by shitty and no interaction. We love what we do, so will we still do it without you? yes. But we chose to share here because we like sharing, we also like the interaction, we like the community. We do write for ourselves, and because we love it ( so please stop saying that as a generic response when a creator is venting, even if you mean well, it's still not helpful).

We are sharing works FOR FREE with the public and there is nothing wrong with wanting some interaction and reblogs, it's nice, it's a sign of appreciation, for some it boosts our morale as we offer up our babies for public viewing. I know for me, I have been very impacted by the way people use this site now, it sucks, it depresses me. Will it make me stop writing? Never. Will it make me consider keeping my work private at some point and just write in my own little corner of the world where my work is no longer free to view, yeah maybe. This place used to be so inspiring, and that is gone. Sure, some will disagree and that's okay. My blog, my option, my post.

So, when creators are like " hey it would be nice if you reblogged or interacted" it is not us begging, it is not us being babies, it's not us being ungrateful, it is not us disregarding shy or anon readers, its not us saying “wah you owe me!” - its us asking for something that is a great gesture of appreciation for the content you consume, FOR FREE. We are not asking for payout or to praise us, just show some signs of life people. That like button is in the same place at the reblog one, use it. Don't want to mess up your page aesthetic? Well you could make a reblog account. Those are great. I have two of them to support writers.

Am i saying you should reblog everything, no. So don't even bring that up. Reblog what you like. Help it get seen. Likes do NOTHING on tumblr aside from say "hey cool" or “liked this” and there is nothing wrong with that, just if you want to step up your game, reblog it, comment, interact. Have you ever seen a fic on your dash, one someone else shared and loved it? Well, do you know how you saw it? because someone reblogged it. A like did not do that. reblogs = exposure and fic circulation. The fic/gif set/art lives on in a bigger orbit!

Addition: reblog accounts are a thing! Many people do them. It’s an easy way you can keep your page however you want, but still reblog (means share, circulate) the original authors work. You do this by making a Sideblog and can dedicate that to reblogs only. I do that too! I have more than one RB account that is only dedicated to sharing other ppls work.

Now, the next topic...Updates

In the last month I have received lots of messages like "when is so and so being updated" "are you finishing ____" but on these same works, as I'm busting my ass, no one comments, no one reblogs and there's like 4 likes. Many of these messages don't even start with a greeting either.

Sooooo if readers are so ardent to see something, if you are actually reading it, if you want to support the author, how about showing some signs of life? Even if you just go anon and throw a bunch of emojis in their mailbox, that's good too! You can stay anon and be like " hey i really am enjoying that fic" - trust me, you will make the author smile.

One of the issues with this liking only thing is we can't tell if our work is actually being read or valued. And it sucks. Honestly, I don't look at my notifications for likes anymore, I don't. It's discouraging and it feels like no one is reading anything, just blankly liking it as if this was instagram or twitter. Could I be wrong? Sure. Of course. I mean I like stuff to find it later in the day so we have systems right? But this is just me venting on my own page so I'm holding the mic...

All of this is to say, don't demand updates from creators. If you like something, great. If you are excited, great. We love it! I love a well intentioned message from someone excited for an update. Tone matters, don't be a dick, don't be entitled, don't be rude. A creator is sharing their work with you FOR FREE, shit if they want to take 5 months to update, let them take 5 months. if they want to drop it for now and write in a totally new fandom for a bit, let them live.

So, do we love your excitement for updates? YES. But don't be a dick about it, don't demand it. And when said work is posted, how about you hit that reblog button or leave a comment or send some keyboard smashing excitement to their mailbox as a "yay its here, thank you creator"

Now, minors and sketchy looking blank accounts…

We are tired. I AM TIRED. I have never in my life had to do so much followers-list maintenance and I took a break because that shit is exhausting. Please, if you are a minor, do not follow adult blogs, stop ignoring our warnings. if you are a blank blog, take some time to not have a sketchy looking blog. More on this topic in this post.

Next…Complaining how there is no new content

YES there is! Some of you only read works by big blogs and only read their work on certain characters. So no, you can't complain there is nothing new for you to read. Many people do not give other writers a chance and only go to 1-3 blogs as the “be all end all” for a fandom or said characters. There is nothing wrong with favorites. That’s not what I’m taking about here. Branch out, there are so many writers, so many creatives, so many stories. The big and popular blogs are not the only ones who have stories to tell and share. Give other people a damn chance.

Okay, that's all I have to say. If anyone is sick of hearing about any of this, I don’t care. You can filter it out or unfollow. All this needs to be said, so I said it. Not just for me, but for all the creators who are frustrated. And trust me, many, if not most are. Some have left already for the above reasons, plus other reasons. This place could end up without content, slowly, eventually if creators continue to leave. So many have already.

Another topic is inner fandom drama but I’m not gonna touch that. Just be kind to each other, don’t be an asshole. Try to keep these spaces enjoyable. For many of us, this is out little escape.

Arte

Writing round up / hiatus news

[yanbub]

realizing that you're the one for them

childe, diluc, kaeya and zhongli x gn!reader

hcs, sfw, fluff (?), no cws, 434 words

if u rb ilysm and you have my full respect

note: i couldnt write so i ate and i managed to write?? kinda weird but ig i have to eat some snack to write LMFAO. anyways how's my current writing style 🤠 i'm fine with criticism so don't be shy to send some in lolz. unedited as usual!!

childe ;

he knew it was you when he realized that he was jealous of you and zhongli’s relationship. childe knew it was friendship - you’ve told him many times about that but whenever he sees you so happy with zhongli, he can’t fight the sudden urge to grab your attention instead. childish, really. he was used to watching you from afar - admiring your actions (even if it causes him to be jealous) and whenever he’s right in front of you, the words that he rehearsed over and over again in his head won’t come out of his lips. was he that lovestruck?

diluc ;

diluc knew that you were the one for him when he noticed that you understood him for who he is. he isn’t cold hearted, he was far from that. diluc is just… a bit stiff when it comes to interacting; but if you give him enough time to adjust, he’s good to go! he was surprised at how you approached him with such ease - it’s like you knew how he was as a person in an instant. it makes him happy though, being understood is a simple dream but when you achieve it… it just makes you wanna happily jump and yell, no?

kaeya ;

the moment kaeya saves you from that mitachurl with an axe is the moment that he knew that you were the one. he wants to protect you from any harm that comes your way - although it’s a bit risky since kaeya does his job within the shadows of mondstadt, he hesitated if it was okay to initiate a relationship. in the end the two of you got together either way, if someone dares to destroy your relationship (or even harm you in the first place) they have to face with kaeya first. he doesn’t want to protect you just because you’re merely a resident of the city - he wants to protect you because you were someone who he holds close to his heart.

zhongli ;

as he thinks about it, zhongli knew that you were the one for him when you asked him to act as your boyfriend for a party with your friends. he wanted that act of pretending to be real - zhongli craved for that to happen. however, he had to wait. as desperate zhongli can be, he’s aware that he can’t just force his wants. if you were to reject him though, he’s fine with it. but you accepted him - zhongli’s happiness wasn’t easy to put into words when that happened. it was like, all his worries went away suddenly as it gets replaced with bliss.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

This blog does Male and Gender Neutral readers only however everyone is welcome here regardless of their identity.

Notable tags

#Anklebiters- Any content to do with kiddos including interacting or raising them

#Crossover- Twst + another fandom

#Dark Content- will have generally dark Content. I will tag additional things on top of it as well such as abuse, self harm, ect

#Drama/#Drama tw- any rants that may potentially lead to drama...

#Poly- any ask that asks for poly relationships

#Male Reader- For Male or Male implied reader

#Monster Mc- Mc is not (fully) human

#Not Twst- Off topic stuff

#Not Requests- Other posts that aren't fics

#Not Writing- Not writing lol.

#Pregnancy- Works with pregnancy or deal with it

#Tarantula Wizard Supremecy- a very cute au.

#Trans Reader- For Transgender Readers

#Questions- Questions about a request sent my way I don't understand

#Ships- Not x reader

#Shitposts- random memes and stuff

#You're My Friend Now- Any headcanon that involves MC adopting someone or someone adopting MC. Ex: Crewel and Crowley adopting MC as their own

#(trigger) tw- I always put the subject before a TW when discussing gross or trigger topics such as Dead Dove Tw, Suicide Tw, Self Harm Tw, Incest Mention Tw, ect.

General tags: #Ramshackle, #Yuu

General

This is safespace for Male and Enby readers, I do not write for female readers and I rarely write for feminine readers either.

All fics are GN reader unless stated otherwise.

Anyone can stay as long as they're cool

I don't do nsfw

I'm not a fan of writing passive or weak Yuus at all unless it's interesting. Yuu is already canonically weak and that's boring.

Writing/Blog Rules!

If you send in an ask with an image that isn't yours please credit the artist or list where you found it. It's unfair to the artist. I may not even post the ask and simply delete it.

I will delete old reqs and uninspiring reqs.

I do not have a character limit however please do not ask for the whole school!

I will write for the manga Yuus

So far I write for everyone including staff

Omegaverse is a no.

Please do not ask for super general things such as "A cutesy/shy MC" ect they're very difficult! Please be a bit more specific

I rarley write for body types as I do not think weight nor shape would matter along with most other physical attributes. The only time I can see it being a bigger deal if it's stuff like scars or even tattoos with how many of these boys are losers.

I dont do cheating Requests- unless is the reader being comforted after being cheated on. Cheating is cringe.

Platonic for Ortho and Cheka along with any other baby only.

No incest.

All characters are depicted as adults abt 18-30 ish because it's funnier to joke abt and gives more freedom for characters to do shit

If you try to start drama or send anon hate I'm deleting it.

FAQS

Q: Hi I love your work, is it okay if I make an OC for it?

Sure go ahead! I'm glad you enjoy my stuff!! No need for credit but I would appreciate being tagged so I may see ur creation :)

Q: May I write a fic based off yours?

No need to ask, go for it. I would appreciate if you tag me in it so I can read it too. People can have different takes with similar ideas. As long as you don't straight up plagiarize my stuff. Stuff like a great 7 yuu wasn't invented by me lol.

Q: May I spam likes/rbs???

Absolutely. I'd appreciate if you commented and left tags as well as they make my day

Q: Hey you explain things weird and blunt are you on the spectrum?

Yes I am.

Q: Where's the masterlist/taglist for ...?

Almost every work I write is immediately added to the masterlist. All of the Yuus and AUs are under Ramshackle. There are more general tags listed above and within masterlists. Like #Ramshackle.

Q: May I rant about an idea for ...?

Of course!

Q: May I vent?/I have a question about my sexuality/gender/ect.

Sure I guess, I'll listen. But I'd rather you dm me. This is a TWST blog after all.

Q: Did you write...?

Idk. If it's not in the tags or masterlist its a mystery to me.

Q: May I dm you?

Of course.

Q: I'm fem/fem-aligned/questioning. May I still interact?

Go for it.

Q: I sent in an ask and it wasn't answered.

There is a chance I didn't receive however sometime I get very overwhelmed by a lot of asks and delete some. Many asks also become repetitive or have nothing I can add.

Q: Who is Vinn/Mint?

My long lost husband and/or wife roommate.

Q: Wtf is that pride flag?

Rock eating pride flag cause my faves are stupid

Q: Can I tag you in???

I appreciate you all wanting to get to know me, but please stop tagging me in piccrews and quesionaires/ask memes. They're insanely long posts/not mobile friendly and I'm not interested in doing them. Please also stop tagging me in political stuff. I try not to get too political on here to begin with. This is a fanfic blog. Not a personal one. I like having my privacy.

It's still OK to Tag me in ur fics/fanart tho! I really appreciate those!

Q: Can I translate?

Yeah just give credit.

[sleepylostboy]

· Hii ·

I'm a 29 y.o. boygirl enby (any pronouns). This is my blog for kinky thoughts and yearning. I’m very subby, and bi/pan, but with a preference for dommes. Sadly I don’t have any sexual experience irl though.

TW for some hard kinks like kidnapping. I also sometimes vent about my mental health struggles, including mentioning self-harm and suicide. I try to limit it but… sorry in advance :(

Asks are welcome. As for DMs, I’m way too shy to ever message people first, but you’re always welcome to message me. It would be a big help to my social anxiety if you led the conversation though. I don’t want to sext, but mutuals can ask for cat pics, and maybe face pics if you really want.

DNI: Minors, pedophiles, bigots, genocide deniers, etc. I will block you if you don’t indicate that you are an adult.

Spam liking/rb is okay with me <3

Side blog for umm… harder/taboo kinks: @innocentlittlepet