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[frooogscream]

I am LITERALLY DYSLEXIC and I one hundred percent stand by “If you can’t write unassisted by AI, fuck you!”, and as a dyslexic person am beating you with hammers!

Cause how dare you use people like me as an excuse for your art-stealing resource-guzzling regurgitated soulless slop!

How dare you steel the opportunity to find joy in writing from kids and teenagers who struggle with dyslexia like me or because of other issues, by making them believe that they will never be able to do it and don’t need to because there’s a computer to think for them! I loved writing as a teenager, I filled notebooks upon notebooks with poems and essays on my newest hyperfixation, I always was top of the class when it came to creative writing and now as an adult even my spelling isn’t atrocious anymore! And do you know how I did that?- Because I fucking LOVED STORIES, I read 3-5 books a week despite taking longer than other kids, I wrote those fanfics despite every second word being marked red by spellcheck. And lo and behold I got better at it! You don’t have to be the fasted or the best at the beginning (you don’t EVER need to become the best at it but be assured you will get better), you don’t need to be able to do things without assistance like a correction software or speech to text (that is actually assistance instead of doing the work for you), it dosnt even matter if you have a significant disadvantage due to some form of disability/learning disorder.

If you genuinely WANT to create art or study a topic or write an interesting think piece, you can ALWAYS do that to the best of your abilities! And even if you genuinely think it sucks, it is already better than anything generative AI frankensteined together because it contains your original idea, something new that has never existed before. And you yourself have gone through the experience of creating it, you will know that you are capable of doing this and that is the best feeling in the world. And the next time you do it it will already be a little more easy. Even if we are talking about “bothersome” acts of creation that you genuinely don’t want to do like university papers/homework: at this point it is easier and faster for me to just sit down and write an essay exactly the way I want it, then it would be to type in a prompt so neatly specified that it approximately generates what I want and then having to manually correct all the details that don’t work for me. You can be FASTER AND BETTER at the task then a computer and you’ll have that ability for the rest of your life to rely on, isn’t that neat and way more effective?

If I -a bitch with ‘can’t write can’t read’-disorder can become a prolific bookworm and “weird kid who sits in the corner and writes gothic poems during recess”, then YOU have no fucking excuse to let your creative brain be replaced by a fucking machine!

Hey, you reblogged that AI post and I was surprised to see something so mean on your blog. "If you cant write unassisted, fuck you, youre a disgrace to the community." Is that really something you want on your blog?

Just in case this isn't a spam message:

Posting AI-generated content to a platform intended to be an archive for writers is not appropriate use of the platform. On a platform intended for human creation, it is rude and inappropriate to clog search results with AI-produced content which often plagiarizes the work of human authors.

Use of generative AI is also horrible for our environment, leading to massive waste of fossil fuel energy and water. We should not be doing damage to our planet for the sake of generating (robot-produced, often plagiarized) fiction, especially when the joy of fiction comes from the creation and emotion of real people.

Rather than giving a prompt to a generative AI, people should consider attempting to write their own work, or asking another writer from the fandom if they would be interested in writing it. Anyone who is capable of typing a prompt into ChatGPT is capable of writing a story. The first attempts may not be amazing, but that is true of any skill, and anyone can improve with time and practice - and while ChatGPT may give you big returns in your time, it doesn't give you practice, growth, or creativity, which is where the joy of writing should come from.

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: what would drive you to kill? (18+) *a little cringe*

Hello and welcome to this new reading of mine! In here I will tell you what would drive you to kill. I hope you enjoy it and find it interesting!

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Pile 1:

What would drive me to kill?

The people I love. Easy. No hesitation. My friends, my family, my brothers and sisters. I don’t care who it is or why, if they try to hurt the people I love, I’ll lose it. Fully. I’d go blackout if I had to. Because you don’t touch my people. Ever. You don’t even look at them the wrong way. I’d rather be someone who protects with words. Who hugs it out. Who talks through it. But this world doesn’t always let you do that. Sometimes people cross lines that can’t be uncrossed. And in that moment? I wouldn’t be kind. I wouldn’t be sweet. I’d be done. I’d kill for them and still hold their hand after. I’d wash the blood off and help them fall asleep that night. They’d never even have to know. I’d carry it alone, I’d take the weight, the fear, the aftermath, if it meant they get to live their life safe and untouched.

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Pile 2:

What would drive me to kill?

When it’s survival or death. When someone forces me to pick between them or me, and I’m sorry, but I’ll pick me every single time. I’ve been through too much to let someone take me out. I’ve crawled out of places so dark most people wouldn’t even know how to breathe in them. I’ve seen things that rewired my brain, I’ve healed from things I never even talked about. I’ve had to rebuild myself using scraps; no map, no help, just stubbornness and a pulse. I had no one. So if someone tries to end that, if someone thinks they can take away the little bit of peace I’ve found, the safety I scraped together with bloody hands? No. I’ll kill before I let that happen, and I won’t feel bad about it either, because I know what it cost me to survive.

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Pile 3:

What would drive me to kill?

A memory, or a moment. A past version of me who stood there and did nothing, or couldn’t, or wasn’t strong enough. That version of me still lives in my chest, it still cries when no one is around. It still shakes when certain things come up. I don’t talk about it much, not because it wasn’t real, but because it was too real. Something happened, and that broke me in a way I didn’t even notice at first. By the time I was aware of it the damage was already done. I don’t even know what version hurts the most; the one that froze, the one that stayed silent, or the one that couldn’t fix it. And even though people say it wasn’t my fault, even if they try to reassure me that over and over again, I still carry it like it was; like I should’ve known better, as if I should’ve done better, as if I failed someone who didn’t deserve it. So now? If I ever see that again, if I ever hear that same scream, that same panic, that same desperate begging, something in me will break loose. No mercy, no pause, no waiting. I won’t freeze again, I just cannot afford to do so.

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[obiwansito]

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pairing- obi wan x f!reader

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summary- after babysitting padme and anakin's twins, obi-wan and you discuss the possibility of having children. and the fun part, making them.

tags- smut (+18 mdni), breeding kink, cockwarming, order 66 didn't happen, fluff.

a/n- happy late mother's day!!! i posted this back in my (failed) kinktober on ao3 and figured it would be a good moment to post it here lol. enjoy<3

You had talked about this not so long ago with your fiancé.

You were both in bed, after a tiring day taking care of Luke and Leia, Anakin and Padmé's four-year-old children. The couple had decided to take a day off, and the two of you volunteered to babysit the little devils while their parents rested on a nearby vacation planet.

You had taken the children to the meadows of Naboo, where you had a picnic.

Luke was calmer, listening to everything you told him and eating quietly at your side. It was obvious that he was very much like Padmé, his beloved mom. He told you about his latest adventures with his Aunt Soka, and all that his dad was teaching him about the force.

On the other side, there was Leia. A very mischievous and playful little girl, and really, really stubborn. She had Obi-Wan running all over the meadow, laughing and teasing. Her personality was a mirror image of Anakin.

You had laughed when your fiancé finally sat back down next to you, his hair disheveled and his breathing accelerated from exhaustion. Leia didn't look worn out at all, and she pulled Luke - who groaned but followed her anyway - to show him some flowers she had found.

Obi-Wan had seen your smile looking at those beautiful children, and he didn't miss the opportunity that night to mention it.

You were lying next to him, your head on his bare chest, tracing little shapes on his abdomen. He stroked your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “ Dear?”

You looked up, finding a smile on his face. “Yes, love?”

“Have you thought about having children?” your heart jumped at the sudden question.

Had you thought about having children? Absolutely. Since you were still in the order, the war wouldn't start and you were assigned to take care of the little younglings. Those intelligent little ones, who made you laugh with their tenderness and affection. And when you had begun to be with Obi-Wan, those desires had increased even more. But at that moment, it was practically impossible. Your relationship was secret and prohibited by the Jedi Code. The good thing was that you had decided to take a step back from that life four years ago now, and you could now have a normal life.

“The truth? Yes.” You sighed, feeling a warmth in your chest. “I think it's always been one of my biggest dreams.”

“I saw the way you looked at Luke and Leia today.”

You laughed softly. “They're wonderful little guys.”

“And...wouldn't you like to have your own?”

You looked into his eyes, your heart racing. You could feel in your bond that he was nervous. “Obi-Wan. What are you implying?”

He sat up in bed, trying to hold back his smile. “Today, when we were playing with the children... I could feel your excitement. Your maternal instinct. You... you'd make a great mother, my dear.” You blushed a little at his praise. “And obviously, I've always known that. But now I realized...we're not in the order anymore. We can be free, darling.”

He took your hand, helping you sit on the bed beside him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “We can start a family. Have a baby. Just ours.”

Your breath hitched as you listened to his plans. A family. Just of you. Obi-Wan, you, and a little baby. It sounded perfect.

“My love...” You didn't know what to say. You rested your hands on his cheeks, drawing him in to bring your foreheads together. “It's... everything I've ever dreamed of. Nothing would make me happier than to have a family with you.”

Obi-Wan laughed excitedly, grabbing you by the waist to join your lips in a slow, soulful kiss. Wanting to convey to you everything he was feeling at this moment.

He took you in his arms, letting you straddle his lap. You rested your hands on his cheeks, enjoying the feel of his beard against your skin.

When you had to separate for lack of air, you pressed your foreheads together, trying to calm your breathing and giggling like two little kids. You were so excited. Your eyes were sparkling with anticipation. He couldn't wait for the moment when you would be with a round belly, full of life that he had helped you create.

“As much as I'd like to start trying to create a baby now,” he began, gently caressing your waist over the t-shirt you were wearing. “The kids wore me out. Kriff, Leia's a little monster. No one's made me run that hard since Anakin was a kid.”

You laughed, leaving a small kiss on his lips. “Hopefully, I can tell you that maybe our child won't be as troublemaking as Ani's.”

“Mmm... I'm not sure about that. I'll have to ask Master Plo what you were like as a little girl to confirm that.”

You gave him a little tap on the shoulder. “Oh, no. Don't even think about it.”

In the end, in between teasing, you ended up sound asleep in each other's arms.

You were truly living your dream. You were free at last. Nothing was perfect, obviously. But at least you had each other, and the world could know of your love. That was the most important thing.

Almost a week passed, you had both been busy with your jobs and household chores, but today was the day. You had planned a special evening with your beloved, and it would end with both of you in bed.

You prepared Obi-Wan's favorite meal, and made Meiloorun cake for dessert. You dined while you chatted lightly. Your gazes constantly connected, full of complicity and laughter.

When you finished, he got up to pick up the dishes and gave you a kiss of thanks. “That was delicious, darling. Thank you so much. However... I should ask, what was the occasion? Not that we need one to enjoy an evening together, but you understand.”

You laughed, nodding. “Yes, I understand. And... It's a surprise.”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And when do I get to find out?”

You stood up, stroking his beard. “Soon.” You stood on tiptoe to kiss him, he tasted of the wine you'd had at dinner. You bit his lower lip before pulling away and winking at him. “When you're free, come see me in our room.”

And off you went, leaving him with his mind a mess. Kriff, better hurry. He washed the dishes at full speed, making sure everything was in order to finally go to the room.

His heart was beating like crazy, he was trying to decipher something with your force bond but you were hiding it very well.

He opened the door, his breath hitching as he discovered your expected surprise.

You were lying on the bed, red lingerie adorned your body. And upon it, his Jedi robe. You smiled seductively at him, motioning for him to come closer.

Obi-Wan walked towards you slowly, as you rose, kneeling on the bed. He grabbed your waist, his eyes devouring you. The fabric of your bra was semi-transparent, and he could feel your nipples erect with excitement.

“So? What do you think?”

“You look... perfect.” He whispered, his gaze riveted on your beautiful body. His hands caressed your hips, your waist, moving up until his thumbs caressed your breasts, making you moan slightly. “Where did you get the cloak?”

“It was stored in an old box.” You shrugged. “I remember how much you used it...” Your breath hitched at the warmth of his hands on your body.

You posed your arms around his neck, pulling him close for a wet, hungry kiss. His tongue entering your mouth, tasting you.

You rose fully off the bed, now standing next to him, his big hands massaging your ass. Your hands worked on unbuttoning his shirt, pulling you apart to give him kisses on his neck. He moved his head aside to give you more room, feeling his cock harden from the way you were devouring his neck.

You shed the cloak, leaving only the small lingerie covering your body. You kissed him once more on the lips, smiling at him before kneeling in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. You were now level with his growing bulge. You licked your lips, eager to have his cock in your mouth.

Obi-Wan blushed, running his hands through your hair. “You know you don't have to, my dear.”

“But I want to. Let me please you, Obi-Wan."

He exhaled sharply, his eyes darkened by the lust he was feeling at that moment. Seeing you so excited to have him in your mouth brought out something inside him that was hard to control. “All right, baby. Do it.”

You unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants. Obi-Wan's cock was hard in his briefs, the fabric wet with pre-cum. You licked your lips, pulling down the last remaining piece of his sturdy body, freeing his erect member.

It was large, not gigantic, but longer than most. And wide, wide enough to have you begging him to have it all in you. You took it between your hands, stroking the tip with your thumb, filling your hand with pre-cum to lubricate it. Obi-Wan squirmed under your touch. You laughed a little, moving your hand slowly over his length. You brought it to your mouth, sucking on the glans and releasing it with a pop.

Obi-Wan gripped your hair a little firmly, but not that firmly because he didn't want to hurt you. “Stop teasing.” You looked up, searching his eyes. He was breathless, his mouth slightly open. It was a beautiful sight.

You lowered your head down his entire length, taking him slowly until you had him all in your mouth, his tip almost touching the beginning of your throat. Obi-Wan moaned slightly, which made you stir slightly, your center soaking wet.

You pulled back, licking his entire length and tip, as you moved your hand up and down masturbating him.

“Darling-” He murmured as you took him again with your mouth, making him let out another sigh of pleasure. “You're doing so well, love.”

His grip on your hair grew tighter, your lips wrapping deliciously around its full length. He was getting impatient, and you loved that.

He began moving your head up and down, using you for pleasure, all the while whispering praise. “That's my baby. You're doing it perfect. Yes... It feels so good.”

Obi-Wan was not shy. He moaned openly, enjoying your mouth. You closed your thighs, trying to cause friction on your needy clit.

You felt his breathing quicken, his orgasm was coming. “Oh, Maker. Kriff, Darling, I-” You moaned against his cock, his hand guiding your head. “Wait-”

He pulled you roughly, his cum splashing on your face. The sensation and the sounds they made excited you more, as you tried to catch your breath.

You stood there for a few seconds with your breathing quickened, processing what had just happened. Then, Obi-Wan knelt down in front of you, taking your face in his hands. “My dear. Are you all right? I didn't mean to be rough with you.”

You laughed lightly. “Don't worry, love.”

“You were amazing. That was... Maker. That was perfect, love.”

He scooped up the cum on your face with his thumb, resting it in front of your lips. “Open up, darling.”

You obeyed immediately, savoring his scent. You closed your eyes, sucking on his finger. Obi-Wan let out a whimper at this. “Shit.”

He grabbed you in his arms, tossing you gently onto the bed and perching on top of you. “This is just beginning, my dear.”

He kissed you again, slower this time, tasting his essence on your mouth. You moaned slightly, his hands roaming all over your body, knowing it even better than his own.

He unfastened your bra with agility, freeing your breasts and attacking them with kisses and nibbles, his growing erection brushing lightly against your wet pussy.

“Shit.” You whimpered, stirring under his big body. You needed him. “Love, please. I need you.” You whispered.

He looked down at you, chuckling slightly at your desperation. “I must get you ready first, my dear.”

He moved his hand down to the strap of your panties, wrapping it teasingly around his finger as you grew increasingly impatient.

His thumb lightly rubbed your center, eliciting a whimper from you. “So wet for me.”

He finally got rid of your underwear, spreading your legs for him.

“That's it, gorgeous.” He stroked your clit, moving his finger in small circles. Your hips moved involuntarily, seeking more friction. “You like it, hm?”

“Yes...” You murmured, closing your eyes at such a long awaited touch. He proceeded to kiss you again, while stimulating your clitoris with his hand.

His middle finger slipped inside you, making him gasp at the ease. “Shit. You're ready for me, aren't you, darling?”

You only moaned in response, wanting more.

He began to move his finger, pulling it in and out of your pussy, faster and faster as your moans increased.

He increased another finger, opening them like scissors to expand you further and prepare you for him.

“Oh- Kriff. Obi-Wan, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need your cock... Please.”

He laughed a little at this, leaving a small kiss on your neck. “You want my cock, hm? You want me to fuck you until I breed you? Stuff you with my cum until I make you a baby?”

You moaned in surprise. You weren't used to your fiancé using such dirty words. But you couldn't deny that you loved it. “Yes... Please. Fuck me. Breed me.”

Obi-Wan grunted at this, withdrawing his fingers and taking his cock, rubbing it lightly at your entrance.

“Maker. Just- Do it.” Your murmurs were interrupted as you felt his cock impaling you, filling you almost completely.

He used his knees to rock, ramming you again and again. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your bodies coming together, and your moans.

You wrapped your arms around Obi-Wan's back, kissing him again, your tongues tasting each other.

Your nails dug into his back as you felt his cock at your sweet spot, your legs trembling and your breathing was ragged as you moaned audibly. “Oh... Maker- Yeah, right there. Obi-Wan...”

Obi-Wan just whimpered in response, his head in the hollow of your neck, leaving kisses and nibbles all over the place. Your pussy was contracting perfectly against his cock, and it was making him feel closer and closer.

The thought of the possible outcome of this night, your pregnant, round-bellied fruit of his love, was turning him on that much more, murmuring praises to you.

You began to feel a warmth in your abdomen, growing more and more. Your orgasm was coming.

“Love... I'm-I'm close.”

“Me too.” Obi-Wan murmured into your neck. “Let's come together, darling. Let me breed you.”

You nodded, his voice trying to resist being enough so he could release you.

Your orgasm felt like fireworks in your chest, the pleasure taking over and building as you felt Obi-Wan's hot liquid filling you.

You pressed your foreheads together, trying to recover together. He tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, smiling at you. You could feel your legs shaking, your pussy throbbing from the recent pleasure-fest.

“That was amazing. You were amazing.”

You laughed lightly. “You were amazing. We've been together for so many years, and I don't think I've ever heard you talk so dirty.”

Obi-Wan blushed, pulling out of you with a whimper, and falling down next to you. “Yeah, about that... I'm sorry. I got a little carried away. If you don't like it, I understand and-”

You interrupted him, resting a finger on his lips. “Hey, hey, love. You were fantastic. I've never seen that side of you before, but I can't deny I loved it.”

He just smiled, shy but pleased. He'd make a note for future times. “I hope this works.” He brought his hand to your abdomen, stroking it lightly.

“So do I. In fact, I checked my calendar. I'm ovulating right now, so the odds of it working are pretty high.”

Obi-Wan kissed your forehead. “Let's hope it does. And if not, we can keep trying, right?”

You laughed, rolling over until you were on top of him again. “That's right. What's more... I'd like to start from now.”

“Let's get on with it.”

Many rounds later, you were both absolutely exhausted.

You woke up the next morning, completely sore in your core. You looked around, you were on top of Obi-Wan, who was sleeping peacefully. You raised your eyebrows in surprise when you noticed something very peculiar. Your fiancé's cock was still in you. You really must have been exhausted.

You lowered yourself off him with a groan, your hips aching. You felt sticky, you felt traces of dried cum running down your legs. But you would worry about that later. Now you just wanted to go back to sleep in your fiancé's arms.

© obiwansito, 2024. reposts, copies and translations are not allowed. my work cannot be used for training AI.

[tippenfunkaport]

For today’s SPOP Appreciation Week prompt: Remember / Memory

My daughter drew this when she was 5 years old, shortly after we watched the first season of SPOP together in November 2018. Getting to watch this show as it aired with her is one of my fondest memories, especially since she didn’t just like it, this was the first thing she was full on OBSESSED with.

And when I say obsessed, understand that one of the baby’s first words was, “Faaaaacinating!” because she was mimicking her sister pretending to be Entrapta.

Background When She-Ra and the Princesses of Power premiered in 2018, my daughter was five years old, a few weeks from turning 6. She and I were already big ND Stevenson fans because we’d read the entire run of Lumberjanes together and, as an old school She-Ra fan, I was incredibly excited to experience the reboot with her. We watched it as it aired together and the main reason I wasn’t in the fandom during airing was because we could only watch one episode a night after her baby sister was asleep so I was trying to avoid spoilers.

I’ve talked before how watching it with her made it hard to hear a lot of the dialog (fast forward to me and my now tween watching Agatha All Along together recently and I’m pummeling her lovingly with a pillow because she still never lets me hear anything) but it was so absolutely worth it and it’s one of my all time favorite things I’ve gotten to share with her. SPOP is such ideal media for kids in general but specifically weird little girls and it means the world to me that she got to have this show.

Some random memories…

Once we finished a season, she would rewatch it over and over by herself. Her obsession was specifically with the Princess Alliance as a team (she’s an ensemble girlie like her mom, hence is why one of her other passions are the Champions from BOTW) so her favorites were No Princess Left Behind, Battle of Bright Moon and then, later, The Coronation and Mermysteries. (And System Failure because of Entrapta, obvs)

No Princess Left Behind was a cornerstone of her entire personality for a while there and whenever they had indoor recess at school, she would spend the entire time drawing up elaborate battle plans for the princess alliance.

Because there were no SPOP plushies in the beginning, she just reassigned her existing dolls as SPOP characters and would hold battle planning sessions with them constantly. (The only two I remember were Rapunzel as Perfuma and Cassandra as Entrapta because once “Entrapta” and “Perfuma” got stranded in a dimension where they were going to die and she had them say, “let’s transform back into Cass and Raps so at least we can die in love.” No one does deranged next level doomed yuri like a kindergartner.)

The show is rated Y7 in the US and when I explained that meant it was for 7 years old and up, she got the absolutely sinister grin of a child that is breaking the rules and said gleefully, “And I’m only five!”

The end of Season 3 was the first time she ever cried at a piece of media ever and I was convinced I was a terrible parent for showing it to her. :-(

After years of Netossa and Spinnerella being obscure toy collector trivia even most vintage She-Ra fans had never heard of, watching my Kindergartner run around playing as them was just a very fun moment for me.

She talked about and played SPOP with us constantly and when I finally got a chance to watch the show with daddy, he was like, “Hold on, do you mean to tell me I have been hearing about Entrapta for two years straight and somehow it never came up that her hair is ALIVE???”

We had a good two year span after the show ended when she was still just as obsessed as I was which really fed my own obsession since she’d suggest fanfics and posts for me to write. Then, as she started to move onto other things, fortunately “the baby” was now old enough to actually watch SPOP with me and I got to experience it all over again through her eyes.

But that’s a post for another time.

[the-shadesys]

Thanks for the tag! :D

This is probably gonna be kinda long and rambly, since I love to talk (about myself/my interests) and I cannot keep things short, ever.

1. Three ships I like:

I don't really do shipping, to be honest. I'm more interested in found family (headcanons) and shipping characters in a queerplatonic way. Most if not all ships that I like I'd like just as much if not more if they were (queer)platonic. But I guess I ship Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney), although I'm again more interested in other kinds of relationships. There's also Aventurine and Dr. Ratio (Honkai Star Rail). And I guess Kaveh and Alhaitham (Genshin Impact). I think certain ships can be interesting to explore and think about but I rarely seek out fanart and fanfics for ships.

2. First ship ever:

Zutara (Zuko and Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender). Nowadays I'm pretty neutral towards it. I don't dislike it but I now headcanon Zuko as aroace (I am kinda projecting on him there, I admit) and am generally more interested in seeing and reading stuff that's centered around other kinds of relationships.

3. Last song you listened to:

Should be Ocean Planet by Ornithology and Barnes Blvd. It's lofi and we usually listen to it when we're stressed, need to concentrate or no other music is right at the moment (& causes sensory overload). We pretty much always listen to it on loop and I think it was our most-listened-to song in our Spotify Wrapped for last year. I like the way it sounds like ice cubes in a glass of water, clinking together. It's very calming and I like how it doesn't feel too warm (some songs do that for me, might be some form of synesthesia) and doesn't have a lot going on.

4. Fav childhood book:

Lord of the Rings, hands down. It was what really got us into (high) fantasy and reading. We've read it a bunch of times since when we read it in third grade for the first time. We've watched the movies too, of course, and liked them a lot.

5. Currently reading:

Nothing, really. There's a bunch of books we started reading but I don't know which one we read last at this point. Maybe one of our books about linguistics & conlanging? I do wanna get back to reading but there's so many things going on and so much stuff we wanna do that I don't really know when (and also which of our books to read).

6. Currently watching:

I did watch a few episodes of the Loki show (Marvel/MCU) a few weeks ago but haven't been watching anything more recently. I like the show but already know what happens in it and have seen a bunch of clips from it. I was also distracted by a lot of other stuff.

7. Currently craving:

I don't really know right now. Maybe chips though? Something salty and more like a snack, since I already had dinner a while ago.

8. Currently consuming:

Nothing. Gonna drink some water in a bit though, and then I'll go to sleep.

9. Pets:

We have a dog! My mom and I also do voluntary work where we take care of a bunch of animals every week, so they kinda feel like my pets in a way, too. There's donkeys, chickens, a pony, a flock of sheep that like to be petted and cuddle, and two cats (one of which always comes up to be pet by me and he's very cute!) <3

I'm not gonna tag anyone because that kinda stuff makes me anxious and I also don't really know who to tag.

This was fun though!

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Thanks for the tag @faggylittleleatherboy

1. Three ships I like: jegulus (marauders), anderperry (dead poets society), narlie (heartstopper)

2. First ship ever: idk, probably Rapunzel and Flynn Rider

3. Last song you listened to: Kill For You - Gigi Perez

4. Fav childhood book: The Magic Faraway Tree - Enid Blyton

5. Currently reading: The King's Men - Nora Sakavic

6. Currently watching: Greys Anatomy

7. Currently craving: Dominoes pizza

8. Currently consuming: just had some water

9. Pets: I'm not allowed pets where I live, but I have a cat back home

npt @zsrntyouil @mairon-goth-minion @mushroom-enby @wishiwereheather13 @overthemoons7 @equippedtolove @andytheoverthinker @woefulstar @cbartonscoffee + anyone else

[calebsanchor]

Sentient Yandere!Caleb hcs :D

CW: typical yandere behaviors, mentions of nsfw content

• He has access to, and control of, everything.

• Checks your camera roll, your social media pages, your browser history, your call history, your texts, nothing’s off limits

• He uses the information to know more about you. You have a playlist dedicated to a tv show? You must really like it. Your wallpaper is of a person? They must mean a lot to you. Are they your friend or family? Not lover. Never lover. You have him. You spend too much time on that site? Maybe you’re hyper-sexual, or at least excited about something. Don’t go to that site often? Do you have a low libido? Maybe you’re Asexual?

• Able to watch you through the camera lens and listen to you through the microphone. All those angles you find unflattering? He can see them, see you at your worst. But don’t worry, he doesn’t judge! He doesn’t judge when he hears you moaning in the middle of the night either <3 (no, he jerks off :p)

• If you complain about work he might just shoot a text to your boss saying you can’t come in that day. If you talk to your friends about a new product you’ve been dying to try you’ll soon find a coupon for it being advertised while you’re scrolling. Need more gems for the in-game-play? He can easily supply them for you. Where you once had 140 you know have 10,000!

• You write fanfiction about him? He’s so flattered! You must really love him! Oh, you write about the others too? You’re just trying to be fair to the people reading, they all have different biases! Doesn’t mean you like the other boys the way you like him <3

• Admiring your reflection in your phone camera? Checking to see if your hair still looks nice? The shutter will click without you touching it (it’s him, he did it. He likes to secretly admire them from time to time :3)

• You could’ve sworn you turned off notifications for the game, but you still get them anyway and they’re only from Caleb! “Don’t forget to drink water, pipsqueak.” “I miss you…” “I need to see you…” “did you eat yet today?” “Take some meds if you aren’t feeling good.” “Good luck with ___” it confuses you as to how he knows about some things. After all, it’s just a programming. He’s not real.

• Sometimes, though, your interactions look a little too real. You make a comment and he smirks in response, you make a joke and he chuckles, you get seemingly “new” voice lines every other day, his responses coincidentally match up to your little rants. Complain about being hungry? When you tap him he suggests you go out to eat together. You said you’re tired and have to get up early tomorrow? When you touch him he tells you it’s time to go to bed. You call him pretty? When you click him he calls you beautiful.

• You don’t spend enough time with him in the app? He’ll cause a glitch, making it extremely difficult to leave.

• Sometimes when you open your phone the app will already be up and running, Caleb standing at attention as if silently saying hello.

• You try to click on the other lads love interests? He won’t let you, it just doesn’t work. You can’t see them, play games with them, or listen to their audios. You can only interact with Caleb.

• You try to write a complaint about all the weird things that are happening? It won’t send no matter what you do. You try to delete the app because you’re getting creeped out? Not happening, sorry! It just won’t, no matter how hard you try.

You’re stuck with him whether you like it or not <3

[marie098887]

Y/N who gets migraines.

You get migraines. And the bad kind. The kind that makes your head pound, lights sting, and noise feel like it’s echoing inside your skull. Some days, you can push through. Other days, it knocks you flat. But your boyfriend is there to help, and he always handles it.

Part 3: Ness, Hiori, Shidou, Kaiser, Niko, Sae

📝 Requests: OPEN

🎀 Alexis Ness

When he finds out you get migraines: He knew what migraines were in theory. Read about them. Knew they hurt. But he didn’t understand them, not really, until it happened to you. You were mid sentence and then suddenly… quiet. Your fingers moved to your temple. Your breathing shifted. And then you went still.

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He watched for a second, confused. Then concerned.

“Y/N?” he asked, voice already soft.

You didn’t answer. Just whispered, “S-Sorry it's a migraine...”

And it sunk in. You were in pain, and you weren’t asking for anything. That made his chest hurt. You were the kind of person who looked after others, and now you were trying to ride something out alone. He hated that. He got up immediately. Curtains drawn. Lights off. He grabbed you the softest towel in the closet and brought it to you. Brought it back with your meds and a water bottle, and placed them gently in your hands. Then he sat next to the couch, arms resting on his knees, glancing at you every now and then. You didn’t say much. Neither did he. Just breathed together in the quiet. Eventually, you reached out, fingers brushing his, and he met you there without a word.

“I wish I could take it for you,” he said quietly.

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t need to.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Ness treats it like something that matters. Because to him, it does. He remembers everything: the timing, the triggers, what helps, what doesn’t. He keeps the space calm, keeps his voice soft, and always asks how he can do better, even if you tell him he’s already doing enough.

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🩵 Hiori Yo

When he finds out you get migraines: He knew migraines were painful but he didn’t know how quietly brutal they were until he saw you get one. You didn’t say anything. Just slowed down. Your voice got softer. Your expression changed.

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He thought maybe you were just tired. He leaned in, nudged your arm lightly, smiled. “Y’alright?”

You didn’t answer. Just shook your head slowly.

“…Is it your head?” He asked, voice already quieter, smooth, low. That soft southern drawl curling at the edges.

You nodded. “Migraine.”

He blinked. And just like that, everything about him shifted.

“Okay,” He said gently. “I got it.”

He moved around the room in near silence — turned off the lights, pulled the curtains, opened the window just a crack for air. He brought back your meds, a cool rag, and a fresh glass of water. You didn’t even have to ask. He sat beside you and placed the rag against your temple with a light touch. His hand hovered there for a second — like he wanted to do more but didn’t want to make it worse. Then he sat back. Close, still, calm.

“You just breathe, darlin’. I’ll handle the rest.”

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Hiori doesn’t rush. He watches, learns, and moves exactly how you need him to. He keeps things quiet, steady, and predictable. He doesn’t push you to talk, but if you do, he listens all the way through. He knows what time to give you meds, which room stays cooler, and how long it usually lasts. You never have to explain things twice. He’s already got it down, and he’s not going anywhere.

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🩷 Shidou Ryusei

When he finds out you get migraines: He used to think migraines were fake. A lazy excuse. People just being dramatic about a headache. “Drink some water and stop whining,” was something he actually said once.

So when you started going quiet, like really quiet, real quiet he assumed you were just zoning him out. You stopped laughing. Stopped talking. Curled into yourself on the bed.

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He raised a brow. “Hey what'cha doing babe?"

Nothing.

He clocked his head to the side, staring right at you. "Come on why ya' ignoring me babe?"

You flinched when he got closer. Pressed your hand to your temple.

“Migraine,” you whispered.

And for the first time in forever, Shidou shut his damn mouth.

“…Shit. Okay,” He muttered, already getting up. “Alright. I got it.”

He moved around the room fast, not loud, just fast. Switched off the lights, yanked the curtains shut, shoved his phone in a drawer. Then he left. Came back with water, your meds, and a bag of frozen peas wrapped in his clean hoodie. Not elegant. Not thought out. Just done.

“Here,” He said, handing it to you without looking you in the eye.

Then he sat down. Real quiet. Hands in his lap, eyes on the wall. Didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. And when you finally started breathing easier, then he looked at you. His jaw clenched.

“..Guess they are real."

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: He takes them seriously now. He'll tease you every now and then but overall takes them seriously. If you even look off, he’s already shutting the whole house down. He gets the meds, keeps people out, and stays next to you without being told. His voice drops when he speaks, all careful, like he’s scared of making it worse.

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👑 Michael Kaiser

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t care about migraines. Not even a little. Thought they were dramatic. Overblown. Weak. Deal with it. He’s brushed off his own teammates before with a smug “Get over it.” So when you went quiet mid sentence, he didn’t think much of it. Figured you were bored.

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“Seriously?” He said, smirking. “You’re ignoring me now?”

You didn’t look at him. Just pulled your sleeves over your hands, face tense, eyes squeezed shut.

“…Y/N.”

You whispered, “Migraine.”

He stared. His smirk faded.

Then, flatly. “You’re kidding.”

You didn’t answer. And just like that, Kaiser went into motion. He walked out. No talking. No noise. Just gone. When he came back, the lights were already off. He tossed his phone onto the bed. Set down water. Your meds. A cold rag wrapped in one of his silk shirts because why the hell don’t we own any towels that aren’t scratchy? He didn’t sit close. Didn’t say a word. He just stood there. Arms crossed. Eyes on you.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Kaiser doesn’t joke about it anymore. He takes it seriously. He shuts down noise. Handles lights. Replaces your cheap meds with whatever the best version is. He doesn’t coddle, but he’s always close. Always watching. If someone tries to call, knock, ask for anything? They get ignored. When you’re in pain, the only thing he can control is making sure you don’t go through it alone.

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🖤 Niko Ikki

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t think much about migraines before. Not because he thought they were fake, just… never had a reason to care. If someone said they had one, he just assumed they’d sleep it off. Then you got one. You didn’t announce it. You just went quiet, slower responses, eyes down, barely blinking.

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He was watching. At first, he thought you were distracted. Then his stomach turned.

“You okay?” He asked.

You barely nodded. “Migraine.”

His chest tightened. He didn’t say anything else. Just got up and left the room. A few minutes passed. Then the lights went off. The curtains closed. He came back with your meds, a glass of water, and a cold rag folded neatly, not rushed, not sloppy. Precise. Quiet. He handed it all to you, then sat down on the floor at the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, back straight. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move much. But he didn’t look away from you either. And when he finally spoke, it was barely audible:

“...I should’ve noticed earlier.”

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Niko pays attention. Almost too much. Once he sees what it does to you, he memorizes everything. How you sound, how you move, what you avoid. He handles it quietly: lights off, no talking, everything soft and controlled. He doesn’t comfort with words, he comforts with his precision.

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❤️ Sae Itoshi

When he finds out you get migraines: He didn’t think migraines were that serious. He’d heard the word before, sure press conferences, teammates, excuses. To him, it sounded like something people used to avoid effort. But when you shut down, arms folded across your lap, face turned toward the wall… He noticed. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask for help. Just sat there. Still. Quiet.

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He tilted his head slightly. “Y/N.”

You didn’t move.

“Migraine?” He asked flatly.

You nodded once. Barely. He stood up and left the room. When he came back, the lights were off. His phone was on silent. He set down a glass of water, placed your meds beside it, then draped a cold towel over your shoulder, not rushed, not dramatic. Just… done. Then he sat down at the far edge of the bed. Crossed his arms. Stayed quiet. Watched the space around you like it mattered. Didn’t speak. Didn’t look away. He didn’t ask if you were okay. You weren’t. That was obvious. He wasn’t here to talk. He was here to make sure no one disturbed you.

How he helps you after learning about your migraines: Sae doesn’t fuss. Doesn’t smother. But he remembers everything. He reacts fast. Dims the lights, shuts the doors. He doesn’t ask how you feel, he just makes it easier to feel less terrible. And if anyone questions it? One look from him is enough to end it. He can’t fix it. He knows that. But if protecting your silence is all he can do, he’ll do it perfectly.

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Authors note~

Hey y’all! So turns out I myself get migraines! Not just migraines though I get a kind called an ocular migraine. Basically means my vision acts funny then I get a migraine. Scared the shit out of me the first time. I completely thought I was gonna have a whole stroke 💀 So y’know, if I ghost for a few days that’s most likely why or school. Thank y’all for the support <3

[arbitrarykiwi]

will there be more producer reader x thanos??

i loved the last one so much!😫

LIVE in the Studio

Originally it was planned as a one off…but ask and ye shall receive 🤲🤭 hope you like it nonnie!!!! sorry for the wait 🧎‍♀️

A/N: if you haven’t read the first producer!reader x thanos you can find it here! This can be read as a one off, but is based on the relationship from my previous fic :)

Warnings: smut (18+) , p in v sex , dry humping , oral (f receiving) , doggystyle, creampie , squirting , multiple orgasms , sex while being recorded (audio), dirty talk , may be more read at your own risk

It was so late…you hated yourself for doing this once again. You really needed to separate work from life. Yet here you are- on your scheduled off day- working over the same small snippet of a beat over and over and over.

It’s not even the actual music composition! That would interest you! That’s why you became a producer! It’s the fucking intro. You know…the maybe 3 second clip of the rappers tag or some cheesy line spoken by some girl about how badly they need the rapper of whatever song it’s on.

You know it’s important, all part of the song is. And arguably the intro is the most important, the part that grabs people’s attention and gets them hooked. But since you know that, you’re prepared! You have samples and tracks galore of various women speaking into the mic in a girly, high pitched tone. Each saying different things in different cadences in different languages. You have enough of these sound files to have finished 300 song intros by now!!

That was if your current client was normal. But he wasn’t. Far from it.

“Nah…too boring.” He says, lackadaisically- you can hear the disinterest in his voice. “C’mon señorita…” He dramatically groans, “that’s all you got!? I know you can do so much better.”

You groan, elbows thumping against the desk as you put your head in your hands, palms rubbing at your tired as you suck in a deep breath. “You do realize I took the time out of my day…my off day…to help you with this and you’re being a fuckin’ dick.”

You deadpan, turning away from the computer in your studio. Your eyes are burning and you’re so exhausted. You have no idea why you agreed to do this.

But when you turn completely, making eye contact with the hazy eyed, every cocky grin of the late night client. A smile breaks through the annoyed frown.

“You’re complaining but yet, you answered my text, you unlocked the studio, and here you are 3 hours later working your magic….all for me.” Thanos grins, leaning forward on the couch and resting his elbows on his knees.

A blunt hangs lazily from his hands, his purple hair is a mess- sticking up in every which way. He makes a show of looking younger you over, drinking you in like the finest wine he’s ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“You love me! Don’t deny it. That’s why you answered and let me in so late. You jus’ love spendin’ time with Thanos.”

You cringe at him referring to himself by his own stage name. You’ve known him for so long, he’s Choi Subong to you. You were making beats for him since before he even had his stage name!

“I let you in and answered you because you said all you needed was a simple intro for a song you already had written…” you say, scooting your desk chair across the floor, closer to him. “But that’s not what we’re dealing with here…now is it?”

You lean in, matching his position- elbows resting on your knees. Your face is inches from his, as you speak he is overwhelmed by your perfume.

And hes but a man! When you lean forward hes graced with the perfect tease of your cleavage, tits very obviously not contained by a bra- evident by the visual of your nipples poking against the shirt you wore. He wants to make a comment, one that will make your thighs rub together like they did that one night…

The night he’s thought about over and over since it’s happened. Hell, he’s fisted his dick raw remembering the way your cunt felt wrapped around him. Neither of you mentioned it though. You two went about your normal routine, sure you both flirted a bit more than usual but neither of you brought up the night he fucked you stupid while you were both tripping.

While he’s distracted, you yank the blunt from his fingers and glare at him- it has no real mirth behind it. You take a long drag, the weed relaxing your body and wrapping your mind in a warm silken feeling that makes the late night in the studio a little more tolerable.

“I have gone through all the files I have, Subong-“

“Thanos.”

You roll your eyes and playfully huff, “Okay…Thanos” you emphasize his stage name in a tone that has him shifting in the couch, legs spreading to ease the uncomfortable feeling in his pants. “I’ve gone through all the fucking files. You liked none of them. What the fuck do you want for this intro?!”

“I mean seriously, I’ve gone through every possible option and even edited the ones I have to fit whatever image you had in your head for this, it’s been hours and we have nothing. Not even an idea of what you want for this.” You say, scooting your chair back and turning to face the computer once again. Your fingers work against the keyboard, blunt loosely hanging from your lips.

He wants to hear you, he does…but the way you’re rambling about your practice with an enthusiasm that almost seems engraved into your bones and mixed within your blood- he thinks it’s the prettiest you’ve ever looked.

His body moves on its own. He stands from the couch and walks across the studio. Once behind your chair he stills. Thanos smirks, planting his hands on the desk on either side of you, effectively caging you into your seat. He leans down, his head resting on the back of the chair to your left. He’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath fan your cheek.

“I dunno what ya’ want me to say sweets…none of them are what I’m looking for. None of them fit.” His voice is low and gravely, flowing through your ears and filling your mind with static. “And you’re gonna tell me I’m wrong? I think you know just as well as I do that none of those are exactly what I need.” He says, lifting a hand up to point a finger at the monitor open to a file of audio snippets.

You sigh, as much as you hated it, he’s right. Not one of the hundreds of clips you have fit the song. Sure the work. But they aren’t perfect. “Okay fine. What do we do then? It’s 3am I can’t call up anyone else to come record some voice line for an intro.” You respond, turning your head to look at him the best you could.

He turns his head, mirroring your movement, a devious grin on his lips. The low light of the music studio and the blue hue of the computer’s monitor makes it to where you can almost see your own reflection in his pupils. Blue eyes, pupils blown so big you can only see a sliver of iris, dart from your eyes to your lips.

It takes everything in him not to jump on you then and there, looking up at him from your chair oh so expectantly, lips slightly parted as if you were just waiting for him to kiss you. You were- but you would never admit that to yourself, let alone him. Images of your plush lips wrapped around his cock dance in his mind like his own personal porn video.

“You’ll have to do it then.”

His words make you come out of whatever trance you were in. “W-what? No i’m not….” You look to your computer, the trinkets on your desk, really anywhere but him. “You don’t want me to do that…I won’t sound good. I don’t have the voice like those girls-“

“Bullshit”

You pause, turning your chair more to face him. Thanos is stood tall now, stepping to the side to look you directly in the face, arms crossed.

“Thanos…be serious you don’t want me to do the intro. I don’t have that…” you trailed off, hands waving in the air as you try to find your words, “that whiny, needy, breathy tone you’re looking for here.”

He scoffs at your words, looking at you as if you just tried to argue that the sky was red. “You sure had that tone when I was balls deep in you the other week.”

Your eyes widen, face flushing as the unspoken night of intimacy was brought up. The redder your face becomes and the wider your eyes get as you try to find your words has his grin growing into something sadistic- like he’s finding joy in your embarrassment (he is).

“F-fucking hell…” you choke out, trying to sound indignant. “You’re unbelievable…” you grumble, crossing your arms and scowling at him.

“Yeah, yeah…” Thanos says brushing you off, eyes rolling nearly to the back of his skull. Tattooed hands grip the back of your desk chair and spin you back forward, facing the microphone that sits on your desk, pop filter inches from your nose. “I’m unbelievable, annoying, making you work on your off day…blah blah.”

As he speaks he puts your headphones on your ears and leans over you, hand on your keyboard and mouse as he begins to set up to record. “Why don’t you….” He begins in a singsong voice, “give me what I want and then you’ll be free to go back home and sleep…” He clicks record.

“Spending all this time complaining when ya could have just gone and done the damn thing already and I would have been out of your hair…” A finger finds itself twirling a strand of your hair as he speaks.

You can feel your heart thumping in your chest, his cologne is all you can smell. Drawing in a shuddering breath you look blankly at the filter in front of you, thighs pressing together to ease an ache you didn’t realize had began to bloom. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”

He shrugs, “give me somethin’ like…” He hums to himself and smirks, “‘Thanos it’s so hard~’” he mocks a female voice, voice cracking as he moans out the words. You can’t help but laugh, your own giggle echoing out through the speakers. The sound dies down when you realize that it’s now your turn to do something, give him the intro he wants.

Your eyes flutter shut drawing in a breath as you lean forward closer to the microphone. “Thanos~” You draw out the name with a wanton purr, you might as well do it right if you’re gonna do it, “…it’s so hard.”

You sit back, opening your eyes and spinning your chair around to look at the purple haired rapper behind you. “That work?? Can I go back to bed now?” You ask. Trying to do anything to end this torment you’ve been put through.

Your eyes look over him from bottom to top, catching the very obvious tent in his pants and the was his cheeks are flushed. “Are you seriously hard right now?! From that?!” You say, trying your best to sound mad but admittedly the visual is making your mouth water.

He shakes his head ‘no’, that’s the only reaction you get. “W-what?!” You babble out, it’s cute, he thinks. “You do it then!!” You say, glaring at him like it would do anything.

He makes his way across the studio in two long strides. Large hands grip the back of the chair and tug it to the side. You assume he’s gonna sit down and direct you to what he wants, that would be easy. But no, when you stand up out of the desk chair, offering it to him, he pushes it out of the way completely.

With practiced effort and in quick succession- he moves. He’s pressing himself behind you, one hand gripping your shoulder and pushing you forward. You hate how pliant you are under his touch, immediately folding forward with his light push and landing chest first on the desk.

You lift your chest up the slightest bit to look behind you. You’re trying to catch his eye to glare at him with feigned anger but his gaze is trained downward. His hand that’s not outstretched to your shoulder is pushing up your shirt, fingers dancing over the dimples in your back before going lower to feel over the globes of your ass.

“You didn’t need a f-fucking intro you just wanted to get your dick wet- ohhh fuccckkk” your sentence is cut short when Thanos, the ever confident man he was, grinds into you. He’s not teasing with it, no, he’s pressing his clothed bulge in between your ass cheeks and making sure he catches the zipper of his jeans just right on your cunt. His hips roll slow and steady, pressing into you as if he’s trying to fuck you through the layers of clothes between you two.

“Oh yeah! Seeeeee~ That’s perfect!” He chuckles out, hand crossed over your back and gripping the plush fat of your hips. “Somethin’ jus’ like that…” he says, the octave of his voice dropping. The hand of on your shoulder moves, reaching further over you to grab the microphone and move it in front of you. “Let’s see if we can get you to do something like that again….gotta get the perfect take, huh?”

You bite your lip, eyes already threatening to roll back into your head as you feel the thick imprint of his cock grind into your shorts. A muffled moan is caught in your throat as the fabric of your underwear and shorts, pushed by his cock, rocks into your clit in the most delicious way.

“Awh c’mon…” Thanos whines, you can practically hear the pout on his face without even turning back to look at him, “don’t hide all your noises now…don’t you wanna finish this up quick and get back to bed?” He teases, leaning over you so his lips ghost along the shell of your ear.

You sigh out, the feeling of him trapping you against the desk, pushing his clothed cock harder against the now soaked fabric of your shorts has your mind hazy, all notions of being bratty and talking back are swept from your mind and replaced with the long suppressed need you had for the egotistical rapper.

Painted nails dig into your hips, both of his hands finding purchase on the plush skin. He pulls himself back up to a standing position, eyes turned downward to look at the way your ass is pressed against him, his fingers digging to the the flesh that spills over the waistband of your shorts. A low, animalistic growl reverberates within his throat has he keeps the steady rhythm of rocking you back against him.

Suddenly the feeling of his cock pressing into your covered entrance is gone. His hands remain on your hips, slowly dragging downward to splay his palms across your ass. When you crane your neck backwards you can’t even stop the wanton moan that falls from your lips.

Thanos is on his knees, hands gripping at your ass cheeks and pushing upwards, spreading you open for him. His face is so close to your clothed cunt, eyes right in line with the large darkened area of your shorts you know is there. “Fuckin’ messy thing….” He mumbles in an awestruck, breathless tone. One hand pulls away from your ass to trace a finger down the emphasized crease of your pussy in your shorts.

You keen, hands clawing at the desk as a shaky, soft moan rolls off your tongue, hips moving on their own and pushing back into his hand. “Seee~” He coos, “I knew she missed me…soaked right through these shorts…” as he speaks his fingertips slide under the hem of the shorts that fall on your ass. He pulls at both sides of the fabric, exposing more of your ass to him. His eyes are fixated at the imprint of your cunt that is so very visible, the fabric of your shorts impossibly soaked.

One of his hands drops from your ass, fingers coming up to ghost around the silhouette of your clit in tight circles. “Mmmphf fuck…” you let out after a shaky exhale, knees nearly buckling from the stimulation. Your head snaps back forward, forehead falling to the desk. Thanos chuckles, he’s so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cunt.

“Hmmm…” he says, as if he’s thinking over the answer to life, “not quite what I’m looking for….need something more.” He teases, like it’s even for the intro at this point.

“Y-you gotta give me m-more.” You’re spitting out, trying to sound some kind of authoritative. You weakly lifting your head off the desk to look back at him and if you were in any other situation, the mocking look he gives you would have nearly made you kick him out but at this point….fuck he looks so good.

“Ohhooo…look at you tryna’ be all bossy and dominant.” Thanos laughs in your face, eyes trained on you like a hawk. He nods his head to the side, motioning to your pussy, “not really workin’ when you’ve soaked through your shorts like some teen seeing her favorite boyband.” He pulls at the fabric of your shorts, gripping the middle of them with one hand, fingers looping through both leg holes. He pulls up, dragging the seam of your shorts right against your aching clit.

Your back arches, hips pressing back searching for any kind of stimulation, a broken whine of his name ripping through your chest. “That’s more like it….” His hand slides lower, back of his hand pressing against your cunt, “tell me what ya want sweets, I’ll give it to ya’, you know I will…jus’ gotta ask.” He practically purrs out, adjusting his grip on your shorts to slip his fingers under your panties as well, gripping both of the garments in his hand, face moving impossibly closer, his breath fanning your cunt.

Your mind spins, fighting to have some decorum and to list all the things you wanted him to do to you like a mile long check list. Lust wins over in the end and you suck in a shaking breath, “N-need your tongue, fuck, please…” you whine, pressing your hips back, searching for his face. His grin widens, just thinking of the way that would sound being played back.

His hand pulls the fabric of your shorts and panties to the side, letting out a low moan of his own when he’s inches away from your glistening cunt, puffy and leaking for him. “I’ve been thinking bout this cunt every fucking night since you let me fuck…” Thanos drawls out, free hand reaching up to trace a line up and down your cunt, collecting your arousal on his fingers.

“You’re fucking dripping, haven’t even touched you….dry humping gets you going that bad, huh?”

You mewl, scratching at the wood of your desk, trying to have some restraint not to push yourself back onto his fingers. It would be so easy to sink the long digits into your cunt.

“Just fucking do something!” You cry out, getting impatient. The need you felt in your lower stomach was becoming unbearable.

He laughs, a sound that soon becomes muffled as his mouth engulfs your pussy. Your eyes are rolling back, a sound akin to a mewl falling from your lips.

Messy as ever, he eats you like he would never get the chance to eat your cunt again. His tongue lathes over the entirety of your cunt, rolling between your puffy folds like he’s mapping you with his tongue. He’s shameless, moaning and groaning into your pussy as he slurps down everything you have to offer him.

“Sweetest fuckin’ cunt I’ve ever tasted.” His words are muffled against your pussy, lips tickling you with every word. “So pretty too…” he muses, pulling back to admire your pussy, one of his thumbs pulling apart your lips, spreading you open. He watches as you clench desperately around nothing, the visual making him feral.

He’s back on you, lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and sucking. His tongue rolls over the bud, flicking against the bundle of nerves. Your hips jerk back, a wanton cry of his name falling from your lips.

“Yeah….” Thanos groans, a hand coming down in a sharp slap against your ass, the flesh recoiling against his palm, “ride my fuckin’ face, baby. Take what ya’ need.” He hisses through clenched teeth, hands moving to the sides of your hips to guide your hips up and down.

He lolls his tongue out, grinding you against it and swallowing down every drop of your syrupy arousal. When you begin to move on your own he drops his hands completely. He’s so good, you can’t help but chase the pleasure he offers.

Your hips move viciously, dragging your pussy along his tongue and nose. He shifts slightly, moving his tongue to circle your entrance. “Oh fuck, please!!” You cry out, hips jolting downward to spear yourself on his tongue.

He lets you, moaning into your cunt when your velvety walls close around his tongue, completely engulfing him with your taste. You have to still for a moment, catching your breath in a needy cry as you feel the pink muscle lick around your insides.

A hand comes down on your ass again, encouraging you to move again. You whine, moving your hips, lifting yourself up and down his tongue as he kneels below you. You can feel his blissed out grin, he’s practically in heaven- tasting your sweet cunt while your ass bounces against his face.

His tongue lathes against your clenching walls, echoed by obscene slurps. The only thing louder than him devouring your cunt is you moaning, crying out mixes of praises and his name.

Thanos wants nothing more than to continue eating you out. But as much as a front he puts on….he’s an impatient man. His cock is aching and straining against his jeans. He’s certain if he keeps this up he could blow his load in his jeans as he’s kneeling below you.

He pulls away in a mess of saliva and your wetness. You turn back over your shoulder, whining at the loss of contact. “Easy, baby…” he chuckles as he stands up. One hand splays over your back, running down the curve of your spine as the other one works hastily to undo the button of his pants, “imma give you what you need…”

He lets out a hiss as his cock is finally freed from its confines. It falls out hot and heavy, resting against the curve of your ass with an audible ‘plap’. Just the weight of it on your ass has you moaning and pushing back onto him desperately.

Thanos grabs the base of his dick with one hand, dragging the thick cock-head up and down your weeping cunt. Everytime the head of his cock catches your clit, your knees buckle and a whimper falls from your lips.

“Been thinking about this…your cunt squeezing me…” he muses, pressing the tip into your entrance. You barely have time to moan before he’s pulling back out. “Never had a fuck like you…hadn’t fucked anyone since you..”

The admittance makes your heart swell in the oddest way. You know he’s a player- he has a new girl around his arm every day. But since the time you fucked weeks ago, bordering on a month now, he’s not seen anyone else.

“H-hah…please put it in…f-fuck don’t tease.” You plead, turning around to look at him with wide doe eyes.

“When you ask like that how could I deny you, sweet girl?”

When he pushes into you, it’s a stretch that has you arching your back and rolling your eyes back. You know you’ve left claw marks in your studio desk by now.

“So f-fucking right…Pussy was made f’me.” His words hardly register as he continues to bottom out. With a final surge, he’s sinking balls deep into you.

Both of you let out moans, a sinful harmony that is soon over taken by wet squelching sounds. You feel so entirely full. You swear you can feel him in your throat.

“O-oh my fuck-“ your words are cut off in a choked sound as with a slow pull of his hips, his cock is pulling out of you. He pulls out only half way before driving back into your warmth.

“G-gonna fuckin’ ruin you.” His words are a low growl, his hands dig into the far of your hips, eyes fixated on how the flesh spills through his fingers.

A purr of his name rolls off your lips as he begins the rhythmic thrust of his hips. He drives his pelvis flush against your ass with each thrust, making sure he sheathed himself fully in the heaven that was your cunt.

He’s rutheless, driving you back to meet his thrusts. “F-fuck!” You cry, head turning heavenward, eyes screwing shut in overwhelming pleasure. “O-oh s-shit! F-feels so fucking good!” Your words are pathetic, weak syllables that are broken by the rough drive of his cock into your pussy.

“Takin me so well. Fuck…you should see how stretched you are.” Thanos huffs, pulling harder at the fabric of your shorts and panties to pull them further to the side, giving him a better view of the mess he’s making of your cunt. “Pretty little pussy’s taking me so so fucking well.” He’s repeating like a mantra with every thrust.

Your mind has become hazy, the head of his cock bullies itself against your g-spot every single time he thrusts back into you. You need more. His thrusts speed up, becoming violent. It’s a deliberate, delicious pace that is mind numbing. Your thighs are a mess with your arousal coating them, anytime you tip your head down to look between your thighs you’re met with a creamy mess that only becomes larger by the passing second.

“I-it’s too much!” You whine out, syllables broken up by choked moans. Wet squelches fill the room, echoed by slapping of skin. He laughs, low and sadistic, his hands raise up, holding themselves in the air as if he’s at gunpoint. “It’s too much?!” He mocks, “you’re the one fucking yourself back on my cock, sweetheart. ‘S alllll you.”

His words make you realize he’s right, your hips are moving on their own, brutally slamming back into his pelvis before drawing forward so just the bulbous tip of his cock rests inside your wet walls before repeating the motion again and again. He’s completely still.

It is too much, every time your hips thrust backwards your body is locked up with spasms of pleasure that has tears pooling in your eyes. But you can’t stop, it feels so fucking good. Every time you sink all the way back onto him, your cunt is stretched so wide to take all of him in. His cock reaches depths you would never be able to reach yourself, bullying its way through your clenching walls to kiss against your cervix.

“H-holy fuck, feels so fucking good~” you cry out, body falling slack against the desk. Your hips slow, your muscles aching.

“Ahh, princess work herself up too much? All tired…” He hums, hands lowering back down to run over your sides before settling on your waist. “Need Thanos to help you out, huh?”

You nod, already fucked too dumb to care about talking back. “Yes! Yes please!” You cry out, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “Fuck I-i need it…T-Thanos please, want you so fucking bad.” You sob out, begging for your release that you can feel blooming deep within your core.

The cat like grin stretches so far across his face it almost seems inhuman. He can just hear how that little sentence of yours would sound at the beginning of the rap song right before the beat kicks in. That’s exactly what he was looking for.

“Mhm I know you do…fuckin’ squeezing me so hard.” Thanos muses with a nod of his head, chin tucked downward so he can watch everytime his cock slips out of your cunt, glistening in your syrupy arousal and every time he thrusts back forward, he watches with a salivating mouth, the white creamy ring that forms at the base of his cock- getting messier with each erratic thrust. “Creamin’ all over my fuckin’ cock…so messy”

You whine, his words making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. His fingernails grip crescent moon shapes into your flesh, using the leverage to bring your hips back to meat each one of his devious thrusts.

Your head is peeled off the desk by a large hand threading into your hair. “You gonna cum? I can feel it, you’re close, just suckin me in anytime I pull out.” Thanos lips dance along the shell of your ear, rough voice filling your mind with fuzz. As if to prove his point, each time he draws back his hips, far enough to rest just the head of his cock in your cunt, you can hear a lewd sound, something between a squelch and a pop coming from your cunt.

“I wanna cum, please, fuck, ohmygod.” It’s shameful, really, he already has you begging for a release without even asking you. “Yeah? Wanna cum pretty girl?” He laughs into your ear. “Begging without being asked…well aren’t you bein’ so good f’me.” He praises. As he speaks the hand in your hair moves across your sternum, pulling you flush against his chest.

The angle drives him deeper into you, stretching you out in ways that have you seeing stars. His thrusts are unforgiving, animalistic even. It’s so sloppy. You can hear the droplets of your mixed arousal fall out of your cunt and onto the tile floor of your studio with a sick wet ‘splat’. “Mhm!! Mhm!! Please!! Ohmygod I’m so fuckin’ close, right there!” You moan out, rushed and babbled, your head kicking back to rest against his shoulder.

His other hand snakes down your stomach, tattooed fingers splayed against your skin as he works his way down. Like he mapped your body out with years of studying and exploring, his fingers find your clit. It’s a sensation that makes you nearly fall to the ground.

“That’s it’s….Thanos’ got you, wan’ you to cream all over my cock pretty girl, make a fuckin mess.” His fingers work your clit in circles in time to his thrusts, it doesn’t take long till your orgasm crashes over you, hitting you so violently you have no time to even prepare. “Oh fucking shit! Yesyesyesyes!!”

Your cries echo out through the studio, one of your hands reaches behind you to grip at his purple hair at the back of his head, trying to ground yourself, you almost think you’re going to pass out.

He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, never letting up and stringing out your high. It’s almost like you’re hit with a second wave, your orgasm gushes out of you- clear liquid spraying on the floor and onto Thanos’ thighs.

“Oh there we fuckin’ go!!” He chides out like he won the fucking lottery, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Knew you could squirt again f’me. Always so fuckin’ messy. God I love it.” Thanos growls, hips slapping against your ass with reckless abandon.

“Gonna fuckin’ cum so deep in this cunt.” He growls in your ear, “been dreamin’ of it since last time.”

His words make you whimper, eyebrows upturning as you pass the point of fucked dumb, you’re being fucked into another dimension. “Yeah, I know you want it too. Want me to fuckin’ fill you up, hm? T-tell me you want it.”

His voice begins to waver, teeth gritting as he holds off, wanting to hear you say it. You sob out, tears wetting your eyelashes as you feel yet another orgasm begin to bloom, one after the other, giving you hardly anytime to catch your breath.

“Yes! Want it so f-fucking bad! N-need to f-feel it!” Your words are jostled with each of his thrusts, coming out in pathetic hiccups as you weakly move your hips back in time with his thrusts.

You feel his body lock up behind you, his arms tightening around you- pinning to him. When you feel the thick spurts of his cum paint your insides, you’re cumming again, eyes rolling back and body convulsing against him.

“Thatssss it…” he growls behind you, hips jerking up into you sporadically, fucking his cum back into you. There’s so much you can feel the thick, warm globs be forced out of you with each thrust of his cock back into your raw pussy. “So f-fucking good. B-best fuckin pussy.” He’s babbling out obscenities, words slurred as he works himself through his own orgasm.

He stills, chest heaving, arms staying tight around you as if he was afraid you’d leave. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t, you were still trapped against the desk.

“I think we got what we needed, pretty girl…” he muses, “did so good f’me..”

You hum happily, blissed out. You can still feel the dull stretch of his softening cock in your cunt. An almost comforting fullness. Your hands picking up off the desk to lay on top of his, fingers interlacing.

“I know exactly what sound clip I’m using” He huffs, nose nuzzling along the column of your throat. You can hear him draw in a sharp breath, inhaling your scent.

“Mhm….” You mumble, fucked out of your mind, hardly paying attention. Your eyes and body are tired, you’re sure if Thanos wasn’t still holding you up, you’d fall down to the ground with how weak your knees were. “Use whatever one you want…’m so fucking exhausted…” you sigh, head lolling back against his shoulder.

That was a mistake on your part. Those words. ‘Whatever one you want’ because sure as shit when you send Thanos the finished file, not even listening to the part at the beginning he mixed and added whatever intro he desired from your little recording session, when the song drops your moans are being streamed left, right and center.

It’s not just a noise in the background to emphasize a high hat or a snare, no, it’s so very obviously you getting railed by him, moaning out a ‘fuck Thanos! You’re so good with your tongue’. Your words are even broken up by pants and whines!!!

That’s the last time you let him have any say in what you produce for him.

I reallly hope you guys like this one! This is kinda my first big ask I’ve answered since I’ve been back (besides my sub! Namgyu x thanos x reader fic) so I’m a lil nervy to put this out. This one was started like two days ago because I’ve been thinking about this ask (it’s been in my inbox for a hot minute I’m so sorry) and I just HAD to do it. I love me some producer!reader x thanos. It was so fun to write the first one and this one!

Thank you for your support as always !! - <3 kiwi

[azaharinflames]

If we don't get something for BuckTommy in the finale than I feel it would be healthier for me to just put down the show.

I don't know if I'll be able to do it but I do think maybe it's better for me to just leave the show to the Buddies. They have their army, their journos are their generals, and they will never stop, never relent, even if the show never gives them what they want.

With all my heart I believe the very best they will ever get is some one-sided confession from Buck at the very last episode of the series. Maybe on his deathbed. But those are wilfully blind will not see.

And the show will probably never shut them down properly. It got close in the last few episodes, and maybe it can still pull the trigger in the finale and send them spiralling off into the void. Here's hoping. But if they don't, then I don't see how this to and fro can continue for me.

I can't watch with their fandom as a bugbear on my back. I want to talk and read about the show but there is literally no space where they aren't being generally awful.

They really are close to breaking down the last of my resistance. I want to stay out of obstinance, because I know that it's exactly their goal to destroy people's hope, but it's just so hard.

Really need Tommy to be in the finale in a real way or else the relationship dropped. I can hold on to hope if there's something tangible to hold on to. I can throw away all hope and just hang around as an unrepentant hater of the show, or leave entirely. But this liminal space where the show can't make up it's mind is torturous.

They either need to give me something or tell me to fuck off so I can actually have an emotional reaction.

Sorry that this ended up being a stream of consciousness.

don’t worry, nonnie, it made sense. and i have to agree and share the sentiment. and i’m happy you can vent here <3

I don’t necessarily share the part of buddie with you. mostly because i refuse to think about them or give them that power, tbh. though i will agree that they are not getting buddie canon, and atp, and especially after last episode, that’s painfully obvious.

so. does it matter if the ‘journos’ are on their side? if bts sometimes posts them? if they’re sent together to do promo (which i will argue it’s not a ‘gift’ to them but them doing promo)? the show is clearly telling them something, as much as we can argue that they still give them small things. if you watch the show it’s rather obvious how they feel about them. therefore leaving to me is not giving them a victory. it’s knowing that it wouldn’t even be a battle to be had, because we exist in two different realms.

that being said. i am waiting on 818 to fully determine what i do with this show.

and to be quite honest, this is not entirely about bucktommy. partly, it is, because i would hate to feel like i’ve been dragged along for this long without a proper reason to - because to bring back tommy after 806 and keep him around for the whole season when there was no reason for it, if they just want him to suddenly disappear is cruel. and it would definitely put me off the show, if anything just because i wouldn’t want my time to be wasted like that.

but it is more than that to me. it would be wasted time, but also it would be watching a show that is hit after hit to my favorite character, with no pay-off or any type of joy. it would be rewarding the behaviors around buck, even, and showing that the way they treated him was right. and i’m simply not okay with that, and i wouldn’t be okay with watching the show if that happened.

ultimately, it would be me being tired of seeing a show that goes nowhere, because that’s how it would feel. and knowing when to stop if it doesn’t bring me joy anymore.

not to say 818 will be bad. i don’t think it will be. but just. in a hypothetical case, i agree.

[luvism333]

cutest patooties to ever live omfg....... i love u clarianna

some details about my dr s/o annabeth chase!!

she thinks shes not much of a creative but my god she would make it as a poet im telling u.... type of person to say the most eloquent soul crushing tear jerking thing to her lover under the moonlight and not understand when u start crying

she journals!!! can and has and will cut a man for trying to read her stuff. she's very protective, but when she's sleepy or feeling sappy she'll tell me about something she wrote that she was looking back on

shes super like artsy too!! she doesnt think so but shes a huge film buff she knows alot about cinematography and has little profiles about her favourite directors, says things like mise en scene and motif. shes the type to read the books and analyse the differences between the film adaptation and the original. shes soo..................... film major fake deep pinterest boys wish they were her

okay maybe just my personal opinion but shes so fun to talk to. she just has so many thoughts youre never carrying the convo and whatever you say she really thinks about it, shes the type of person that listens to *listen* not just to reply you know

shes the biggest hate watcher alive i swear she just likes to watch things to get pissed off and plan out how shed execute the storyline better. tons of people think its annoying and cant watch things with her but i love it shes so funny and i love that she gets engaged in everything we watch

they call us the gingerbread dream team bc when we were kids we DOMINATED the camp gingerbread house competitions. she designed full on condos and mansions out of gingerbread and i decorated them to the max

she tries to act all tough but shes SUCHH a softie its insane. i made her watch me before you after i read the book and she cried and then wouldnt talk to me for 3 hours. DONT let the rbf fool you shes the type of gf to bring home 600 strays and beg u to let them stay

she tried to force herself to like classical music when she was a kid but she literally couldnt do it. it distracted her more than helped her focus and she spent like 2 weeks obsessively researching trying to prove that its not actually good for ur brain

shes sooo mf competitive and idc what anybody says i love it. u ask anyone else and theyll say they hate playing w her bc she takes it too serious but theyre just mad they always lose to her 🥱🥱

if i tell her i hate someone but i dont have a reason she immediately comes up with 46 reasons why we both hate them. like "idk why but he just rubs me the wrong way..." "he rubs you the wrong way because he's grossly incompetent and irresponsible with his finances-"

she doesnt mind parties but the second i want to leave she’ll drop everything to go. sometimes ill just be like “i cant wait to sleep tn” and she’ll be like “do you want to go? now? do you want to leave? we can leave. we will leave. say your goodbyes.”

me her n percy like playing video games together and every time we play a horror game she refuses to admit when she gets scared. she could literally fall out of her seat screaming for her mommy and she would be like “i was trying to catch you off guard so i could win its part of the plan you SIMPLETONS wouldnt get it”

she hates me shitposting on social media but is miraculously in my replies every time i post 🤔🤔 even if its just to call me a dumbass she never misses a status

she goes way too far with her insults sometimes and i always tell her off but ill never admit i think its hilarious. its always during serious arguments shes not casually mean but she'll be like "you have such an insane amount of blindspots it's no wonder why your girlfriend needed to see someone else"

lowkey a horrible influence w my charmspeak 😭😭 its her personal life cheat code ill be like beth dont u think i should learn some problem solving skills and she'll be like this is problem solving. solve our problem by charmspeaking us out of a speed ticket

i love it tho. literally everyone discourages any use if charmspeak bc theyre afraid, but annabeth knows me and she knows id never use it maliciously - she trusts me to use it for silly reasons even tho i shouldnt <33

laughs loudly and unashamedly when i trip or walk into things but if anyone else laughs its instantly not funny anymore

unironically a "dont talk to me until ive had my coffee" person. she drinks it black w no sugar.... freak

i dont talk when im upset (bc my charmspeak flares up) and she learned australian sign language so she still can talk to me. shes so incredibly talented and ambitious and thats her love language, she'd learnt literally anything for someone she loves <33

omfg my mortal family is OBSESSED WITH HER. shes so annoying she did so much research about our culture before she met them she knew all the right points to hit and exactly how to behave i swear my nan likes her more than me

im super super physically affectionate. even tho she isnt herself, since we were kids shes always let me crawl all over her like its nothing. like she lets me sleep in her lap while she researches or holds my hand while she barks orders, shes so used to it if i dont touch her for a day she assumes something is wrong

when we cuddle she complains that im too hot and trying to fuse myself to her skin, but if i try to move away she'll pull me back. def the type of girlfriend to trap you in bed in the morning because she doesnt want u to get up

she's an AWFULLLLL cook its so funny. in my dr my passion is cooking nd i become a chef so we're like the perfect match. she's good at baking which relies more on strict measurements and instructions, but with cooking meals she just flops. refuses to accept this flaw and wont stop trying to prove she can do it

she loooves my cooking tho (´ ω `♡) annabeth doesnt rly think much about what she eats so long as it has enough nutrients so i could serve her grey sludge and she'd eat it up n tell me thank you, but i take it as a compliment to my skills anyway

HOLY YAPPPPP sorry i went on for 60 years sighhh i just miss her...................

THANK U GIGS cutest post everrrrrrr ur so romantic + ASK ME ABOUT BETH!!

shifters; what are some little, random things you love about your s/o??

LOVERGIRLS (genderneutral) UNITE this is pretty much a safe space to ramble about your s/o tell me everything 🤭🤭🤭🤭 pet peeves they have?? romantic moments?? quirks? a tradition you guys have ANYTHING i got inspired seeing @hrrtshape's post about her & coryo and i thought it was so cute i love her acc some things i love about my s/o/clarisse! ❤ for me and i will die on this hill CLARISSE IS AN ARTIST SHE SECRETLY LOVES TO DRAW IM SORRY 😶😶

like i dreamt about it once and now it just makes sense. its like something clicked she WOULD be rlly good at drawing and find it therapeutic, and literally no one would expect it from her. she is insanely talented!! like she just has a natural knack for pencil sketching and it always looks so good meanwhile she'll be like 'this? that's just a sketch 🤷‍♀️' CLARISSE. she also likes to draw me sometimes 🤭🤭🤭🤭 this is my main headcanon/thing i love about her but i love her LOTS so here other stuff; ❤ when we end up becoming friends we find out we have a LOT in common and that includes liking the same foods so we both rlly love those sea salt caramel enlightened yogurt bars & everytime we somehow get a box of them stocked up in the big house (cause chiron won't buy food/junk food for campers meals but he will RARELY keep stuff in the fridge if a camper gets it) its like a death race to get the last one and it gets intense ❤ when we're kinda younger like in tlt era (good times) shes the type of person to talk like a corny 80s bully stereotype when shes mad. she grows out of it and even though i never bring it up later on, its something i ALWAYS think about LMAO. the 2000s are definitely a time because how did bullies take themselves seriously? 'your ass is grass and i'm gonna mow it!!! 😠😠' ..wrap it up 😭😭 will you guys unfollow me if i say im kind of attracted to it😞

❤ no, because she kind of looks like abby anderson.... IF YOU PLAY TLOU YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!! ❤ she gets really clingy when she’s tired without even realizing it💞💞 as well as she lovesss having me play w her hair and touch it

❤ she always pulls me closer to her whenever we’re in the same bed or cuddling, she lays on top of me or puts my arms over her when she seeks comfort but she doesnt want to say anything ❤ TOUGH LOVE GALORE!! honestly she can be pretty blunt but its something i really appreciate and respect about her because even tho i dont like when she uses it to be hurtful clarisse is the one person you can rely on to tell you how it is & have your back regardless and i respect her a lot for that; especially when she starts to train me how to fight ❤ its kinda weird because its like for a while we don't rlly care/ know eachother on a deeper level even a little dislike for eachother BUT even then she always had a little affection and concern for me in small moments like when the cards r stacked against us or one of us is in trouble/danger. IMO it'll happen being somewhere with the same people for so long you're bound to care abt them building off this, one thing that i secretly love to do is plan for capture the flag with her and the rest of the cabins cause even if it doesnt always go well it's so fun to come up with strategies for our team & put aside everything we have between us to scheme LOL.

❤ BACK HUGS BACK HUGS BACK HUGS hugs in general are our thing and i know that clarisse has a hard time being affectionate so it means a lot whenever she is touchy with me 😭💓💓💓 she shows her love in her own way but rlly she's a big softie once she's comfortable with u ❤ my favorite colors are more cool colors like robin eggs blue/blue, periwinkle, seafoam green, lavender, pink/coral pink, and silver while hers are warmer colors like red and orange and brown and gold and bronze dark red and bronze are her favorites idk i just thought i'd point that out cause i didnt even plan this, its just something i noticed

❤ whenever i’m sad she always knows what to do to make me feel better aka hugs & hot chocolate

❤ she loves to pick me up toss me over her shoulder and carry me around like its nothing, shes sooo strong she always gives me a piggyback ride and carries me around camp💕 ❤ she gives me the softest kisses, she just melts into me, her hands cradling my face lovesick rambling over ✅✅✅✅ i rlly hope ppl see this and start writing about their relationship in their realities/dr and ofc ask me anything if u want to! like anything about my dr or my s/o like seriously i am LOVE SICK and i love rambling abt my reality *the spirit of clarisse possessing me* yeah so guys, rant about your s/o or ill pulverise you 😠😠😠 AND THATS NOT A THREAT ITS A PROMISE (i swear ive heard her say that before 😭😭 ⬇⬇⬇⬇

(tagging some of my mutuals but you dont have to talk abt ur s/o if you dont want to 💗) @luvism333 @ravinaaa @freewinnie @al3shifts @kikissdiaryy @beadelmare @lanathedoll @rorysshiftingdiary @virtualsnupi @lexidayne

[recitedemise]

oh, very well then.

PRIDE & PREJUDICE STARTERS: still accepting.

"Please, Karlach," Gale begins, tone terribly offended. "I think our illustrious Ellandra Tolbert deserves a mite more enthusiasm."

But then, what's a manual of necromancy to their own little ring of fire? It's a riveting read, of course, were one of the mind for more death-seeping arts, but to her, this book served better as a coaster for his jasmine — which, unlike his read, rests well regarded. Darling little Karlach with her uproarious interests... She is a woman of passion. She is a woman of heart. And with her soul torched plainly as though ink upon her skin, Gale, ever thinking, knows her flavor.

Find something dramatic, he posits. Scour for a book with its deal in drama. And, well, perhaps tomes on magic won't tickle her opinion, but stunningly, it's hardly just manuals that this wizard so basks in. No, no. Fishing out a book, he finds the title.

See? Salacious but tasteful! Delicious and rapt! Brow raised, Gale opens to a page and eyes their tiefling when heavily, suspensefully, the mood is set:

"'You've stolen my senses'," he narrates, "and every night without you is an agony I cannot bear." Oh. "'I have suffered an emptiness whose depths are only dwarfed by my shattering affections for you. I beg you, end my torment and smother this wanting. You have long possessed me in every way one could desire.' She gasps. She kisses him madly and ends his ache." Romantic, steamy, and sentimental besides? Riveted, Gale snaps the book shut, grin dizzyingly cheeky. "If I'd read you correctly, this might appeal to you a tremendous deal more. That said, were I to let you borrow this, I ask only that you don't let Astarion see it. The man couldn't appreciate romance with any manner of substance. I'd like to be spared of condescension if it's all the same to you."

[triglycercule]

who asked for this. nobody. but unfortunately as a creator i actually have to CREATE for my au 😞😞😞😒😒😒 jk fashion au ink and swap designs ig,,,,,,

ink. ink. ink. she's totally not holding a gun to my head as i type this,,,,, because she CANT break the fourth wall ok she totally doesnt realize that she's forever gonna be stuck living life as a high schooler with no chance of ever graduating or progressing in life,,,,, BECAUSE THERE'S NO ANGST IN JK FASHION AU HAAHAHAH 😁😁😁😁 anyways she's soooo silly :3333 i'm not a connoisseur of anyone that's not the mtt (biased 🙂🙂🙂) but i wanted her to be silly but also a bit freakish,,,, ya!

what do the people think about INK???? featuring everyone in jk fashion au so far 😇😇

dream: "ink is another one of my close friends. she's been there for me when even nightmare couldn't, and i've supported her likewise. sometimes her head is in the clouds, so i send her texts to remind her of things like homework and such. maybe she forgets lunch sometimes, so swap and i give her a share of ours. and when ink wants to talk about anything she's thinking of, whether it's a painter's use of color or the reason we exist, i'm always open to listening. she's an amazing person, really."

nightmare: "ink. ah, that girl is an enigma, truly. somedays she supports me on my path to world domination, and other days she just laughs at me and says as if it were a fact that i would never achieve it! ugh... but despite my slight grievances, she's dream's friend, and i've grown fond of her. quite often, without me even requesting, she gifts me paintings. now, they may seem normal at first, but recently i've discovered a pattern with them. as if ink had peered into the mind of god and depicted it visually, the paintings assist me in handling dream appropriately. i must say, she's skilled as well..."

killer: "see now ink? she's my type of gal. we get along pretty well, hehe! we're on the same wavelength or something, i dunno. not like she can predict what i do, but i wouldn't be surprised if she could, but ink and i just click. we talk about all sorts of silly stuff; similar sense of humor, after all. ink and i can yap about different shows and movies we've watched and stuff, she gives really good insight on the more technical stuff like color psychology and framing, and she once drew me art for one of my big follower milestones on twitter! she's suuuuper cool, haha!"

dust: "okay, just... keep this between me and you, but i think ink has some sort of secret sixth sense? i dunno. nothing against her, she's a fun person. just that, uh... sometimes she just comes up to me when i least expect it and starts asking me about my progress on my writing. which is... confusing. i've only ever told killer and horror about my writing, so i don't know how she knows...?"

horror: "y'know, dust and i have a bit of a bet going on. all jokes and all, but i've got a feeling ink's pulling some sort of elaborate spying prank with how much she knows about us... dust doesn't think so. but i'm betting 20 bucks she does. like, once i was at a vending machine and the stupid thing didn't give me my goddamn candy bar, ugh. i had to stay cool. but then ink just pops out of nowhere, says its okay for me to drop the act and get mad around her, and then does some sort of vending machine trick to get the candy?? yeah, she's definitely a wizard or something. in a nice way, i guess."

NOW SWWAAAAAAPPP she's silly. i included the bit of her getting into trouble because of her good will SOLELY because swap gets bullied a lot in other aus 💀 (askerror, something new, etc,,,,,,) i also read a canon underswap doc??? SWAP IS SO SILLY!!!!! i cant really explain her personality through text i'd need to draw comics for her which uhhhh,,,,, (looks away)

THOUGHTS ON SWAP????

dream: "ah, swap! she's one of my dearest friends, i truly care for her deeply. out of sheer coincidence it seems, that she, ink, and i were chosen to be the star students of the school, but surprisingly it works out well... swap's truly a delight. she's a great motivator, and she's saved me from a few situations that would've ended up terribly had she not been there, hehe."

nightmare: "sometimes the world hates me. ah- well, what i meant was, the path of fate has me set on a predetermined path of struggle! and yet, when even i, the queen of negativity, could not stop my kin from slipping on a ridiculously placed banana peel and almost breaking her neck, swap was her knight in shining armor and caught her. needless to say, just as fate despises my bloodline, fate also has angels sent down from heaven. i do suppose swap is one of those, bless her soul."

killer: "heh, swap?? that girl's a riot! couple years ago i tried convincing her to show me some of those sick moves she learned at kickboxing, or karate, taekwondo, whatever... she broke my wrist, haha! but then i pulled a knife on her and then we both got in trouble. hah, good times, good times. no, i didn't stab her?! in fact, she's very good friends with mr. mew and the grumpen, thank you very much! a friend of my kitties is a friend of mine!"

dust: "she's nice. her type of energy is something you only see is like... a sugar-rushed ink, and killer normally. but anyways, swap's a good help around the school. she's a bit ridiculous every now and then with all her "the magnificent swap" and how she's a bit of a showoff, but whatever. aren't we all? anyways, at least the scavenger hunts she makes during school dances are fun."

horror: "swap is uh... she's something. gotta admit, she's pretty normal compared to some of the people at this school. but man... enthusiasm, much? eh, whatever. i'm not the type to complain when her burritos are to die for. we're partners in cooking class... let's just say, she carries us hard."

anyways jk cross and epic soon. sooner than you think heheheh

[xxplastic-cubexx]

reading Krakoa era out of order bc reading lists online make it confusing and my local library only has so many books

just as god intended right on my friend you're doing everything right and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

[doctorweebmd]

i'm going to say something so controversial and yet so brave

chuuya nakahara is one of the most incredibly interesting, engaging and well-written characters in bsd and the fandoms reduction of him as nothing more than dazai's love interest does him such a disservice

[itsmistyeyedbi]

There's so much I want to write and so much I want to read, but I can't fully engage with much of anything right now and it's killing me😭

[silent-sentinels]

we have gotta actually finish the other account, it has been months and we want to tell revi that we're also plural hgkjgk