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[the-pig-city]

hi there! welcome to The Pig City!

this is @zedneon's personal pizza tower blog! i am a fan of pizza tower who prefers to not interact too much with the greater community, but rather enjoy the game for the game itself. (i don't want to look like one of those kids who's obsessed with things like friday night funkin..)

my main lame claim to fame is the 'z button challenge', essentially a jumpless challenge for pizza tower. i began working on the challenge in september 2023 and have worked through this challenge basically all by myself. if you want, you can check out the spreadsheet where i have all the data ive collected. https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1hMqBmRqvvdGjnGAFrlIn5KsWIMebqrvkrsnbMNkOt2s/edit?usp=drivesdk

otherwise, i just use this account to like/reblog any pizza tower content i find on tumblr!

[zedneon]

saved 1 z press in pizzascare.. P rank is now down to 6 z presses compared to 7 before!

[tadc-harlequin-au]

New Puppet Unlocked: Caine, The Puppetmaster!

Caine's character description:

For the longest time, Caine believed that he was the only Puppet left who hasn't gone insane, and has spent living in near complete and total isolation for it (if it weren't for Bubble, his robotic Butler Blimp), drowning himself in booze for what seemed to be the remainder of his days.

That was, until Pomni suddenly arrived at his office out of nowhere and challenged him.

Her sudden appearance, her fierceness in battle and various other reasons, Caine sought to get Pomni to see the dire situation after a stalemate in their duel; That they're the last remnants of sane minds remaining in this forsaken lands and he needs her help for what must be done next, if they are to improve the world's conditions. Thankfully, the Harlequin was not actually cold-hearted, just hot-tempered.

Reinvigorated in his self-assigned purpose, The Puppetmaster now spends his time either indoctrinating reawakened Puppets and teaching them how to become "human" once more, tinkering/inventing new machines, having friendly debates or sparring with Pomni just to satisfy her urge to battle, and various other things.

Though, he still likes to drink.

Fun facts about Caine:

He is a massive drunkard.

He passes out in the most random places if he drinks too much. One of the most outrageous locations Pomni has found him in was at the chandelier on the main lounge, which even he can't remember how he got there.

Caine still acts boisterous and speaks mostly formally; though there are ways you can break his way of speech, the easiest way to do it is to surprise him.

He avoids using swears, says it's a gentleman's code. Though, some get past his mouth on a rare occasion.

He created Bubble out of loneliness, initially just wanting someone to talk to.

In a comedic parallel, he tends to limit Pomni's cravings for battle by holding her sword hostage as much as possible, of course to the Harlequin's frustration.

His second gold tooth on his bottom jaw was a result of his and Pomni's first meeting/duel. She ended up kicking him so hard in her rage, one teeth cracked in half and flew off.

He tends to look at everyone with a positive mindset and the want to see the best in them; although Jax seems to be a rare exception. Still, he lets the automaton be.

Most of his time is spent hanging around in his office. The only time you'll see him outside is if there's a task he needs to attend to, assembling Pomni back together in the cellar, another sparring match with the Harlequin, or when he talks to Z and/or Kingr, since they are both too big for the insides of the mansion.

Like almost every ADHD-person, he is prone to getting distracted easily.

He has a strict "no fighting in the premises" rule; instead, he tells them to literally take it outside (even if it means being on the neighboring lawn), as long as it's not on the INSIDE.

He keeps his shirt opened because he feels discomfort and suffocated when he buttons it up.

He doesn't like to talk about his past.

When asked what's his classification, he'll avoid and switch topics. His rare anger (but eerily-calm way of speech) comes out when you ask about it too much.

He does admit that his entire body was self-modified.

You can hear his arrival in a scene by the sounds of ball joints slightly cracking in place.

Aside from Pomni, he likes Kingr the most, finding the chess piece's presence calming. This has lead to jokes about a bromance happening between the two.

And just like Pomni as well, Caine fixes Kingr the most because the Helpful King tends to use himself as a shield for the Harlequin.

He's rarely seen without his cane.

He HEAVILY dislikes it when Pomni dies. When he is aware that Pomni is at the brink of death, he'll start panicking and telling her to go back and abandon the mission for now, through Bubble.

After Pomni's surprise arrival (and proof that he could still be hunted down if he wasn't careful enough), he took the manor up to the skies to ensure that the manor remains a safe haven.

Quotes:

"Greetings! I am Caine, and I am here to help you. That's all you need to know."

"I think we can arrange that."

"This is not part of the plan!"

"No fighting! Take it outside."

"Perhaps we can reach to a sort of agreement..."

"Hmm... quite intriguing."

"Why, I must say, this is quite the predicament..."

"Will you be mindful of your own sake next time, pretty please?"

"... I don't-... think that's how-... you know what, do whatever you want."

"... Okay, you don't need to go that far."

"You know what this calls for? [...] A CELEBRATION! [...] BUBBLE, TO THE LIQUOR STORAGE"

"You know, I haven't really thought this through enough--"

"BUBBLE! Did you chew through my latest project again?!"

"Oy vey..."

"I am aware of the effect that alcohol has on me. And quite frankly, I don't care."

"Strange, where am I? Who am I? What are we, but mass-produced products catered to extending one's stay on a desolate, abandoned realm? Are we even human anymore, or are we machines that think we're human in order to save ourselves from the pain of a fake existence? Hm? Oh right, I haven't eaten my dinner."

"Must we really resort to this method?"

"Oh, I just fixed that!"

"Apologies, I blanked out for a second. What were we talking about?"

"Bubble here can help you out on your dilemma. Just don't listen to him for any advices. Personally, I think sometimes he can make you jump off a cliff."

"What do you mean "I need to stop drinking"? I'm perfectly fi- *passes out*"

"Am I aware that it is an unhealthy coping mechanism? Yes. Do I plan to stop? Not exactly, there aren't a lot of options left."

"That is outrageous! Me? With her? That's... It's... *sigh* I can't. She'd never."

"May I just say, for once, what the actual fuck."

[tobiosbbyghorl]

Hyper&Chill | psh

act 29: first year anniv!

previous

Sunghoon had been persistent.

For weeks, he had been dropping hints, half-joking, half-serious, about you moving in with him. And for just as long, you had teased him with noncommittal answers, letting him squirm just a little.

But now, after all the playful back-and-forth, you had finally made your decision.

So, for your anniversary gift, you decided to give him what he wanted the most.

—

The day started like any other perfect date.

Sunghoon had insisted on planning it, saying it was his turn to spoil you. He picked you up in his car, looking ridiculously handsome in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, his wristwatch peeking from underneath.

“Happy anniversary, LoLove,” he greeted, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead before opening the passenger door for you.

Your heart fluttered. No matter how long you’d been together, he still managed to make you feel giddy.

The date itself was effortlessly romantic—a cozy brunch at your favorite café, a stroll through the park, and then a stop at an arcade where you challenged each other in every game possible.

(Sunghoon, of course, refused to lose and ended up winning you the biggest plushie.)

By the time evening came, he took you to a rooftop restaurant with fairy lights and a city view, holding your hand across the table as you both shared dessert.

And then came his surprise.

“I have something for you,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

You blinked. “You do?”

“Of course.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box.

Your eyes widened. “Lolove…”

“Relax, it’s not a ring. Yet.” He smirked as you choked on air, shaking your head at him.

When you opened it, you found a delicate necklace inside, a simple but elegant pendant with your initials intertwined with his.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, touched by the sentiment.

Sunghoon leaned closer, his voice soft. “Now, you can have me close to your heart always.”

Your heart melted.

But little did he know, his surprise was coming next.

⸻

After dinner, you both returned to his place, where you finally gave him your gift.

You handed him a small box, watching as his brows furrowed in curiosity before he carefully unwrapped it.

Inside, he found a set of duplicate keys.

Attached to them were two custom keychains—one with his initials and yours intertwined, and the other with a tiny engraved date of your anniversary.

Beneath the keys were matching mugs, one labeled “Hoonie’s LoLove” and the other “Y/nie’s Lolove.”

For the first time in a while, Park Sunghoon was speechless.

His lips parted slightly, eyes flickering between you and the keys in his palm, as if trying to process what it meant.

“You…” His voice came out softer than usual. “You’re serious?”

You bit your lip, nodding. “Happy anniversary, Hoon.”

A second passed. Then two.

And then, in the next moment, you found yourself engulfed in his arms, lifted off the ground as he spun you around.

“LoLove, are you serious?!” He laughed, giddy, pulling back just enough to cup your face. “You’re moving in with me?”

You smiled. “I figured you’ve waited long enough.”

Sunghoon let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head before pressing his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how happy this makes me,” he murmured.

And just like that, he kissed you—soft and slow, pouring every ounce of his excitement, his love, and his happiness into it.

Best. Anniversary. Ever.

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[beiasluv]

tis the dilf season | j. button (22)

a/n: ignore the timeline cuz it’s a mess (I actually tried to do the maths) enjoyy 🤭

yourinsta

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yourinsta and the summer break begins! thank you everybody for this amazing season, it has been an honor to work as your engineer this season and looking forward to the next!

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yourinsta

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jensonbutton: what is a 0.5? also, garage in 10 minutes, darling.

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jensonbutton: quickly then ♥️

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f1gossips yn ln was seen entering the paddock and completing her track walk for the mclaren team grand prix this weekend. jenson button not spotted near or anywhere today.

admin, reported.

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jensonbutton

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jensonbutton it’s great to be back on the grid. (and to be working with my favourite engineer again. ♥️) yourinsta

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yourinsta

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yourinsta happy birthday to my (second) favorite news reporter and some driver I guess 🤭 aussiegrit !!

thanks for taking care of my brit! have fun in the retirement gang, hope to see you soon!

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yourinsta race dump, and you’re welcome for the surprise guest this weekend 😚

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like, reblog, COMMENTT if you liked it 😚 if not, then why not?

today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!

[shaisuki]

goddddddd bully! atsumu, bully! osamu and bully! suna who goes too far with teasing their manager! chubby reader is so fucking delicious. maybe osamu wouldn't be much of a participant but the other two are vile 🧍🏽

I love when they have to try a-z methods just to reconcile with chubby!reader again 🤌🏽❤️

ugh, the trio are the worst combination of it all. the bullying's not complete and ineffective if you aren't crying. see the tears welling up in your eyes and your voice cracking up telling them to stop.

stop what?

atsumu's crude and damn loud about pointing your insecurities aloud. pinching and groping where he deemed that pokes too much. the waistband of your pants squeezing your stomach and showing that cute muffin top in your shirt, god forbids he won't be touching that. pinching the flesh and groping it and atsumu comments how big it was that it hurts. it started to leave bruises and imprints of his hands in that. laughs everytime you move and see your fat jiggle like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen in his life and there's his twin.

osamu isn't the extreme in the physical but knows what buttons to push to get you bothered and later sniffing on your own to hide the tears. backhanded compliments and comments are made when you do something simple as eating. “'yer going to get bigger than already 'ye are.” then shrugging it like nothing it was and offers you more food and you're questioning your sanity after that.

suna doesn't comment much but his gallery is littered with your embarrassing pictures that he had taken from the previous meetings. your photos are in weird angles and some are taken with awkward poses you didn't even know about. wether it was refilling water bottles or placing the stray balls back in the storage bin. some are made to look your body to be deemed worst and he would crack a smile from it and atsumu would join. tears in his eyes while he comments on how wide you are.

it doesn't make much of a difference to them and when you gathered the courage to tell to stop it only ends in worst. saying that you're too sensitive and a killjoy. they were only having a good laugh about you and then the winds change when you ignore them for the rest of the day and shutting them down in practices.

they tell you they're sorry and delights you with small tokens of gifts. osamu makes you food. cooing how you eat his food well and it makes him happy that you love his food that much. atsumu lays down on the teasing and tells you how much he loves your body in his hands and suna just... you know the silent treatment. they do it so well that you think they've changed and only for them do it again. cause where's the fun if there's no tears and the cute sniffles you always made for them. your soft, plush body trembling while they teamed up on their relentless teasing.

they always take it as challenge on how far you can endure it and the cycle never ends. hope you have a replacement or find a way to leave the volleyball team.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Attention | Zilla Fatu x Reader | SMUT! 18+ MDNI

Description: Reader acts out to get Zilla's attention.

Word Count: 1,827

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, possessiveness, daddy kink, edging, bratting, brat taming, punishment.

Requested by: @wrestlingbaby

Y/N pouts, She's been trying to get her man's attention all day, but he seems too focused on his phone or other things. It's driving her crazy.

"Zilla," she whines, sitting down next to him on the couch. "Pay attention to me."

Zilla doesn't even look up from his phone, his thumbs moving rapidly as he types out a message.

"I'm busy, babygirl. Gotta get ready to film this vlog." he states.

Y/N huffs, feeling rejected and frustrated. She decides to take matters into her own hands and heads to her room to get dressed.

She rummages through her closet and finds a short, revealing dress that she knows will get Zilla's attention. She puts it on, along with some heels and does her makeup in a sultry way.

Once she's done, she walks back out into the living room, her hips swaying with every step. She knows she looks good, and she's determined to get his attention.

"I'm going out, Z. Don't wait up."

Zilla finally looks up from his phone, his eyes widening as he takes in her appearance. He can't help but admire the way she looks in that dress, but he tries to keep his cool.

"Where you going looking like that?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.

Y/N smirks, pleased that she's finally getting a reaction out of him.

"Out," she says coyly, knowing full well that it will drive him crazy. "I need to have some fun, since someone here isn't giving me any attention.. I'm sure it's somebody out there who will."

Zilla's jaw clenches at her words, jealousy and anger coursing through his veins.

"Your ass ain't going out nowhere dressed like that," he says firmly, standing up and walking towards her.

Y/N crosses her arms, standing her ground.

"And who's going to stop me? You?" she challenges, raising an eyebrow.

Zilla steps closer to her, towering over her. He grabs her chin, tilting her face up towards him.

"Yes, I will," he growls, his eyes dark with possessiveness. "You're not going out looking like a walking invitation for every other dude to try and take you home."

Y/N's heart races at his touch, but she tries to maintain her bratty demeanor.

"You don't own me," she retorts, trying to pull away from his grip. "I can do whatever I want."

Zilla tightens his grip on her chin, pulling her closer to him.

"I do own you," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "And maybe it's time I remind you who the fuck you belong to."

Y/N's breath hitches as he pulls her flush against him, his body pressing against hers. She can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it's making her dizzy with desire.

Zilla leans down, his lips brushing against her ear as he speaks.

"You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "You think you can wear that dress and flirt with other guys and not face the consequences?"

Y/N shivers, her body responding to his words and touch. She knows she's playing with fire, but she can't help herself. She loves pushing his buttons and seeing how far she can take it.

Zilla chuckles darkly, his hand sliding down her body and resting on her hip.

"You're a brat, you know that?" he says, his grip tightening on her hip as he pulls her even closer. "A brat who needs to be taught a lesson."

Y/N lets out a small gasp as he presses her against the wall, his body pinning her in place.

"And what kind of lesson are you going to teach me, daddy?" she asks, looking up at him with a defiant glint in her eyes.

Zilla smirks, his hand trailing up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress up higher.

"The kind that leaves you begging for mercy," he says, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Y/N bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan as his touch sends shivers down her spine. She can feel herself getting wet, her body responding to his dominance.

Zilla notices the way she's reacting to him, and a smug smile spreads across his face.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. "You like being trapped against the wall, at my mercy."

Y/N nods, unable to form words as he continues to tease her. She's desperate for more, but she knows better than to ask for it.

Zilla leans in, his lips brushing against her neck.

"You're so sensitive," he murmurs, his hot breath sending goosebumps across her skin. "I can feel how wet you are, and I've barely even touched you yet."

He continues to kiss and nip at her neck, his hands roaming over her body. He knows all of her weak spots, and he's using them to his advantage.

"You're mine," he growls against her skin. "No one else can make you feel like this but me."

Y/N lets out a soft moan, her body arching into his touch. She can feel herself getting more and more desperate, but she's still determined to hold onto some of her bratty attitude.

Zilla smirks against her skin, sensing her struggle to keep her cool.

"You're trying so hard to be defiant, but I can see right through you," he says, his hands sliding up her body and cupping her breasts.

Y/N gasps as he begins to knead her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.

"You can act like a brat all you want, but your body knows who it belongs to," he says, his voice low and rough.

He continues to play with her breasts, his touch both rough and gentle at the same time.

Y/N's head falls back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the sensation. She's trembling now, her body craving more of his touch.

Zilla notices her reaction, and he takes advantage of it. He leans in, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth, exploring and dominating as his hands continue to roam over her body.

Y/N melts into the kiss, her body pliant and willing as he takes control. She moans into his mouth, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she tries to pull him closer.

Zilla pushes her harder against the wall, his body pinning her in place as he deepens the kiss. He can feel her desperation, her need for him, and it only fuels his desire to dominate her even more.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down her jawline and neck. He nips and sucks at her skin, marking her as his own.

"Mine," he growls again, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.

Y/N's eyes widen as he suddenly stops, leaving her on the edge of desperation. She looks up at him, her expression a mix of frustration and need.

"Please," she whimpers, her voice shaky. "Don't stop."

Zilla grins, enjoying the way she's practically begging him.

"Begging already, princess?" he says, his tone smug. "I haven't even gotten started yet."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I want you to remember who's in charge here," he whispers, his breath hot against her skin. "And that means I decide when you get to cum."

Y/N shivers at his words, her body aching for release. She tries to move her hips, seeking some sort of friction, but Zilla holds her in place.

"Don't move," he says, his voice stern. "You'll take what I give you, and nothing more."

He steps back, his eyes raking over her body as he admires the sight before him. She's completely at his mercy, her dress disheveled and her breathing heavy.

"Look at you," he says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "So desperate and needy for me."

He takes a step closer again, his hand trailing up her thigh and under her dress.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his fingers brushing against the damp fabric of her panties.

An hour passes, and Zilla has spent the entire time teasing and denying Y/N. He's pushed her to the edge countless times, only to stop just before she can reach her release.

Y/N is a mess, her body trembling with need and frustration. She's lost count of how many times he's denied her, and she's practically begging him to let her cum at this point.

Zilla watches her, a satisfied smirk on his face. He loves seeing her like this, completely desperate and at his mercy.

"Are you ready to beg properly now, princess?" he asks, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on her inner thigh.

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes pleading.

"Please, Zilla," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I need to cum. I can't take it anymore."

Zilla grins, clearly enjoying the sound of her pleading.

"That's more like it," he says, his fingers finally slipping under her panties and sliding through her wet folds, "Who owns this slutty lil pussy?"

He teases her clit with his thumb, his touch feather-light.

"Say it," he growls, his eyes burning with intensity. "I want to hear you say it."

He leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear again.

"Say it, princess," he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "Say that this slutty pussy is mine, and I'll let you cum."

"Y-you," she gasps, her voice breaking with need. "My pussy is yours, Z. Please, please let me cum."

A satisfied smile spreads across Zilla's face.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers finally starting to move faster against her clit. "You're so obedient when you're desperate, princess."

He continues to toy with her, his touch bringing her closer and closer to the edge once again.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "Are you going to be a good little slut and cum all over daddy fingers?"

"That's it," he growls, his fingers moving in just the right way. "Let go, princess. Cum for me."

She can't hold back any longer, her body arching off the wall as she finally reaches her climax, her knees buckling and her legs fill like jello. She cries out his name, her walls clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Zilla watches her intently, his eyes dark with lust as he feels her body tremble against him. He continues to stroke her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as much as possible.

Once she's finally come down from her high, he pulls his fingers out of her and brings them to his lips, licking them clean.

"You taste so good, princess," he says, his voice husky. "And you're so beautiful when you cum for me."

[thewertsearch]

TT: Then why do you bother with the conversations? Obligation to predestination, as usual? There is no obligation. It's a pleasure. [....] I've always had a soft spot for young ladies.

Ew.

TT: Suddenly this conversation is kind of terrible. [...] There should be no reason for you to feel uncomfortable with this interaction. Try to think of me as one of your kindly human uncle figures. In fact, if I were in your presence now, I would offer you candy to prove it.

Ew!

TT: Can we talk about the scratch instead of this?

Please!

Man, this guy really did come right out of a child's nightmare.

You are situated near the game construct supplied by your session for causing the Scratch, yes? […] It will always be an edifice of similarly cryptic design, located on the planet that is home to the Hero of Time. Its environment dictates the nature of its construction. Its power is dangerous, and is meant to be utilized only in emergencies such as yours. TT: You mean, in sessions where victory is no longer possible? Yes.

A panic button, then. Since it's located on the Time planet, I'm guessing it's some sort of undo button - a universal ctrl-z for broken sessions.

Maybe this is why the Scratch opens rifts. If you're stretching the fabric of time across an entire Incipisphere, it's bound to tear a little.

TT: Is that sort of emergency common? […] Failure is common. But the composition of yours is quite atypical.

And whose fault is that, Doc?

TT: Then, it's like a panic button for the players to push once they realize the cause is lost. Yes, but causing the Scratch is not an easy task either. The construct must be destroyed in a very specific way to release its energy.

Why isn’t it an easy task, though? Wouldn't Sburb want to give sessions another chance to propagate existence?

Well.... if a Scratch can rip holes in reality, the game probably doesn't want to hand them out like hot cakes. Maybe you need to prove to Skaia that your session is worth the risk, by demonstrating your competence in one final challenge.

You aren't ready to cause the Scratch yet. […] TT: What will the one who does it have to do? I should let them know. He will have to scratch the surface of the plateau across its full diameter. […] You will require a certain needle to create a breach in the surface that will be adequate. […] The needles must be acquired from the denizen of the Witch of Space. Her quills are very large and potent. They will be able to cause the Scratch.

Makes sense to me. Echidna is located on the Space planet, and reviving the session should probably be a collaboration between Time and Space.

After all, we don't just need to fix Sburb's plot.

We've also got to repair the setting.

TT: This really seems more elaborate than you lead me to believe. I didn't lead you to believe anything. I told you to find the construct and await advisement on the Scratch. The plans you were making were based on assumptions and fabrications of your imagination. You were writing more stories, much like those about your false magical men.

I know, right? It's almost like she's a child completely out of her depth, and you're taking advantage of it.

[chlmtsdoll]

the new pics of z at wimbledon have me in a chokehold!! can i please request a blurb or something based on it like her attending the match with reader as her date and the reader gets bets tashi on who she thinks is gonna win and she gets needy

I literally need blonde Z forever omfg she’s TOO gorg !! I struggled a bit w this bc I know literally nothing about tennis but I tried my very best 🤍

WIMBELDON

18+ ౨ৎ word count: 1.5k

warnings: smut ! oral (f) receiving, teasing, sub-ish Tashi

You weren’t fully convinced that the soreness of your neck would ease quick enough from the way your head jumped back and forth along with crowds of people around you. Intensity rising in the silence as everyone watched the neon ball travel back and forth across the court.

Tashi to your left gripped her knees in anticipation as she lounged forward, emerged in the game as it had just been getting good. Peaking the climax of it all.

Her blonde locks were angel like as they made her skin glow on this lightly gloomy but sunny day. Her light grey cashmere suit jacket matched the clouds in the sky and the blue and navy stripped tie around her neck made you sink your teeth straight into your dior oiled lips.

You couldn’t dare to stop daydreaming of the moment the match was over and you could finally get your hands under her blazer and loosened button up.

“Let’s go,” Tashi’s tone was sanguine and her pupils dilated as all her senses were focused on the court.

You just kicked back and relaxed in your seat, adjusting your Chanel sunglasses as you were more than sure the little bet you convinced Tashi to make with you, had been up in your favor currently.

You challenged if your pick of opponent closed the match with a win, you’d get to play top. Be the one in charge of the powerful yet gracious woman later on tonight when you’d both gotten back to your hotel room.

And Tashi declared that if her opponent won, you’d have to let her ride your face till you were beat and purely tiresome.

Being always down for a naughty game, and a rush to win, it was maybe up to luck that your side of the court had been scoring clean off the charts.

And when you heard cheering as everyone stood around you, a grin spread across your lips as the ball really did land in your court. Tashi’s fists clenched down hard against her short slacks with a grunt you found all too seductive, as the rest of the arena was filled with claps and cheers echoing around.

You leaned into your scowling girlfriend as you relaxed in with a sigh,

“You know what that means,” you implored the woman with mischief as she met your eye line and shook her head at the way your hand slid down your own thigh.

“Don’t get too cocky, your in control till I say you’re not.” The blonde narrowed her almond eyes at you and she matched your sly grin.

You knew it was your one chance to have her exactly how you wanted. So when you were tugging on her lightly disheveled tie as you both stumbled into your hotel room you knew exactly what of your day dreams you were ready to make come alive.

Giggles filled the air of the room as you kissed your tall lean girlfriend with passion. Tashi’s hands came up to balance your waist as she had you against the wall, lips crashing like waves and you moved her so she’d been the one pushed against the wood.

Your fingers coming from the delicate shape underneath her washed out blazer to start undoing her tie, soft grin to her lips as she smooched back with hunger.

“Mmm, that was a good fucking game.” The woman breathed out as she leaned into you and you had been just ready to shed your panties right then.

“On the bed.” You breathed out, “you should of seen your face when it was near a tie.”

Your laughter was all around as Tashi rolled her eyes and watched you crawl your way up to her on the mattress, face hot and ready to dive straight into the tantalizing essence that she was.

“Just pick your poison before I change my mind,” Tashi sputtered as she stripped down till her exposed silky skin was all shown an your eyes flashed with desire to devour her pretty quickly.

“But that wasn’t part of the bet.” You partly whined.

“I don’t give a shit about the bet,” Tashi cooed as she matched your tone and she just couldn’t help but assort dominance in some way.

But quickly you took her caramel thighs and pulled them straight to your rapture as you left a slight grip on her now exposed skin, quickly noticing she had already been slick with arousal at the sight of her pussy. You tried not to smile too big when you met eyes of the womans browns starting to fill with lust as she sat up on her elbows to view you.

You stroked her butter like legs, “so quick to op out but you know you want it just as much as I do..”

Tashi chuckled lightly at your humor, her hands coming in contact with your locks. “Make me feel good… please.” She added with only a half forced smile to make you feel in charge and you kissed down her inner thighs softly as you reached her heat.

You almost whimpered at just her strong but gratifying like aroma of raspberries and something sweet that was toasted itself. You couldn’t wait any longer to get your lips around her bud and Tashi’s breath hitched slights as you did so. Watching your mouth work around her clit, you sucked and flicked your tongue eloquently.

You moved your tongue against her in magnifying ways as you consumed her taste. Tashi started to let out a small pass of sighs and whimpers as you flattened your tongue on her for a second and she gripped your hair in her hands, you could sense her toes curling by your head and that only made your own wetness start to gather beneath your panties.

“Yeah.. more- -“ Tashi’s sweetened tones pour from her lips and made a perfect audio of music to your ears as you got her off to your own delight, even adding a finger to slide through her soaked folds to move through her as you lapped up what she gave you.

Her moans filled your ears and you realized she was starting to tense up, edging on her release. Her head fell back as she let you take over her body and warned you through the upcoming rush “baby, I’m gonna cum,” she groaned as her supermodel like body shook,

But she drilled as you pulled away from her cunt and let your finger slip out suddenly. Her eyes met yours almost immediately in disruptions as there was nothing but a soft pout on your lips hiding a smirk.

“Well, we’ll see how you good you cum without my help since our little bet didn’t matter so much to you,” you say sweetly as you kissed your girlfriends face that was left slack jaw as she peered up at your smile of mischief in pure disbelief.

[thesims4blogger]

EA Shares Details on the Upcoming “Reaper’s Rewards Event”

On a new blog post, EA shares detailes about the upcoming Reaper’s Rewards Event.

Unlike the last season of Login Events, this time players will actually have to complete tasks in live mode in order to get the rewards.

As previously announced, the event starts on September 24th. Read all details below.

Reaper’s Rewards Event

Work with Grim to discover the secrets of Ambrosia, earn Event Points, and unlock bone-chilling rewards!

Get ready for a free, limited-time Event where you'll need to venture into Live Mode to participate.

The Grim Reaper is reaching out to you…but don’t be afraid to answer since it seems Grim wants your help. And the best part? You'll be rewarded for your efforts throughout the Event, with one being a brand new Lot Challenge, Scare Seeker, where Sims will get excited instead of scared while on the lot!

How Does it Work?

Open Live Mode with an existing or new Household. After a short wait, The Grim Reaper will call upon you!

The Event will run for eight weeks, with two exciting Quests each week. Your journey begins by assisting Grim with researching Ambrosia, a special Gourmet dish that can lift any Sim’s spirits. As the weeks progress, you’ll continue to unlock the secrets of Ambrosia and eventually learn how to cook it! The more Quests you complete, the more Event Points and rewards you’ll earn.

Make sure you’re online. Log in to your EA account.

Enter Live Mode, and you’ll see the first pair of Quests, which start with a pop-up. In Live Mode, you can access the Event Screen by clicking on the Event Icon!

Earn Event Points by completing Quests and Goals. As you earn Event Points, you’ll be able to claim new rewards.

Claim your rewards through the Event Screen in the Main Menu or Live Mode by selecting Claim. Note: You must be in Live Mode to claim Consumable Rewards.

Claimed rewards will be available in Build Mode, Create a Sim, or your Sim’s Inventory. You can filter to view Event rewards with the Event Rewards filter under the Special category in both Create a Sim and Build Mode. For more help with claiming rewards, check out our EA Help article. 

Each week, two new Quests will be available. Complete these Quests to earn more Event Points and unlock new rewards!

The Reaper’s Rewards Event will have six weeks of Quests and two extra weeks at the end, so there’s plenty of time to catch up and complete it!

Claim the Reaper’s Rewards to create a goth-chic Sim who revels in a good scare, or just enjoy a chance to get to know Grim a little better! Rest assured, your claimed rewards are stored on your EA account, so you do not need to worry about losing them.

Week 1

Summon The Grim Reaper with The Grimophone to listen to your favorite tunes! Sport your new Earrings of Imminent Demise while thrilling Sims with scares using the new Scare Seeker Lot Challenge.

Week 2

Get comfy in the new Trad Goth Jeans while simultaneously brushing up on multiple skills with The Green Lady’s Lost Tome. This Tome allows you to gain skills in Gardening, Cooking, and Fishing all at once!

Week 3

Make sure your Sims wear the proper footwear with the Trad Goth Buckled Boots while taking a ride around the neighborhood on Grim’s Cruiser Bicycle.

Week 4

Like the Life & Death Tattoo, the Portrait of Lady Mimsy Alcron Shallot in the Garden is a true piece of haunting art. Just don’t look too long, or things could get a little toasty.

Week 5

Get dressed up with the Trad Goth Button-Up while flexing your Mixology skills by crafting the new Spectral Spritzer drink. This drink will turn your Sim into a temporary ghost!

Week 6

If your Sim has bags under the new Prowling Peepers eyes, catch up on some eternal Z’s with Casket of Quiet Repose.

FAQ

Do I need to log in to my EA account?

A: Yes, by logging into your EA account, you save your Event progress and the rewards you earn from this Event to the account. That way, if you ever need to install The Sims 4 again, you simply need to log back in to gain access to your rewards!

Are these rewards really free?

A: Yes, these rewards are free when you claim them through the Event Screen. Once claimed, the rewards for this Event will be available in the Base Game.

What about SDX releases, I thought those were to provide free content and updates!

A: Sims Delivery Express drops aren’t going away, but we're always looking for new and novel ways to deliver gameplay, as well as objects and clothing to add to your Sims' lives. You can still expect SDX releases throughout the year as well as new Events to engage with The Sims 4 throughout the seasons.

What if I log in and don’t see the Event?

A: The Event starts on 9/24 at 7 a.m. PST and ends on 10/12. Please make sure you are online and logged into your EA Account. If you still do not see it, you may need to restart The Sims 4 or disable any UI mods you have installed.

Will this be available to Everyone? 

A: Yes! The Reaper’s Reward Event will be available to everyone starting 9/24, and you won’t need any Packs to participate.

What are Event Points? 

A: Event Points are a limited-time measurement for the Reaper’s Rewards Event that allows you to claim free rewards. As you earn Event Points, you progress along an experience track and can claim rewards along the way.

How do I earn Event Points?

A: Each Quest Objective in a quest gives Event Points. Mousing over the Quest will have a tooltip telling you how many points you will earn. Completing the entire Quest nets additional Event Points. Once you have enough, you can claim rewards.

Do I have to spend Event Points?

A: Your Event Points are a cumulative total. When you claim a reward, you still stay at the same Event Point total, so your Event Points aren’t actually “spent.”

What happens if I have leftover Event Points?

A: Grim is offering a finite number of rewards. If you claim them all and still have Event Points, don’t worry! Your Event Points cannot be used for anything other than the Reaper’s Rewards Event and will expire when the Event is over.

Can I still complete the Event if I start late? 

A: Yes, the event will run for 8 weeks. If you start late, you will have access to all the previous week’s Quests.

[littlemourningstarr]

Pampered

If the only way for Atavia to accept her husbands' pampering and spoiling of her is to give her so much pleasure her mind completely shuts down- well, Astarion and Gale are up for that challenge.

Kinktober 2024, Day 24: "Overstimulation"

Read below or on AO3!

Pairing: Astarion x Gale x Female Tav

Featuring a special guest! @agent-oo-z was kind enough to lend me their tav, Atavia, for today's prompt! You can read about Atavia in their fic, "So Full of Love I Could Barely Eat".

Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, overstimulation, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, kinktober, kinktober 2024

Atavia smiled against Gale’s kiss, the wizard’s hands on the swell of her hips, anchoring her down as the back of her legs bumped into the bed. Astarion, behind her, had already crawled onto it, was on his knees, fingers carding through her dark hair, nails delightfully scratching gently against her scalp.

Having both her husbands’ attention on her had her stomach in knots, a heat radiating from her core. But oh, the need to touch them back was innate. She wriggled in their hold, tried to break from Gale’s mouth, intent on getting her mouth on his neck, kissing where the tendrils of the orb used to lace his skin. But the wizard was firm, refusing to let her pull off, nipping at her lip like Astarion would, as the vampire moved his hands from her hair, encircled her waist and began toying with the buttons on her pants.

“Wait,” she managed, Gale finally giving her a moment to breathe. But the wizard was at her throat, as Astarion got her pants open.

“Why?” the vampire asked, his chilled breath right on her ear. She shivered, as his fingertips pressed low on her belly, dipped just below her underwear. “So you can move the attention to one of us?” His grip around her was iron, so when she tried to tip to the side, so that Gale could kiss Astarion as the wizard had just kissed her, she was unable to.

“Absolutely not happening,” Gale reasoned, one of his hands moving up between them, cupping her breast through her clothing. She arched slightly, pushing into his hand, her mind running in separate directions with each of them, at the same time attempting to reason as to why the pleasure should be shifted to one of them first- because it was right, because they deserved it, because she loved them-

In the end, it left her mind a screaming tumult of thoughts, that all seemed to silence, for just a moment, when Astarion’s hand slid lower, sliding over her clit, along her lips, and then back to tease slowly. She gave a little moan, and Gale was back at her mouth, pecking it affectionately now.

“You can turn that pretty little brain off,” Astarion murmured, fingers moving as if he had touched her for centuries, as if they had known each other since time began. “You’re with us, you’re safe.”

It wasn’t a matter of safety. She trusted Gale and Astarion, implicitly- but they deserved each other, deserved to feel good, deserved to be revered and worshiped-

“You deserve to be pampered,” Gale whispered, “and whatever else are we for, as your husbands? Let us take care of you.” He paused, catching her dark eyes. “We want to.”

They were for many things, none of which were tied to their pleasing her. She was about to say as much when Astarion added, “he’s making a point, my sweet. Don’t think quite so literally.”

Easy for him to say. Still, before Atavia could find the words to argue, Astarion was pulling his hand from her pants, and both men were eagerly undressing her. It was a tangle of Astarion’s mouth on hers, as Gale eased her clothing down her thighs, hands ghosting along the curves of her legs- and then Gale, eagerly kissing her again, as Astarion guided her shirt over each arm-

Both only pulling back to remove it over her head and leave it discarded on the bedroom floor. Then Astarion was hauling her back onto the bed, laying her out in the plush pillows as Gale climbed onto the bed, spreading her thighs. She opened her mouth again to advise they didn’t need to do this- and then Astarion was kissing her, silencing the words as Gale laid out between her thighs, didn’t waste any time before he dragged his tongue up along her slit.

She dug her shoulder blades back into the bed, gasping- and Astarion pulled back, stroked some of her hair back. “There, there darling girl, you’re alright. You’re with us.” He pecked her cheek, an overly affectionate touch. “And we want you, my love. We want you to feel good. It brings us joy.”

As if in response, Gale groaned into her, tongue moving slowly to savor her taste. Atavia tipped her head back a bit, trying to take Astarion’s advice and let her mind shut off. It was hard, a damn near impossible task- but focusing on Gale’s tongue, and the way it would circle her clit once, twice, three times, before dragging down the length of her, eager to get at her entrance and lap up as much of her excitement as he could- well, it helped.

She let her eyes fall shut, felt Astarion peppering kisses down her neck, over her collarbone- and then along the swell of her breast. He closed his mouth around one nipple, teasing it to hardness with the points of his fangs, his tongue, as his other hand cupped her other breast, kneaded the soft skin and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

She could feel tension, a tightness, beginning to build in her belly and back, spreading from between her thighs. Her breathing hitched- then caught completely when Gale moved back to her clit, as he eased a finger into her. She squirmed, could feel Astarion’s teeth and mouth threatening to leave little bruises along her breast as he moved from her nipple, content to mark her up as if she was his-

No, theirs. Both of theirs.

The vampire held her in place, even as she squirmed, bucked slightly, Gale thrusting his finger slowly, just enough to make her nerves begin to awaken, as he focused on her clit. She was panting, eyes squeezed shut when her orgasm hit- giving a wordless cry, pushing her cunt up against Gale’s mouth. “That’s it,” Astarion whispered into her skin, reaching a hand down to tangle in Gale’s hair, holding his head in place as the wizard’s tongue worked her through the first orgasm.

Only when she began to squirm, overly sensitive, did Astarion move to pull Gale’s head up, straightening up himself. He all but hauled the wizard up to his knees, mumbling give me a taste, as he sought out his mouth, kissed him voraciously. Gale grasped at Astarion’s biceps, and Atavia watched through heavy lidded eyes and dark lashes as Astarion sampled her cunt directly from Gale’s lips.

“Delicious as you are,” he whispered to Gale, “I need to taste her for myself.”

Before Atavia could even properly prop herself up on an elbow, Astarion was taking up the space between her thighs, wasting no time pushing his tongue directly into her. She cried out, trembling, as Gale braced a hand on her back, helping to steady her so she could watch as Astarion eagerly took his taste.

“Look how much he adores you,” Gale whispered, before his other hand gripped her chin, carefully turning her to face him so he could kiss her slowly. She could taste herself on his lips- it made her hips buck, had Astarion groaning over her response, his nails dimpling in the soft skin of her thighs.

Gale reached down, cupped one of her breasts, thumb rubbing along an overly sensitive, nearly sore nipple. She whined, and Gale pulled back enough to study the flush on her face. “Astarion left you nearly bruised,” he mumbled, and the vampire finally lifted his head.

“Nearly being the magic word there, loves.” Atavia whimpered over the implication- because Astarion never left her nearly bruised for long. Were it up to him, she’d be sprouting lilacs and buttercups along her skin like a wildflower garden. And oh, Gale could act shocked, but he’d add to them, much to her sheer adoration.

Astarion bowed his head back down, this time his tongue moving to circle her clit. Atavia bit at her lip, groaning, one hand fisting in Gale’s shirt, head feeling fuzzy, still so sensitive from her first orgasm.

Gale continued to toy with her nipple, until it was so taut it ached, and still he teased, causing her to pant again. She felt a trickle of sweat, down along her spine- could feel it against her scalp, her body all buzzing, swarming with bursts of fireflies. So many nerves were alive.

Astarion pushed her thighs wider apart, and Gale leaned into her ear, breathing out “come for him,” and she was gone for a second time, this orgasm clutching at her spine before she could even register it was happening. Astarion moaned wantonly into her, before he pulled away, just long enough to climb up to his knees, nimble fingers working at his pants.

“Atavia, darling, my love,” the vampire whispered, encouraging her to drag her stare to him. She felt so light, her body almost floating. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I need you to hold onto our Gale and come for us again. Can you do that, love?”

Atavia worried her lip, as Gale gathered her into his arms, holding her to his chest, as Astarion hiked one of her legs up over his hip. Gale kissed her hair, a dichotomy of tender and feral, as Astarion’s touches, while eager, were just as affectionate- but still a grounding presence, as her head swam and swam and swam.

Astarion took himself in hand, gave his cock a single stroke- and idly, somewhere in her mind, which had gone quiet in a way she had forgotten it could, Atavia marveled that touching her could make him so hard, so wanton. She hadn’t even touched him, after all.

Before she could feel a guilt over that, Astarion eased into her, shut even those thoughts out, his cock stretching her so pleasantly. She turned, buried her face into Gale’s still clothed chest, her husband holding her tightly as she sobbed out a moan, one of Astarion’s hands pressing to her pelvis, thumb rolling over her clit. The bud was so hard it nearly hurt, so hypersensitive.

“Astarion,” she breathed, “gods, I don’t think I can come again yet.”

“I think you can,” he countered, circling her clit. “In fact, I know you can.” He pressed a bit harder, his thrusts pushing his cock along the sweet spot inside her, having her see stars behind her eyes.

When she tipped her head back, Gale was back at her neck, teeth grazing along her pulse, before his lips closed over skin, sucked in a way that burned, would leave a bruise- but coupled so sweetly with the euphoria she was feeling, radiating from her cunt.

“Gods, she just went so tight,” Astarion panted, “Gale, her breasts- I left them tender for you love.”

Gale listened, pulling from her neck and easing Atavia back to her back, cupping both breasts and squeezing, thumb flicking along her nipples. Gods they ached, had her squirming, mind nearly numb. It was so much- and then Gale took one into his mouth, pinched it with his teeth, and she was howling her pleasure, arching her back, another orgasm taking her, leaving her body clenching around Astarion as if she wanted to devour him into her bones.

“Fucking- hells,” the vampire gasped, his thrusts stuttering, Atavia’s body refusing to let him move properly. Still he circled her clit, let his head drop back as he found release in the way her body tried to milk him. Vaguely, as if she was drifting within another realm, Atavia was aware of the heat, spreading throughout her cunt.

Astarion pulled from her, but she swore she barely felt it. So much sensation left her nearly numb- so much so that she couldn’t protest as Gale guided her to roll over, onto her belly. She could hear them shuffling, and then hands, sliding over the swell of her ass, guiding her to raise it up until she had her knees digging into the bed.

And- gods below, that was Gale, easing into her now. She cried out, trembling down to her toes, nerves screeching at her like sirens, wailing in the sea. “It’s too much,” she managed, even as Astarion was there as she turned her head, kissed one of her cheeks that had grown wet. Gods, she was crying. When had the tears started? When had her body given up full control and simply let her feel all of these sensations?

“It’s not,” he soothed, “darling it’s not even enough. You deserve so much pleasure that you forget your very name- but never ours.” She felt Gale’s hand slide around her hip, as he bent over her, keeping a steady rhythm as he brushed his fingers over her clit.

The single touch was enough to make her scream. Every single thought except to breathe turned off, and the world was nothing but Gale’s cock, stroking the nerves inside her- Astarion’s hands, sliding through her hair, along her back, his little honeyed whispers into her ear.

She wasn’t even sure if she came again, or if she had ever stopped. The world whited out behind her lids, the room seeming to echo, the voices distant but warm, until she was stretched out between her husbands, Gale pressed along her back, the heat from his chest and belly soothing her. Astarion was pressed to her chest, legs tangled with hers, stroking his chilled fingertips along her jaw, her neck, into her hair- even tracing the lengths of her ears.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat felt raw. She wasn’t sure the last time she had called out to them so loudly- gods, she had screamed, hadn’t she? All of Waterdeep must have heard her…

“Just close those lovely eyes,” Gale soothed, his hand splaying on her belly, tracing along her navel. “When you’re back in your right mind, you can listen to us remind you again that you more than deserved that. That we want nothing more than to please you.”

“Gale does have a point- don’t tune him out… this time.” The wizard scoffed, the two playfully bickering as they held her- and Atavia let them. She might disagree with them once her nerves finally calmed down, once she could properly string together a thought- but for once, for just one glorious moment, her mind wasn’t able to grasp at the reasons why she shouldn’t have let them care for her, like this. Pamper her. Spoil her.

[the-pig-city]

!! Z PRESS SAVE !!

this time in ancient cheese, i proved that it's possible to destroy this rat with 1 z press instead of 2. great to get this one done :)

[zedneon]

Deep-Dish 9 this part without pressing Z

[alexandraisyes]

Confession time? You know what sure.

This fandom terrifies me. I've only been watching for nearly a year now. (I joined just after bloodmoons return)

The only reason I found teams is because of old animations of people in the regular dca / sun/moon fandom.

People that have turned away from tsams because of the harassment. But those animations made me check out the show.

And I as grew to love it more and more. I wanted to make content I grew scared. Because I was in the regular dca fandom and do just ship sun/moon

I have at this point gotten over that and posted two fics for TSAMS, even made artworks for fics I liked. And kept posting regular dca sun/moon stuff as well.

And so far nothing bad has happend but I know that won't last and that terrifies me. I am a fandom oldy. I have been part of fandoms wich were deemed to be some of the worst.

But there i was never so scared of posting my first fic for a fandom. And that is sad ain't it.

But when I posted my first tsams stuff. At least I know what I signed up for and am fully prepared for it. I know were I stand and am hopefully expierenced enough to tell when people will just try and provoke me Into picking a side

i have no desires to do for every singel issue this fandom seems to have (for some i think it's people just finding a reason to put you in a box to hate. So why make it easy on them. If they wanna know where I stand the can read through my blog. I ain't hiding my feeling on things)

I have my block button ready if need be. But I hope not.

I've seen some wonderful things being made in this fandom. And I hope that is something that will continue. But I do wonder how many people there were like me. That are/were to scared to post their work just because of the things going on. But unlike me...didn't find the courage to do so.

Sorry this got long and rambly as I tend to do...I hope it made some sense. And my phone didn't make to many autocorrects my tired brain won't see until it's way to late XD.

-Noffy

Hi Noffy! (Idk who you are, names are hard as fuck, but hi anyways!)

I know a lot of people have those same anxieties. Both in and out of the active fandom. I have a few friends with alt accounts purely for TSAMS because they primarily ship Sun/Moon or other DCA/DCA that don't have anything to do with TSAMS. I know a huge part of the fandom is made up of minors (and just generally younger folks/Gen Z) that just don't understand how fandom works.

If I had a nickel for how many times I've seen people in this fandom complaining about "incest ships and jokes" (oftentimes for things that are just the general DCA Sun/Moon that have NOTHING to do with TSAMS) and the other fans had to tell them how to use the block button I would have half of my phone bill. Because it's constant.

Which is partially why I'm so goddamned insistent on challenging those ideas of what the fandom experience is "supposed to be" in this fandom. We're in a fandom where it is canonically acknowledged that there are dimensions where Sun/Moon exist, and people are still freaking out over non-TSAMS Sun/Moon art. Can anyone else see the irony? Or those who pick and choose what AUs are or are not acceptable. If SolarMoon/SolarNexus can be an acceptable ship in this fandom under the pretense that "They were never brothers" or "They realized that they didn't want to be brothers" then every other "taboo" ship should be on the same level of acceptable since we're not dealing with living, blood-related things, but rather animatronics who decide family based on word of mouth.

So the just general hypocrisy in this fandom is fucking ridiculous and is why I'm constantly pushing onto people "If you see something that you think is interesting and want to make an AU do it!" Make the AUs. This is the AU fandom (other than Undertale but I advise people from going there, that place is getting worse by the day). Make conventional and unconventional AUs. I literally have a fucking fanfiction series about TSAMS with "Unconventional" in the name. (And it's a hit btw). The more people who stop worrying about what other people would think and just have fun the more enjoyable and less hostile this fandom would be.

And I talk about this kind of thing a lot on my page because I think it's important. I think the general hypocrisy is stupid. I think that hiding in fear is stupid too, and pretending to dislike or like things you don't is dishonest. To both others and yourself.

I'm glad that you finally felt comfortable enough to upload fanworks for this fandom, and I'm sorry that it took a gathering of courage to do so. And I hope that eventually, the people who are overwhelmingly positive and sane about fan experiences can outweigh the people who are more worried about fictional morality or canon compliance. I've had to block several people in this fandom already, either for trying to police the fandom or for deliberately breaking my boundaries (squinting at the minors who came in my discord to talk about my nsfw fanworks).

I also got long and rambly (as I also tend to do) so I'll forgive you for your petulance (/light-hearted).

I'm not "of old fandom" but I don't think that anything you do in fandom for the sake of enjoying fandom can be comparable to a real-life crime. I grew up teaching myself the old fandom mentality and I never once fathomed people could harass others over fictional works for the obvious reason that it's fiction and it's not hurting anyone. And if you didn't enjoy the book why were you reading it? These are things that I understood at quite a young age since I was an avid reader of normative fiction (novels). And when people complained about a book to me that they read of their own volition I always would wonder why they kept reading if they didn't enjoy it, for the obvious answer is when you come across a book you don't like seem to be to put it away.

So when I joined Twitter at age 17 one can imagine my shock at the idea that people were getting harassment over things that they made for other people, because one wouldn't publicly harass an author of a published novel for writing something they find distasteful. I think if more people would just treat fanworks the same way they treat solid media that you can turn the pages of we would have severely fewer issues in fandom. Someone spent time making content for others to enjoy (for free) and if you don't find yourself in the group that content is for then you don't have to make it everyone else's issues. Put the metaphorical book back on the shelf and find something else to do.

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[remyfire]

Trapper A, B, N, T and Hawkeye N, P, F (i hope that's not too many)

If possible I'd love to hear some headcanons about them + the nurses but I'm happy with whatever comes to your mind <3

Fear not, anon, I take it as a CHALLENGE~ NSFW Headcanons—A to Z Trapper: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think Trapper is a snuggler. He likes to stick around for a little while, kissing and touching and laughing and coming down together. He's so fucking starved of intimacy in Korea, the kind of loneliness that isn't sated just by physical sex. It's almost impossible for him to be vulnerable with how well compartmentalized he is, so he needs some way to get that comfort, that connection. Cuddles are perfect for it.

Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's his cock. There is an interesting conversation to be had about Trapper's relationship with his cock, ie the possibility that it becomes his entire sexual identity and thus contributes to aforementioned loneliness because he's constantly objectified in bed, but for my Trapper, it's absolutely his cock. He will dress in such a way to constantly have his bulge on display and you will like it.

Designating him a tits man. They always feel so good in his hands and nipples are such a pleasant thing to rub, tactile-speaking, to him. He loves the shape they make in a shirt, loves when the nurses leave one button too many unbuttoned to give him a peek of their tempting cleavage. Loves to fuck them, thereby putting his favorite body parts all together, actually, fhkfds

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Okay. Here is the thing. This is difficult because I do think that he's a man who would try anything once. I even think he'd be less repulsed by knife or bloodplay than Hawk or BJ might be—he's got a steady hand and perfect knowledge of how to do it in a sterile fashion that'll leave no infection, so sure, why not, he'll try it. As for turn-offs, I do think it would repulse him to hit a lady anywhere but on the behind. He can be warmed up to the idea of slapping someone's pussy if they ask for it, but anywhere else makes him feel a bit sick about doing.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Answered here!

Hawkeye: NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no breathplay with him. Absolutely not. His claustrophobic ass that almost died by drowning is not letting you even try it.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

We have heard two things about Hawkeye that are very interesting to me, which is that he's very thorough, but also he's very selfish. Can I be a Sidney for a second? Thinking about him being "thorough" when he's in a low because he's just moving slower, lingering on parts of the body that he's playing with, and "selfish" when he's manic because he just can't get himself to slow down, maybe doesn't pay as much attention to foreplay as he could have. But besides that, I think Hawkeye just in general contains sexual multitudes. I think he likes it at pretty much every pace at one point or another. It really just depends on his mood that day.

Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Hawkeye, noted ass appreciator, loves a good look at it during a fuck. He loves doggystyle, reverse cowgirl, just, absolutely anything that gives him easy viewing and touching access at all times.

[miniimapp]

4☆TOWN - Gingerbread Shenanigans

Gen ;; Fluff - Drabble/Short Story

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Grammarly coming in clutch once again

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 5 OF THE CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN AND DAY 25 OF ADVENT !! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <333

i do hope you've enjoyed these short stories and have had a wonderful christmas,, enjoy !!

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“Gingerbread time!” yells T as he slides down the hallway into the kitchen.

Already waiting by the countertop, Jesse dramatically rolls his eyes, causing Tae Young to stifle a giggle and quickly cover it with a fake cough. They’d spent the morning setting up the kitchen, organising all the necessary tools - bowls of icing, bags of sprinkles, gum drops, candy canes, chocolate buttons - and putting a station together for each member to build at. 

Bounding over to the kitchen table, where the stations were set up, T grins at the others. “Nice work you two, looks very orderly, like something straight out of some baking show!” he compliments. “But where’s Z and Ro?”

“Probably writing together somewhere,” Jesse answers, placing down some protective table covers just in case. “If you don’t mind grabbing them for me, try the bean bags.”

“No problemo, Jess, be back quick as lightning.” T calls, already speeding out of the room.

Soon enough everyone is gathered around the table, suiting up for the kitchen in matching ridiculous aprons, T and Jesse even donning some comically absurd chef hats that towered over their heads.

Clapping his hands together, T's excitement and anticipation practically radiating off him in waves. “Alright, alright, enough waiting around already! Let’s get this show on the road!” His voice has a commanding edge as if he’s about to lead hoards of gingerbread soldiers to victory.

Jesse raises an eyebrow. “If you wanted less waiting around you could’ve helped out instead of masking us do all the prep work, you know.”

“But you do it so well.” T returns in mock admiration.

Tae Young cuts in, a mischievous grin already spreading across his face as he announces confidently, “I’m ready to let the games begin. But don’t think I’ll let any of you get away with boring houses, I’m putting together a full-on gingerbread palace.”

“Challenge accepted,” Z replies, eyes narrowing playfully. “Don’t think I’m going down without a fight.”

Robaire scoffs haughtily, “This isn’t about pure technical skill. It’s about imagination, and clearly, I’m the only visionary at this table.”

The table bursts out in a series of eye rolls and snickers, all used to Z and Robaire’s tendency to take any and all perceived competition far too seriously.

“Boys, boys, let’s not forget this isn't a competition,” Jesse tuts, falling back into parental habits as if he were wrangling his actual kids.

“Maybe not for you,” Z counters, a slight edge to his voice, “I’m here to win.”

“What about you, T?” Tae asks, his tone goading, “You got any winning ambitions?”

“Nah, man. I’m just here to slap an edible house together and then feast, no time for competing. I’ve gotta be thinking about the best flavour combos.” T replies solemnly and perhaps too genuinely for some store-bought gingerbread house kits.

“Okay, okay, I can guarantee there’ll be no competition if we don’t get round to actually making the houses,” Jesse counters, putting an end to the discussion. He reaches for one of his house’s walls when he notices no one else is moving. “Go on then.”

As soon as the words tumble from his lips, the table dissolves into a mad flurry of gingerbread house construction, with members already laying claim to certain sweets and stealing them away to their stations to keep for whenever needed.

Starting first, Jesse takes his time assembling the foundations of his house, measuring each wall and securing them with just the right amount of icing to do the trick. Having made gingerbread houses with his kids almost every year since they were born, Jesse’s built up a knack for the assembly of each part and a step-by-step method to creating a simplistic yet perfectly acceptable gingerbread house. In the end, he’s left with a neat, distinctly homemade gingerbread house that feels strangely nostalgic.

Similarly, Z also takes an orderly approach to his building. His house is all clean edges and symmetry like it’s been lifted right off the instruction manual. Even his candy decorations are meticulously placed in pleasing patterns, with perfectly spaced M&M’s forming neat lines and edible star sprinkles arranged carefully on the roof. He may be the only one in the room taking this entirely too seriously, but that’s just how Z rolls, and he’s more than okay with that.

Robaire, on the other hand, was taking a more artistic approach in his gingerbread house assembly, as he did in life. His house may be leaning slightly to one side, and the sides of each slab of gingerbread may not line up perfectly, but the decorations are carefully thought out and executed perfectly. The gumdrops are arranged in a beautiful swirl of colour on the roof in a hypnotising pattern that draws attention far more than any of the imperfections of his build.

After initially attempting to stick the walls together with icing, which ultimately failed, T had tried to resort to superglue before being warned that superglue is not in fact edible. Eventually, T decided on haphazardly piling the gingerbread pieces together and dumping a load of icing over them before dumpling an even larger pile of sweets on top. To all the judging side-eyes he receives, T simply grins and claims “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”

Tae Young, however, had somehow managed to craft himself some upward extensions and a whole new semi-detached tower out of the sweets laid out on the table, transforming the ordinary gingerbread house into a castle just like he’d promised. There’s a light layer of frosting slathered all over the house, mimicking paint, candy canes used in all the corners as support beams, and gumdrops acting as bushes surrounding the building. Despite the added weight, his foundations don’t wobble or shift an inch.

Noticing everyone’s finished, T leans back, wiping his hands on his apron. “Alright, time for the gallery. Line ‘em up, boys.”

Everyone at the table stands up simultaneously, arranging their gingerbread houses into an orderly line, completely juxtaposing the chaos of the table around them. 

“Alright, we’ll get my midnight snack out the way so we can move on to your little contest, yeah?” T offers, already stepping up to present his ‘house’.

Receiving no complaint, T gestures lovingly to his pile with a large grin. His creation is, at best, abstract, being only a pile of broken gingerbread slabs, fat dollops of icing, and a large helping of sweets dumped over the mess. “I don’t expect any of you to understand the enormity of the beauty you see before you, but worry not, I shall forgive you for your ignorance and allow you to gaze upon it either way.”

Robaire snorts, barely holding it together through T’s dramatics. “You sure that’s not just a pile of whatever you’ve been craving for the past couple weeks?”

Ignoring Robaire, T moves on. “Anyway, now onto the real reason you’re here… the contest.” Pretending to hold a judge’s clipboard, T struts around to line the boys up as well in front of their respective gingerbread houses.

“Who’s up first?” T asks.

First looking around for any other volunteers, Jesse steps forward. “I can go.” Cool and collected as ever, Jesse presents his gingerbread house with confidence. “I’ve kept it pretty simple, classic, if you will,” he says, with a small, approving nod of his own handiwork, “Can’t go wrong with the basics.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Tae comments, clapping for Jesse’s house.

“I'll go next,” Robaire volunteers as Jesse steps back into the line, walking up to show off his creation. He gestures to his colourful masterpiece with pride, despite its leaning walls. “Feast your eyes, everyone. You won’t be seeing art like this again in your lifetime.”

“Not bad,” Jesse compliments, “Definitely a great use of colour.”

Robaire grins at Jesse as he steps back into the line, Z popping out without a word to present his gingerbread house next. He gives it a quick once-over, checking its condition as if he hasn’t seen it for days, detecting no faults he goes on to speak. “Here is mine.”

Jesse whistles lowly at it, impressed by the precision and clear thought put into the house.

“Looks like it was made by a robot,” T whispers loudly, supposedly under his breath despite everyone hearing it.

“Thank you,” Z replies shortly. He always becomes more withdrawn when he gets into competition mode.

“And finally, contestant numero four is Tae.” T announces, gesturing grandly to the table, “Step on up.”

With a proud little grin, Tae bounds over to the table “Behold, losers,” he announces, gesturing towards his palace with great flair and gusto, “Read it and weep.”

Z rolls his eyes as T pretends to swoon, dramatically swooping, “It’s the gingerbread castle of my dreams!” he cries.

The group erupts into laughter, then stands in a line, admiring their work. While it’s clear none of their houses are particularly exceptional - except maybe Tae Young’s, which was definitely something - it doesn’t matter. There are no judges, no prizes, just a group of friends enjoying themselves during the holiday season.

T turns to the group with a grin. “Alright, time for the final decision… we’re all winners here!” he declares excitedly.

With everyone’s gingerbread creations lined up in front of them, the laughter continues. The competition ends, but the real fun is just beginning - snacking on their hard work. With T leading the charge, they dig in, trying to figure out how much of each house they can eat without it all falling apart.

And as the last crumbs get devoured and the last bits of frosting licked from their fingers, the group settles back into their chairs, their laughter still echoing in the kitchen, content in the knowledge that sometimes the best holiday memories are made in the messiest moments.

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i hope you enjoyed <3