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[healthy-hacks]

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[lunarneo]

Poor Neo- “IBS Distress”

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#I saw this mango drink in the store- and didn't even bother checking the ingredients. #I just assumed that no sensible person would put wheat or any variation that'd have gluten in this drink. #WELL. LESSON LEARNED. NOTHING IS SAFE. EVERYTHING IS POISON. #webcomic #comic #furry #lgbt artist #trans artist #autistic artist #autistic oc #poor neo #if you liked my comics please consider giving a tip <:3 i don't get paid to make comics but i love making them for people to enjoy!

[coquelicoq]

I said, "Can I examine the dead human now?" Indah just looked tired. "Can you humor me and please refer to the victim as 'the deceased' or 'the victim' during the course of the investigation?" She turned to go, not waiting for an answer. She missed Mensah mouthing the words stop it at me. (Fugitive Telemetry, 12-13) Thiago was standing out on said observation deck, trying to reason with a potential target. (That’s "potential" per the earlier conversation where Dr. Arada said Oh SecUnit, I wish you wouldn’t call people "targets" and Thiago had given me the look that usually means It just wants an excuse to kill someone.) (Network Effect, 9)

ugh, hate it when these special snowflakes ask me not to refer to people as "the dead human" or [checks notes] "the human who i'm gonna kill here in a minute," sooo annoying 🙄

#guess who has finally started the network effect reread slash notetaking endeavor? this guy! #and this is the very first thing i noticed #(i feel i should clarify that page 9 is the first page in my copy lol. i can be observant! when i try really hard!) #i just love mb's push-and-pull between how it wants to refer to things and how the humans want it to refer to them #and how it like. snarkily corrects itself in its narration in such a way that you can just feel the eyeroll #e.g. 'Prematurely eliminating the visible targets (excuse me‚ potential targets) on deck #might just tip us out of incipient shitshow into full-on shitshow.' #or how in FT it starts saying 'the deceased' when talking to indah but continues using 'the dead human' in its internal monologue #WHICH i just think is INCHERESTING especially alongside mb's crankiness about very benign preservation naming conventions #it wants to use the words it wants to use! this is a display of independence! but hey guess what mb sometimes #other people have rights too lmao and yeah sometimes you gotta make concessions to their delicate little sensibilities #like ''not wanting to think of people as 'dead members of my species' or 'about-to-be-dead members of my species''' #murderbot #mb identifiers #mb categorization #the murderbot diaries #my posts #f #linked to #i also think it's funny that mb took arada's feedback and just added the word 'potential'. like i don't think that's arada's problem here? #AND it's interesting that later when mb is doing the dramatic rescue it decides 'at the last second' #to change from 'kill-hits' to 'wound-hits' because 'Thinking of Arada’s sad face made me too uncomfortable' #HMM. MUCH 2 THINK ABOUT

[fakeasmr]

oooooh look who got picked up by the algorithm today

#i have a whole video essay inside of me about the youtube algorithm is functionally a god #or at least seen as some sort of magic entity by youtubers #all thise tips and tricks to maximize viewership feel like religious rituals or spells #but I'm sure someone's already covered that more sensibly than i ever could

[leahsfiction]

i miss playing technoir... god. different times. i did use discord and, like, an ad hoc googledoc to track dice and adjectives and new npc/story developments but before that i wasn't even on discord. it was like. skype or roll20's default rtc or something.

#tabletop tag #i'm listening to this random tips episode from the fatt patreon and they're talking about netrunner #and how early c/w felt more overtly noirish than later c/w #in part maybe because of technoir's sensibility

[starrypawz]

I will chalk this down to reddit being reddit but I ended up in a really frustrating conversation

Someone: it'd be nice if companies didn't mess around with December paydays

Me: Yeah we actually got paid just before Christmas and it'd been a bit of a struggle having to stretch my money for an extra week

Then someone responds with like 'Why'

Me: Well we were told we were being paid on the 28th but I was paid on the 24th so I've had to factor that in

Them: Well you shouldn't have to you need to act as if you've been paid on the 28th like you normally do and just stick to your budget

Me: Well I'm on a low wage, also I'm not paid on the 28th every month my job shifts around my pay date sometimes

Them: That shouldn't matter it's a self control problem you should still have money left over if you stick to your budget

And I didn't respond after this point as like I know this wouldn't get anywhere.

Dude, this isn't so much a budgeting issue it's more a 'I straight up do not have enough money' I legit was paid 397.42 this month I would like to know how the flip flop you're meant to 'stretch' that as it's a bit like 'if i sneeze that costs me 20 quid'

I HAVE NO MONEY THAT IS THE PROBLEM I DO NOT GET PAID ENOUGH MONEY TO ACTUALLY FUCKING BUDGET PROPERLY YOU WALKNUT

#like i will admit i did maybe bungle my money a bit this month but also it's just like... i am paid such a low wage right now #that i can't like meaningfully save anything and like no matter what i do it's like im broke as shit #doesn't matter if im sensible with my money or stupid there is just NOT. ENOUGH. MONEY. #it's just there's a point where a lot of those 'budget and cut back' tips become kind of moot bc there's little left to actually cut back

[psalmsofpsychosis]

i like to play a game in which i ask myself "are you actually insane or have you been talking to white people too much"

#i dont mean it in a bad way but— yeah it has very specific affects on me #my culture is very warm blooded and fiesty #on a good day these people's breath could melt off the snow on the tips of the mountains that surround us #and white people make me feel like i have misplaced my rib bones #sometimes in a good way. my warmth can be unconventional and unexpected #but sometimes it's insanely lonely to be in the psychological and emotional vicinity of whote people #you've built a thousand years culture around distance #distance between yourselves and distance between you and your emotions and distance between you and the environment #on an individual level that's as foreign and fascinating to me as watching a north pole animal #(and i come from a desert culture) #and on a social level it's pure cultural shock; in my country i'm considered very very normal #for my need to express emotions and hug and kiss and touch people and be loud #and i start to feel like an three headed alien when i'm around white people mentality for too long #like no i dont understand your incessant need to be mild and moderate and ''sensible“. i dont want to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that's not how we do it here

[walks-the-ages]

Reading books from the 80's really cements my love of the ever-evolving, more-accessible formatting of writing these days.

Here is an example of what not to do when writing:

~~~~

Years of hiding her true self from Alain and from men like Collin automatically protected her; she uttered one surprised little gasp but somehow managed not to shrink from him. She even uttered a careless little laugh that sounded almost normal and met his eyes. “It’s a magical night, isn’t it Collin?” she asked breathlessly. He didn’t understand, of course. His face remained expressionless. No imagination at all! She thought in irritation. “Or maybe its just cold,” she went on, some of the vexation edged her voice.His eyebrows drew together, his eyes narrowed in that suspicious stare she hated so much.She took his collar in both hands, felt the least edge of satisfaction as he recoiled in surprise at her touch, and pulled the cloth together across his chest. “You really should button up,” she murmered sweetly, and walked around him. The buoyancy was gone from her step but she kept her back straight, her shoulders straight, and her step set her coat gems to swaying around the slouched boots. “Let him see nothing,” she whispered to herself. Wether he knew what she’d done or not, he suspected her, always. As Alain did. No escape….not tonight anyway. Collin would keep her under his eye, she wouldn’t get away from him again tonight. Despair tightened her throat. “Oh, Vincent--” What would he think?

~~~~

Do you see that giant paragraph?

That Giant Block of Text?

Do not do that.

When you are writing, new paragraphs should be made as a general rule of thumb when:

1) A new person is speaking

2) A new action is being taken by someone

3) any time the "camera" of the scene shifts focus, for lack of a better descriptor.

(These are not actual researched things --you can find the actual grammar rules easily with a google search --but these are just what my adhd brain knows instinctively from reading and writing so much)

For the "camera scene shift" I used above, imagine, if you can, that your scene is playing out in a television show. Anytime you think the camera would be panning around to show different things or people, that's a good clue as to when your paragraph breaks should be placed.

If you're having one character speak and emote, and then describe someone's reaction to their dialogue, like in the example? Paragraph break time!

Anyways. You see that Giant Wall of Text? There's a lot of actions and camera shifts going on there, it's......a lot, to say the least.

It's a very, very busy paragraph, and the complete Wall of Text makes it hard to focus on and just turns the scene into a jumbled mess.

Here's an easy way to fix that Wall of Text and make it about 110% easier to read, physically, as well as understand it:

~~~~~

Years of hiding her true self from Alain and from men like Collin automatically protected her; she uttered one surprised little gasp but somehow managed not to shrink from him. She even uttered a careless little laugh that sounded almost normal and met his eyes.

“It’s a magical night, isn’t it Collin?” she asked breathlessly. He didn’t understand, of course. His face remained expressionless. No imagination at all! She thought in irritation. “Or maybe its just cold,” she went on, some of the vexation edged her voice.

His eyebrows drew together, his eyes narrowed in that suspicious stare she hated so much.

She took his collar in both hands, felt the least edge of satisfaction as he recoiled in surprise at her touch, and pulled the cloth together across his chest. “You really should button up,” she murmered sweetly, and walked around him. The buoyancy was gone from her step but she kept her back straight, her shoulders straight, and her step set her coat gems to swaying around the slouched boots.

“Let him see nothing,” she whispered to herself.

Wether he knew what she’d done or not, he suspected her, always. As Alain did. No escape…not tonight anyway. Collin would keep her under his eye, she wouldn’t get away from him again tonight. Despair tightened her throat. “Oh, Vincent--” What would he think?

~~~~

There! A few paragraph breaks, as well as italicizing thoughts, and boom, this monster wall of text suddenly is so much easier to read and understand the actions.

This isn't perfect, because like I said there's.... a lot going on in the original paragraph, but simply putting paragraph breaks in between different actions, dialogue, and character-focus is enough to make a difference, especially for readers with any kind of reading disability.

If you're character is thinking thoughts like they're dialogue, as a general rule you should be italicizing those thoughts, like I've done above for "No imagination at all!", whereas before it was rather jarring to read the "she thought" dialogue tag .... after there was an exclamation point and zero formatting lol.

anyways. If you recognize which book this is from I salute you and I am curious is anyone is able to recognize it off the bat, I'd say it's a rather obscure fandom lol.

TL;DR -- Do not make your writing into walls of text. Avoid giant paragraphs, and paragraph breaks should be made whenever a new person is speaking, or when the 'camera' of the scene shifts to someone else.

#long post #writing tips #accessibility #walks reads #writing #creative writing #random #sorry but the original paragraph was so fucking hilariously run on I had to make a post #I am so glad that sensibility has changed since the 80s #or 90s in this case

[goatsandgangsters]

how to find literally any post on a blog in seconds (on desktop)

there are so many posts about ~tumblr is so broken, you can’t find any post on your own blog, it’s impossible, bluhrblub~

I am here to tell you otherwise! it is in fact INCREDIBLY easy to find a post on a blog if you’re on desktop/browser and you know what you’re doing:

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant. every single post, every single time. in chronological order starting with the most recent post. note: it will not find #croissants or that time you made the typo #croidnssants. for a tag with multiple words, it’s just /tagged/my-croissant and it will show you everything with the exact phrase #my croissant

url.tumblr.com/tagged/croissant/chrono will bring up EVERY post on the blog tagged with the exact phrase #croissant, but it will show them in reverse order with the oldest first 

url.tumblr.com/search/croissant isn’t as perfect at finding everything, but it’s generally loads better than the search on mobile. it will find a good array of posts that have the word croissant in them somewhere. could be in the body of the post (op captioned it “look at my croissant”) or in the tags (#man I want a croissant). it won’t necessarily find EVERYTHING like /tagged/ does, but I find it’s still more reliable than search on mobile. you can sometimes even find posts by a specific user by searching their url. also, unlike whatever random assortment tumblr mobile pulls up, it will still show them in a more logically chronological order

url.tumblr.com/day/2020/11/05 will show you every post on the blog from november 5th, 2020, in case you’re taking a break from croissants to look for destiel election memes 

url.tumblr.com/archive/ is search paradise. easily go to a particular month and see all posts as thumbnails! search by post type! search by tags but as thumbnails now

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio will show you every audio post on your blog (you can also filter by other post types). sometimes a little imperfect if you’re looking for a video when the op embedded the video in a text post instead of posting as a video post, etc

url.tumblr.com/archive/tagged/croissant will show you EVERY post on the blog tagged with the specific and exact phrase #croissant, but it will show you them in the archive thumbnail view divided by months. very useful if you’re looking for a specific picture of a croissant that was reblogged 6 months ago and want to be able to scan for it quickly 

url.tumblr.com/archive/filter-by/audio/tagged/croissant will show you every audio post tagged with the specific phrase #croissant (you can also filter by photo or text instead, because I don’t know why you have audio posts tagged croissant) 

the tag system on desktop tumblr is GENUINELY amazing for searching within a specific blog! 

caveat: this assumes a person HAS a desktop theme (or “custom theme”) enabled. a “custom theme” is url.tumblr.com, as opposed to tumblr.com/url. I’ve heard you have to opt-into the former now, when it used to be the default, so not everyone HAS a custom theme where you can use all those neat url tricks. 

if the person doesn’t have a “custom theme” enabled, you’re beholden to the search bar. still, I’ve found the search bar on tumblr.com/url is WAY more reliable than search on mobile. for starters, it tends to bring posts up in a sensible order, instead of dredging up random posts from 2013 before anything else

if you’re on mobile, I’m sorry. godspeed and good luck finding anything. (my one tip is that if you’re able to click ON a tag rather than go through the search bar, you’ll have better luck. if your mutual has recently reblogged a post tagged #croissant, you can click #croissant and it’ll bring up everything tagged #croissant just like /tagged/croissant. but if there’s no readily available tag to click on, you have to rely on the mobile search bar and its weird bizarre whims) 

#tumblr #tumblr tips #tumblr tags #tumblr search #tumblr how to #new to tumblr #why did I pick croissants as the example? who knows! #but I'm a pro at finding things on people's blogs especially my own #takes me like 4 seconds to find Exactly The Post I'm Looking For no matter how long ago I reblogged it

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Virgin! Simon "Ghost" Riley

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Inexperienced! Simon, Virgin! Simon, Riding, Unprotected Sex, The Mask Stays On, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

Virgin! Simon who can hardly believe his luck as he watches and feels you ride him, your walls tight as you bounce on his cock, calling him your 'big guy'. His hands are on your hips, his own slamming up into yours in a rhythm you'd set for him.

He's sloppy. Unaccustomed to the euphoric stiffening of the knot in his stomach, pulling ever tighter with every slap of your ass against his thighs. Sure, he's had many an orgasm before, but never at the hands of another. Never so strong; a force of nature in its own right. He's breathing heavily - panting; you swear you can see him drooling from the corner of his mouth. Something viscous is filling you now. Not the full force of his seed, but a precursor to it. A warning.

The mask stays on (of course) during this exchange, but you can see the way he fights to keep his eyes open, to keep himself from betraying every sensibility and throwing his head back, screwing his eyes shut as his length is nestled inside you, a thick bump forming in your stomach with every thrust. Your hand slips down your front and you press it. Simon jolts, moaning between gritted teeth as you press, hard, harder still, forcing his cock into an even tighter position.

He's arching into you, the sensation of his veins and his bulbous tip throbbing against your insides enough to let you know that he's close.

You coax him. Goad him. "Y'gonna cum just for me, big boy? Gonna fuck me 'til I can't walk straight?"

He can't talk. Can't even think. For the first time in his life, he's fucked dumb. You can see it in the way his eyes roll back into his skull when you clench around him. Suffocate him. His hips stutter. His cock nudges something deep within you. You gasp.

It only took your calling him your "Good boy," to have him unravel before your eyes. He can't contain the strangled growl that is exorcised from him as he cums, deep and hard, thick, hot ropes of semen filling you. You can feel it, as if painting your insides white, bathing you in an unfettered warmth. His hands are cast-iron on your hips, pulling you down onto him as if to stop you from pulling away, to prevent even a drop of his seed from escaping you. He digs his heels into the bench beneath you, grounding himself.

And, as your orgasm sparks and ripples through you, you hunch over Simon, hands gripping his shoulders, squeezing him. You moan, long and loud, milking Simon for all he's worth. And now, between the sheets of his post-orgasm haze, he watches you, the ring of light above your head from the luminescent bulb of the changing room painting you as a saint in his eyes.

He's never going to let what you have - what you've shown him - go. No matter the cost. Not when this feeling of completion is steadfast within him, electrifying every fibre in his body, all the way down to his bones.

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[sensible-tips]

Mindful Monday

Tips for dealing with dysphoria when it reels its ugly head.

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[luveline]

Hi idk if u have already written this if u have pls igonore but what about the first time bombshell reader calls Spencer beautiful?

fem, 1k

“Gideon has a new prodigy.” 

Your head rises of its own accord. “Yeah?” 

“He's younger than you. Twenty three, I think Hotch said. Fresh out of college, two degrees and working on a third? Or maybe he was getting his doctorate? I couldn't keep up.” Morgan shakes his head in disapproval. “Overeducated and under-experienced. He failed his physicals. The ones he took, anyways.” 

“Ooh, ouch. A baby on the team before me,” you joke with a smile. “Genius baby, but a baby.” 

Morgan smiles when you smile, he's too nice not to, but he picks up soon enough, crossing his arms where he's stood and wrinkling what was once a finely steamed suit jacket. “I don't know what Gideon's thinking.” 

“Does anyone ever know what he's thinking? What's Hotch say about it all?” 

Morgan reads what you're typing from over your shoulder and corrects a mistake. One day you won't need his help, but for now you take as much of it as you can get. You're not too proud to acknowledge when you mess up, you're a realist. Super sensible (in mind if not action). 

“Hotch lets Gideon do what he wants, mostly. What can you do when he's one of the originals?” Morgan leans heavily onto his desk by the forearms and shrugs. You’re similar in this regard; complain, move on. You're similar in other ways, too. That's why you get along. 

“Well, I want to meet this guy,” you say. “We'll be teammates just as soon as Strauss stops hating me. I'm one strategic boxed bouquet from a full pardon.” He laughs and touches your arm like he believes you. “Is he around?” 

“Here they are now.” 

You spin in Morgan's desk chair slowly. Jason Gideon is stalking through the office with his head in the contents of a manilla envelope, while a new face follows behind him talking a mile a minute. 

“Obviously,” you hear Gideon interrupt as they get close enough. “Agent Morgan can explain that to you. Don't overthink it, Spencer, just try to get through it.” 

He doesn't acknowledge you nor Morgan as he leaves Spencer and hurries up the steps leading to his and Hotch's offices. You aren't expecting much else from him. What little Gideon knows about you he doesn't like. If you ever get over the Strauss hurdle, it's him you'd have to convince next. You don't watch him cross the landing, your gaze focused on the man making his timid way toward you. Your lips part briefly, and then quirk into an overjoyed smile. 

“Oh, you're beautiful,” you say without thinking. 

He frowns at you. 

“Reid,” Morgan interrupts, “This is Y/N L/N. She works in the sex crimes division. As you can imagine, we get a lot of crossover.” You stand, holding out your hand. “Y/N, this is Spencer Reid.” 

“I don't shake. Sorry.” 

You press your hand to your chest. “Oh, that's okay. I shouldn't assume…” Your voice melds into a silkiness that has his shapely brows furrowing further, “It's nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. You're really pretty, do you know that?” 

Spencer peeks at Morgan quickly, who laughs good-naturedly. “She's serious, Reid. She's not making fun of you.” 

“You'd know,” Spencer says. It isn't malicious, but it isn't exactly friendly, either.

You twist to frown at Morgan deeply. “Morgan, you're not being nice to him?” 

“I'm being plenty nice, sweetheart, but this is how it works. I gotta haze him a little.” 

“No, you don't.” You tip your cheek toward your shoulder to look at Spencer through your lashes. “He pretends to be worse than he is, I promise. But don't let him neg you, okay? You're smarter than he is–” 

“Hey.” 

“–and he's used to being the office pretty boy. It's jealousy, nothing else,” you finish. Spencer really is gorgeous now you're close enough to see his eyes. A brown like caramelised sugar tented by dark, dark eyelashes. When he smiles, the very slightest hint of teeth shows, and it makes him even prettier. You endeavour to make him smile again. “Sorry if I'm coming off a little strong. It's not my intention.” 

“She's just nervous. You have everything she wants,” Morgan says. 

You sigh forlornly. “Oh, doesn't he?” Spencer's confused pout is even cuter than his smile. “Getting into the BAU is about as easy as walking on water.” 

“For a human,” Spencer says. “Easier if you're smaller. Like a water strider.” 

There's a silence. Morgan is aghast, you think. You're in love. 

“Yeah?” you ask, stars in your eyes as his own spark to life. 

“Because water strider's can transfer their weight, but also due to their hydrofuge hairpiles. Their microhairs.” He catches himself, measuring your expression carefully. “Did you really wanna know?” 

“Do you wanna get a cup of coffee and tell me about it?” you ask. 

His lips part as yours had when you first saw him. 

He's prevented from answering as Hotch's office door opens and the man himself walks out near the railing. “Good, you’re here. I have something to talk to you about.” 

You grin at him. “I'd love to chat, Agent Hotchner, but I'm getting to know your new protégé.”

“I see.” He waits. 

You would ignore him —Hotch has a soft spot for you (or rather, he likes you enough to put up with you, which is more than can be said about other members of his division) and he'd shrug off your dismissal— but you're really keen to hear what he has to say. Perhaps Strauss has changed her mind about your proposed trail basis with the team. 

“I'm so sorry,” you say to Spencer, immediately re-dazzled by his pretty, lovely face. “It was really nice to meet you, Spencer Reid. Maybe next time you can tell me more about it.” 

You give Morgan a quick thank you for the help with your paperwork and trust him to log out of your emails. In your rush up the stairs, you hear a wisp of conversation. 

“Was she messing with me?” 

Morgan laughs. “No, kid. That's how she is.” 

"Oh... She's nice."

"You have no idea."

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[diejager]

Hiii，I really like your story about Ghost x bunny！reader.Can you please do moreee🥺🥺🥺💖🐰

Needy Bunny Cw: heat/mating cycle, breeding kink, rough sex, mating press, doggy style, unprotected sex, PinV, tell me if I missed any.

You clawed at the sheets, hips bucking back, rutting against the heated palm of his scarred and calloused hand, fingers filling you so well. Your bed smelled like him, something familiar you associated with comfort and safety, gorging on his rich and powerful scent. He smelled like blood and gunpowder, itching you sensitive nose, and the soft tone of something woody —an addictive bourbon and calm sandalwood.

You crooned softly, burying your face deeper into his many shirts, mask and blanket, all infused with his aged scent and sweat, masking you in his scent, drowning in the delicious smell of him. You were clouded by a primal need, to be bred and nurse little kits in your stomach, you didn’t have any sensible thought inside your head, all you wanted was to smell like Ghost and bear his kits by becoming his.

When thrown into the throes of your heat - vicious and unforgiving - you became dumb and needy, wandering the halls of the base for Ghost and pawing at him until he brought you to his room. The moment he closed and locked the door, you were naked and kneeling on his bed, face down on his pillow, drooling over the musky cloth and ass up, showing him how wet and needy you were, cunt winking and clit throbbing from the cool air in his room —it helped with the warmth you exhumed from your heat, body burning so much calories to sustain you during it.

You were deaf to Ghost’s degrading words, uncaring by how mean his words were or how rough he was, all that mattered was that he was using you, his fingers straight as they drove in, hitting your g-spot. Slick dripped from his wrist, your sweet cunt oozing it, transparent and salty fluid tasting sugary on his tongue, his mask rolled up his nose to press the flat of his tongue against your twitching nub, swirling around it wile he pumped you with three, thick fingers.

You whined when he pulled out his fingers, tongue pushing into your hole and slurping down your slick, swallowing your sweet cum in gulps. He drank up your little mewls, sound more like a cat than a bunny, his hand roved over your thighs and around the swell of your ass, spanked red from acting like a little whore in front of other men, and grabbed your snowball-like tail, harshly pulling on it to get a reaction out of you. You yipped loudly, back arching and trying to get out of his tight hold on your sensitive tail, the twitching ball stuck between his fingers even as he pressed the round head of his cock against your clenching hole, tip nudging your entrance —teasing you.

“Please-” you wailed, sobbing for relief you knew that only he could give you, something to fill you up and keep you full until this heat passed. “Ghost, please-”

He kept you still, one hand on your hip and the other still tugging at your tail, he drove in with a sharp snap, thrusting his whole length in one, rough go that had you keening, loud, whorish sounds slipping from your tongue as your eyes rolled back, walls squeezing him as you came. He was warm, cock snugly sitting inside of you, he was as heavy as he was thick, the girth covered in veins and the base in trimmed, musky hair.

He took a few experimental thrusts, rough and unsteady, before he bottomed out completely, heavy balls slapping your engorged clit. Ghost set deep and hard pace, his sculpted hips snapping against your sensitive ass, using his grip on you to hold the pace, plunging in, the leaky tip of his uncut cock slamming into your spongy cervix, veins scratching at your clenching walls, frenum piercings, three starting from the base up rubbing you deliciously.

With how high stung you were, body shuddering and cunt spamming with another upcoming climax, it didn’t take you long before you came a second time. Bursting with a cry, legs kicking and trembling beneath you, you bucked your hips against him, pushing him deeper into you. You were squirming so much so that he had to turn you over, manhandling you from your presented position to a mating press, bent in half with your legs hanging from his broad shoulders, taking him again and again - even as you came twice or thrice, coating him in your juice, his navel and balls wet down to his thighs - until he had his fill.

“You want a kit, is that it?” He growled, forearm pressing down on your throat without putting any lethal force, simply to hold you down, to keep you restrained to your nest, “Don’t worry, bunny, I’ll knock you up, yeah? Put a little rabbit in that cunt of yours, breed you nice and deep.”

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[pigdemonart]

And the not super thrilling lost in translation conclusion… 🇮🇹 mamma mia! I listened to this video to get the vibes for Mario and Luigi‘s argument lmao

Read Part 2 here

Also!! The Smasha you on a rock line is from the mario heritage post itself. It never fails to make me sensibly chuckle. :]

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#bowuigi #super mario #bowser #luigi #mario #princess peach #comic #my art #they’ll work it out im sure #i had other drafts with different reactions from mario but idk…i think being a little annoyed works best #in his shoes I’d be really pissed too lmao #the fucking nerve of some people #fav panel is luigi with the big ol pathetic eyes #and also the chibi bowsers looking uncomfortable

[andersonlore]

❝ TATTOO ARTIST!ELLIE ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !

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★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, fem!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, switch!reader, switch!ellie, tbh loser!coded ellie, scissoring, ellie being soft and cute and love struck, tattoo artist!ellie, mentions of oral.

RAY RAMBLES ✶ i'm still feeling out writing for ellie, so be nice to me pls, this is the first thing i've posted for her. if not, i won't write for her again jk but seriously dont be mean to me

tattoo artist!ellie who you meet due to her forgetfulness. her black, leathered notebook gets left behind when she meets a friend at a local coffee shop. there’s a business card of a tattoo shop and you decide to take your chances with it and call the number. thankfully, it pans out to be the owner’s notebook. she, ellie, has apparently been tearing apart her apartment trying to find it. her voice floods all over as she whispers thank you just shy of a thousand times, her grateful pleas drip like honey all over you, sweetening you right through your core.

tattoo artist!ellie who is stunned from the first sight of you. the outfit you have on isn’t anything special, out of the ordinary, not it really isn’t but she can’t help the way her eyes wonder over. you have some tattoos which are visible, adding to the draw she feels towards you. soft shoulders are exposed in the strapless top you’re wearing, but your pants are bagging, hanging lowly at your hips, exposing a sliver of your lower stomach to her green, greedy eyes. a new, sultry and velvet, voice speaks her name and ellie knows she’ll do anything and everything to hear it again.

tattoo artist!ellie who gladly walks up to you, accepting the her notebook, desperately attempting not to fixate on the tingle spreading in her heart when she feels your soft finger slightly rub against the tip of her thumb. your sharp, gorgeous eyes look ellie once over before you offer her a smile, blinding ellie to any logical sensibility. do you like her? are you pleased? do you think she’s pretty too? is your heart beating or your fucking chest? are you having trouble breathing like she is?

tattoo artist!ellie who begins to blush profusely as you compliment her tattoos on her exposed bicep with the muscle tank she’s wearing. ellie doesn’t think it’s anything more than you being nice, returning the compliment you gave her, but then you’re touching her. nails painted with black nail polish, shiny but chipped, accentuate the line work. ellie wants to faint. jesse is sitting at the stool on the front counter and lets out a small chirp of a giggle, ellie thinks about punching him in the gut, but it means she would have to walk away from you so she opts out.

tattoo artist!ellie who does something out of the ordinary for her, offers for you to come by next week, saying you’ll tattoo her for a discounted price, something she would never agree to if you weren’t so hot, god if you don’t like her she thinks she’ll puke. but you agree, with your touch still on her slim, but defined bicep. the smirk you’re sporting makes the auburn haired girl nearly faint. evidently, you know just how to pull on her strings. you step in closer to her frame, kissing her sweetly on the cheek and she’s just as soft as you imagined. i’ll definitely take you up on your offer, els. see you next week.

tattoo artist!ellie who is paying close attention as she starts the line work. you came in wanting it down on your back, so ellie focused her attention on preparing the ink when while you situated yourself. by the time ellie had turned around, you were shirtless the side of your breasts exposed as she began. mentally, trying to convince herself she capable of being professional and not thinking about your tits in her mouth. the longer it went on, the more you talked, and the bigger ellie’s crush became.

tattoo artist!ellie who sports a sheepish smile when you start asking her about her life, how she became a tattoo artist, how long she’d be doing it, what were her least favorite designs to do. you ask about twenty question before the one you really want to ask.

“so, no girlfriend?” you wished you could see her, try to gage her reaction, her facial expressions, a smile or a grime? was she looking at you like she wants to eat you alive?

“no, but why not ask me if you have a boyfriend?”

“you’re not the type. am i wrong?”

all ellie does is smirk, shaking her head and clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth obnoxiously, yeah she’s not the type.

tattoo artist!ellie who finished but not without difficulty. you love to talk, usually ellie would find it irritating when she’s trying to focus but on you it’s cute. she asks if you want to see it, and you simply agree. you turn your back to the mirror, your chest fully exposed and ellie looks anywhere but or tries to. she focuses on your angel sent smile and the look of glee as you admit how much you love it to ellie. or els, she tries not be too excited about how happy you are about it.

tattoo artist!ellie who isn’t sure how it happened, how you’re even into her, but she says enough of the right things to get you into her car and back to her apartment. you’re pushing her against the door pressed against her sinfully, peppering playful bites as ellie fishes for her keys. you follow her into her home, her tongue pleading for dominance over hers and she really doesn’t put much of fight.

tattoo artist!ellie who moans as you sit your cunt on top of hers. it’s delicious the way you have her putty in your hand from the initial grind. your clit catching with hers, her strong hands finding your hips, thumb with a bruising pressure, as pause. ellie is going to ask what’s wrong but before she can, you’re spitting on her cunt, a string of saliva, your perfectly wet concoction, halts as it travels down her labia and your sinking slick first, moaning out a soft oh, fuck, els you feel perfect.

tattoo artist!ellie who loves to watching your tits bounce for her as you slowly pick up the pace, the tattoo on your sternum perfectly placed between them only fuels the stickiness between ellie’s thighs. she lets you create the pace, control her to your liking.

“do you like to be, uh oh- fuck, choked?” you ask as feel yourself lost it, the smacking of your slick combined with her spurring you on.

ellie grabs your hand, placing your delicate fingers along her delightful throat, “what do you think, babygirl?”

tattoo artist!ellie who is quite literally getting off on getting choked by you. the light pressure on her neck, combined with you rubbing against her pussy hips falling over her again and against has her clit throbbing. you’re so painfully hot it, claiming her, riding her pussy, whimpering out els els els, make me cum, please baby, i’m right there. yeah? are you there with me, baby?

tattoo artist!ellie who comes right along with you. she swears she sees the creator from above for a moment, flashes of white cloud her vision as you continue to fuck her, pulling every last drop until it’s spilling over your cunt, it’s not until then are you satisfied. you collapse on her, your breasts softly smashed against her own, a whine leaving your lips, hot breath on ellie’s ear nearly makes her buck up back into you.

“c’mon, get this pretty ass up and arched. have to taste this pretty pussy before it kills me not to.” ellie whispers but the two of you know it’s not a request, it’s a command. happily, you obey.

#IM FINALLY POSTING FOR ELLIE AHHHHH #also two posts in one day? im on a roll <3 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x poc reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie williams tlou #tlou x reader

[ghostsy]

The Other

yandere ! ITADORI YUJI x READER x yandere ! SUKUNA

WARNINGS: yandere, misogyny, nsfw, implied noncon

A/N: A bit different than usual, less story and more imagine, I just had a Thought TM that wouldn't leave me alone.

read at your own discretion.

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What about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, but it’s 19th century Gothic Yuji and Sukuna obsessing over their cute little lab assistant.

Where Yuji finds himself falling in love with the pretty little thing that turned up one night on his doorstep. How could a gentleman refuse a damsel in distress? She’d had nowhere to go, and a woman on the streets is a woman without dignity. He’d done her a favor taking her in, feeding her, clothing her, teaching her everything he knows. Well, almost everything. 

And it’s not that she’s not grateful, no, she’s always eager to please, pretty doe eyes blinking up at him with only the purest intentions of proving her worth. 

It’s when that voice in his head that he swears isn’t his starts to talk. 

Bend her over and spread her legs.

He’d had years of experience tuning the other inside of him out, and begrudgingly grew used to the snide remarks about the so-called useless pussy on legs. But it’s only when his more ignoble half begins to make suggestions with less than savory intentions that he finds himself wavering. He tries to reason that it isn’t him, not really. He can keep it under control. He always has. 

It’s the small things really, how she bites the tip of her pencil in concentration during his lectures, determined to be of some use to him. Pretty lips parted oh so delicately, hugging the tip to her teeth.

Let me out. I want to see that whore mouth painted white with my cum.

Or when she blinks dumbly at him from under butterfly lashes, a sheepish giggle and warmth on her cheeks because something he said went in one ear, through her ditzy little brain, and out the other.

Dumb little thing would sink down and suck our cock dry if we told her it was in the name of science, wouldn’t she? 

An involuntary twitch of his fingers sends his heart leaping to his throat.

Why don’t you find out?

He drowns it out until the cover of night shields him, locked inside his chambers before giving an inch to the monster. Stroking his cock to the image of her laid out naked and moaning beneath him, legs spread and welcoming. Where the thought of licking the sweat from the skin of her neck has him hurtling off that cliff, and into the resulting ocean of shame.

Little things build up, he finds, and even with her painfully female brain, she begins to notice something off. Though, he finds himself grateful when it isn’t disgust that meets him, but concern. Oh, bless women and their nurturing sensibilities.

She’ll fuss over him like a true lady, mothering but not smothering. Anything he needs to help soothe those pesky migraines. And he’ll finally realize an acceptable way to indulge in his impure thoughts. He’ll make the street urchin he turned lady his wife.

He ignores the rumbling of low laughter that rattles his brain at the thought, deep enough to shake something important but easily forgotten in his bones.

He’ll make all the appropriate preparations for a courtship, determined to woo her as a man would, as a man should. Dress her up, and take her on a promenade through the finest parts of town, introducing her to the finest people at the finest parties.

But he reasons that was his first mistake. Because when he watches her laugh, all airy and bright, intentionally tempting, entirely too close to that brooding dark-haired duke he liked to call brother, white hot fury spills into his veins. That distant familiar desire, heady in all its glory, bloodlust, is his only warning. And the other, who’d been quiet for quite some time, smugly returns. 

A whore is a whore no matter the clothes. You thought she’d choose you?

He’ll down glass after glass of scotch, determined to ignore it, but too focused on the brush of her delicate fingers alongside the Duke’s sleeve. There’s a look in his friend’s eye he’s never quite seen before; it’s soft, warm, and it’s all it takes for him to rush to the water closet and hurl up the contents of his stomach.

Pathetic. A man doesn’t wait to be chosen. A man takes what’s his. There’s only one between us. Let me out. 

A man takes what’s his. It’s a thought that settles too comfortably in his mind, and he resolves to keep her close. No more outings with those snobbish lords and ladies. Just to save her the embarrassment of exposing the unrefined nature of her peasant birth any more than she already had.

It’ll work for a time, but it’s just a little while later that his brother turned traitor starts turning up on the manor’s doorstep with his own intentions of courtship. Excuses of their preoccupation with scientific breakthroughs and studies only keep him at bay for so long.

I’ll do what you can’t. Let me out. 

He begins to wonder whether the beast had been wrong when he catches her wistful stares out the window, too conspicuously asking about the wellbeing of a man that isn’t him. A whore is a whore. When she comes back from town with the excuse of restocking food or supplies, why does she take longer and longer to return each time?

Let Me Out.

He’ll question why it isn’t enough. Why he isn’t enough. He isn’t, not if her attention still turned elsewhere. There’s a beating at the door of his mind that threatens to split at any moment. Finally, mercifully, she’ll relieve the struggle with two words.

He proposed. 

He proposed. He proposed. He proposed. He doesn’t hear anything after that, not as she sputters out empty placations and gratitude. Not when she solidifies her intentions of leaving him.

He just responds in kind with two earth-shattering words of his own.

Come out.

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