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navybrat817 · 1 month

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Smartie: would you love me even if I were a gecko?

Stud: I would find a Witcher and make him turn me into a gecko and this would be us: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMVoXtHD/

BAHAHA. Nonnie, I burst out laughing watching this and reading the comments.

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Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You ask Bucky an "important" question and he gives you a thorough answer. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Humor, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, inner monologue, TikTok video, pet names, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Apologies to geckos. A/N: Some Stud and Smartie for your Tuesday. Had to do it, @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

A smile pulled at your lips when you saw Bucky relaxed in his chair, engrossed in his newest book. Soot and Alpine cuddled up together nearby, both letting your man have some peace as he read. Naturally, it was the perfect time to interrupt him. Because you had a very important question for him.

One that would shape the future of your relationship.

He’ll understand why I bothered him.

“Hey, Stud?” You asked as you took a seat on the sofa, his steel eyes peering up from the pages to gaze at you. Your heart would always skip a beat from that look. “I have something very important to ask you.”

He put his bookmark in to give you his undivided attention. “What’s up? Is it about the wedding?”

“No,” you smiled. You were aware that some men didn’t care about wedding planning, but Bucky was. He wanted it to be the perfect day for you. “But the question is kind of related to love and our relationship.”

His brows furrowed when you didn’t elaborate. “Okay. What’s the question?”

You inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Would you still love me if I turned into an animal?”

Bucky blinked once. Twice. The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile or laugh. “An animal? What kind of animal?”

You huffed when he didn’t immediately say “yes”. That should’ve been his answer. “I don’t know! A gecko! Yeah. A gecko.”

I have to keep a straight face.

Amusement sparkled in his eyes, but he still tried to remain as stoic as he could. “A gecko? Why a gecko?”

“Because geckos are cool!” You replied, close to bursting out laughing at the absurdity of the questioning and logic. But wasn’t part of the fun of having a partner being able to discuss stuff like this? “They can climb walls, can live a long time, they make great pets-”

“You wanna be my pet, Smartie?” Bucky asked, his voice dropping an octave.

Yes.

“You’re…” you sighed when he ran his tongue along his lips. He was a sexy bastard and you would soon call him your husband. “You’re distracting me. Answer the question, please.”

“So, that’s a yes,” he smirked, pushing his hair back and causing you to stare a bit again. “You’re asking me if you were a gecko, would I still love you?”

“Yes,” you said, rolling your eyes to try and play it off as something silly. Which it was. “Would you love me even if I were a gecko?”

Bucky set the book on the table before he moved from his chair to the couch. Your heart raced when he took your left hand and kissed over your engagement ring. “Smartie. Doll. Baby. Love of my life, of course, I would,” he said, your cheeks warm when he smiled at you. “In fact, I would find a Witcher and make him turn me into a gecko so we could be together properly.”

Right answer, Stud.

“You would?”

“I would,” he promised, pressing his forehead to yours. “I don’t want to exist in a world where we can’t be together.”

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“I don’t either,” you whispered, your heart full. “And no matter what, human, gecko, anything, I’m your Smartie and you’re my Stud.”

You knew if tomorrow you woke up as some different version of you, he’d love you. If someone tried to separate you, he’d find a way to get you back. He was your soulmate. You had the whole world because of him.

“Damn right,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours before he pulled away. “Besides, if I ever found that Witcher, this would be us.”

…What?

“What would be us? I’m confused,” you said as he took out his phone and pulled up a video, cuddling close to you could both see the screen. “What is this?”

Bucky gently shushed you as he turned up the volume. “Just watch.”

You tilted your head as a rock came into view. “What are you showing me?” You questioned before your eyes went wide. Bucky’s arm over shoulders shook as he started chuckling. “Are those geckos fucking?!”

The decibel of your voice made the cats raise their heads, but they didn’t move since you weren’t in any sort of danger. “Yeah, they are,” your fiancé laughed. “Geckos in their semi-natural habitat.”

This wasn’t on my BINGO card for the year.

“Why do you have this?!” You asked, turning to look at him. “Wait, when did you start using TikTok?! Is this on your FYP? Is this a new kink you haven’t told me about? Because that’s a whole other conversation.”

He threw his head back and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. “You’re missing it.”

“Yeah, because gecko porn was the thing I was missing in my life. Everything makes sense now,” you teased, gesturing to the screen. “And, by the way, that’ll never be us.”

Bucky’s laughter came up short and, for a moment, sadness flickered in his eyes. “I thought you said we’d be together if we were geckos.”

“We would be,” you assured him, seeing happiness all over his face once again. “But look. He’s doing all the work and she looks bored as hell. That’s not me and that’s not our sex life.”

“So, I fuck you better?” He teased you.

Duh.

Whatever kind of sex you had before you met Bucky didn’t even count to you. He ruined you so thoroughly that you didn’t even remember the first guy you kissed. It was as if he erased all other guys from your mind.

Love was a powerful thing and Bucky had it in abundance.

“Yes, so much better. I mean, come on, she looks like she’s thinking, ‘Did I leave the stove on?’”

The brunette burst out laughing all over again.

I love that sound.

“Seriously! I would never just be still like that and you know it. There’s a difference between being a pillow princess and a dead fish,” You smiled, cuddling closer so you could feel his chest rumble beneath your hand. “And just for making me look at that, I want you to try and keep a straight face the next time we have sex.”

“What? That’s not fair,” he groaned, making you shriek when he suddenly laid you out on the sofa, his phone forgotten. “I can’t keep a straight face when I’m inside you. Your pussy feels too good for that.”

He always looks gorgeous when he slides into me.

“So does your cock. I don’t think I could look bored if I tried,” you agreed, raising an eyebrow when he moved on top of you. “But seriously, how is it that you just happened to have that video when I asked about us being geckos? You didn’t know I was going to ask you that.”

He grasped your chin to give you a thorough kiss, the kind that drove every sane thought from your mind. “I guess the two of us are just in sync,” he said.

“I guess we are,” you smiled. “But no more gecko porn today, okay?”

“Okay,” he smirked down at you. “But I will fuck you like an animal.”

True to his word, that was exactly what he did.

Oh, I adore them. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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p0rk-guts · 3 months

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Velvette if she served cunt

Design breakdown below 👇🏾(BEWARE IT'S VERY LONG)

Alright going into detail about my gripes and edits. Like Velvette but her design is just. Not good to me. None of her (main) outfit details look like they fit to me— pinstripe pants + long fur coat paired with black crop top and scene sleeves? Skull earrings? TINKERBELL HEELS????? Tell me how any of that meshes well or even makes SENSE for the social media influencer persona she's supposed to have going on. Now that I think about it I'm pretty sure she's supposed to be clown themed... But I'm just gonna toss that idea out bc being a revered social media influencer and a clown at the same time just seems a bit oxymoronic to me, and the "clown" details aren't adding shit for me.

And don't think I forgot about her features. Pale ash grey skin and wavy hair at best. If she was supposed to be some type of creature where a nonhuman skin tone would make sense then maybe I could let it go?? But as far as I can tell she doesn't have an object or creature or animal theme like the other V's and if she does I shouldn't need to do detective work to figure it out. There is no reason for *any* of these poc characters to have grey skin, especially since they don't have any other poc features at all.

Sorry that shit gets me heated anyways. Onto my redesign. Gave her a more obviously black skin tone and textured hair bc I love a 30 inch buss down as much as the next girl but considering how there are no significant poc cast members with visibly textured hair I think she deserves to flaunt some coils if no one else will.

Ngl I'm not. A fashion girlie. Idk what's trendy idk what screams "influencer" so a lot of this was just throwing shit at the wall that I've seen around recently but it looks cute enough to me. And there was a bit of inspiration taken from Aliyahcore and ghetto fabulous fashion ❤️

If you can't tell this is shamefully inspired by lovesart23's Velvette reimagining because imo they had some outstanding ideas for Vel. I low-key stole their idea for those floating eyes in her hair that follow her around and help her keep tabs on shit it was just a superb idea for a social media overlord to me. I also took some inspo from @furbtasticworksofart 's redesign because vampire influencer sucking up the souls of her followers in exchange for content??? Too good (also the eyes were supposed to have bat/vamp wings I just forgot 😭) So yeah she's a vampire demon now. Without the features she was looking too human anyhow. Maybe she also feeds off of the energy of her followers through tech like after Vox mind controls them or whatever... Idk idk is that anything

Speaking of Vox, the screen glasses are meant to connect her to him w/ their color and shape while serving the purpose of being like a second phone she can post and check the web with. Like lovesart said in their reimagining vid, Vel doesn't really do more than pose for selfies and scroll on her phone when it comes to social media so in my head she's constantly flipping her shades on and off, using them to scroll and stay active, and they can show when she's not paying attention or respect to something/someone bc scrolling is more worth her time in the moment.

The hearts everywhere are also supposed to kinda represent social media likes + connect her back to Val w/ his heart patterns. That might've been what the hearts in her og design were for but. I just didn't like their placement bc I'm a nitpicker and a hater❕

I have so much more I could say about possible ideas for Velvette because I love evil black girls and I only want them to succeed in my media and I could treat her so much BETTER but I'll refrain bc this is way too long anyway.

Alright for reading/scrolling through all that rambling I offer you the sketches + some alt hair ideas I had

P.S. I'm very open to constructive criticism but if I see anyone just dick riding in my replies or rb's I'm just blocking you on sight ✌🏾

#hazbin hotel #velvette #velvette hazbin hotel #velvette redesign #hazbin hotel redesign #my art #digital art #character design

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lilybug-02 · 7 months

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Happy 2 Year Anniversary to The Chara Timeline ✨

I FINALLY made drawing references for you guys, yippie!✨

It’s wild how long I’ve been working on this comic without reference sheets. I’m never that consistent with my art style, so I figured it was a waste of time 🫥💀😔 this is my first full comic okay…

Thoughts and Feelings About the Comic Below ❤️💖💕💞

Wow. It’s been 2 years??? I thought I would be done with this comic in 2 months! I don’t know whether to feel worried or accomplished!!

(With months between each update, I understand why it’s been 2 years. I’m a slow writer and artist and well- many things have come up in my life that had to come first, like my sisters wedding! 💞 and college 😅)

I want to thank my family and friends (WHO DO NOT READ THIS COMIC- THANK GOD) 💕 AND I want to THANK YOU! The readers! 💐💐

You guys are relentless! I’m as impatient as traffic and yet you guys wait for weeks or months at a time for like 4 pages?! You guys don’t even complain!!! I truly want to thank you all for that ❤️ it helps me so much. Being busy and getting burnt out are common and it helps me feel relaxed that i'm not on a timer. Literally tho- you guys keep this comic chugging I swear. Tysm 💐

Unorganized rambling about the comic ahead :) ⭐️🔥

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My feelings with this comic are actually so complicated. On one hand I hate looking at my older art because GOD IT LOOKS SO OFF I want to stab it, and then on the other hand I am so so proud of myself for even continuing it this far. Ngl the weird route has been one of my favorite parts of this comic. It took me FOREVER to figure out an ending, but damn do I still get chills >:) hehe.

I’m still miffed that I named this project “Deltarune: The Chara Timeline” I could have gone for something so much COOLER. Doesn’t help I use like 7 different titles for it either. We got Deltarune the Chara timeline, Deltarune chara timeline, THE Chara timeline, chara timeline, Ct??? Man,,, I’m crazy. I take after my family so hard. We have 3 names for each of our dogs 💀.

Comic/Animation Tip i have learned. It is VERY GOOD to make the character relatively simple in design. Shape language is also super important, ((but I never really got around to doing that before I was half way through the comic, woops.)) These things can make ur process go by so much faster. This whole comic has been a HUGE learning curve. LIKE OH MY GOD. I had to learn how to draw backgrounds, write dialogue, plan a story, learn how to draw fast and draw noses (which god damn I really still can’t). And I had to learn how the heck to squeeze art into a tiny page and make it not look grainy. It's intense!

Anyways.... this has been such an awesome opportunity! Thanks Toby Fox!

I totally ran out of “art time” for my iPad and wanted to finish this today. So it’s a bit rushed. I’ll add weapons and possibly the other characters later :)

Oh shi- I forgot to add this grainy image of the next few pages lmao

#chara is literally built like a rectangle. idk why ive never noticed that #a thick greenbean #and Asriel is kinda half and half when it comes to standing on his toes or regular foot. He has a more top heavy approach to his balance #bread #undertale #deltarune chara timeline #my art #chara #asriel #character sheets #character references #art #deltarune #happy 2 year anniversary!!!!#college chara #college asriel #darkworld

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heavenlymorals · 7 days

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Details I've noticed about Arthur Morgan Part 2 cuz you guys seem to be devouring the first one 👍🏼 :

- Him and Dutch share the same sense of humor- dry, sarcastic, and usually at another's expense.

- However, both Arthur and Dutch get really annoyed whenever they direct that same humor to eachother.

-When Dutch and Arthur quick draw, they both turn their bodies to make them a smaller target. They are the only ones in the gang that do this in idle animation.

- Arthur's journal is filled with many half done, not fully rendered drawings. Some pages have one small drawing on them and are then skipped over. Other drawings are just shapes and strokes that represent the schema of an animal or person. It's very realistic to an actual sketchbook and not the Pinterest dream sketchbook.

- Arthur, prior to Hosea's death and Micah overturning his position as Dutch's right hand man, is always there whenever a big decision is being there and is asked for feedback too. Arthur isn't just a member of the VDL gang, he's a leader of it too and people seem to forget that.

- Arthur is very emotionally tough and when I mean very, I mean VERY. He doesn't cry when Sean dies, someone he considered like a little brother. He doesn't cry when Lenny dies, someone he probably saw as a son. He doesn't cry when Hosea dies, someone he saw as a father figure. Of course, they were all in high stress situations that could've stopped an emotional reaction, but even later when he can process things, he doesn't cry.

- There is one time in the game where we see Arthur tear up from emotional pain and that is when he speaks to the nun about his life and what he could've had. Still though, he doesn't cry. It says a lot about him.

- In the final journal entry, though, we see a splotch next to the entry on the empty left page that looks like a tear drop. Take that as you will.

- Arthur's hand writing becomes much more spaced out, messy, and words will be scribbled out more often the sicker he gets. Shakey hands.

- He's very witty and quick with insults, like fascinatingly quick.

- He is pretty intelligent but does allow others to dumb him down like Hosea- as the gang's strongman, this could be so the people they work with would put more emphasis on Arthur's strength so he can be more intimidating.

- The picture that Jack gives Arthur has the male figure wearing a black gambler hat like Arthur and John didn't wear a hat in chapter two. Jack probably saw Arthur as his father figure during that point, not John.

- Does want Jack to learn responsibility ("About time you started to earn your keep" "You got to stick at things, Jack") , but he's very kind, patient, and reasonable considering how young the kid was.

- He doesn't let women carry their luggage if he can do it for them (Mary, the nun)

- He's casually mean or teasing to the younger men and generally polite to the women but he will go off on them in the same way if they anger him enough.

- I wish he was a real person

- I'd like to drink a beer with him

- For I love him ❤️

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #character analysis

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pitchsidestories · 8 months

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A night at the Natural History Museum II Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

a/n: this is for the one who requested a KCC oneshot ❤️

masterlist I word count: 1478

The Natural History Museum was already impressive from the outside. You could feel excitement bubbling up just looking at the building. It almost felt like you were a child again.

“Do you girls have everything? You know you can always call me…“, Katrinas voice brought you back to the present. She and her family were visiting London for a few days, so naturally your girlfriend had offered to babysit their daughter. The toddler was bouncing up and down on Kyras hand, a tiny dinosaur backpack on her shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile.

“We know, Mini. But you’re supposed to enjoy your date night with your wife here in London, remember?“, Kyra replied gently. Her Australian team mate gave an apologetic smile; “I know. I just want to be sure.“ “You can trust us. Harper and we will have so much fun at the night at the Natural History Museum.“, Kyra assured her.

You and Kyra had always wanted to attend one of the museum’s sleepover events and now was the perfect opportunity. “I’m sure you three will.“, Katrina laughed. You smiled brightly at her; “See you tomorrow morning.“ “Bye, mum.“, Harper waved at the same time. Katrina bent down to give her daughter a kiss on the cheek; “Bye, Love. Have a good night and be nice to those two.“ She watched as you three walked towards the entrance of the museum.

Harpers eyes went big and bright, taking it all in. With her little mouth forming a perfect O shape, she stared at the whale skeleton hanging from the ceiling. Kyra, in the mean time, was busy preparing your sleeping spot for the three of you. As soon as Harpers gaze fell on the pillows, she tugged on your sleeve; “I’m not sleepy yet. Can we see the dinos first?“ “Sure. That’s why we’re here, right?“, you replied, taking her small hand in yours. “Yes!“, she grinned happily. Kyra appeared on her side, grabbing the other hand of the toddler; “Let’s go then.“

“Girls look this one is huge!”, Harper was stopping abruptly, she was stunned by what her eyes were taking in. Your girlfriend was delighted too when she followed the gaze of the younger girl: “That’s so cool.” “What’s the dino’s name, Kyra?”, Katrinas daughter asked her in a very interested tone. While both of them were looking closer at the skeleton to try and find an answer to her question you were taking a photo of them and sended it straight to the mother of the child who immediately replied with a heart eyes emoji.

Meanwhile Kyra was licking her lips nervously: “That’s a uhhh.” “A triceratops, love.”, you tried to help her out. She shook her head in disagreement: “No, that’s definitely a centrosaurus.” “Are you sure?”, you asked smirking. The finger of the brunette was pointing to the information board below: “Yeah, that’s what this sign says.” “Damn it, but it was close.”, you cursed jokingly. Honest the midfielder answered: “To be fair, they all look the same to me.” “And I thought you were a dinosaur expert Ky.”, you gave her a teasing smile before kissing her softly.

As your lips parted ways you turned around to look after Harper, but she was not standing at the place there she was a few seconds ago:” Harps? Shit, where is she?” “What? She was just right here?”, Kyra mumbled visibly confused. Your face turned white in horror, the same colour as the animal bones which were presented in the museum: “Yes, but now she is not.” “Shit. We can’t have lost her.”, your girlfriend looked equally terrified. So, you felt the urgence to reassure both of you with following words: “No need to panic, we’ll find her.” “Yeah, she can’t be that far, right?”, the Arsenal player said optimistic. “Right.”

Immediately Kyra started to shout the girl’s name:“Harper! Where are you?” “Maybe she’s in the main hall, that’s where the big whale is in and she loves whales.”, you thought out loud. Your girlfriend sounded sceptical:” She must have been pretty fast for that.” “True and here are way too many people for her to be that fast.”, you had to admit. “Harper?”, Kyra tried again.

You both were gasping out loud when you finally spotted that familiar little face which you feared you lost in the crowd. Harper giggled in response to your facial expression: “You guys should’ve seen your faces.”

“Harper!“, you called her and bridged the gap between you and the toddler. “You can’t do that to us.“, Kyra scolded but her voice was full of relief. You kneeled down and pulled Harper into a tight hug; “Yes, we were so worried about you.“ “But I was just hiding.“, she mumbled, her eyes round with genuine innocence. Gently, you smiled at her; “Next time you’ll tell us when you’re playing Hide and Seek, okay?“ “Okay…“, she whispered, obviously overwhelmed by the situation. You held out your hand, your pinky extended; “Pinky promise?“ “Yes.“, Harper answered, trying to hook her little pinky into yours. “Good.“

You slowly stood back up and Kyra wrapped an arm around your waist. She took Harpers hand with her free hand; “Come here, Harper. Let’s look at the other stuff here.“ The smile was back on the toddlers face as she politely replied; “Yes, please.“ “There’s so much to see.“, Kyra noted while you three walked through the exhibition. You nodded, overcome with fond memories; “Yes, I loved it here as a child…“ “You did?“, Harper looked up to you as if she couldn’t believe that you once were as little as her. “Yes, I came here often with my parents.“, you explained.

Smiling, Kyra bumped her shoulder to yours and told Harper; “But it’s her first sleepover in here too.“ “Exactly. And with you two, it’s extra special.“, you laughed. Your girlfriend kissed your cheek; “That’s so cute.“ With flushed cheeks but a happy warm feeling inside, you turned back to Harper; “Which dinosaur is your favourite so far, Harps?“ “T-Rex!“, the child yelled, followed by a loud roar. She let go of Kyras hand and pretended to have claws, holding her hands like a Tyrannosaurus. It was such an adorable display that you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing; “Yes, that one is impressive, right?“ Harper nodded quietly and came back to hold your hand; “I call him Roar-y.“ “I love that name!“, Kyra giggled, disproportionately amused about the name. “Me too.“, Harper smiled, trying to suppress a yawn. “It’s perfect.“, you agreed.

As you continued to walk through the museum, you could feel Harper slowing down. She got quieter and let herself lean against you at every stop, hiding her little face in your sweater. “Tired, little one?“, you smiled to which Harper vehemently shook her head; “No.“ Kyra grinned at you, obviously thinking the same; “Sure.“ “Not done yet.“, the toddler mumbled.

With a warm smile Kyra offered her: “Want me to carry you?”. “Yes, please.”, Katrina’s daughter nodded. “Come here.” Quickly the Arsenal player embraced her before starting to carry her. The girl’s eyes were slowly closing: “Okay.” “I knew, she was about to fall asleep.”, you whispered into your girlfriend’s ear. The brunette was grinning: “She is too cute.” “Yes, mini did a great job with her.”, you winked at her. “I agree.” “Love them both. Should we go to our sleeping place?”, you asked her. Kyra who started to feel the weight of the toddler agreed: “Yes, let’s go.” “I think that’s ours.”

Carefully the midfielder let Harper down on to the sleeping back:” Perfect.” Amused Kyra demanded:” Come here, let’s lay down too.” “Fine.” As you two got cozy with an asleep Harper in between who quietly snored the Arsenal player looked at you excited: “This is really cool.” “Told you.”, you quietly said, your eyes still shining. “Yeah, you were right.”, the Australian admitted smirking. Happily, you told her: “And Harper enjoyed it too.” “Especially the Dinosaurs.”, Kyra laughed. You fell into her laughter: “Yes, she loved the t-rex the most.”

“Roary!”, your girlfriend remembered delighted. But she was a little too loud in your opinion as you was worried that Harper would wake up from the noises around her:”Psst not so loud.” “Sorry.”, the Arsenal player apologized. A soft smile was on your lips as you reassured her: “It’s okay, she’s still asleep.” “We should buy her a plush T. rex tomorrow.”, Kyra suggested.

,You adored that idea as you were getting sleepier by each second: ”Oh definitely, so she won’t forget her night at the museum.” “I’m sure we won’t either. Sleep well, love.” “Good night, Ky.”, you replied, already half asleep, dreaming from the adventures your night at the museum hold. Lovingly Kyra glanced at you while she tucked you in, so you were as comfortable as Harper before closing her eyes too.

#kyra cooney cross #kyra cooney cross x reader #woso #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #matildas #arsenal wfc #auswnt #arsenal wfc x reader #katrina gorry

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eepywriters · 5 months

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I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

#quackity x reader #quackity imagine #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #qsmp x reader #first request #yippie

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explosiontooth · 4 months

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Ive held the headcannon/theory of the metalocalypse being a cycle close to my heart for a while, so I wanted to make a post of evidence of why this may be the case. Its a bit long, so here it is under a read more

For a recap, this hc states that the Metalocalypse has happened before, and it will happen again in the future. The prophecy was less of a “real” prophecy and more of a historical account of what happened and what will happen again.

To get the obvious out of the way, the Death Clock is an actual object that counts down to the metalocalypse. It’s in the very nature of clocks to repeat over and over again.

Why would they make it circle shaped if it was just a one time event lol

Throughout the series we also see various historical depictions of dethklok, in wildly different times and places

There’s ancient Sumerian carvings, Yaneemango sculptures from an unknown time period, and paintings from the medieval period. And if you want to count them, there’s their ancient animal forms, which might just be a manifestation of their spirits rather than actual previous lives that they lived. But its still worth bringing up.

On to my second point:

In AOTD, we see a scene of the tribunal observing a demon fall through the doomstar’s portal and die. Vater Oorlag calls it “sister of the Krakish”

Which probably means that this demon is related to our good pal Musta-Krakish, and that Musta-Krakish is from whatever underworld that the Doomstar leads to.

However, in Dethtroll, they dont summon him from a portal. He’s already there in the lake, just asleep. Which means he likely came through the doomstar in a previous cycle. If only there were evidence this happened.. oh wait there is

Alongside the medieval-style murals, we see this depiction of what are obviously Klokateers battling Musta-krakish. This is inconsistent with Dethtroll, as there are no klokateers in that episode, and the only people who battle the troll are Dethklok. So clearly, this is a different battle in a different time. Which also means that the “Grandpas Guitars” are likely the instruments belonging to Dethklok’s previous incarnation.

Lastly, theres a lot of lyrics in plot-important songs referring to themes of the infinite and living multiple lives. Here’s a few I found

Anyway yea I love reincarnation stories forever ❤️

#metalocalypse #dethklok #nathan explosion #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer #william murderface #army of the doomstar

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white-sinner · 10 months

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the curtain opens on the side characters

Diavolo x male tsundere reader

Spice

🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️you two would be one of the most interesting couples, no one knows how you two ended up together so we have Diavolo who has the character of a golden retriever and you who have the character of a black cat

when you first arrived at the RAD you found Diavolo's personality very irritating in fact it was not you who wanted to get to know him but he was the one who approached you

your friendship beginning of can normally say omitting that you helped him escape from Barbatos who was looking for him why the hell he had to finish the papers work

after a while you started to develop feelings for him but you didn't want him to notice so you started acting rough

obviously Diavolo understood why you were doing this (that's not true, it took an explanation from Barbatios and Asmodeus to make them understand)

Diavolo: why is M/N behaving like this? maybe I annoy him

Barbatos: no my lord i believe that m/n he is doing this because he has developed romantic feelings but he doesn't want you to notice

Diavolo:wat?

Asmodeus: exactly so I advise you to take the opportunity since M/N is very hotly contested~ if you want I can book you a nice room in a love hotel with lots of toys so you can have fun darlings~

after Diavolo with the help of Barbatos and Asmodeus managed to understand why you were behaving like this Diavolo doesn't waste time courting you even if some of his ways are.... how to say it in a kind way?.. questionable..

like this:

imagine that instead of Lucifer there is you

but he also knows how to do it when he normally woos you: he gives you gifts..many gifts..too many gifts, he gives you roses, puppets, in short, imagine something you want and Diavolo will give it to you in the blink of an eye

Diavolo finds it really adorable that when you're embarrassed you insult him so much he knows you don't really mean those insults

when Levi saw this scene you reminded him so much of two anime characters he had seen

once you two get together good luck shrugging it off, Devil will follow you everywhere like a little dog following its master

for Diavolo it doesn't matter where you are one way or another you'll find yourself sitting on his leg

now the quarrels between you two are rare since Diavolo always tries to make you happy but when it happens you will find Diavolo with a large bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box of chocolates outside your bedroom door apologizing

Spice

when you two fuck Diavolo likes to use the brat teming method he will make you suck his cock until you cant talk anymore and let's face it Diavolo cock is big...when hes done with your mouth it will go to your ass and Diavolo love to see his cum run down your legs and let's not talk about when you make him jealous get ready for a long night of rough sex

to be clear this is what Diavolo made you wear when he was jealous last time….

❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️🥀❤️

#male reader #male x male #male y/n #male x reader #x male smut #obey me x male reader #shall we date diavolo #diavolo smut #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #lord diavolo #sub male reader #sub reader #obey me #obey me shall we date

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dangopango00 · 22 days

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YIIPEEE finished the rest of the brothers with my hcs 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Notes utc

Lucifer:

- Grey streaks from like stress or sth

- Tired eyes (Honestly ik i put his eyes should be straight before but i decided itd be soooo kewt if he had downturned eyes like belphie)

- Kept his eye color bc it shows how hes aggressive but not all the time like silent but deadly bc muted colors

- dilf

Mammon:

- Made his hair more greyish bc his and solomons hairstyles are so similar

- Was also sick and tired of the messy anime boy hair so i made his hair messy in a diff way; more clean since hes a model and all

- His ahoge is supposed to look like a little wing kinda

- A few black streaks (dyed) bc of how much he respects luci

- Remnants of freckles (light seasonal freckles)

- I hate the eyebrows and eyes going through the hair thing if its fully covered but i had to show that hes being mischievous

Levi:

- Im so sorry to everyone who loved him the way he was but I HAD TO GREMLINFY HIM its in character trust

- He blushes the most imo like i feel like his whole face and neck would turn red

- His hair would be super messy like he would NOTT brush that shit its a waste of time in his opinion

- Made his messy hair in the shape of a fish fin (top) and tail (right)

- Made his mouth widest bc hes a lizard

- Gave him slight snake eyes (ok but imagine if it intensified whenever he was envious like how cats do but opposite)

Satan:

- Angelic ahh beautiful man

- Hair grows fast so its always a lil long

- Always looks a lil mad RBF

- Same hair swoop thing as Asmo

- Single ahoge is supposed to represent a unicorn horn kinda

Asmo:

- Little rat braid that supposed to resemble scorpion tail

- fake mole (hes not one of us yall.) (we let it slide bc hes chill)

- Similar swoop to satan (purposeful. Asmo styles his hair since he was “young” and he just kept doing it that way)

- #softgirl vibe

Beel:

- Ik i said idk what to say for him but i got a bunch of random inspo bye

- Looks like he was raised by wolves. Ok well thats an exaggeration but his hair is very unkempt doesnt get haircuts until his hair is down to like his shoulders and def doesnt style it

- FRECKLS ❤️ mostly on his cheeks

- Lighter streaks of hair naturally n it matches belphie 🥺🥺

- ahoge is supposed to look like fly wings but he also looks like a bnnuy and thats so kewt

Belphie if u havent seen him!

All the hcs i made more in-depth than on here

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sexydoffyman · 11 months

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Hi! I am a very quiet person, and I never get angry (even somethimes a little but i don't scream and shout). Some years ago happened that a bully (a guy that i kwen since i was 7 yo and literally stalked me in very rude way: from the food, the clothes, the movies, the nail polish, manga, anime, my drawings and lot of other things and every time he tells me cruel words and rude things and every time I replied him to go to hell) managed to makes me angry... very angry. Like, I never scream when i am angry but in that case I started to scream against him. He just stare at the floor the entire time. Can I ask you a reaction for the Red Hair pirates to a girl that is usually quiet and for a reason like mine she starts to scream for angry?

Thank you, I like your blog very much❤️

ANGERED

genre: angst fluff

word count: 737

A/N: It was actually hard to make it at least a little fluff at the end.🐝 I feel weak in the legs.

"Common girlie, it's nothing serious." You heard from the man you spent months on a ship with. "Shanks it is serious." "Maybe not for you, but I'm scared."

To put you in perspective on why you were angry. You had a room in the lower places of a ship. This meant that lots of deep sea creatures would bump into these places on the ship. That wouldn't be a problem alone. The Red Force was a well-built ship, so it wouldn't take any damage. The problem was that these sounds scared you. They scare you a lot.

Shanks ignored the fact. I mean, he was going to move you. But before that, he wanted to tease you.

"Common Shanks, please don't be a dick." Shanks was looking at you with a shit-eating grin. You wanted to punch him in the face so bad. "Oh, common scared of little noise?" "What are you, a coward?" "Cowards aren't accepted on my ship." He said all that like it was nothing. That made you even more angry.

He knew that you wouldn't fight back. Whenever he teased you like that. Being the only girl in the crew didn't help at all. The men with monkey-like brains were making sexist comments and assumptions. You just ignored them. But now they were all chuckling. They took advantage of you for being too nice. And you couldn't do anything about it.

Now you were sick of all of it. Them taking advantage of your kindness. And them ignoring your problem. "Shanks, I'm serious!" you tried desperately once again. "Are you sure that it isn't the time of the month again?" He said teasingly.

*SLAP*

Shanks fell out of his bar stool and looked at you like, you just defeated him. A red mark in the shape of a palm appeared on his left cheek. "YOU NEED TO STOP BECAUSE WHAT YOU ARE DOING IS MAKING ME WANT TO LEAVE!" You yelled at him. The look on his face said that he knew that he fucked up.

Him hearing you say that, you feel like you want to leave his crew because of him. That might just be the worst thing he heard in his life. Now he was worried. He would never forgive himself if you ever left just because he was stupid.

"YOU MIGHT NOT REALIZE IT, BUT I LOSE INTEREST IN BEING HERE WITH EVERY "You really think you can open that? Common, you're a girl." AND IT HURTS!" You yelled your heart at them. You told them every single thing that weighed your shoulders.

Shanks tried to speak and make an excuse, but you cut him off every single time. When you ended yelling at them, you gave them one last glance and started to walk away to that room you hated so much.

You slammed the door behind you and sat down on your bed. You put your back against the wall and cried. You felt like you couldn't win even if you did everything you possibly could.

*knock knock*

You couldn't even tell him to fuck off when Shanks burst into your room. "Shanks, leave now!" You said with tears rolling down your face. Shanks ignored your request and hugged you while he sat you on his lap. You were so frustrated. You punched his side with all your might. But how could you defeat the grip of an emperor.

"Punch all you need, I deserve it." You hesitated to punch him another time. "But I won't let you go because you deserve to be treated well" You cried into the fabric of his coat and started yelling again "I HATE WHEN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WON'T DO IT AGAIN, BUT LEAVE ME CRYING MY SLEF TO SLEEP THE NEXT DAY!"

Hearing you say stuff like that broke his heart again. He didn't realize he was making you cry every night. He never wanted to make you sad or worse, cry. He just looked at you with eyes that had regret written all over them.

You looked at him. It will gonna be hard, but you will forgive him. And he will do anything in his power to make you not angry at him. You knew that. You knew because of how tight he hugged you. And because of the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"You can sleep in my room if you want-" "Shut up."

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biteofcherry · 2 months

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Happy Wetnessday 💦

I'm excited to see another Steve being added to your collection.

This fine Wetnessday I'd like to ask about Entwined Steve. How is he doing? Has his reader adjusted to her new life after her transformation? I hope she's getting fucked by him every day.

(of course you don't have to write anything big for this. It's fine if you just answer the questions shortly!)

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

Omg, Wetnessday Anon, I just saw this ask from you and probably for the first time today realized its actually Wednesday today! 😅Thank you for the illumination, lol. And as always, thank you for sending me engaging asks ❤️

Leshy Steve is doing very well. He's thrilled to have you by his side today for this first day of spring, showing you the wonders of nature blooming to life.

There's softness and a spark of wicked pride in his eyes as he watches you strolling through the forest in remnants of your skirts that slowly get covered in twigs and tiny leaves. Your irises are now a beautiful green with swirls of gold. You see the shades of the forest differently than when you were fully a human. Some of your hair have started turning green. And your touch and hearing have improved, as well.

You can smell the changes in the air, the distinctive differences between animals passing by. The calming, familiar scent of Steve himself.

The animals often peek at you curiously. Some even dare to come closer. One time you saw that small fawn, which you remember seeing in the village when the mother and child disappeared.

The cute animal bounced your way, but stopped when Steve stepped to your side. He made no threatening moves nor sounds toward the fawn, yet the baby animal paused and you swear it showed him its tongue, before running away.

Steve then laughed softly and told you he'll introduce you to his friends soon.

He wants you all to himself for a bit more, suspecting you'll be making friends and engaging in new responsibilities once he introduces you fully to the wonders of the god's forest and to the role of his consort.

For now he spends days and nights teaching you new ways to take his cock and the essence of the forest god.

There's a delicate, small vine, taking a shape of a young fern branch, in the juncture of your thigh, sprouting from the thatch of curly hair covering your mound.

Steve loves to lick it as he makes his way between your legs.

He can't wait for you to realize that the morning dew pearling on grass is shinier and sweeter when he makes you come as the moon hangs high in the sky.

#Wetnessday Anon #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x female reader #Steve Rogers x you #leshy!Steve Rogers #entwined #leshy!Steve Rogers x reader

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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i was listening to the fanficmaverick podcast episode you did on fanfiction history, in which you mentioned (~55 min in) that you were one of the main people writing the terms of service for AO3 and bringing up the types of "would this be allowed" test cases, that these were not "oh it's a slightly problematic kink" but "violent snuff porn of gillian anderson, not scully, but gillian anderson" — and that you all eventually landed on "kinda gross, but legal in the US, and therefore would host." question: was this the most contentious case? any other memorable/notable test cases, or other interesting discussions you can remember?

i'd also love to hear more about how the major archive warnings were decided on — on what basis were these chosen? which others were considered? — if you happen to know!

sincerest thank you for all the work you've done for fandom and the preservation of fandom history. ❤️ seriously, such a feat, and so interesting!

I think even then my personal level of wallowing in annoying wank or looking at horrifying fic was vastly higher than everyone else's, so this was pretty much the example we looked at.

Though, if you want to laugh, astolat's original post is still up on LJ with the comments, and there were totally people going "I'd be interested in this new archive project, but not if it includes RPF!" or "Not if it includes any underage fic at all!" etc.

On usenet in the 90s, there was somebody or somebodies who were reaaaaally into that specific type of snuff story. I remember noticing how many of them involved not only hangings but very specific imagery of one high heel falling off. I was 13, so I really couldn't tell you if it was one dude with a specific fetish or genuinely super widespread. But it made an impression.

The alt.sex.stories hierarchy was a wild time.

Anyway, in practice, badwrong RPF of female celebs that sounds like it's aimed at straight dudes ends up on fetish sites for whatever the fetish is, not on fic archives for the most part, but I thought it was a useful example because it was so far into actually offensive to AO3y types. We're not talking the weaksauce shit people are always asking me about on here like "Oooh, what if someone posted [bog standard slash trope] to AO3?" as though it's a gotcha.

Man... were there other test cases? I'm trying to remember. This was all in like 2008, and of course, I didn't keep internal documents when I left OTW. Not that half of this was stuff I'd have had documented on my computer anyway.

My memory is that the general shape of the content policy had been decided by the founding Board before Content Policy started up. I don't think we were actually making the ruling on RPF ourselves.

I'm pretty sure most of what we were up to was looking at wank and trying to determine how to head off shitty behavior with the ToS. Trying to define harassment is a mega pain in the ass, let me tell you.

One major internal wank there was was deciding whether to allow Original Work. I was the one who'd been in anime fandom, and I was very used to archives that have an original section, often for the "original slash" and "original yaoi" that had nowhere else to go at the time. (These days, you'd just become a "m/m romance" author, as I in fact have.) Fanfiction.net had spun off its original years ago at that point, but a lot of the non-English archives and a lot of the archives in other parts of English-speaking fandom found fannish-but-original to be a normal thing.

I am a grudgy bitch, and I am still not over how much pushback I got on this.

AO3 went live with a ban on original work, but the policy never ended up being heavily enforced. We waited to see what would happen with posting, and it was predictably that people from those backgrounds outside of US Media Fandom posted some original without even thinking it might be banned, but they didn't post so much it overwhelmed the archive.

The big fears had been that #1 people would flood AO3 and drown out the fic. This was predicated on the idiotic notion that original = inherently not fannish, so there's no dividing line. In reality, the people who were used to posting original to fic archives had an internal sense of what belongs and what doesn't. Fear #2 was that people would try to post chapter 1 of a commercial story and then go "See here to buy the rest". Little did we know that this would soon be a problem with fucking fan fiction itself. (Also, commercial spam was always against the rules and needed no extra anti-original work rule.)

People didn't just disagree with me: they looked at me blankly.

Pretty sure I vented about this on that podcast too though. Anyway, most of the shit people find contentious now was already decided before we started writing the ToS, I think... though I don't really remember clearly. We were more looking to plug up holes in the rules that nitpicking trolls could use to harass.

The kinds of things we were deciding were often like the policy that AO3 doesn't necessarily tell you if someone reported you. If they need info, they'll contact you, and if they decide you broke the ToS, you'll hear about it, but obviously bogus reports don't get passed on. This is to remove the temptation to use the team as a proxy to harass a target. An official e-mail, even if it's "You're fine, actually", can be disturbing.

Re the warnings themselves, I know I'd done a survey of what archives were out there at the time and had come up with a list of a few dozen. This was early on in OTW's development process, not just for Content Policy. You can still find the list somewhere on that LJ group. Anyway, for the ToS writing, we looked at the commonplace warnings from archives past, which were basically character death, character death, and also character death.

It always cracks me up when people are like "Um, rape makes sense, but how dare they downplay these other bad things with a character death warning?" Old fandom places were full of unwarned for rape, but woe betide the person who posted surprise character death of a main ship!

We needed an under-18 warning because we had a lot of Australian fans who were like "Dude, my government is a bitch, and I cannot use this archive at all if I can't filter that out". Past archives had mostly just banned it entirely or been full of death eaters raping teenage Harry Potter characters with nary an underage warning in sight.

I don't remember why we picked the violence one. It really wasn't common, but maybe we wanted to make a philosophical point that sex doesn't have more cooties than violence.

CNTW was a compromise with older fandom standards where people objected to literally any warnings existing. A lot of the really oldschool warnings debates aren't about which ones you should have but about whether you should have them at all.

I think people around here miss how non-universal warnings are and how many other communities and spaces even today don't think you need all that.

I don't recall if we seriously considered any specific others. I don't think we had a big list, then ruled them out. It's more like we accreted a few must-haves as we went along. We probably looked at the metadata for the eFiction archives that actually had ticky boxes for search (as opposed to the very low-metadata norm on many archives). But a lot of those filters would have been fandom-specific or redundant or hella vague.

One thing to keep in mind is that this was an Era of Archives, so there were fucktons of examples to look at, though only a few flavors of example since a bunch used eFiction or otherwise copied each other's design. It was possible to make some judgements about past norms on archives, not just go "Are we copying FFN or not?" A lot of fans now see fic hosting as the big three or see AO3 as the only option, but we were used to having many archives with many designs.

I know we wanted a short and manageable list of warnings, and we wanted unambiguous things that could be effectively enforced. If I'm populating my hard-coded 90s website with other people's fics, I can go through each for dubcon before I post it (not that you'd ever have warned for dubcon in the 90s). On a big fic archive, making judgement calls on vague ass categories like dubcon is a nightmare.

We did do some focus groups where other interested fans came in and critiqued our work. I can't recall how much was about our ToS wording and how much was about the actual policies. But we did workshop this shit extensively with people who were around at the time. I think many of the whiners now assume it wasn't enough of a community effort (since we didn't decide things they like). But actually, a bunch of people weighed in. Maybe elf remembers what we actually asked them. I think she was in a focus group.

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spicywhenspeaking · 4 months

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Bad Omens Valentine’s Day Headcanons ❤️

These are all just my made up little ideas about how the version of them that lives on my mind palace would act! Not at all meant to be taken seriously:)

Under the cut

Noah Sebastian:

makes a home cooked meal

buys flowers from a local florist

Words of affirmation and quality time and physical touch

Gifts expensive chocolate assortment in a heart shaped box

has a record playing when you get home from work

Prays to every god that you’re wear the red lingerie set that makes drives him crazy

Writes a very sappy note in the card he got you and gets an intense blush when you read it

You share a bottle of red wine or a mocktail

You end up going out to see a movie spontaneously but sit in the back row so you can make out

Nicholas Ruffilo:

Believes Valentine’s Day is a corporate holiday but makes you a handmade card with a beautiful note inside

Words of affirmation and quality time

Orders your favorite food on Uber eats

Gifts you comfy new pajamas and expensive skin care that he knows you like but don’t buy offer for yourself

You two split an edible and watch horror movies and eat dinner on the couch

Buys all the Valentine’s Day themed gummy snacks for you to share

End up high and playing a card game but forgetting the rules and laughing so hard you get dizzy for a second and hold onto each other for support

Clumsily climb up the stairs after each other and flop into bed in a cuddled mess arms and legs tangled up together.

Nick Folio:

Loves Valentine’s Day so much

Lots of physical touch and gift giving

Buys you a new Valentine’s Day stuffed animal every year

Gets you an edible arrangement and 12 dozen red roses delivered to your office/job/apartment

Wants to kiss you all day and remind you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

Appreciates a gift in return (lol) and he gets teary eyed when he reads the note you put in his card

Rents a hotel room for the weekend and went before to decorate with rose petals

You get drunk on champagne together and take a bubble bath

He brought bath paints so you end up making a fun game out of drawling on each others skin until the water runs cold and you dry off and head to bed ;)

Jolly Karlsson:

Very romantic and treats you like a queen

Lots of words of affirmation and affection

Breakfast in bed with homemade pancakes and omelet

Has the whole day planned for you

Takes a cute picture for his instagram to make a sappy post about how much he loves you

Coffee shop date at y’all’s favorite place

Picks out your outfit for dinner including the new lingerie he bought you

Fancy reservations at a nice restaurant

Wants to hold your hand across the table all night

Buys an expensive bottle of wine

Buys you nice ethical jewelry

Ubers home to be responsible

Wants to dance in the candle light when you get home

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creedslove · 10 months

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DAVE YORK - KINKS HEADCANON

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: This man drives me insane

Dave's a cheating husband and he likes it, he loves the thrill of deceiving his own wife, he likes to sext you while he watches a movie with Carol in the living room some quiet evening after dinner

He is literally seeing pictures of your pussy and writing all the dirty things he will do to you, feeling his cock hardening under his pants while he keeps a straight face during one of the insufferable chick flicks his wife picks

And the times he has to fuck Carol, he always thinks of you; he plays his favorite memories of you two together over and over or he even watches some of the sextapes you've recorded

Dave isn't dumb, he doesn't show his face on the videos, they're mostly focused on your pussy gushing for him when he fingers you, or just how you show yourself in camera for you, spreading yourself entirely for his pleasure

He is very possessive too, if you are his, then you are only his. It doesn't matter if he is married and you have to share him with his wife, this is the deal you signed up for it and he makes sure to show how territorial he is

He loves marking your body, you can't mark him of course, for obvious reasons, but he marks you by biting all over your body or spanking you

He also likes to cum all over you, he doesn't refuse cumming inside of you, but there's something about you taking his thick load on your pretty face and watching it drip down your breasts or shooting it on your ass, it just gives him so much pleasure. It's a primal way to mark you as his, as if he were a real animal

Dave is the kind of guy who would definitely get you a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a 'D' or straight up 'Dave' pendant so he could fuck you wearing only that

Or he would make you wear a collar so he could fuck you because you are his

That man would also spit in your mouth and no one can tell me otherwise

He already has two kids, he doesn't want more kids, but that doesn't stop Dave from having the slightest breeding kink when fucking you

He would definitely lick your wet panties to taste you before actually getting between your thighs

He's into anal, his wife isn't into it, so you can be sure Dave York loves fucking your tight asshole

He buys you all kinds of lingerie, and sex toys such as cute butt plugs or clit pimps

Dave is into fingering you in public or semi public places

But he really likes when you give him handjobs, it drives him crazy to have you pumping his cock with your hand well hidden under the restaurant table

He doesn't do threesomes because he is not gonna share you with anyone

He dreams of fucking you in his and Carol's bed so you can leave your perfume all over it

He hopes you don't fall in love with anyone else so you keep on being his for as long as possible ❤️

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thcfountain · 4 months

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@littlechickenuggets requested: "Request for the first time you sleep with Matt and he’s all gentle and caring because we know he’s tough on the outside but all gooey on the inside ❤️"

word count: 2,653.

Matt Dierkes x afab reader (no she/her pronouns used for reader so it's slightly more inclusive to trans and enby readers.) oral, afab receiving, p in v protected sex.

It's been a few months since you had begun to date Matt. Time goes by equally sweet and slow, as if every moment belongs solely to the two of you, and too fast for words since it seems that so much of his time is spent on the road.

Facetime calls are a staple of your relationship and that's something you had known would happen before you'd agreed to that very first date. It wasn't bad though - Matt knew how to make you laugh. The kind of laugh that was ugly and loud and real and he hadn't said so but it was his favorite sound in the world. Matt was a hater of most things, his roasts and stern words made you smile, they made you laugh. (His list of things he didn't hate included trash animals, the band, and you - not specifically in that order.)

You rolled over in your bed, curling up on your side and holding the phone with one hand as you looked through the screen at Matt. The call had started when he had begun to set up in the venue for the last stop on the tour, at some point he had propped the phone up so you could watch him work and listen to the concert, and now - hours later - it still continued as he laid in his bunk and talked to you in hushed whispers as to not disturb the rest of the band. You honestly weren't sure how his phone battery had survived the call but you supposed you could chalk it up to some sort of magic or maybe Matt just walked around with a couple of portable chargers.

He was beautiful though, even if he was clearly exhausted. Illuminated in the light cast from his phone screen - the soft curve of his jaw and rounded face. The perfectly shaped Cupid's Bow of his top lip and slightly plump bottom lip. His soft brown eyes, that you had once, affectionately, described as ‘Dr Pepper Brown’ and almost caused him to piss himself with laughter over.

“I'll be home before you know it,” he says, interrupting your thoughts and bringing out an excited little smile to your face. “I was hoping you would come over to mine for dinner?” There's an unasked question in there, silently buried in the meaning behind his words but given away by how he looks at you.

You two had been dating for a little while now but things hadn't quite yet progressed to sex. The farthest either of you had gotten was a few steamy makeout sessions and the occasional grinding on each other throughout your clothes. Usually an interpretation came in the form of Boo wanting attention or phone calls concerning work, or even the time that Noah had waltzed in and then turned right back around and left. (Of course, he had jokingly told everyone that he was ‘scarred for life’ and proceeded to make up steamy details of hardcore sex that had not been happening.)

But also, and Matt was well aware of this, you had been a little nervous. It was a mixture of things really. Screencaps that floated around of his old curiouscat where he implied he was a ‘daddy dom’ had been the primary cause of this nervousness however. You weren't exactly a pro, so to speak, having only had sex once before with an ex. You worried you wouldn't like it if he wanted to be rough with you or that somehow he would be disappointed afterwards.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth and he immediately noticed. “Nothing has to go anywhere you don't want to. No is a complete sentence,” he reminds you.

You want it though, of course you did. Hell, you'd touched yourself enough times to fantasies about it. Had woken up from wet dreams about him, your panties wet with your own slick and your clit throbbing. You definitely wanted this. Wanted him.

“You have some strong competition with my vibrator,” you joke and his eyebrows skyrocket upwards. “I'll come, I want to.”

“Maybe first you should show me how you like to use that vibrator,” he says with a little smirk.

You don't get a chance to reply as the curtains on his bunk are torn backwards, letting more light in so you can see him better. From off screen you hear Jolly's voice. “No one wants to hear you sext!” He proclaims. “You aren't good at whispering!” The phone is yanked out of Matt's hands and Jolly's face suddenly comes into view. “Hello and goodnight, y/n,” Jolly says right before ending the call.

You aren't as embarrassed as you should be and end up laughing yourself to sleep, imagining Matt's face after Jolly hung up.

You made a quick stop to your local lingerie store the next morning, purchasing a set that you hoped would drive Matt wild. It would surely accentuate your curves in all the right places and it wasn't out of your comfort zone either. The lingerie was worn under what people considered a staple in everyone's wardrobe - a little black dress.

You knew that you looked good with your hair styled in that way he likes, the one he's complimented a few times. Makeup is put on slowly and carefully as your heart beats a little too fast at the prospect of what tonight would hold. It's done in the way you like, the way that you think makes you look best because makeup is art - art for you, not for him, even if you like the way he compliments it.

He pulls the door open before you can knock, tugging you into a hug immediately. You melt into his embrace, all anxieties washing away for a moment. You hadn't let yourself realise how much you missed him. The smell of his cologne that lingered softly on his clothes, the way that he held your body tightly against his own. He always made you feel so instantly safe and at peace.

“I missed you,” he says softly, his words echoing your very thoughts. He pulls away just enough to lean down and instinctively you push up on tiptoes, meetings him halfway for a soft kiss. “I missed you a lot,” he says after your part, resting his forehead against yours.

You cup his cheek in your hand and he leans into it. “I missed you too,” you tell him and in that moment you know you're ready. All you could ever want is him and you know that you trust him more than anyone.

He sees the change in your eyes and pulls back, raising a brow. Before he can say anything, you take his hand and tug him towards his bedroom. “Maybe dinner can wait?” you ask softly and he grins, understanding what you mean.

You come to stand in front of his bed, still neatly made from before he left for tour. What a welcoming home it was about to see -

The door clicks closed behind him and he settles back, leaning against it as he watches you, waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to either make the first move or let him know he could make it.

His eyes are on you, watching you, and you know that you're safe. A hand reaches behind your back and you slowly pull the zipper on your dress down, feeling strangely confident under his gaze. The fabric slides down until the dress is pooled around your feet and you can't help but smile proudly at the look he gives when he sees the lingerie.

You kick off your shoes and step away from the dress, closing the distance between you and Matt.

“You are the sexiest person I've ever seen,” he murmurs as his hands come to rest against your hips as soon as you're close enough. He pulls you against him and leans down to kiss you.

One hand stays on your hips, his other rests on your neck. The kiss is heated - he licks at the seam of your lips and as soon as you part them, his tongue is in your mouth. Your own hands wander - sliding up his shirt and over a toned stomach - all those months of working out with Ash had paid off very well for him.

His skin was warm under your touch and instinctively you two part from a kiss that leaves you breathless so that you can pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside somewhere nearby. He catches you in another kiss, somehow managing to walk you backwards towards his bed at the same time. Your hands, working in a disorganized way, manage to push his pants down right before the backs of your knees make contact with the edge of his bed.

His own hands cup your breasts over your lingerie bra for a moment before moving down so he can kiss your cleavage. The bra doesn't take long for him to unfasten and toss away and you don't think about it as he takes a nipple into his mouth. You feel yourself starting to get wet under his touch, the slick gathering in your panties as he draws a moan from your mouth.

You push him back a little and allow yourself to fall backwards to lay on his bed, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch him. His hands rest on your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles.

“Just tell me to stop and I will,” he reminds you, not yet going any further.

“I want this,” you remind him and he smiles.

He pushes your legs apart and kneels between them. Hands slide upwards, coming to stop on your thighs and you watch him, heart pounding with excitement, as he leans down. He places kisses up one thigh, soft and gentle, until he reaches your panties.

A finger traces the hemline. “These are sexy,” he murmurs to himself and then his finger traces over the crotch. “You're already getting wet with excitement,” he teases. Matt leans down, licking the fabric on the crotch and you let out a whimper.

Already you want him and he knows it. He rubs you through the fabric and you squirm a little against it, trying to get more friction out of it then what you were getting. He chuckles and gently calls you needy before sliding the panties down your legs. His finger gathers up your juices, rubbing them up your slit before brushing against your clit.

You let yourself lean back completely, eyes fluttering closed as he circles your clit a few times with his fingers before pulling them away. You whine, desperate for more touch and he obliges, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He sucks on your clit and you moan, hands going down to rest on his head. As he sucks on your clit, occasionally circling it with his tongue, one of his fingers slides into you.

Immediately you buck your hips into him, acting on instinct as he draws you towards an orgasm. The finger curls up inside of you, quickly finding that perfect spot and it surprises you both when you cum quickly, walls clenching around his finger as he sucks your clit.

He pulls away with a chuckle. “You really were needy,” he teases and as you catch your breath, you sit up a little.

He sucks his finger into his mouth, tasting you and you can see how hard he is in his boxers. A little patch of precum wets a spot on the fabric and you lick your lips. He raises a brow at you before pulling his boxers off and letting you finally see him.

The sight of his cock makes your pussy clench, already you want more of him and he's ready to oblige. Matt unwraps a condom from his bedside table, slowly pushing it down his hard cock.

He settles between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing against your clit as he waits for you to tell him it's what you want.

“Matt,” his name comes out in a plea.

“What do you want?” He asks teasing his tip up your slit now. “Use your words,” he tells you.

“You,” comes your answer. “Inside me, please.”

It's all you have to say before he pushes into you, bottoming out and settling there for a moment so that he can kiss you. One of his hands find one of yours, fingers interlocking before he begins softly rolling his hips at a slow pace.

He's being gentle, not wanting to hurt or scare you because he knew your worries. Knew that you weren't so sure on anything harder or more extreme. He knows you and this gentleness, albeit unexpected, is a cherished proof of his affection.

The two of you are closer, physically and emotionally, than you've ever been. Each slow thrust into you is met with equally soft and slow kisses. Your hips push upwards, meeting his each time and the pressure for another climax builds, slow and steady within you.

His name falls from your lips between kisses. He lips press against your cheek, your nose, your chin, he whispers how beautiful you look underneath him and when he sees how close you are, he begs for you to cum around his cock.

Your walls flutter, tightening around him as that feeling of euphoria washes over you again and it's better than anything you've ever experienced before. You're melded with him, mind and body, and he fucks you slowly through it. As you're coming down from the high, he rests his forehead against your shoulder and thrusts into you a couple more times before he reaches his own climax.

You both lay there with him still inside you, your arms wrapped around him tightly for a few minutes, savoring the intimacy.

You realise, in that moment of quiet closeness, that there's a very good chance that you're falling in love with him. When he pulls out and discards the condom, you pull him back down for snuggles and he laughs.

“Couldn't get enough of me?” He teases, kissing your nose as your naked bodies press together under his covers.

“Not at all,” you answer with a smile of your own.

The two of you lie together in quiet comfort, holding each other and valuing the closeness. Your ear presses against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart until it lulls you to sleep.

You wake up to the sound of Matt's door closing, eyes opening slightly as you sit up and immediately pout at the sight of him with sweats on, no longer naked.

“I brought food,” he says, immediately perking you up as you finally notice the pizza and Dr Peppers in his hands.

As soon as he's back in bed and the pizza box rests between you, you lean your head on his shoulder. “Netflix and chill?” he offers, already turning the tv on as you grab a slice.

“Emphasis on the chill,” you joke.

A few minutes into a show, you both hear whining at the door. Matt gets up and let's Boo in. “Aww did you wanna see your parents?” he asks in a baby voice and your heart skips a little beat at being included in that.

But no, Boo wanted pizza and it made you laugh, watching Matt tell him that good boys don't eat pizza because they get poopy pantaloons and hearing him say that in a baby voice was funnier than you expected.

Boo ends up settling down at the edge of the bed to sleep and you go to take a quick shower before pulling on one of his shirts and climbing back into bed for more cuddles.

“This is the good life,” he says, a hand petting your hair.

“It really is,” you agree softly.

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