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sabo-has-my-heart · 10 months

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*rolling on my bed* Awww Robin Hood Ace is so cute aksbsusikwbwms. I really can't wait for part 2!! (Though if you are joking about part 2, may I request for it?)

Thank you so much for writing my requests!! I am so hyped for the next part. I do have a couple more requests, if you don't mind, but I'll send those in once at a time and only after you finish my previous request so don't worry. (I promise myself that so that my thrist for Ace won't make me spam your inbox)

Anyways, I love your writing! Thank you so much and have a great day!!

No, I wasn't kidding, I originally had this queued, but I thought I'd put it here. I don't mind you sending them in at all, in fact, spam my inbox! Spam my inbox with Ace, spam my inbox with Sabo or Law. Spam my inbox with Crocodile, Corazon, and Luffy! Whatever your heart desires, I will do my best. I love writing for the people who love my writing.

Okay, Part 2 to Fan of Mine

Warnings: breaking and entering

Word Count: 1680

Standing off to the side, Ace very nearly vibrated.

“Can you believe it, Sabo? She’s a fan of mine! She actually likes me! Or, well, Spade, but same thing, basically! Do you know what this means?!” Ace whisper yelled, his eyes lit up like a christmas tree.

“That she still hates the actual you?” Sabo asked, taking a sip of his champagne, bringing his brother’s mood crashing to the ground. He didn’t want to ruin Ace’s high, but he had to make sure Ace didn’t go doing something stupid. The dark haired brother stood there for a moment, thinking about what Sabo had said. You hated the real him. Looking back out at the dance floor, he saw you dancing with another noble boy. While you didn’t look real happy about dancing with him, you didn’t look at him with the same annoyance that you looked at Ace with. Feeling his heart sink, Ace nodded.

“I… yeah, you… you’re right.” Ace said softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Sighing, Sabo looked back at Ace. Now that he was down from his high, Sabo could encourage him without getting his hopes up.

“Maybe someone should pay her a visit later tonight after the party. I’m sure she’d like it if her favorite person in the kingdom wished her a happy coming-of-age.” Sabo said, making Ace perk up.

“Y-you think so?” Ace asked, a glimmer of hope back in his eyes as Sabo nodded.

“Absolutely. You can tell her you decided to see why all the lights were on when you spotted the girl who didn’t look like a walking clothing-makeup store.” Sabo said, gesturing to the other ladies. Ace nodded, feeling his mood return. He wasn’t quite as high as he had been 5 minutes ago, but this way he was hopeful while still being realistic.

Brushing through your hair, you sighed. It had been a long night, dancing with so many guys your feet hurt, now all you wanted was to finish getting ready and go to bed. Feeling your brush slowly pulled from your grasp, you spun around in terror, expecting to scream. Standing before your eyes, holding your brush, was the infamous Spade.

“Let me help with that. You must be tired after such a party.” he said past his scarf, gently turning you back around and starting to run the brush through your hair.

“W-what are you doing here?” you asked tentatively, hands nervously clenched in your lap. You were face-to-face with the Spade!

“Heard I wasn’t invited to the biggest coming-of-age ball of the year. Decided to see what I was missing. Gotta say, kind of sad that I missed a dance.” he said with a chuckle, continuing to brush your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“I… I can give you a personal dance if you’d like. We don’t have music and I’m not wearing my dress, but I wouldn’t want you to leave without at least one dance.” you offered, your cheeks now bright red.

“I’d like that. Just one though. I… can’t stay.” He said, taking your hand and helping you up. You didn’t even care that his bare chest was on full display or that you couldn’t see his face, you were getting to dance with the guy you had a crush on, “You’re quite the girl, Y/n. Care to tell me why you didn’t scream?” Spade asked once your dance had ended. As Ace, he knew how you felt about Spade, but ‘Spade’ didn’t have that knowledge.

“I… I suppose you could say I’m a fan of yours. What you do, it’s really noble and kind. I… I kind of wish I could be like you. I try to help but I’m not a good thief, I can’t even steal an extra cookie in the middle of the night.” you said with a small smile.

“You’re still trying, that’s all that matters… Close your eyes for me.” he whispered softly, brushing some hair out of your face. Your heart pounded as you did what he said, feeling his lips against yours a second later. You were pretty sure you’d died as you melted into his kiss. The man pulled away a second later, taking your hands in his, pressing something into your palm, and closing your fingers around it, “Alright, you can look again.” he said, your eyes fluttering open. He was standing by your balcony now, out of your reach.

“I’ll catch you later, beautiful.” he said before jumping from the balcony and onto the grassy lawn below. Opening your hand, you almost squealed in excitement. There in your hands, was his calling card, a small, black, wooden spade.

Night after night he visited you, only skipping a night when he’d hit up another noble house to rob, but it was fine, you enjoyed meeting with him. Each time, he’d leave you with a kiss, your heart pounding in your chest. Most nights the two of you just talked, letting him sit on the balcony railing while you quietly chatted away, more than happy to have his company. With each meeting, you learned more and more about him. You knew that he was from somewhere in one of the upper districts, he’d gotten his start after seeing others suffering, he hated how nobles flaunted their wealth when there were people in need, he really liked spicy food, he enjoyed causing trouble, and, of course, he had a thing for you.

“Hey Y/n?” Spade asked, glancing over at you. He seemed a little melancholy tonight.

“What’s up?” you asked, standing on your balcony next to him, leaning against the railing.

“What if I told you… What if I already knew you even before your party?” he asked, his hand clenching into a fist. He couldn’t keep going on like this, he needed to tell you. Tilting your head to the side, you looked at him in confusion.

“I’d ask who in the world you are, because I don’t think I know anyone quite like you.” you said, wondering what he was getting at. Spade chuckled lightly and looked out into your courtyard.

“I’m different when I’m out in public. When I’m out like this, I can be more… me than usual. No expectations, no rules, no people breathing down my neck. Just free to be me.” he said, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the cool night air. You nodded in understanding. It was the same with being a noble, always putting on a certain face for people to see, never just being you.

“Then… Can I know who you really are? I know you, but I don’t know you.” you asked, gently taking one end of his scarf in your hand.

“Just… let me have one more kiss. If you hate me after showing you who I am, I want to leave with just one last kiss.” he said, his hand covering your eyes. Both of your hearts pounded in your chests as his lips met yours once again, Spade slowly, reluctantly, pulling away. Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but gasp in shock, your hands covering your mouth. With his scarf lowered, you could see the signature freckles and familiar smile.

“A-Ace? You’re… you’re Spade?” you asked tentatively, watching as he took a deep breath and nodded.

“I know you’re not exactly fond of me, but I’ve cared about you for quite a while. Figured, since you liked Spade, maybe, I don’t know, maybe you could get to know me through him.” Ace said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Your mind took a moment to process what he’d just said, stepping closer a moment later and caressing his cheek.

“So you mean to tell me the stupid show off that’s always trying to get my attention is the same generous thief that’s been visiting me?” you asked, making Ace chuckle and nod. You were responding surprisingly well so far, though you could easily turn that caress into a slap. All you could do was press your lips against his once more. The two of you had gotten to know each other, the real versions of each other and not the faces you put on for the public. Ace couldn’t help but melt as he wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss. How long had he dreamed of this? Of holding you and kissing you and for you to return his feelings but without the disguise.

“You really think I’m a stupid show off?” Ace asked once you pulled away, making you smile.

“Yes, but you’re my stupid show off.” you said with a smile. Ace smirked as he picked you up in his arms.

“Well why don’t I show you what this stupid show off is capable of?” Ace said, laying you on the bed, making you blush. Was he… was he going to do what you thought he was going to do? He could already see the gears turning in your head, see what you expected of him. Hesitating for a moment, he stared at you. He could, you weren’t turning him away. Still, he gently pulled the blankets over you, covering you and kissing your forehead.

“I’ll show you tomorrow. Meet me at the fountain?” he requested, tucking you in. You couldn’t help but nod, feeling rather tired. Ace turned to leave, pausing when he felt some resistance on his sleeve. Looking back, he noticed you holding his sleeve, a sleepy look on your face.

“Stay with me? Just for tonight?” you pleaded, your eyes shimmering with hope. He knew he couldn’t say no to you, not when you looked at him like that. Sighing, he quickly removed his scarf and hat before crawling in on the other side of the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. The comfort of being in his warm arms quickly had you dozing off, Ace admitting how peaceful you looked before falling asleep himself. If you thought he was a show off before, you might just smack him for what he had planned tomorrow.

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #hiken no ace #hiken no ace x reader #op ace #thief!ace #nobleman!ace

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tangledfate · 1 month

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN !

🕷 || NAME?: Friday

🕷 || PRONOUNS?: she/they

🕷 || MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Angel Dust and Sallie May are currently fighting over the wheel while Stella, Lucifer and Husk are panicking in the back seat and everyone else is in the trunk.

🕷 || RP PET PEEVES?: Besides the obvious of godmodding/powerplay/underwriting? Probably not giving me enough to work with for replying. I don't need you to match my length but give me more than a sentence or two. Tell me what your muse is thinking, what they're feeling, what's happening around them. Give me something to work off of or it gets boring fast. Sorry.

🕷 || EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I have been roleplaying on tumblr since 2009, I have been roleplaying in general since 2003-2004ish, started with my twin @defiedfate and just kinda ran from there.

🕷 || FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I write a mix of all of them. My most popular/successful threads have always contained some balance between the three. And that's usually how it goes because all three are required to make a good story in my opinion.

🕷 || PLOTS OR MEMES?: While I don't mind either as they both can lead to great things, I tend to be faster when it comes to plotted things and that's mostly because I forget my inbox is there. I don't always have the spoons to do asks just because they are a lot of effort on my end to make up a story for both sides of the equation where as with replies I only have to worry about my own character.

🕷 || LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: While I don't usually do especially short responses because I don't have icons (I have somewhere around 75 muses on this blog and don't have the patience to make icons for all of them), my responses can range anywhere from 2 to 10+ paragraphs depending on what I am feeling for the thread and how wordy I get.

🕷 || TIME TO WRITE?: I currently have nothing going on so I am pretty much here all day. This is actually set to change sometime in the next 2 weeks as I will be starting a new job but as I am expected to work mornings, I will have afternoons to play and will likely be doing some of my best work somewhere between post work clarity and collapsing into bed to sleep.

🕷 || ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I like to think that everyone's muses have aspects of themselves in them, that's why they play them so well. The best muses are the ones that have a piece of the mun embedded in them. So I probably have something in common with all of my muses but as to what exactly those traits might be, your guess is as good as mine. Besides trauma...I got that in spades unfortunately...

tagged by ; @daddymothxxx & @voxtekoverlord

tagging ; @defiedfate, @infernalight, @diresang, @madefate, @fizzarollitm, @jizzlords, & anyone else who wants to do it :)

#{ dash games }#{ out of character }#{ keep }

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chaptersbycaz · 3 months

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𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰: 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿

i finally have a day off school, so here's jordan miller, my favorite enigma <3 i'm afraid to admit that i don't really give him as much as love as i should, but i'm still very hyped to write about him, because he deserves it. enjoy!

what is it going to take to make everything and everyone go away?

that is a question that jordan asks himself almost every day. being another one of the more popular kids at school (by association with regina) is something that he's always disliked, especially the attention that came with it. despite this, his love for performing outweighs his hatred for people.

but within the blinding spotlight that is the battle of the bands, all eyes are now on him and his band and their stupid opponents, if you could even call them that. in all honesty, he wouldn't even mind losing. maybe then people would leave him alone. rivalry be damned.

𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

full name: jordan elias miller

pronouns: he/him

age: 17 (high school junior)

birthday: september 1

gender: cisgender male

sexuality: biromantic asexual

ethnicity: biracial (mexican + black american)

extracurriculars: broadcasting club, bassist for searching for spade

love interest: kaelani alvarez-hawthorne

mbti: intj

likes: nature, metal music, podcasts, football, being alone

dislikes: ignorance, change, too many people, being given orders

height: 5'10 (177 cm)

hair: dark brown, coily, short afro with a taper fade

skin: bronze with a neutral undertone

eyes: black

noticeable features: has helix piercings

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

in order: megadeth ⋆ metallica ⋆ black sabbath ⋆ system of a down ⋆ pantera ⋆ rob zombie ⋆ slipknot ⋆ linkin park ⋆ motley crue ⋆ korn ⋆ rammstein ⋆ fall out boy ⋆ deftones ⋆ type o negative ⋆ radiohead ⋆ guns n' roses

𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀! ° 𖦹｡⋆☽

jordan is the oc that resembles me than anyone else in terms of music taste, which is why i had a fun time creating his music taste profile

kaelani, his girlfriend, was created by a friend of mine, @omniswn!! they're long distance as she lives in austrailia, which results in a lot of people thinking that she's not real

jordan is one of the hot boys in school that everyone has a crush on for some weird reason. even he is confused and sometimes downright uncomfortable with this fact

he is fluent in english, spanish, and japanese

he and regina are exes, and dated for three months in seventh grade. they've moved on from it though, and obviously still remained good friends

poor jordan, but this is what you signed up for when you joined a band. you're bound to get some attention anyway. and with that, thank you once more for keeping up with the oc intros series, likes and reblogs and comments are always appreciated! i'll be releasing the last of them soon, but until then, leave a message in my inbox if you want to talk about my characters with me!

#oc: jordan miller #stargazer by caz #writeblr #creative writing #meet my ocs #my ocs #oc intro #meet the oc #chaptersbycaz

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captnjacksparrow · 2 years

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Hi! How has your fandom experience been so far? Do you ever feel burnt out?

Naruto Fandom as a whole = Tear-Wiping & Woobification of their Favourites by shamelessly blame Shifting, Projecting non-existent Mental Illness and Romantic feelings, Playing Pain Olympics, Victimizing their fav while Antagonizing other sub-fandom.

[ **Am sorry, Every character tags, I go into tumblr, they play this PTSD card and absolve their shittiness which is totally stupid.. when In Canon none of the characters display such symptoms for a prolonged period** ]

However, I found the right people from the other sub-fandom who don't spoon-feed & apologize for their favs and simply Call A Spade, A Spade. They adhere to canon and stick to the facts. So, it makes this place nice.

As for SNS Fandom - Extremely One-Sided (Sasuke-sided), Boring, Dull, Unfunny, Passive - Aggressive, Back-Bitching and Homogeneous Wannabe ((Meaning: If you don’t agree with the majority... then you are bullied))

Howwwweverrrrrrr

That's not the only impression I have though. Atleast personally.

My time for the 1 whole year I’ve spent in this SNS Fandom is majorly (98%) AWESOME, felt Blessed. Majorly due to the Anons who send me asks.

The Type of Asks I am receiving will never cease to amuse me. Not gonna lie, more than writing an answer, I always enjoy reading Anon Asks. Some of the asks, I don’t even want to let them leave my Inbox, I want to keep it forever, cradling like a baby. LOL... Some of the Asks, I feel like "Anon, You really should post this in your own blog and I want to reblog it.. Damn Good!!!"

So, I'll just attach something memorable.

THE FIRST ASK. Everything started from here.....

My very first Ask.

I don't know why that Anon decided to send me an ask... Considering, I only made one post before... But I still treasure that one. Also, it’s very hilarious that I genuinely thought Kishimoto made NH because Hinata was popular. Also, I thought those wedding episodes were drawn by Kishimoto. LOL. Coz, I didn’t finish reading the manga at that time.

So, A Big Thanks for that Anon...

ANONS BE - FUNNY AF...... LMAO

And then Some Anons are Extremely funny... Like Mad funny to the point of making me smile in places where I shouldn’t be... I am a person who adores people with great sense of humour... I easily become friends with them if they keep on cracking jokes....

Poor Anon... I always headcanon myself to offer my Winter Jacket to this poor soul if they ended up watching that Movie...

“GTFO you fangirl cringe-fest” == LMAO.

This Anon has an amazing Dark Humour... Like, Every sentence was a peak comedy... “Maybe Quickly tie the rods with a strong thread then run off and have some friends trying pull out” --- I remember I was attending a meeting in my workplace and suddenly I couldn’t help but giggle thinking about this line... then my Team Lead was remarking that, “It seems someone is in Crush”.... LOL... How do I tell them that I was really smiling at this one???? [[Anon, If you are reading this, you definitely should write a Dark Comedy or Gag fic for SNS... I stan Gag materials...]]

The Anon was talking about SS Vs NH war in twitter during that Sasuke Retsuden Manga illustration news broke out. LOL... “Fat Priests”

“Look, Kishimoto could have claimed in an interview that Kiba was secretly the reincarnation of the Sage of the Six Paths and it would have meant Jackshit...”

I don’t know what this Anon has against Kiba.... But it’s just hilarious af.

Here’s the thing.. Even if you, readers, don’t agree with what I write, atleast you could try reading the Anons question which would definitely ease off your mind for sure.

ANONS BE - EXTREMELY OBSERVANT

If Hilariousness is one side... Then I must say, Being Observant is another side...

For example,

I was mentioning in many of my posts that Sakura’s character is not a Bad Writing.. instead there was an intention behind why she was written like that... I mentioned about this fact in a casual manner without any emphasis on it.... And one anon picked up my words and asked Why is that... And that became one of the lengthy post I’ve written so far which has nothing to do with SNS but it ended up being SNS...

In this Post, I casually mentioned that Sasuke is not an Arrogant person, in a random line... That ask was totally about Naruto’s Aesthetic appeal inside Narutoverse. But our SNS blogger (larrycherry07), pointedly asked me about that sentence as to why I feel that way... And I ended up making a lengthy post about Sasuke’s Arrogance .

Similarly, In this post, I was talking about how Kishimoto started to screw up SS/NH/NS/SK starting from Pain Arc.... and I just casually added a line as to how Kishi made Madara dirty... as a casual mention... And then another anon picked that line and asked me as to Why I feel Madara was nerfed like clown... And That became another lengthy post..

So, you see... The Anons are extremely Observant and when I get ask like that, I simply get astounded as to, “Yaaayy!!! People are reading even my lengthy rants and are paying attention to it... But on the other hand I should be extra responsible & careful about what I write, from here onwards”...

ANONS BE - TELEPATHIC

Just when I want to write a single post about some topic... Some telepathic anon would send an Ask reflecting what was in my mind, right out of nowhere and I am like... “....”..... Shocked to the core.

Like how do they do that???? I swear, this can’t be happening in any other fandom, Right???

ANONS BE - HETEROGENOUS (being diverse)

One of the best thing I enjoy about these anons are... They really want to know about other stuffs too. i.e, things that doesn’t have anything to do with SNS or even SS/NH.... Someday, I get an ask about Deidara. Another day I get an ask about Obito.

Which shows, they are invested in this series as a Whole just like I do... Which makes me feel truly connected to this Fandom.

ANONS BE - DESCRIPTIVE (SINCERE)

Most of the Anons send me ask explaining what they mean, why do they feel certain way and how do they come to that conclusion... And then they ask what do I think about those. You could clearly see the sincerity in their thought process and genuinely want to know more about this series. One such ask is this...

Again, this doesn’t only pertains to SNS but this also extends to other plotlines as well. This is something I wish that could’ve happened in other platforms back when I was a new comer to this fandom...

ANONS BE - ‘EXPLAIN THIS’ (correcting my stance)

There is this ask where the Anon was asking my contradictory meaning to two similar things... I mean, In one of my previous posts, I’ve said “Sasuke catched Sakura and thanking her silently” and In another post, I’ve said, “Sasuke made a silent apology to Naruto through Tears in Chapter 698... Like he doesn’t need words”... So, it looks both of the acts are similar in nature.... And the Anon was asking my explanation...

Which shows, they read my posts carefully... And remembers what I write... They connect the dots together and want to know more about it. If there’s any contradiction, they’d like to ask me about that as well... Which is very cool of them, tbh.

ANONS BE - THOUGHT PROVOKING

Okay. Let me tell you.... Not every opinions are strongly developed from my own head... Sometimes, Anons help me develop it... Like, you subconsciously know about something but you won’t realize it or even spend your time to bother thinking about it... And then some Anon would randomly send an Ask and it’d just flare my subconscious thoughts up and help me hit the Euphoria....

One such moment was...

After receiving this amazing Ask...

When I got that ask... it never gave me any sense of Epiphany... I casually answered what I felt at that time... Which is very evident from my changed current opinions as compared to that ask... [[ Not only women characters’ arc revolve around men... But men characters’ arc also revolve around men.. Which I didn’t realize before... I legit thought Kishi drew Hinata in an Obscene way... LOL ]]

But after sometime, when I started to ask myself some questions, “Why didn’t the author made Sakura and Hinata to be likeable??? Like why? I even love Obito who did everything wrong... but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to like these girls... What must be the reason?”

And whenever I ask these kind of questions related to women characters... I keep coming back to this ask...

Then I started paying attention towards Tsunade more and more... And Realized she is not only a secondary side character but also developed with more attention. Like she has a Backstory... She has a Dream that doesn’t have anything to do with Dan... She is independent... She is Strong... She was given a position of Power... She wasn’t written to be like a bimbo with just boobs with no personality... All for a side character.... And I wondered, why didn’t Kishimoto did the same with Sakura though???

Then only these lines from that ask struck me...

I don't believe Kishi can't write romance, I also don't believe he can't write at least halfway decent female characters, he just chose not to... I felt like sensei not only deliberately wrote the women in a bad light, he made something akin to the development of something romantic, just to later deliberately sabotage them.

So, that’s why???!!!!

The Author intentionally want us to hate these two women so that we would notice SNS bond better otherwise we would end up shipping NH/SS... And that’s why he sabotaged them at every given chance????

Then only I started to piece together the purpose of these women as a Beard... And also I realized that Kishi is not that misogynistic monster the fandom claim him to be... Instead I felt he is more disinterested in anyone who is not Naruto and Sasuke. Be it male or female....

I mean I subconsciously had no problems with Kishimoto’s writing of Women characters... It’s only after I got into the fandom I kept hearing these claims... But that ask totally flared up my inner thoughts more and more... And it confirmed many things in the long run... Which made me write so many post on that topic.

Thanks to that Ask... which actually helped me realize something great about the Author’s nuances...

(Some ask had negatively affected me though, which I’ll explain in my other post tomorrow)

Now tell me, How many fandoms out there could say that they have people who could share and discuss their thoughts in a Funny, Sensible, Thought Provoking, Sincere manner all the while being super polite??? ON A CONSISTENT BASIS....??? I mean, in the Past 1 year... there’s not many days that goes without a post from me... Almost everyday, I post something... And 95% of those asks are unique in nature...

Well, yes... I get Hate Asks from time to time... But all of them are totally negligible and trivial when compared to all the other meaningful asks I receive.

And Yes... I don’t like this NS/SN discourse at all... Especially one having the moral high ground and invalidating the other based on Headcanons.

SNS fandom maybe boring and unfunny, sometimes downright irritating because of the passive aggressiveness & relentless one-sidedness.

But I am clearly having fun in my own little space because of all those lovely anons... So, the least I could do is convey my Thank You to everyone who sent me asks so far and lending their time and eyes to my answers.

#thank you very much #anon #NaruSasu #SasuNaru #sns #nsn #as for getting burn out... Hmmm not yet #But eventually I will (???)#I don't know.lol

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twstinginthewind · 2 years

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Hi! I'm Nette, and I'm here to draw, write, and obsess over Twisted Wonderland. I have so many favorites, but my top three are Trey Clover, Floyd Leech, and Deuce Spade. I love playing with OCs, and hope to hear about a lot of them during my time here!

You'll get to know my OCs here:

Joker Carder, Heartslabyul freshman

Punch Carder, Ignihyde freshman

Nana Katzen, Diasomnia freshman

Bobby Sherwood, Savanaclaw sophomore

Jon Littlebear, Savanaclaw junior

Sia Sealponte, Pomefiore junior

Mia Sealponte, Pomefiore freshman

Lorne Ibsen, Octavinelle junior

Hiro Vanderveer, Scarabia freshman

Zayn Weatherwax, NRC graduate (formerly Scarabia) and bookstore owner on Sage's Island

Who knows what else?

You will likely also see a lot of crossover with @twst-the-night-away 's characters, because we tend to develop stuff by throwing ideas at each other, and our main cast has "grown up" together through multiple fandoms.

Thanks for stopping by! I follow back/send asks from hamstergal, but my twst stuff will all be posted here.

My inbox is open for all sorts of interactions. I promise not to bite. I also love "spam" likers and rebloggers; it means I'm doing something right, sharing and making good stuff for y'all! I hope you have fun here with me. Also, if we're mutuals for a while, you can find me on discord too. I might be a lil shyer on there but heck, I'll chat! Just ask :-3

Here's the stories I've written so far!

Posts with my illustrations, both digital and traditional.

Come play with me on the EN server?

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pynkhues · 2 years

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hi hey hello would you please write me a miniature essay on why you think kendall tried to tell caroline the truth (of all people) and whether you think—had caroline listened, even inattentively—he would've actually been able to get the words out?

Hi hey hello, sorry it’s taken me twelve million years to answer this, it got swallowed up by my inbox, but YES, I am absolutely fascinated by all the kids’ relationship with Caroline, and in particular that choice to have Caroline be – maybe – the first person Kendall ever actually told.

How members of the family found out, or almost found out, about what happened at Shiv’s wedding, feels really symbolic of the deeper relationships beyond the discovery. From Logan knowing before Kendall could ever tell him, and using that to not only strongarm his son professionally but to re-create a half-real-half-manufactured intimacy in order to control him (and I would argue protect him as well), to Shiv almost finding out in 2.04 out of her own sense of vulnerability and insecurity, to Kendall finally, cathartically actually caving and telling Shiv and Roman in Italy in a way that didn’t so much heal a break but maybe reset a dislocation between the three of them.

Kendall almost telling Caroline in England is that in spades too, and I think a lot about how the title of that episode, The Return, is so apt because it’s more than just a return to the UK. It’s a return to childhood for the Golden Trio in revisiting their mother, but it’s also a return to trauma in so many ways – most literally, of course, for Kendall, who ends up at the family home of the boy he killed, but also for Shiv who’s been forced back into the role of capital-d Daughter, ergo outsider to the machismo-soaked inner circle of her own family, for Tom who’s reconfronted with the cruise ship documents Greg salvaged, and I think for Caroline too, who’s sort of re-faced with the fact that her children chose their father and shunted her to the outside of the family.

(This isn’t really here nor there for this particular post, but I’m always fascinated that this ‘return’ pre-empts a larger one for Logan in the next episode as he returns to Scotland and is seemingly confronted with the memory of his sister).

I think in that sense, Caroline’s a sort of outsider to the inside, or an insider on the outside, depending on how you want to look at it, and that positions her pretty uniquely in the family itself. There’s a space to that, room, which given how tightly entangled everything and everyone else is, I think Kendall felt maybe there was a way out through.

An exit from his father, from the man he himself has become, through his mother. Like a choice he could retrospectively re-make - he always picked his dad, what would life have been if he'd picked his mother?

He knows deep down that she isn’t capable of this sort of emotional intimacy, but Kendall was drowning and I do think his hug and brief flicker of closeness with Shiv in 2.04 pmade him seek out the perceived open-embrace of the women in his family versus the perceived close-fist of the men. Kendall canonically is pretty sexist anyway, and I do think he expects more emotional labour from Shiv and Caroline than he does from, say, Roman, Connor and his dad, but at that point in s2, I do think it makes sense given how his interactions with the family had gone overall.

But yeah, more to the point of your ask, I think Kendall was thrust back into two pasts – one where he’d done something awful, and the other a childhood marked simply by before (before he’d done what he’d done, before the whole mess with his dad, god, even before the drugs) – and together that formed a complicated, twisting cocktail which meant seeking comfort in his mother was something romanticised. He wanted someone to shoulder some of the emotional labour, wanted relief, and he wanted looking after - he wanted a return to childhood - and for a minute, in his mother’s country, in the motherland, he could pretend she was capable of giving him any of that.

#it's interesting particularly to view it in context with his birthday ep i think #s1 was really marked by kendall looking forwards #i think s2 mostly by him being made to eat the present #and i think s3 by him pretending he was going forwards while really clawing his way backwards #through holing up in rava's apartment #through his childhood-themed birthday party #through seeking out abuse and re-writing it as love #he's a pendulum in a lot of ways #while the rest of his siblings circle the track #as for whether or not he would've told caroline #no i don't think so #i think in some ways too he approached caroline BECAUSE he knew deep down she wasn't capable of it #even subconsciously #mess i love them all #kendall roy #caroline + kendall #caroline collingwood #hbo succession #succession 2.07 #succession meta #welcome to my ama

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lyranova · 1 year

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Hiya Lyra~! I'm kicking down the door to your inbox to send you some love. Saw the thing about filling your inbox so I'm gonna do it, with love~! 💖

I wanna let you know that you have a fun writing style and I love the way you're always building other up when you talk to them (me included, heh). I love chatting with you and I love seeing the things you come up with. Your taste in music is good too (btw, thanks for recommending those kpop groups to me a while back. Still not gonna outdo jpop in my mind but my horizons have widened).

Also also, I've loved reading Children of the Future~! And I still kinda am reading it. Time to read the epilogue has been eluding me...

We don't get a lot of time with all the families but you do a good job of giving each group strong moments here and here. It's enough to satisfy but still leaves room for more, you know?

FINALLY! I'm going to make you choose between two things... Mwah ha ha ha!

If you were forced to write Neva having to lose either Yuno (romantic partner) or William (family-esque bond), who would you choose? (Maybe she has memory loss that's erased one of the men from her mind or she has to make a choice between who to save and the one she doesn't rescue doesn't make it.)

I know this is a lot to throw at you. Sorry for that. But I wanted to do so many things and decided against bombing your inbox with multiple asks. Heh, my bad.

AGWJJWJWWJHW ERIKA 🥺😭🙈💕💕!!

(Sorry I’m just now getting to this even though this was sent a while ago, I was catching up on writing the past few days and wanted to sit down and answer this when I was done 😅!)

Aaahhh thank you so much 🥺🤧💕! I’m so glad you think my writing style is fun 🥺 and I really enjoy talking to you as well and ofc I’m going to build everyone up, you all deserve it so much because you’re all just that amazing 😁! Agwjkwkwhwhwjw this is the first time anyone has told me I had good taste in music 😳, I’m not even kidding I’ve had more people tell me my taste is terrible than good so this compliment just aaaaahhhh thank you 😭💕💕!! (Ofc and if you ever need any more recommendations I’ll be more than happy to share some with you 😁, hehe Jpop is good too I’ll listen to them sometimes but it’s mainly anime or video game openings 😂!)

Aaaahhh thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed reading COTF 🥺😭! I always woke up to your reblogs and comments on them and they’d just make my day 😁! Yeah I totally understand that, and I had fully intended to give each family more moments, but the plot got away from me a bit 😅. Luckily I plan on fixing that 👀🥰!

Ooo this is interesting 👀🤔!

In a way it would depend on how she loses them. If it were due to her losing her memory, then I would have to go with Yuno because Angst (I may use this idea someday hehe 👀) 😭! If it were her having to choose someone to save…I think she’d let William die 😔.

Funny enough if William had died in Spade it would have worked in my favor with “Fractured” and with the angst, and I actually had a lot of ideas if that did happen, but because he didn’t I had to alter it a bit 😂!

Ahwjjw no worries I don’t mind that there’s a lot and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to answer 🥺! But thank you for asking 🥰!

#asks #erika♠️#my lovely mutuals #i think this was for the compliment ask game #but thank you so much 🥺💕!

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*he really does raid the fridge when we aren’t looking...

#art #[Spade-acus! My little rat boy]#undertale #sans #[Brother-Sans!]#sans undertale #rat #ic or ooc. no one knows.#((asjdhfghdj #I have so many asks in my inbox about Spade #I'm glad yall like him as much as I do jhdgfdshajhdgs))#((also- excuse me while I draw sans in his various 50 blue sweaters jhfgdhsj))#((ksjdhg Lil Spade loves him some Strawberries jshdgh-- give him a strawberry and he'll love you forever))

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aruuq · 3 years

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To the revolution – Thoma x fem!reader smut

characters: thoma x fem!reader

summary: you and thoma decided to celebrate another victory of the Resistance and things got a little bit heated (spoiler alert: thigh riding)

genre & style: smut, but very fluffy one

word count: 3.3k

notes: i’m in love with this man since i first saw him. it’s a first fully smutty smut that i’ve written in a year so it was very challenging. oh, and a little reminder that my requests are opened! pleese, read the rules first and request something, because my inbox is empty and i haven’t gotten any of them :(

warnings: spoilers from the newest archon quest, smut, food, alcohol, drunk sex but with no penetration, thigh riding, handjob, a little bit of a blood but only at the end and it's on Thoma's lips cause it's a heated make out session involved

“Toast to another victory of the Resistance!” Thoma stated as he raised the cup above his head and chugged the alcohol all at once before you could even blink.

“To the Resistance and the revolution,” you smiled, fingers tightening around the cup as you tasted the bitter flavour of the liquor on your tongue. You drank it in three gulps and put the mug on the table with a loud clatter. Using your thumb, you wiped the remaining liquid from the corner of your mouth and looked at your friend.

“Finally,” he grinned, already pouring another portion of alcohol into your cup. “We’re finally making progress.”

“Yeah, finally,” you agreed with him, taking the bottle from him, accidentally brushing your fingertips against his, and filling his mug with the liquor.

It was a month since you two started living together due to the bounties that were on your heads. A small, long-abandoned house in the middle of a village that the government seemed to not care about was the perfect place for the two fugitives like you and Thoma. Who would have thought that escaping from the authorities and fighting for life can bring people this close. Before the incident, you barely knew each other. There weren't many interactions between the two of you in the past: passing him in the corridors of the Yanshang Teahouse, shy greetings in between completing tasks and short conversations you had while you had to wait for your turn to give a report back were the absolute utmost. It didn’t change the fact that you were forced to live together and, based on current events, it didn’t turn out to be challenging at all.

In fact, sharing a place with Thoma is a very nice experience – he can cook, he cleans after himself and before you even have a chance to ask him for a favor, he somehow manages to already complete it. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t complain about Thoma. He was a perfect housemate.

So when one day he came back from hunting with a message that the Resistance won a tremendous battle that is going to greatly enhance their strength and asked if you would like to drink with him and celebrate it, you couldn’t refuse his invitation.

“Let’s play a game, shall we?” Thoma asked you with a boyish grin and without waiting for your answer he stretched out towards the small cabinet and blindly searched for the cards.

“A drinking game I’m guessing,” you said, observing the man carefully.

“Such a smartie,” he commented, shuffling the cards. “We’re gonna do something easy. Maybe… The old, simple higher or lower?” He raised his eyebrows, placing the deck on the side of the table and drawing one card that he showed you immediately. “See? Seven of hearts. Now you need to guess whether the next card is going to be higher or lower than this one. If you lose, you drink. If you win, I drink. It’s that easy,” his gaze was focused on your expression and his chin rested on his palm, while the other hand was pointing at the cards.

You bit your lip, concentrating on the deck as if it would help you with guessing. “Higher,” you blurted out, ghosting fingertips over the slick texture of the card.

“The Queen of spades, huh? Not bad!” Thoma laughed, rubbing his hands together and pouring himself some of the liquor, then drinking it immediately. “Now my turn!”

If you knew earlier that spending time with the blond guy was so much fun, you would have started talking with him much earlier. His presence was pleasant, voice soothing and personality delightful, which made him a perfect companion in times like this.

You and Thoma spent the next hours playing, drinking and entertaining yourselves. The first bottle was laying long forgotten in the corner of the room, the second one nearly finished. You didn’t question where he got the alcohol from. Even as a wanted criminal, he was still able to charm the people around him and, using his charisma to his advantage, get what he wanted.

“Higher or lower?” He babbled out, his fingers playing thoughtlessly with his ponytail.

“It has to be lower this time,” you murmured as you grabbed the next card greedily. “I can’t lose again…”

In fact, you did lose again.

“Ahhh, screw it! It’s not… it’s not fun if I am the only one drinking!” you pouted, throwing the card behind you and aggressively grasping the bottle. Unfortunately, due to the amount of alcohol in your veins, your movements were clumsy enough to knock it down and let the liquid spill all over you. “Dang it…” With a resigned expression you hid your face in your palms, already feeling discomfort from the adherent, wet material of the shirt.

“I’m gonna go and grab a towel for you, do not worry this pretty face of yours,” Thoma said without even asking if you want it and went to the other room. His legs were shaking and the walk clearly didn’t belong to a sober person, but he still managed to bring you the towel in almost no time. “Here you have it.”

“Thanks, pretty boy,” you gave him a gentle smile and started to dry yourself.

“You’re welcome m’lady,” his chuckle made you feel your heart skip a beat. “I may be only guessing, but no drinks for you for some time, hmm?” Thoma asked, placing himself on the floor at the opposite side of the table after he put away the empty bottle next to the first one and took another, unopened one.

“Yeah, I feel like it’s gonna be the best option.” You put the towel on the table directly at the wet spot and decided to lay your arms crossed on it and then you smashed your chin on the outer side of your hand. “But feel more than welcome to drink without me. I’ll surely be entertained by just watching you.”

“In that case, your wish is my command,” he bowed his head a little, opening the bottle.

The atmosphere in the room was getting thicker. The air, as if heated by a Vision wielded by your friend, has gotten hotter in the past time; Thoma seemed to notice it too, since he decided to take his jacket off, his upper body only covered in a black tight tank top now.

You had your eyes fixed on the man. His hands were constantly pouring more and more alcohol into the cup, fingertips pressing the walls of it, slowly caressing and playing with the mug provocatively while he was telling you stories from his past. His mouth, opening and closing, tongue curling, hitting the palate softly, as he was speaking sweet, weirdly sensual words. Cold liquor ran down Thoma’s throat that was tightening and releasing in this seductive way, his Adam's apple moving up and down.

But the most flirtatious, the most tempting thing in this man was definitely the gaze he was holding. You had no idea if he was making it on purpose or if it was his natural charm, but the way his green irises were focused on you, eyes slightly narrowed, light lashes giving a more seductive look – it was indescribably attractive.

“There is enough alcohol for us to have our last drinks. May I?” Thoma asked, tilting his head at your cup.

“Mhmmm, fill it up big boy,” you chuckled sleepily, chewing on some leftover food.

Your eyes were tracing his bare arms, muscles tensing. He was, oh, so alluring and, oh, so seductive. It was this level of intoxication whereas you weren't sure if you’ve always seen Thoma this way or if it was all the liquor’s fault, but you didn’t mind it either way.

“Once again, to the revolution!” Thoma exclaimed and for the last time chugged down the clear liquid.

While sipping on your own part, you could see that most of the blond man’s alcohol ran down his chin and onto his neck. His wholehearted laugh now filling the room, your pupils on his wide grin.

“Can you pass me the towel, pretty please? It seems that I’ve had too much to drink as well, haha!”

Without thinking furthermore, you crawled to him on your knees, not bothering to even take the towel with you. Your whole body was wobbly, but it didn’t stop you from climbing onto his lap. Now, your legs were wrapped around one of his thighs, your palms pressed against his chest and face literal inches from his own.

“Forgive me for the possibility of the rudeness of my next words, but… I must ask… what are you planning to do?” His tone was shaky, cheeks now flushed in a deep pink tone. “You’re really close now, you know… Not that I mind it though!” Thoma was babbling without a sense, hands raised in a gesture of innocence, seconds later quickly placed on your hips unwittingly.

“I was just thinking about something for a while, ya know?” You murmured, using your fingers to play with his hair, the tips of the other hand pressing harder against his ribcage.

“Would you like to share these thoughts of yours with me?” His face was now closer than ever before. He was trying his best to keep his voice calm.

“Mmmmm, maybe,” your answer was quiet and so ethereal, the man forgot how to breathe for a moment. “First, we need to get rid of the alcohol off of you, don’t you think?”

Before he could answer, your lips were pressed to the corner of his mouth, where you could taste the bitterness of the liquor. Trailing kisses downwards, you stopped a few times just to tickle his soft skin with your tongue or sink your teeth gently in it. Thoma’s fingers were pressing harshly on your hips, thumbs making rough circles on them. He threw his head back, allowing you to explore every inch of his neck. Together with your tongue exploring his collar, you dragged your fingers along his torso, slowly trying to get your hand under his shirt. So intimate. So erotic.

“I think there’s no alcohol left on you, pretty boy,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling on it and placing soft kisses lengthwise.

“Mmmh, ahh ah, that’s go-od, so good” his voice cracked under the pleasure you were giving him.

Big hands, now fully placed on your hip bones, were grinding you against his thigh, making you slowly lose your breath. When the softest, the most susceptible to mishear, moan escaped your lips, Thoma clamped his fingers even harder, not realizing that it would definitely leave some bruises. Absorbed in the sensation, you accidentally pulled his hair harder and untied them. A cascade of blond locks scattered around your hand, making you move away from the man’s skin.

“‘M sorry, didn’t mean to,” you murmured, hazed vision focused on the red ribbon tangled around your fingers.

“Don’t be,” he says with a low tone as he intertwines your fingers. “You did no wrong m’lady.”

Your glances crossed and it felt as if time just stopped for a moment. The tension between you two finally met its peak and it all exploded at once, filling the whole room, covering your bodies, attracting them towards each other. Tons of tiny sparks danced across your skin as you smashed your lips against Thoma’s, entirely forgetting about the war taking place in your homeland, about the bounties on your heads, about the fact that anyone – you, Thoma, one of your friends – anyone can be found dead tomorrow. You forgot about everything and put all your good and bad feelings, worries and deeply hidden fears into this one kiss. And it felt like Thoma did the same thing.

The kiss was eager, passionate and sensual. A whole range of lewd sounds escaped your connected lips as your hands wandered around each other's bodies. Thoma with his sly fingers quickly dealt with your shirt, leaving you with your bra only. You didn’t owe him for long – your palms, now perfectly knowing the hem of his tank top, rolled it up deftly, your nails tracing his toned muscles, making the boy only groan obnoxiously and encouraging him to draw you closer to his chest.

“Getting louder, huh?” You teased him, starting to unbelt his trousers with one hand, the other one lost in his golden hair.

“You drive me crazy,” Thoma gasped unabashedly, attacking your neck with his lips, needy for more of your skin, just like the poor, starving man that he was. Another marks that will stay for several days.

His digits were sinking in the flesh of your waist, forcing your hips against his leg. Your clothed cunt was already soaked wet and so needy for the boy. The tension that had a lotta time to build up, concentrating specifically in this one place, you felt as if you were going crazy.

“Hey,” you started, lifting your hand to shake his head by the chin a little. The heavy gaze he gave you made you grind against him unconsciously. His lips were all red and plumpy from the rough make out sessions you two had just minutes before. You slowly ran the thumb over his lower lip and pulled it down lightly. Oh Archons, he looked so beautifully naughty.

“Mmmh-mh?” You didn’t think it could get even better – and there he goes, whimpering like that. So shameless. So lewd.

“I want you,” you exclaimed, pushing his head back so he almost landed on the floor, his elbows as the only source of support. “Take off your pants.” You lifted yourself from his leg and started taking off your shorts.

“W-wait.” He murmured, wrapping his slender fingers around your wrist.

“What’s the matter?” Your brows frowned in surprise.

“Possibly… Can we do it when we will be a little tiny bit more sober?”

You stopped your actions, leaving yourself in a very uncomfortable position, where you were crouching, the shorts caught on your left ankle. “Wha-” you started, however you lost your balance and fell forward on the Thoma’s chest, letting out a startled squeak. “So you wanna stop now?” You tried your best not to let the disappointment in your voice be heard.

“No! No, no, no, no. That’s not what I meant.” He whined, pressing you closer to him. His actions were hasty, undertaken without much of a thought. Harsh hands rapidly tightened on your hips and, again, you were forced against his thigh. This time, your pussy clothed only in panties, every sensation felt much stronger. “I just don’t want to… take this to another level, let’s name it this way, right now. It’s kind of embarrassing, but it’s just that everything you do feels so good and I think I would just cum right away. I want to savour the moment… at least a bit.” Thoma scratched the back of his head, nervously looking around, trying to avoid your gaze.

You just squinted at him in surprise, then pushed his cheek with the tip of your finger to make him look at you again. “So that means… you don’t wanna stop now?” You had to make sure, unconsciously bouncing on his leg.

“Never.” With all honesty, Thoma put a hand on his heart.

“Oh… Then we’re good. Back to the top-” you tried to tell but were silenced by the boy's greedy lips, attacking your own. “Mmmh… actually… could you… still… ta-ah-… take your pants off?” speaking in between kisses, you felt as your body craved for the man more and more.

“Sure… but may… I ask, ahh-… why~?” Thoma whined. He tried to catch a breath while not talking or kissing you, but it came out only as a pathetic shaky moan.

“Want to feel you more.”

And, oh Archons, you didn’t have to tell him twice.

Thoma wanted you just as much as you were craving for him – if not more. His teeth ardently hook on your lips, the tongue touches yours teasingly. The left palm located under your bra folds your breast, caresses it slowly, makes circles with his thumb on the softest part, pinching your nipple from time to time with his middle and pointing fingers. The other hand is busy with holding your ass, playing with your soft flesh, helping you move yourself and slapping it from time to time in order to obtain satisfying sounds from your mouth which he can suppress by his own mouth.

“Mmm, you feel so gooo-od!” The way you were rooking your hips, rubbing your needy soaked cunt on his thigh. Long forgotten panties laid somewhere in the room after you threw them without looking in which direction. With each movement, his skin was getting more and more coated in your arousals.

But you weren’t selfish. One of your hands was squeezing his arm, while the other was playing with his throbbing, leaking cock. You could feel as Thoma’s dick was painfully hard, the big spot on his boxers wet from the amount of precum. The size, the length, the girth of his cock… It was only making you needier for the blond man. Thoughts about his hips rocking into you at a dizzying pace, his rough fingers playing with your clit, mouth occupying your breast never left your mind. The fact that only thinking about it made your hips move faster made Thoma’s breath hitch, as you picked up the pace of your hand too.

“Shit, Y/N… F-fuck” Something was special in his voice as he cursed. Maybe it was because you’ve never heard him doing so, or because he was literally moaning your name in between every swear. “Please, do-uhh, don’t slow down!”

You didn’t have any interest in doing so.

Thoma grabbed your ass firmly, now with both hands, and helped you to get off on his thigh. The sharp movement you’ve just experienced, made you surprised, as you bit his lower lip. The taste of blood spreading on your tongue. “Uhhh… I’m clo-ose…” The tone of your voice surprised even yourself. It was so breathless, so erotic. Your head lolled forward, as you felt your upcoming orgasm.

You didn’t even have time to notice as you felt the man’s fingers slapping your buttcheeks naughtily. Before you could even say something, a lewd, high-pitched cry left your lips and you reached your peak.

Unknowingly your hand squeezed his dick so hard, your thumb circling on its tip in a frenzied pace, that the orgasm hit Thoma after several seconds. His moan echoed up the walls of the room, boy squeezing your cheeks, leaving more marks on your body.

Thoma immediately fell onto the ground on his back, panting loudly. Your limp body followed him, dropping yourself onto his chest. You tried to hug him but didn’t want to put any effort into it so you just threw your hands onto his arms and called it a day. The blond guy started playing with your hair, enjoying the fact that your breathing was the only sound heard.

A small mischievous smirk appeared on Thoma’s face. “To the revolution,” he murmured breathlessly and you couldn’t help but chuckle with him. Today, indeed, was a really special day for the members of the Resistance.

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echosong971 · 2 years

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WIP GAME

Didn’t get tagged by anyone, but this looked fun haha

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Art:

Untitled Artwork

Unti-

You think I’m joking

I’m not.

But for the sake of the game, lemmie give some of them names so I can actually keep track of what’s what lol

Art Part 2 Electric Boogaloo:

Corruption Arc

Film Noir Go brrr

i hate imitating cayde’s hadwriting 0/10 would not recommend

Kisses

Fireteam portraits

Festival of the Lost

Jack of Spades

cover art

Then let us begin

sneky hunters

Stasis Argument

andal andal brask andal brask andal andal brask

Writing:

Yeah uvu

The Gamble

Cayde Haunting Crow Blurbs

Needy Little Hunter

The Vex Confession

Through the Looking Glass

Memoirs of the Young Wolf

Time Travel Mishap short stories?

Spam my inbox away o followers mine \o/

Tagging my wonderful lovelies: @aislinavalbane @character-therapy @eosofspades @missmirakell @destinyanddumbassery @chosendestiny @alonelyhunterscry @i-do-trash-fanfictions @certified-memelord @screaming-for-eternally @xentari94 @wrenandthemachine @hollyrosecheeks @symphonicvocalist @caffeinated-artist @brightgoat @ice-6caydesqueen @caffeinated-artist @fortayfae @a-rebellious-waffle and anyone else who wants to do it! Don’t feel pressured to do this btw! ♥️♥️♥️

#would be funnier if I didn’t have a penchant for actually titling my writing lol #i draw on my ipad and i can see the thumbnails of all my drawings so i don’t really feel the need to title them lol #also bold of you to assume i have a fudging wip FOLDER #nah #we throw all our drawings finished or otherwise into one folder with no organization and die like men #ALSO also i want y’all to know these are just the wips in my DESTINY folder ALONE #:’)#if you randomly get tagged out of nowhere it’s cause i remembered another wip i had and then had to tag another person sorry not sorry lol #echosong971 #destiny #destiny 2 #art #digital art #writing #wip #wip game

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admirableadmiranda · 2 years

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hi, hope you're doing well! so, i'm a bit confused about wwx being morally ideal vx morally gray esp when you take the golden core transfer into account? it's not exactly consensual considering the fact that wwx lied to jc. additionally, how was jc abusive to wwx or jl? idk i feel a lot of the anti jc arguments involve things he didn't do?

Thank you anon, I appreciate the well wishes. In fact, I am doing very well in part because your ask has made me realize my work against Jiang Cheng stans and their nonsense has not ended.

To all reading this, I am well aware this is a bad faith ask. This is specifically written in a way to annoy me especially given my usual reblog topics and some of the metas I've written before. Anon knows exactly what they're doing.

But too bad for them it's a Friday fucking night and I'm ready for an argument. Come at me stans, we'll see who's better in a slap fight.

You are right! Many of our arguments do include things he doesn't do. Let's go over some of them, shall we?

He does not: treat anyone in this story with respect.

He does not: uphold the tenants or ideals of Yunmeng Jiang in any way. He is a disgrace to his ancestors.

He does not: ever show one lick of gratitude for Wei Wuxian getting him back a golden core, and before we go into the consent shit he told Wei Wuxian he would do anything to get one. He willingly gave his consent to do anything to get a golden core. So how is it relevant that in the end it was a different method than Wei Wuxian told him? Given how Jiang Cheng treated him knowing that he only had a golden core because of a once in a lifetime favor, him knowing that Wei Wuxian gave him his own golden core would not have gone over any better.

He does not: tell Jin Ling any of the truth about his parents or what happened. He told Jin Ling that Wen Ning (who was supposedly already dead at that point) murdered his mother on Wei Wuxian's orders.

He does not: show any signs of humility upon being confronted with the fact that he is wrong, in fact he doubles down on his actions.

He does not: support Wei Wuxian in any way especially not when Wei Wuxian is busy fulfilling his debt to the Wens, in fact he makes sure to bury Wei Wuxian's name and reputation as gratitude for taking on his debts and allowing him to stay out of jianghu politics.

He does not: ever show any signs of character growth outside of one possible blip where he lets Wei Wuxian go at the end of the Guanyin Temple Hostage party, if anything he's more bitter and angry at the end of the story then he started.

He does not: do anything to deserve the whitewashing he gets from the fandom.

He does not: endear himself to me with his whiny petulant spoiled child attitude.

He does not get to get a jail out of free card for serial killing anyone who reminds him of Wei Wuxian after leading the massacre of fifty innocents including an old woman and a toddler.

Oh and just for a note as well anon, not only does he slap Jin Ling to the ground twice, but verbal abuse is also a real thing and that he heaps on Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling in spades. So kindly take your abuse apologism out of my inbox and out of my fandom. You are not welcome here.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #canon jiang cheng #asks #anon #anon asks #anon is trying to abuse apologize #and you do not get away with that on this blog #thank you and good night

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queenscodex · 2 years

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700 Followers Event

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Firsts in a relationship ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

Event tag: Firsts in a relationship-700 special

Duration: March 26- to be announced

Status: closed -> 5/41 completed

Hello hello, I recently reached 700 followrs!(which is insane! Thank you so much<3)

To celebrate the milestone, I decided to host a little event. Please keep in mind that this is the first time I have ever hosted an event, I'm still learning and experimenting. Also I want to apologize if the event seems bland, like I said this is the first time I have ever done anything like this and I may be unorganized

The topic of this event is simple, the 'firsts' in a relationship.

Here are the prompts:

♡1 First kiss - Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jade Leech

♡2 First 'I love you' - Cater Diamond, Vil Schoenheit, Ace Trappola, Epel Felmier

♡3 First hand holding - Idia Shroud

♡4 First date(full)- Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Jade Leech, Riddle Rosehearts, Silver, Floyd Leech

♡5 First argument - Vil Schoenheit, Riddle Rosehearts, Idia Shroud, Jamil Viper, Azul Ashengrotto, Malleus Draconia

♡6 First anniversary - Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi

♡7 First time sleeping over - Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Ruggie Bucchi, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts

♡8 First time waking up together(full)- Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Ruggie Bucchi, Rook Hunt, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jade Leech

♡9 First slow dance - Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver

♡10 First time they see you cry - Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge

♡11 First confession - Idia Shroud, Trey Clover, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

♡12 First time meeting their family - Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Sebek Zigvolt, Trey Clover, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit

♡13 First talk about the future - Riddle Rosehearts, Silver, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia

♡14 First long time apart - Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Leona Kingscholar

♡15 First realization they love you(full)- Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Riddle Rosehearts, Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Rules

- Only 4 characters are allowed per ask! Only 1 prompt is allowed per ask. Please stick to the same prompt for all characters

- Each prompt has a limit of 7 characters, I will update the list above with each request I get(might extend this number or decrease depending on what happens)

- I will only be writing for the students of NRC minus Ortho(sorry!)

- No nsfw!!

- The reader will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise

- please do not add any extra details that are not in the request example, keep it simple and to the point. Specify the prompt and the characters you want ^^

- Regular request will be closed until this event is over. Any request not relating to this will be deleted

- Everyone is welcomed to request something! And request as many times as you like, please be considering though :)

- Please be patient with me. I'll be juggling this with the current request I have in my inbox. I also have school and other personal things going on so I will be slow when it comes to posting. All I ask is for your patience and I'll try my best to get these out :)

- these are just my ideas and scenarios and your allowed to think differently, I'm open to hear your thoughts as well!

- I may change or add rules if necessary

- If you have any questions, feel free to ask :)

Request examples;

First kiss with Malleus & Silver

#12 with Azul

After submitting your request, I will decide whether I want to do it in a headcanon or scenario format, but I think I will be doing a mixture of both (^▽^)

#queenscodex.events #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #firsts in a relationship-700 special #twst x you

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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How Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo would react to their S/O in the hospital

Hi, anon! You are welcome to join my Discord Server if you are a fan of Hxh, Voltron, or both! I promise this is a safe environment! This is an interesting topic for sure! To the other anon(s), I am working on your request! This will contain both fluff and angst. I forgot to include Leorio in this, so I’ll include him in the next HxH post. You’ll have to forgive me, I have 2 more requests in my inbox and I am not feeling the best. I just got my second Covid shot and it is hurting like hell. Nevertheless, I encourage you all to get your shot if you can. I will be on this site one and off and I should be on it for real next week. I have run out of ideas to write and I began to think I was annoying people with my HxH content (no one said this I just assumed). This post has 1974 words. After these requests are finished, I plan on doing a character analysis for Leorio.

Anyway, let’s get into the post!

We’ll start with Hisoka this time.

Hisoka

In all honesty, this man has heard of a hospital (since he sends a lot of people to it after fights) but has never been in one.

The signs, floors, staircase numbers, and elevators all confuse him. He has only been in one once when he was a kid and has never been again.

He isn’t a social butterfly in this setting because this is a professional establishment and not a college party. Asking for directions takes quite a toll on him because of his established pride. You know guys act when they want to find a destination on their own and will go miles out of the way instead of just asking for direction.

He doesn’t talk to anyone; all he wants to do is find you and make sure you are alright.

He is the tallest person in the freight elevator. So tall that everyone at turns to look at him at once for at least 10 seconds and turn back around surprised.

“How tall is he,” one of the nurses ask.

“Tall enough to be my house!”

This annoys him. He takes out the Joker card and lays it against his thigh but realizes he cannot make any hasty decisions. His bloodlust was activated merely out of irritation and not by threat. You were on his mind and destroying these worthless humans wasn’t an option for today.

He approached the guest desk and waited for about 2 minutes before he was acknowledged.

“May I help you,” a smug receptionist asked. Wow, these people do not know who they’re talking to.

“I’m here to see y/n.”

“Y/n is in room 345. Go down the hall and to the right all the way down.”

This man nearly ran with a quickness! His jester shoes somehow made the floor shake as he ran.

You were awake, eating the horrible food the hospital provided and watching TV. It seemed like you were doing ok, but you had just been in a car accident. Your arms and right leg were still sore. It was so bad that you’d be fine with Hisoka carrying you everywhere.

When you two are alone in serious public places, he doesn’t play games or tricks. He is often portrayed as a ruthless man, but in settings like this, he places the jokes and games aside for later. When he enters your room, he is silent for 30 seconds. Much too long. He was shocked; he walked around your hospital bed, pulled up a chair, and stared at your cast. It had many names written on it.

“Yes, I am ok.”

“I apologize for not being there for you,” he began to say.

“Shh… it’s ok. This is life. It hurts like hell, but I’m a trooper!”

Admiring your cast and its multiple fonts of handwriting and messages, he grabbed a sharpie marker, wrote his name, with a heart and spade next to it. Surprisingly, his cursive was very neat and legible.

“I didn’t know you knew how to write in cursive! Why don’t you write me letters?”

“I see you every day and it hurts my hand.”

The doctor wouldn’t be in for another 1 ½ hours, so Hisoka used your thigh as a pillow as he took a nap. He had been up for countless nights thinking about you. He was screwing up so bad, Chrollo let him leave early.

“As soon as your better, we will fight again. I won’t go easy on you. You won’t be in the hospital but you get the jest.”

Illumi

Illumi isn’t the type of man to overreact in these types of situations. When you both agreed to date each other, you knew you all were tough cookies. You were aware of the dangers of dating an assassin and he knew about the dangers of dating a bounty hunter. People hated you both and you targeted.

One night you both were caught in a vulnerable state. While you both enjoyed chocolate milkshakes at a laid-back 1950’s styled diner, two men were previously thrown out for fighting. While your back was turned one of those men shot your arm, causing you to carelessly throw your body to the ground due to impact.

While everyone else was screaming, Illumi jumped to the ground and tied his hair tie around your arm to temporarily stop the bleeding.

“Illu, why does it feel cold in here,” you managed to breathe out.

His heart dropped to his stomach for the first time in history.

“Don’t say things like that!”

Illumi is already horrible at displaying emotions, but all he could do is frown in fear. Once the EMS came barling in, he demanded that he ride with you.

Illumi hadn’t experienced anything like this since Killua had been injured when he fell from a tree.

You and he were separated when you were rushed into surgery leaving him alone in the waiting room.

When Illumi is stressed and cannot properly display how he feels, he tends to act in “odd” ways.

He begins to furiously turn pages in magazines or bother the receptions every 2 minutes about the status of your surgery. When the woman finally says that you’re still alive, he tones it down a little.

Illumi is open to conforming advice from strangers; he has been receiving it secretly from strangers. Since Silva was busy abusing him, he often found comfort from “the streets”.

He has a bad habit of pacing back and forth and fidgeting in his seat while horrific images fill his mind. All he has seen is pain and even though he was used to it, he didn’t want you to go through it as well.

While sitting in his seat (finally!) and head in his lap, doubled over indescribable sorrow, a little girl walks up to him with her hands folded and a doll under her arms. Illumi feels her presence and looks up. The girl’s curly hair covered her endearing eyes and her smile is wide.

“They’ll be alright. I just know they will,” turning around returning to her mother, the girl said with confidence.

On cue, Illumi placed his hand over his heart, smiling just a little.

He walked quickly to your room once you were out of surgery.

His speed walk mimics one of a soldier; his left arm in since with his right leg. His shoes echoed throughout the hall.

As soon as he enters the room, he shuts the door harder than usual and gives you a tight embrace. This surprises you! You’re lucky if he lays his head on your shoulder!

Illumi had been working out lately. He wanted to beat you in the “squish the melon” contest. He is very competitive and even if he lost, that doesn’t hurt his ego. Not in the slightest. Since it was just the both of you alone, he bends down to hug you tight, so tight that your face is squished against his.

This behavior is only surprising because he usually doesn’t coddle you even when you get hurt, but this time he realized that you could have died from the gunshot wound.

After that he kissed your forehead and almost simultaneously the doctor barreled in just missing the sweet moment between you and your beau.

Chrollo

When Chrollo is holding meetings with the Phantom Troupe, he always appears to be neutral. That is very important. A leader has to show strength even through the worst/hurtful times of their lives.

Chrollo had gotten a call from Nobunaga that you had gotten hurt on a mission and had actually gotten captured by the enemy. Phinks was able to get you back but you suffered horrible injuries.

This is protocol; they do this for any of the members. The troupe was oblivious to the fact that you and Chrollo were dating. They thought you were here to replace Uvo.

In situations like this, he is calm on the outside but screaming on the inside. Common sense will tell you if you are startled by the news you’ve just received and you begin to drive, you could cause more harm on the way to your destination.

Chrollo is very silent; he doesn’t call to check on your status or anything; he would rather see it for himself.

You were a trooper! After all, you are dating a dangerous robber.

Chrollo already knew what room you were in so he just went.

“I knew I should have kept y/n by my side. Y/n insisted on doing my dirty work that they almost died! How foolish could I have been?” He constantly cursed himself for letting his guard down with you.

He always gave you room to think and complete your own tasks but he can’t help his protective nature; one he has for the troupe but times 10.

His childhood friends had been shot by law enforcers, his home was horrific, and the last thing he needed was for you to be gone. You were keeping him afloat in society.

When he opened the door, Phinks was sitting in a chair, one leg over the other, laughing at a TikTok video.

Nobunaga on the other hand was watching the world news and seemed invested that he didn’t hear Chrollo enter the room. Once they both saw, they stood to their feet.

“Y/n is ok boss. They suffered a few cuts and burns, but they're breathing.”

Chrollo’s straight face remained as he stared at you.

Chrollo’s silence is something the troupe has internalized as a sign of anger, rage, or both. When he didn’t speak and just stared, everyone knew that their next mission was going to be a brutal one.

Chrollo is a man that isn’t afraid to express how he feels. He could cry right now if he wanted to and no one would dare laugh at him or insult him. After all, Nobunaga cried when he realized Uvo was dead.

Nobunaga and Phinks excused themselves as they saw him place his hand over his mouth.

Once the door closed, He pulled up the chair, grabbed your hand, and gently squeezed it. His warmth woke you up instantly and you turned your head. You winced in pain causing Chrollo to jump from his seat, moving to your right side so you wouldn’t turn your head too much.

“I’m glad you're alive, darling. What were you doing putting yourself in danger? Feitan could have handled the beast!”

He isn’t trying to doubt your ability to fight, he’s just concerned for your safety. Even so, why would he insist that you join the spiders?

A tear dropped from his face as he silently kissed your hand three times. You smiled warmly and placed your right left hand on top of his.

“I am fine, boss. You need not worry. I’m a trooper, remember?”

He placed your hand against his dry cheek and continued to kiss it. You were his lifeline and he wanted to spend every moment with you.

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simonalkenmayer · 3 years

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Do you miss any of the friends you lost during the last round of let’s-pick-on-Simon-because-we-are-bored-and-also-not-getting-enough-attention or are you happy they’re gone?

I miss the people they pretended to be.

I don’t miss their constant attention-seeking behavior from tantrums to bullying any new person I attempted to befriend, to literally inserting me into their lives without my consent and then being upset when I won’t accept the responsibility—such as calling me someone’s uncle, or demanding I buy them something, or volunteering me for projects, or never once asking me how I feel at all in any way, only to sink my inbox with hundreds of messages about their suffering on this earth. No. I don’t miss that. I don’t miss when they lied to me, or made excuses for their bad behavior, or when they pretended to commit suicide, or when they didn’t respect my boundaries, or when they accused others falsely. I don’t miss that. I miss when they pretended to care about being objective or rational, but not when they showed that it was actually an act. I miss the friendly times when I thought they were behaving, when it seemed they were willing to be polite and cooperate with others. I miss when they pretended to know me, but not when they proved they didn’t bother to. I miss when they seemed trustworthy, but not that this proved incorrect.

But what I miss wasn’t real, and it came at the expense of other people who were being hurt and said nothing because they thought I was somehow better friends with their bullies (largely because the bullies themselves were saying so). What I miss wasn’t real, so really, I miss nothing that they actually were.

My reality, however, isn’t dependent on the internet. Nor is my mental health or emotional stability. I have many friends in my physical life and internet life. I have self-esteem in spades. I have work, consulting, and investments to manage. I have goals and plans and things I don’t discuss with anyone on any platform. I am well cared for. What bound me to them was my care for them. It wasn’t gaining anything from them, because they never had anything to give me either monetarily or emotionally, and I never expected them to. I make friends based on enjoyment of them, not possession or balancing of deeds. I chose to care about them. I chose to help them leave their abusive situations, find jobs, get medicines, handle insurance claims, student loans, projects. I chose to help, and I did. And not once did I ask them for anything for which I did not pay them in compensation. That’s what they decided was expendable.

So, I wish them the best and hope they learned something worth that cost. Trouble with learning is that it requires constant humility and the knowledge that you might be wrong at any moment. That’s something I know for a fact, they don’t have.

My life hasn’t changed at all for having lost them. I am still here. Still doing everything I do. I’m still contacted by people who ask for advice. I’m still asked my opinion. I’m still taught new things. I still chat with friends and play games and laugh a great deal. I still help when I can. I still do my best to do what is right. I know who I am, and that is dependent on my actions and nothing else. So their opinion never mattered unless I chose to let it. Life goes on as always, and every time I get a ping from their IP addresses, I carry on with a shake of my head.

I have nothing for them anymore. I was very clear about that. And while I don’t want anyone to have hurt feelings caused by me, I’m not opposed to anyone stewing in their consequences. What’s concerning to me, is that I saw how I was treated, seemingly out of the blue, with no reliance put on five years of acquaintance and consistency of character. It worries me what they might do to people near them, in their daily lives.

That’s not my problem, however. Not even a little bit. And for that, I’m also grateful.

That’s unfortunately all I have to say about it.

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