#doing it to avoid all the horror content I reblog

[crimson-rain-smoked-flower]

I’m not trying to attack you, but do you know that proshipper means someone who supports and romanticizes pedophilia, incest, and abuse? Your reblog on that post seems to read that you think antis just hate on people for having ships they don’t like. But it’s completely different than that. Just looking on the proshipper side of Tumblr and the internet and you can see people happily shipping children and adults and making nsfw content of such things.

i appreciate that you're not being outright hostile, but i have to say, that on its own put you above basically every anti i've interacted with.

i understand where antis are coming from, i really do. there are a lot of things on the internet that make me deeply uncomfortable, including the minor/adult ships that you mention. i don't want to anything to do with those kinds of ships and i would be happiest if i never saw them again. which is why i'm proship.

nine times out of ten, if i see that kind of ship brought up on my dash, it's because i was following an anti without realizing it, and they brought it up unprompted and untagged, to talk about how bad it is that they exist. they are the ones putting that kind of content in front of my face and making it harder to avoid.

the thing about people who ship those ships is that they're generally very aware that not everyone wants to see that kind of content, and so they tag it. they make sideblogs to talk about it. they don't go out of their way to shove it in people's faces. that means i, and everyone else who doesn't like it, can avoid it.

what antis want is for it to not exist at all. they want the tags to be purged and blocked, and for anyone who uses those tags to have their accounts deleted. and sure, that might get rid of some of it, but do you know what would happen to the rest? it would stop being tagged. people who don't want to see it wouldn't have the tools to avoid it. this isn't just a hypothetical, that's what's happened any time a fan space has tried to do that.

that's not even getting into the rabbit hole of what should be banned and what shouldn't. obviously any content that depicts real children or real life abuse shouldn't exist and shouldn't be allowed to be posted, but basically any platform that people use already enforces those policies, and there's not much of a slippery slope to go down there. if it involves real living breathing people being abused, it's bad. end of discussion.

but the same can't be said for fiction. ask ten antis for a specific list of all the content that should be banned, and you'll get ten different answers. what about kink? what about roleplay? what about horror and murder and anything that involves fictional characters being graphically tortured? what about people using art to process terrible things that have happened to them? what about art that uses dark themes as a horror element? if you just want to ban anything questionable to anyone, that's the line of thinking that gets any mention of lgbt existence banned. and again, this isn't just a hypothetical, this has happened before, and that's generally where it leads.

i know, from personal experience, that antis do, in fact, send harassment to people just for shipping things they don't like. i've gotten accused of absolutely vile shit for shipping two fictional characters who were both consenting adults. i've seen ship wars turn into moral battlegrounds, over ships that an average person wouldn't bat an eye at.

the thing about "romanticization" is a whole other can of worms. the anti logic goes like this: if someone sees something (even if it's very obviously fictional) in a positive light enough times, they will start thinking it's okay in real life, and go on to hurt real people. the problem with that is that it's just. blatantly untrue.

if it were true every horror movie fan would be a serial killer, every person that studies dark media would be an unhinged psychopath, and everyone who is into ddlg would be a pedophile. but they're not. they just aren't. people have directed movies just as fucked up as the darkest shit on ao3, and are still capable of being normal human beings who know right from wrong in real life.

even if someone is that impressionable, scrubbing away the existence of every piece of questionable content isn't going to solve their problem, because they're still going to be vulnerable to con men, scams, and cultists. the only thing that would actually materially help someone like that is developing their own morals and critical thinking.

children are also more impressionable, and there's a lot of content that's not suitable for them, but that doesn't mean that content shouldn't exist. it just means that they should stick to spaces designed for them (which most social media sites, tumblr included, are not) or, if they're old enough to be responsible for their experience online, they, or a trusted adult in their lives, should block and filter out things that they aren't comfortable with.

which is what everyone on the internet should be doing. it's what i do, and it's made the internet a much more pleasant place to be. and it's why i sometimes worry for antis mental health, especially teenagers, because they're being told it's right and moral to seek out content that makes them uncomfortable and to engage with the people making it. and that's just. really bad. it's not good for the creators that they're harassing obviously, but it's also really bad for them! it's not healthy to seek out things that make you feel bad, and it's a terrible internet safety lesson to teach minors that it's okay for them to seek out and engage with people making adult content.

individual harassment and crusading is never going to succeed at removing dark content from the internet. it just isn't. at best you might get a small percentage of people who create that content to stop sharing it, at worst you're just going to make people stop tagging it, and either way, you're exposing yourself to things that make you feel bad, when you don't have to.

if you want to materially change the type of content you see, you can. the block button is your friend, use it liberally. same with content filtering and tag blocking.

#oops this got really long #cd.ask #proship #disk horse #tw pedophila mention #uhhh what to tag #tw shipping discourse #this doesn't even get into the antis that i've seen proudly professing that they care more about fictional characters than real people #because i don't know how to explain to someone that real humans matter more than cartoon characters #or how to avoid content on platforms other than tumblr bc frankly thats a lot of the reason i don't use them #i don't trust an algorithm #also im turning anon off after posting this so if you want to send me hate you cant be a coward about it #also be prepared to get blocked and ignored #the only reason i answered this person is bc they weren't being hostile

[sister-lucifer]

can we get gross pervy dom toby content 🙏

Some Gross Pervy Dom Toby Content 

Toby Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: NSFW 

Summary: There is really no plot to be summarized, Toby’s just a horndog and he chased you down. good fuckin luck  

Content/Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon elements, implied stalking, horror elements, Toby being creepy, Toby smells you and touches you in the weirdest manner you can possibly imagine, NSFW with minimal (mostly implied) plot, no real sex happens just fucked up shit, no seriously this is nasty as fuck i’m getting put on a list for this 

Like my writing? I take requests! NSFW or SFW for any fandoms in my bio (request rules + masterlist in pinned post)!

Also, please reblog! it’s free, takes two seconds, and really helps me out 

Feedback is encouraged and appreciated:)

Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

A/N: Just to avoid confusion, in my headcanon Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s; i’m writing his stutter, not his tics! thankies!

also READ THE FUCKING WARNINGS THIS ONE IS NASTY

Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun would fill you with less dread than staring up at the lanky boy who’s currently towering over you. 

You don’t have to look at him to know there’s a twisted smile filled with crooked, chipped teeth spread across his face, hazel eyes scrunched at the corners as he grins like a madman. You don’t want to look at him, really, but you can’t stop yourself before you’re slowly craning your neck to see. Slowly his face comes into view, and it’s even more unsettling than you could prepare for. 

His messy brown hair flicks up in all directions and partly obscures his eyes, and yet they seem to glow in the dim light of the sunset. One of his arms is above you, folded against the wall, while the other cages you into the corner. Besides his fingers drumming restlessly, he’s not moving, but his entire body is trembling with….excitement? His chest is heaving like he’s struggling to breathe, and the uncomfortable feeling of his warm exhale fanning over your face makes you shudder, and…oh god, is he drooling over you? Shit—

You press yourself hard against the wall, face burning hot against the cool air of the drafty abandoned building. Something tells you you shouldn’t take your eyes off of him for too long, but in your peripheral vision you can see through the broken windows. There’s nothing but trees in all directions, and the sky is rapidly darkening with each passing second. You’re watching any chance you had of escaping in the daylight slip from your fingers. Everything is becoming much too disorienting much too fast, thoughts racing and overlapping and screaming at you to do something, but you can’t. All at once you’re trying to figure out an escape plan, how to appease your captor for long enough to execute an escape plan, and how you even got here in the first place. 

The last thing you remember is running from him, the branches of the thicket grabbing at your pants and arms as if trying to hold you back. You had no choice but to run into the old hospital, but now you’re wishing you’d simply kept going. 

You must’ve moved too much for Toby’s liking, because he suddenly grabs onto your arm with a grip that feels strong enough to snap the bone in two. You yelp in pain, a second gloved hand quickly clamping over your mouth. The echo of your cry rings loud in your ears, and for a moment you wonder if it’ll ever go quiet again. 

“You…you…” Toby stutters, and your eyes widen at the sound of his voice. You aren’t sure what you were expecting to hear, but he just sounds so…normal, like any other nineteen year old boy, except if it were anyone else in any other scenario a mere couple of syllables wouldn’t strike such fear into you. 

“You ran a loooong t-time…” He scolds, but his grin doesn’t falter. He brings his hand away from your mouth to shake a finger at you, seemingly trusting you not to scream. 

Not like it would matter. You made him chase you pretty far in. 

In an instant his hands are on your waist, slipping under your shirt and eagerly grabbing at the soft flesh he finds beneath. You have to bite your tongue to hold back another yelp. 

“Oh, ooohh but it w-was worth it!” Toby slurs with a drawl, “I’ve f-finally fooouund yooouu, aha…” 

He sounds so proud of himself. Something about his tone is almost childish, deceivingly so. He truly thinks he’s done something amazing. 

Your heart skips a beat when he suddenly freezes, face going void of all emotion, and you wonder if you’ve truly angered him. If you did, would that be the mistake that ended it all? 

Fortunately, it seems he was just changing gears. You panic when you realize he’s leaning in towards you, but he moves past your face to practically bury his nose in your neck, taking a long and deep breath. He lets out a faint laugh as he breathes out, and it feels like a horrible sensation crawling down your spine. The only thing you can do is grab onto his arms, nails digging into the dirty and worn fabric of his hoodie. It’s practically caked with dried mud in some areas and you can feel the dry cracking beneath your hands. 

“I m-missed your…your s-smell…” Toby whispers. You’re confused for a moment, and it takes a few seconds for it all to set in. 

‘Missed?’ 

He’d…smelled you before? 

He ‘missed’ you… 

“I-I should have…should have visited m-more…I-I got ssso busy, b-but I didn’t forget you, I-I promise…” 

He keeps talking, but it starts to fade out. Only a few words matter, anyways. 

There’s an incredibly brief moment of clarity that flashes through your mind, a split second flicker of understanding that you hadn’t just been misplacing or losing things, that you weren’t imagining all those noises or shadows that you told yourself were childish things to be afraid of, and it nearly floods your brain before it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Maybe you purposefully pushed it out, at least for now. There was too much going on to process the past. If you were lucky enough to get out of this alive, you could reflect then. 

You’re frozen for a few moments as Toby’s idle hands begin to wander, as they always do. He’s at least considerate enough to feel you up through your clothes, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking in a harsh breath through your teeth when he roughly gropes your ass. It forces you to push yourself into him as you try to get away from the aggressive grip. You can feel him laugh with his chest pressed flush against yours. 

He takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, and it’s become painfully obvious that he’s much stronger than he looks. You’d never expect someone so skinny to be able to manhandle you like this. 

He sways slowly from side to side as he holds you, one unsteady hand toying with your hair in a gesture that, on Toby’s end, seems as though it is meant to be sincere. 

“Th-There’s so much I want t-to do to y— to do with y-you…so little time…” He goes on muttering to himself over something or other, but you can’t understand him as he trails off. 

He seems preoccupied with his own thoughts, distracted enough that you begin to squirm. He doesn’t react, continuing to quietly rant about nothing while stroking your head. You struggle again, a bit bolder this time. Nothing. 

Maybe you actually had a chance, you just had to slip away. Hell, maybe you’d get lucky and run the right way on the first try; for all you know you’re only a mile away from a highway, that could be your lifeline. You just had to slip away— 

“Stop it! Stop doing that!” 

…Easier said than done, it seems. 

Hearing Toby yell, seemingly allowing a genuine flash of anger to overtake him as he slams you back against the wall, chills you to the core. He was unpredictable, bouncing back and forth between the extremes of whatever emotion he was feeling, making it impossible to plan around his potential actions. 

His hand splays out across your chest to keep you pinned to the wall. He’s applying much more pressure than he needs to, and he knows it. His smile twitches as you struggle to recover from having the wind knocked out of you. 

When he reaches back for his pocket, you expect him to pull out a weapon; maybe a knife, or even a small handgun you somehow hadn’t noticed. 

But no. He returns with something much smaller, and your brows furrow in confusion as you struggle to make out the shape among the shadows that have quickly taken over your space. 

“What’s t-the matter?” Toby asks, “Never seen a-a condom before?”

He snickers cruelly at the way your mouth hangs open in reply. 

“Whaaaat? I-I’m trying to be nice…don’t be a bitch.” 

“N…Nice?!” You choke out in reply, and this time Toby’s jaw drops. 

“Oh, it does speak!” He exclaims with genuine excitement. “Good, good…s-so good…” 

He holds the corner of the wrapper in his mouth so that his hand can be free to fumble with his belt. The sound of the buckle clanking as he slips it off makes your stomach flip. Your gaze flicks quickly back and forth from his pants back to his eyes, and he hasn’t stopped staring at you. You haven’t even seen him blink. 

His tongue runs over his glistening teeth as he prepares to speak again: 

“I h-hope you squeal for me, pretty thing…When we’re done here, I’m t-takin’ you with me…” 

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta headcanon #gender neutral reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby smut #ticci toby #toby rogers

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 1k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @fanfic-enjoyer123 @darkenwolfie @juda-the-simp @colsons-baker @junnniiieee07 @octaviablakeslove

A/n: I'm sorry for another short chapter, but hopefully the detail makes up for the somewhat shortness, haha. My kids are finally at their dad's and now I am able to publish chapters all weekend. I would like to thank each and everyone of you for taking your time to read, heart, comment and reblog. It makes me so unbelievably happy! So, thank you! <3

All chapter links! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

OF&H Masterlist

Chapter 8

Gale Weathers was quick to show up at your house, her neon-yellow skirt flapping behind her and her cheeks rouge from almost tripping out of her work van.

“Jesus! The camera, hurry!” She snapped at her cameraman, who seemed to be struggling to hold the object on his shoulder.

“My name isn’t Jesus..” He trailed, Gale only ignored him as she flattened her outfit and picked up speed, almost jogging towards the police car you were in.

She ducked down, trying to catch a glimpse of your face, the car now in drive, “(Y/n), is that you in there?” She shouted, tapping frantically at the window.

You flipped her off, annoyed that she was here, fortunately, Burke sensed your aggravation and noticed Gale; he pressed on the gas and the vehicle picked up speed down the driveway.

“Excuse me…” Gale shouted at your friend, “Was that (Y/n) they took away?” She asked, walking after Tatum.

“I am not talking to you right now…” Tatum scorned, trying to ignore Gale’s constant questioning.

“What happened to her?”

“None of your damn business!” Tatum yelled, storming up to her car.

“I heard something about a mask, a costume of some sort, is that true?” The brunette followed Tatum, once again tapping at a car’s window.

“Can you tell me anything, anything at all?”

“Yeah, you are an absolute pain in the ass!”

Tatum sped off, causing Gale to move away.

“Leave both Sid and (Y/n) alone!”

Gale scoffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, anger flashing across her orbs.

“Where is she going?” Her cameraman suddenly popped up behind her.

Gale gave him a sour look as she grabbed his wrist, her voice changing octave. “Look, Kenny.” She started, looking up at the bigger-taller man. “I know you’re about 50 pounds overweight, but when I say “hurry,”” She raised her tone, pointing a finger at him. “Please interpret that as “move your fat, tub-of-lard ass now!”” She groaned, ripping her mic away from his hand.

--

You hurried into the police station, your shoes squeaking off the cleanliness of the ground, you spotted Sidney in the distance causing you to stop in your tracks.

She looked at you, eyes wide and pink from crying, another Officer’s jacket draped over her, assuming to comfort her from the traumatic event that happened around the same time yours did.

You mouthed at her, narrowing your eyes, your brows almost fusing together at the angry face you made, “How could you?”

Her mouth twitched, not sure how to respond, she slouched deeper into the chair, trying to avoid your death stare.

Sidney placed her hand on her forehead, leaning into her touch, closing her eyes. Stress and sadness eating up her thoughts.

You bit the inside of your cheek, not furthering the intimidation you had on her.

You frowned, looking into a window across from you where Billy sat inside; staring at Sidney with hurt printed on his features, he didn’t acknowledge that you were there yet.

Shaking your head in disappointment, you strolled towards the room.

“Let me ask you this. What’re you doing with a cellular telephone, son?” Officer Brinks asked, not registering that you were there.

“Everyone has one, Officer.” You stated, leaning up against the doorframe, Billy and his father looked at you, somewhat shocked that you were here.

“Miss--”

“(Y/n).” You butted in, introducing yourself, pushing yourself off of the frame, heading towards your friend.

“I came as quickly as I could, Billy.” You smiled warmly at him, placing a small hand on his shoulder, the action caused a faint blush to spread across his cheeks.

“May I?” You asked, nodding towards the empty chair.

Officer Brinks sighed, knowing full well that you were not leaving.

“Please…” He motioned for you to sit, which you gladly accepted. “Why aren’t you with Sheriff Burke?” He crossed his arms, leaning against his chestnut-coloured desk.

“I’ll answer that when it is my turn.” You smirked, “Right now, please, go ahead, continue with your accusation.” You pointed towards Billy, leaning into your chair.

“Very well.” Brinks mumbled, looking from you to Billy.

“I did not make those calls, I swear.” Billy groaned, a brown piece of hair falling in front of his face.

“Check the phone bill, for Christ’s sake.” His father interjected. “Call Vital Phone Comp. They got records of every number dialed.”

“Gee, thanks Hank, we’re on top of it.” Brinks gripped the edge of his desk.

You glared at the officer, listening intently.

“What were you doing over at Sidney’s house tonight?”

“I wanted to see her, that’s all.” Billy folded his hands together.

“And last night? Sidney said you crawled through her window last night, too.”

“You went out last night?” Hank suddenly said, you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I was watching TV and got bored, okay? I decided to go out for a drive.” He stated plainly.

“Did you happen to drive by Casey Becker’s house?”

Billy dismissed the question, “No. No, I didn’t.”

“Alright, that’s enough..” You intervened, standing up. “He came to my house after Sidney’s. He’s no killer.” You snipped, “Sidney lives at least 7-10 minutes away from me, where Casey’s place is 15 to 20 minutes away from me.” You sighed, “ There’s not a chance in hell he could’ve killed both Casey and Steve and still manage to get to my place in that time frame. Clearly there’s two of them, but Billy is not one.”

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#fanfiction #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis x reader #billy x you x stu #scream franchise #stu macher #billy x stu #stu macher x reader #stu macher x female reader

[fairuzfan]

This has been talked about before, but with the horror only increasing and the strike coming up, how should non-Palestinians go about reblogging things that show Palestinians bodies? I don’t want to disrespect anyone, and I want to amplify Palestinian voices BUT according to their preferences. Ive defaulted to not showing the martyred based off several posts about how Palestinians wouldn’t even want their bodies shown like this. But what about injured or like Palestinian hostages from hospitals. I’m not even sure if not showing the martyred was the right thing to do.

I know you’re not the spokesperson for all Palestinians, so I’m not even sure how you’d answer this… I’m sorry you get so many questions

no its ok, i get wanting to ask. i mean like, personally, at this point, i'd just continue to boost firsthand accounts of palestinians on the ground. i would avoid graphic photos mostly because i try to avoid it myself and i can't look at them for very long.

but yeah, either way i would still provide content of palestine, sudan, congo, and armenia either way.

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[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

feel weird about this post, maybe because i think three films (one of which i liked a lot, one of which i thought was a surprisingly fun toy commercial with script problems, one of which i cannot make myself watch because it’s little fucking women) is kind of not a lot to hang this kind of “always” characterization on especially given that one of them is a toy commercial and the other one is about an eighteen year old and actually has nothing whatsoever to say about marriage, maybe because i cannot take seriously someone being like “this filmmaker conspicuously avoids queer desire and female sexuality entirely” based on a sample set of movies that are (1) about a high school student who brw fucks (2) an adaptation of a 19th century children’s novel which is, i promise you, so much more directly about protestantism than you remember, and (3) a toy commercial. like “over and over and over and over again” feels…. it just feels really strong. and it feels, idk, really weird to me to say that 2-3 movies about being a single woman necessarily have some kind of intentional absence rather than simply making a deliberate choice, like we are, like, just drowning culturally in positive depictions of women whose lives are about something else, lmao. like i don’t, um…. i just don’t think i am ever going to find it particularly feminist to criticize a particular depiction or even a particular body of work for omitting sex 🤷🏻‍♀️ i am saying all of this btw as a person who like, the number one genre of film i am instantly down to watch is “movies by lesbian filmmakers” and that was true when i identified as straight. but also i guess i am saying this as a person who more or less thinks of portrait as a lady on fire as having a happy ending because i see it as a story about a woman artist, which i actually think is the real consistency among gerwig’s three (3) movies even if i think barbie does not actually execute that theme with any success (and even if to be clear i don’t think she is anywhere near sciamma). anyway. maybe i also just think the snide “often, they don’t have sex at all” as “feminist” (lol) “critique” (lol) is, like, extremely 2012.

there was also a reblog OP did of some tags where someone was like “i read it as an aroace narrative” and they were like “that’s great but she wasn’t doing that on purpose!” and OP added this tag:

which like. i mean i did not feel reflected by barbie because i am not 14. but like as a bisexual woman who has been in a relationship for basically my entire adult life, there is a way in which i actually do tend to feel reflected by stories about women who walk away entirely from the domain of romance and sex. who - horrors! - “don’t fuck at all.” i find that narrative, when done well, compelling and personally salient. if gerwig made a movie that wasn’t little women or barbie about it, i would probably find some real value in it! and i find…. off-putting… the idea that one is supposed to prefer reflections in the form of “identity” rather than uh [checks notes] a human person behaving in ways that are resonant to me. that one in fact should desire movies that “purposefully” make narratives to “reflect me.” i think that assumption reveals some weird assumptions about how art gets made and a weird depressing narrow view of how to relate to art.

in conclusion i believe in equality and i think that if christopher nolan can make 11 movies in a row with zero sexual content at all before finally having his streak broken only by the immovable historical object of j robert oppenheimer’s sexual magnetism (i’m not being weird he literally said this) i think greta gerwig who with her toy commercial follow up slated to be a pair of narnia movies i think is pretty clearly angling to be girl christopher nolan should be allowed to keep making movies i think are Fine about ambitious unhorny women for years to come. or whatever the fuck she’s gonna make narnia about, i certainly will not be watching.

#idk man i am not like a major gerwig fan or anything but #this post rly bugged me!

[novafire-is-thinking]

BYF / BYI

(because this post is meant to be a road sign and not a solid wall like a DNI post)

Welcome, potential friends and foes, to my space station of a Tumblr.

You can call me Novafire, or Nova for short.

I question the effectiveness of long intro posts, so here’s a summary:

My way of navigating life on this site aligns pretty well with True Neutral. But in true neutral fashion, it’s not a strict code I adhere to. It just means:

My own interests take priority, but I try to be kind as it makes things easier for everyone involved.

I have the courage of an ostrich mixed with the wits and confidence of a crow. (i.e. I suffer from a lack of conviction in all but a handful of things, but I’m willing to learn.)

I tend to evaluate things on a case-by-case basis.

I will not bite unless I see the need for preemptive action or if someone bites first. And even then, I’m more likely to ignore stuff since I just can’t be bothered to retaliate.

More details below:

What to expect:

I scan and monitor every Tumblr that follows me until I’ve gotten a good read on them. Blank blogs are fine as long as I can see they’ve either followed other TF accounts or have liked+reblogged TF content recently.

My blog is SFW for the most part, but NSFW accounts are free to follow and interact.

I rarely follow accounts that aren’t primarily Transformers-focused, but I reblog from anywhere and everywhere.

Communication:

I use tone tags for convenience, but they’re not necessary if someone wants to interact with me.

My inbox is open, but I disable anonymous asks every now and then when I expect issues.

DMs are open, but my response time varies depending on whether or not my proverbial stars have aligned and how well I know someone.

Please, no venting to me without warning. I may know a lot about the human mind and psychological and social dynamics, but I have no desire to play armchair therapist.

Triggers and how I accomodate:

If you need something tagged, let me know :) Anything asked of me earnestly will be granted.

I have very few triggers myself, and the ones I do have don’t require mentioning since I just scroll past stuff that bothers me.

If I reblog something from someone, it doesn’t mean I’m married to them. 95% of the time I reblog, I don’t consider the source. To me, good content is good content. However, if you alert me to something and respectfully request that I not reblog from a particular user, I will comply since I don’t want issues.

My relationship with my followers:

I am not responsible for the behavior of my followers. I carefully consider what I say so as not to incite drama or allow for my words to be taken out of context. However, I’m not perfect and my followers have wills of their own.

I am not responsible for anything any of my followers reblog on your posts. Do not expect me to moderate this.

Unlike some around these parts, I do not consider there to be such a thing as “Nova Nation” or anything along those lines. My followers are not my disciples, even jokingly. They are not necessarily a direct reflection of me or my views.

My relationship with characters:

If you see me kinning a character you’d consider problematic, please don’t jump to conclusions. More than likely, there are just one or several isolated traits I relate to.

I admit I have a fascination with and a love for IDW Prowl. However, please note that I do not consider him to be a “good person.” I just think the way his mind works is really interesting. And no, I’m not a JazzProwl or TaraProwl shipper.

I do not believe in excessive woobification of characters without acknowledgment of their faults, especially those like IDW Prowl. Yes, I want to wrap him in a blanket. No, I’m not blind to the horrors he’s committed.

I avoid character “tribalism” as much as possible. When it comes to any character, I will never shove my opinions down another’s throat, but I will absolutely provide thoroughly considered opinions in a controlled way.

I’m not a hardcore shipper myself, but I have a select few I like. I also respect most other ships out there.

Miscellaneous:

I make spam posting a habit. I’ll disappear for half a day to three days and then appear out of nowhere to drop 20+ reblogs at once.

I talk in the tags. A lot. :P

Spam likes and reblogs are more than welcome.

Feel free to tag me in stuff at any time! There’s no need to wait until we’re mutuals.

If you tag me in something and I don’t acknowledge it within a couple of days, please DM me. Tumblr is a stupid cat that likes to eat tags and reblogs. >:(

This is where you’ll find my playlists, moodboards, character ref collection, etc.

last updated: 11/16/23 (section updated: My relationship with characters)

[spaceoutcazt]

📌 About Me:

🇲🇽 [They/them preference]

🐙 [LVL 16/Nonbinary + Pan oriented AroAce]

🍋 More in my carrd.co 🍋

My name is Krester and i'm a hobbyist artist. I like to draw fanart of my favorite shows/games and OCs! Im a big fan of horror/pseudo-snuff films, fictional gore and non-human creatures ( ^3°)٭

Tag guide:

Art tag: #Outer Space Clowntist ✏️

Rambling tag: #Clownblings 🪐

Reblog tag: #SpaceReblogzz

Mailbox tag: #Clownswers 📬

My OCs tag: #SpaceOutcazOC

My sona tag: #OutcazSONA 🪱

Selfship tag: #SELFSHIP 💌

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⚠️ TW/CW:

🫐 I usually use bright colors on my drawings and i might draw gore from time to time. [eyestrain/bl00d/blades/flashing tw]

🫐I (rarely) reblog//draw suggestive stuff, nothing too explicit but still.

🫐 About ships! I draw ship art very rarely, i mostly do it when requested and i have to let you know that im...very open with ships, i think thats the word? I dont like them but i dont hate them either (except proships, fuck proships) so you might see A LOT of different ships from different fandoms, as a warning: eh you might see ships you dont like (example: candybats/ratmeat/deadmeat).

🫐 In some of my drawings (mostly referring to my spooky month au, miserable month) i talk about delicate themes such as su**ide, alcoholism, etc. Please keep this in mind before interacting, if you're not comfortable with that stuff at all i recommend you to look for another blog (or at least ignore the whole miserable month au, by far i think that's the only disturbing thing you'll find in my posts).

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📌 Here are some of the fandoms i'm in:

(i often update this)

Spooky Month.

Adventure Time (Finn ♡).

Superjail.

Gravity Falls.

Eddsworld.

OFF (by Mortis Ghost).

Therapy with Dr Albert Krueger // Vincent the Secret of Myers.

Five Night's At Freddy's (the lore confuses me though-).

Madness Combat.

The Amazing World of Gumball.

Popee the Performer.

Salad Fingers.

ENA.

Analog horror. Mostly; Mandela Catalogue, Local 58, The Walten Files, etc.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared.

Invader Zim and JTHM.

Creepypastas.

Unicorn wars.

Not sure if this counts as a fandom but i love disturbing media, urban legends, cryptids, anything related to paranormal, liminal spaces and more stuff like that.

School for Little Vampires (omg i love vampires).

Slashers, 80s horror movies, etc (i have a thing for killer dolls).

Again, this probably doesn't count as a fandom but I LOVE CLOWNS :o)

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📌 Requesting Rules:

Ok, i was not going to make this section but some of you made me REALLY uncomfy >:/

🌼 First of all (and this one should be obvious) i WILL NOT TAKE NSFW REQUESTS. I'm a minor and i'm not comfortable with drawing that type of stuff.

🌼 DO NOT REQUEST PRO/COMSHIPS. If you ask me to draw something like "minor x adult" i will not only ignore your request, i will block you. 💥

🌼 BE PATIENT WITH ME. Just cuz the ask box is open it doesn't mean requests are open too, i don't mind if you request something but keep in mind that i won't do your request immediately if i'm not feeling up to it X(

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📌 Before sharing my art:

🧃 Reposts are okay! (give credit pls) You can use my drawings as your pfp as long as you credit me!

(This also applies for edits, videos, etc)

🍧 About my OC's: I'm okay with fanart and people shipping their OC with mine or a canon character, but please avoid making NSFW content with them, and with NSFW i mean sex lmao.

EXTRA!! Here's my avatar ref sheet in case yall wanna draw it X)!

#introduction #pinned post #Spotify

[wwinterwitch]

Congrats on 1k! May i request a jedi!reader with din djarin with these prompts ; “Have you been crying?” & “Please, just hold me.” because reader have been hiding the fact that they’re a jedi but eventually din found out and reader thinks that din hates them? Tysm and congrats again!

thanks for the request babes!! hope you like this <3

prompts used: "have you been crying?" + "please, just hold me." pairing: din djarin x gn!reader word count: 770 warnings/what to expect: crying, little angst, fluff towards the end

a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!

1k celebration | masterlist | AO3  

You've been so good at pretending. So good in fact, that sometimes you could actually convince yourself that all the horrors you witnessed years ago were nothing but a made up scenario your brain has fabricated.

It was almost as if nothing happened. Your friends didn't die that day, your own troops didn't turn against you. Almost as if you didn't barely make it out of there alive.

But today you just couldn't pretend. Not when two people you care about so much are in danger. It didn't matter if people found out you're a Jedi, that they would come after you to kill you. All that matters to you the second you used the Force for the very first time since that tragic day, is to make sure Din and Grogu were okay.

Guilt didn't catch up to you until all of you were back in the Razor Crest. You put Grogu to sleep and sat on the bed you shared with Din, staring at your shaky hands as tears fell down your cheeks.

You ruined it. You had the perfect cover and you ruined it. And now Din knows, and he probably hates you right now because of it.

After all you had to witness and everything you hear around you, it was clear no one likes the Jedi anymore. Your Order is nothing but a myth now, a group of people with special abilities that weren't as great as they claimed to be because they're either dead or forced to hide. The title brings nothing but shame and trouble.

No one wants to be around a Jedi.

You had to quickly brush the tears away from your face when you heard Din climbing down the stairs to meet you. Having to avoid looking directly at his visor, you continued to look at your hands.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, noticing something was definitely wrong with you.

You nodded, hands still shaky. "I'm fine."

Of course he wouldn't believe you. Instead, one of his gloved hands found its way to your chin, gently lifting your head up so you could look at him. It took everything in you not to break down again as your eyes focused on the visor of his helmet.

There was a brief pause and you could tell Din was examining your features, the helmet tilting slightly to the side as he realized something. "Have you been crying?" he asked in the softest tone ever, almost making you feel goosebumps across your entire body because he sounds just so worried.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, tears pooling in your eyes as you stood up and wrapped your arms around him. All you could feel was the cold contact of the beskar against your skin, but you knew underneath was the warmth of the man you grew to love so much. You knew he was there, with you, and you held onto that thought as you hugged him, praying this isn't the last time you'll be this close to him.

"Talk to me," he pleaded, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer to his body.

"Please, just...just hold me," was your reply.

And he did. He hugged you for what felt like a lifetime. No words were said as you enjoyed each other's touch. You were still crying, not being able to shake off the guilt and fear of losing the greatest thing that has ever happened to you. After losing your friends, you forgot what a family was. The sense of companionship and loyalty. But you found that again in Grogu and Din. And it kills you to think you might lose them.

After several minutes, you managed to say, "I'm sorry."

"About what?"

"I didn't tell you who I was...who I am," you explained. "I swear I will explain everything."

"I'm...I'm not mad," Din says gently, trying to calm you down as one of his hands moves up and down your back in a comforting manner. "I understand."

"You– so you don't hate me?"

You heard a low chuckle. "There is nothing in this galaxy that would ever make me hate you."

The statement made you smile, pulling back from him just enough to look into his visor again. It didn't matter that you couldn't see him, you know he's there behind that armor. That man you love so deeply.

He gently rested the top of the helmet against your forehead, the gesture making you close your eyes as you cherish the proximity.

"I love you," he says, barely above a whisper. "Jedi or not, it doesn't change what I feel."

"And I love you," you replied, feeling like the luckiest person in the entire galaxy for having him and Grogu by your side.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fic #star wars fic #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian x gn!reader

[lunarmosi]

henlo

hello to the few people who will see this - my name is mosi or sami (take ur pick) and i'm gonna start posting somewhat edgy content on my blog because having two blogs and constantly getting my rb's mixed up is getting frustrating

i will be renaming from lunarmosi to catgirlvivisection

if you're sensitive to violent/somewhat distressing content please blacklist "/guro" "guro" "nudity" or "sensitive" or you can unfollow, no grudges held, just hope you have an enjoyable and safe experience on this site :) it's not gonna be anything gratuitous, there will be no unnecessary violence or IRL guro, but i do like edgy art and comedic posts with distressing themes, but i understand it will still impact some in negative ways and i'd like to avoid that

if you want to reach out to me or hangout and make community, find me on spacehey where all of my links are, i'm a bit shy but i'd love to chat or play games! riiiiiight here ----> X <------ that one

i have also maybe posted twice on this website in 10 years so allow me to introduce myself: hello! i'm a 25 year old country girl that is exploring what she wants to do with her life!

i love movies, reading, and writing, i prefer thriller and drama, a bit of horror here and there, and i'm admittedly a sucker for a good romance, bonus points if it's between girls ♀❤️♀

i used to solo drill HEMA fencing, specifically longsword, fell off for a long time and i'm hoping to get back into HEMA through arming sword in the near future

i'm also studying the occult and heavily involve myself into magic, i have pledged my patronage primarily to our heavenly lunar mother 🌙

i also have interests in fashion, non-hunting sport shooting, archery, cooking, anatomy, and LOVE animals, i'd like to think there's a cat that lives in my soul 🐈

i will begin posting aforementioned content in a few days so do take the time to take action if necessary, will reblog everyday until then

#about

[dreamlessinparis]

Everything You Ever Wanted

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Wife!Laura, Steve Kemp x Ex!Laura (but can be read as a reader insert for the most part, no descriptions)

Word Count: 3948

Summary: When an old flame from her past threatens to mess up the life she has, Laura will do anything to help her husband

Warning: explicit sexual content, daddy kink, praise, degration, mentions of selling people/cannibalism (not explicit, just a threat at the end), double penetration, angst, fluff, voyeurism, threesomes, blackmail, manipulation, step-cest, nicknames, teasing, cumplay, double crossing, fingering, mentions of kidnapping, explicit language, 18+

A/N: I wrote this as a little present to my lovely friend @sweeterthanthis. Happy Birthday Laura! You are such an inspiration to me and you’re always there when I need to chat about anything and also fuel my dirty thoughts. So this one’s for you, I hope you enjoy it! I love you very much and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 💖💖💖🥰🎂🎂🎂Thank you to @sparkledfirecracker for reading it over for me. All mistakes are my own. 

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

You entered the Sheriff’s office, bringing Lee the lunch he forgot and to file a complaint about how he hadn’t kissed you goodbye before he left this morning. Not really paying attention to where you were going, you ran right into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized, taking a step back to look at the person you’d just run into, “Steve?”

“Hi darling, long time no see,” Steve smiled down at you. It had been years since you’d seen your ex-boyfriend. He looked terrific and you couldn’t stop staring at him. His soft brown hair was wavy and kept falling on his face. Your fingers itched to push it back.

“Kemp, what are ya doin’, loiterin’ in my doorway,” Lee hollered, lumbering out of his office. He came to stand next to the younger man, thumbs hooked in his belt loops, “oh hiya Toots, whatcha doin’ here?”

Maybe it was wrong to be standing in the presence of your ex and your husband, fantasizing about being spit roasted by them atop Lee’s desk. But fuck if that stopped your mind. You shifted your stance to avoid being obvious about squeezing your thighs together beneath your sundress. 

“Am I not allowed to come to see you, Sheriff?” You asked coyly. “Especially since you gave me your last name?”

Steve’s eyes seemed to snap down to the ring on your hand. He let out a chuckle; a short shocked yet almost knowing sound. 

Lee reached forward, looping an arm around your waist, and pulled you into him. He kissed the top of your head, hand roaming down to palm your ass. “Of course, sweet one, was just surprised to see ya, is all.”

He returned his gaze back to Steve as you nuzzled into his soft frame, “you leavin’, Kemp?”

“Yes Sheriff,” Steve smirked, tipping an invisible hat towards the two of you, “good seeing you, sweetheart.” As if to irritate Lee further, Steve gave you a peck on the cheek, lingering to whisper in your ear, “I see you swooped right in after mommy’s sudden disappearance, eh?”

He leaned back, giving you a final wink, and left the office before you could collect yourself to respond.

Your mother had always been a reckless woman and when she married Lee while you were at college, you weren’t exactly surprised. What surprised you was how much you liked Lee. Probably more than a step-daughter should. Yet you managed to keep your feelings a secret until one stormy night right after your college graduation.

Ironically you and Steve had broken up weeks earlier over a secret he refused to tell you. He had come back from summer vacation almost a new person and you couldn’t figure out why. Feeling untrusted and vulnerable you ended up leaving him and came home heartbroken.

Mother was away on a girls’ trip, leaving you and Lee alone at the house. The two of you were sat in the living room, on opposite ends of the sofa, watching whatever horror he’d chosen for the week. Lee had bonded with you over many things, especially twisty movies thus ensuing a movie night. It was an almost routine thing but sometimes he had to work late but he always made it up to you. 

Halfway through the movie, lightning struck and everything went black. Luckily for you two, you tended to light a bunch of candles any chance you got, so you weren’t in complete darkness. 

“Should come back in a moment,” Lee reassured, patting your foot comfortingly. It always made you wonder whether he felt this electricity between you or if it was all in your head. 

You nodded, pulling the blanket up and snuggling further into the couch. “Did you have a good day?”

God, why did you feel the need to make small talk?

Internally cringing, you risked a glance at Lee, who was leaning back in his seat, one hand on his belly, the other on his ankle.

“T’was alright. Saw this man - nah this boy - tryin’ to flirt with Susie. Y’know Susie from the diner?” He paused, waiting for a response. You hummed and he continued his story about how Tommy was striking out with his pick-up lines. “Do those damn things even work?”

You giggled and answered completely without thinking about who you were talking to, “I wouldn’t know. Pick-up lines aren’t really my thing. I’d rather be pinned down, not picked up.”

The next thing you knew, Lee had tugged you down by your ankle and shifted to cage you onto the couch. “That so, little one? Shoulda said somethin’ sooner. Plenty’a surfaces I coulda pinned you against.”

Your initial shock had dissipated and bravery had settled in. His hardening cock was pressed against your thigh and you were willing to do anything to fit throbbing against your cunt, “Better late than never, Daddy,” you replied, watching his eyes darken at the word before leaning up to kiss him.

After that, things had progressed naturally in secret. Your mom had been none the wiser, but she still remained an obstacle, one that was clawing at your jealousy anytime she kissed Lee. You loved her though and as much as you wanted Lee, you couldn’t bring yourself to hurt her. 

Luckily you didn’t have to. Her disappearance was sudden and at first, people assumed she’d gone away on a vacation, yourself included. As time passed you grew worried, but slowly you began to accept her absence, and over time as bad as it sounded, you were relieved that you didn’t have to get rid of her yourself. 

The people in town didn’t question your “new” blossoming relationship with Lee. Chalking it up to two grieving souls, finding love in the darkest of times. 

Five years later and you were happily married, still very much in love. 

Lee never talked about your mother, and sometimes you wondered if it was because he missed her. After her death, Lee helped deal with all the red tape things, making sure you were provided for. Maybe provided for a bit too well for his Sheriff’s salary. 

The conversation had come up once but he had claimed that a favor to a friend had earned him quite a lot of money. What the favor was, or to whom, never came up. You trusted him enough to let it slide but it didn’t quench the curiosity that bloomed in your gut afterwards.

Nothing would break him, not even when you had him tied up, edging him for close to an hour. The man was locked tight. Little did you that you didn’t even have to put in that much effort, that the truth was coming for you faster than you realized. 

Your mother had not been the only female in town to have disappeared, happening almost like clockwork every six months, and Lee seemed less concerned than he should have been. Your mother was the first you’d paid attention to and you had thought she had left on her own account until six months later, another girl was gone. But it was only when your closest friend went missing shortly after walking home with you, that you found his lack of concern extremely alarming. 

“Lee?” You asked, walking into the bedroom, rubbing lotion into your hands. His head popped up from the book he was reading, eyes darkening at the sight of you in your burgundy silk nightgown. You tried to not show how much he affected you, especially when you needed him to focus.

“Yes, little one?”

“I’m worried,” you confessed, climbing onto the bed, straddling his half-naked frame. You rested your hands on his belly and worked your way up his body until they were wrapped around his neck. His large hands splayed on your lower back, rubbing up and down. 

“About what?” He asked, leaning in for a kiss. One kiss led to several but before he could deepen it, you pulled back.

“The missing women. What if I’m next?”

“Why would you think that?”

“They took my best friend, Lee. Who’s to say I won’t be.”

“You won’t,” Lee said sternly.

“Come on, be serious,” you argued, “even mom’s disappearance was weird. Maybe that was connected too.”

“Your mom’s disappearance might not have been a disappearance. For all we know she left on her own accord. You know how terrible with commitment she was.”

“Maybe, but I’m still scared.”

“Laura, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he promised and the sincerity in his voice made you believe him, a weird relief flooding your body. Lee gave you a soft kiss, putting an end to the conversation. You shifted topics, trailing one of your hands down the dense hair on his chest. 

A groan rumbled from his chest, urging you to keep going lower. His hips rolled up to grind his erection against you. The need to give into him was building but you wanted to ask him one more thing before you did. “What was Steve doing at the station the other day?”

Lee huffed, sagging back into the headboard, obviously not liking your question, “really, Laura?”

“Please Daddy, I just want to know.”

“He wants a threesome.”

“A threesome?” You asked in disbelief.

“A threesome,” Lee repeated, not meeting your eyes, choosing to stare at your breasts instead. His offer thrilled you, you weren’t going to lie, but it was so sudden and extremely random. Coming only a week after your run in at the station.

“With him?”

“Yes,” Lee said, through half-gritted teeth. He let out a slow breath and finally met your eye, “Look toots, years ago, Steve did me a favor and I never fully repaid him. He’s come to collect and this is what he wants. Well actually he wanted ya alone but I wasn’t havin’ none’a that.”

You leaned in closer, pressing your body to his, and kissing along his stubbled jaw. 

“So if we do this, your debt will be paid?”

“Yes darlin’,” his hands came to rest on your hips. Your body instinctively reacted to him, your hips grinding down. Lee moaned, bucking up, “Can feel how wet you are, sugar. All that for Daddy? Or are you a little slut, getting excited by the thought of being used by two men?”

You let out a soft whine, his words breaking down your will and creating an image in your head, so vivid and clear. “Both, Daddy. I want it so bad.”

“Anythin’ for my pretty wife,” Lee smirked, taking the reins back from you. “Now be a good girl and ride me. Daddy’s had a long day and you’re my favorite stress relief.”

It made you slightly nervous that Steve had insisted on coming over to your house. Stating his house was not suited for guests. What did that even mean? Was it too small? Too messy? Was he married? Did he have dead bodies buried in the backyard? All these questions plagued you as you spent the day cleaning and cooking up a feast with the meat that Steve sent over. All thank for hosting gift, you supposed. Either way you made sure to make all of Lee’s favorites.

He was oddly agitated and that only made your nerves worse. Usually he was the one to keep you calm.

Exactly at six o'clock, the door bell rang and you heard Lee grunt as he got off his recliner to answer it. You had managed to time everything perfectly, pulling the roast out of the oven and placing it on the table as Lee entered the room with Steve. 

Steve was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, rounding the table to hand them to you and gathering you up in a tight hug. Holding you a bit too long. Lee cleared his throat loudly twice before he released you. Steve's smoky musk scent left your mind muddled and you had to collect yourself for a moment.

You served both men before sitting down. The meal itself was quiet, the anticipation crackling through the air, making it hard to breathe. Your eyes kept bouncing between your husband and your ex, wondering how this was going to go. 

"This was delicious, Laura," Steve complimented, wiping his mouth after his last bite of pecan pie. 

"That's my wife for ya. Makes the best food in town," Lee boasted, puffing his chest. His possessive stance was almost caveman-like. 

You shook your head, giggling as you stood up, beginning to clear the table. "Thank you Steve, I've gotten better over the years."

As you took the plates to the kitchen, you heard Steve say, "must be nice, Bodecker. If I remember correctly your last wife wasn't much of a cook," to which Lee seemed to hiss something incoherent. 

It still wasn't clear to you what their relationship was exactly. Lee was never welcoming of Steve when you were dating. It still seemed strange that he had become indebted to Steve.

You stood in front of the sink, unsure of whether to start the dishes or to go back into the dining room. Luckily Lee chose for you, entering the kitchen and coming up to press himself against your back. "How you doin', Toots?"

He kissed up the nape of your neck and you felt the tension release from your body, melting into him. "I'm not sure," you admitted. Lee turned you around to face him, his eyes surveying your face. He was searching for something, almost like he was going to put an end to things if he sensed something off. 

"Are you still willing to do this?" He asked. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him hard. Lee groaned into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. The two of you were lost in the heated kiss, his hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up to sit on the counter. 

Lee left your lips, continuing down your neck as his hands slid beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers teasing along your inner thighs, "Daddy," you whined, spreading your legs wider, trying to guide him to where you need him. Both of you forgetting about the man in the other room.

"Such a needy wife," Lee mumbled against the delicate skin of your collar bones. Your body clenched at his words, arousal pooling between your hips. "Are you gonna be a good little slut for me?"

You whimpered, digging your nails into his biceps. Lee pulled back, his piercing eyes dark with lust and he grabbed your chin, turning you towards the doorway of the kitchen. Steve was standing there, watching the two of you, his hand palming his growing erection.

Lee's free hand dipped between your legs, slipping two fingers beneath the gusset. You were soaked and he now knew it, coating his fingers before pushing them into you. A strangled moan fell from your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

"Eyes on me, baby. I wanna watch you fall apart," Steve demanded. 

Lee's lips found the shell of your ear, "be good for Daddy and do as he says, little one."

You gave a jerky nod, as you struggled to open your eyes. Lee's fingers pumped in and out of your wet channel, stroking your silky walls with expert precision. He knew you like the back of his hand, having the ability to make you unravel so quickly. 

The squelching sounds of your cunt filled the kitchen, combining with your soft pants. 

"So fucking wet," Lee said, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Steve's eyes were locked to yours as Lee continued to take you apart, his lips peppering your heated skin. 

Steve licked his lips, his gaze growing more heated. You felt so exposed like he was undressing you with his eyes. The situation had your whole body tingling with excitement and you clenched around Lee, making him chuckle against your skin. He was enjoying your reaction.

Your eyes dragged down the length of Steve's body, taking in his black button down and black slacks. Even against the dark fabric, you could make out the shape of his cock. Your mouth watered, and you wanted him to take himself out.

"You look pretty like that, baby. How's that feel?" Steve asked. He began to come closer to you and the sexual electricity crackled with each step.

"Fuck," you breathed, "so good."

"I feel you flutterin' around me, darlin'. You gonna come for me?"

"Can I, Daddy?" You asked, your tone almost a whimper. Lee nodded, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. He quickened his pace, grinding his palm against your clit. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as your orgasm crashed over you. Lee swallowed all the noises you made, as if he didn't want to share them with Steve just yet. 

You came down from your high, breathing heavily and took in the two men. Both of them were eyeing you with a hunger that threatened to ruin you and you found your nerves had been replaced with lust. 

"My turn," Steve stated, stepping forward. Lee snarled, blocking his path.

"We do things my way, Kemp, or not at all. You'll have your turn on my terms. Got it?"

Steve held up his hands, placating Lee, but his eyes were full of mischief. You knew he was humoring Lee, especially since your husband was the one in debt.

Lee helped you off the counter, and the three of you headed to your bedroom. 

Steve stood by your bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Lee help you out of your dress. His eyes were hot on your skin as they followed Lee's hands mapping out the curves of your body.

Lee kissed down your spine as he pulled your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. "Lie on the bed, Kemp," Lee ordered and Steve did as he was told.

He sat up on his elbows, making sure to keep his eyes on you. Lee stood behind you, palming your breasts possessively, kneading them. His fingers tweaked your nipples, tugging on them hard to make your body arch. You keened, grinding back against his cock. 

You were disappointed that he was still wearing his pants so you could feel his velvety girth against your ass. But your mind was easily distracted as Lee bit on your pulse point, making you moan.

"I want you to take Steve's cock out, little one, and make him feel good," Lee ordered.

"With my mouth, Daddy?"

"With that pretty pussy, baby. Get all nice and wet so Daddy can slide right in too." His words made you clench and you eagerly nodded, going forward to straddle Steve.

Steve's hands grabbed your hips, allowing you to grind your bare cunt on his clothed erection. You could hear Lee undressing behind you and you wanted to peek but he wouldn't be too happy with you if you didn't do as you were told.

Your hands trailed down the window of his unbuttoned shirt, fingertips tracing his smooth skin, to the buckle of his pants. You made quick work of undoing them, pulling his cock free. He was thick, and throbbing in your hand. Giving him a couple pumps as you dragged the tip through your swollen folds. 

Steve's head fell back, his face twisted in pleasure. Lining him up, you sank down on his length. The stretch burned but was welcomed and you rocked your hips until you took in every inch. 

"God, you feel amazing," Steve groaned, "I almost forgot how tight you were."

Planting your hands on either side of Steve's head, you began to roll your hips. Slowly building up your pace. Steve lifted his head to suck on your nipples, giving each other equal attention.

"Steve," you keened, rolling your hips down harder. His hands dug into the soft skin of your waist and he began to buck up to meet your motions.

The pressure was beginning to build in your core again and it wasn't long before your second orgasm flooded your body. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so hard, I'm not gonna last long."

"Not yet Kemp," Lee growled, "I want to be in there when you fill her."

Steve's body tensed, as he held himself back. You felt another set of hands on your waist and Lee lifted you up, flipping you over so you could see your husband. Your hands braced you up and Steve's hands on your hips kept you steady.

Lee guided Steve's cock back into you, his other hand jerking his own cock. You watched his hand go up and down his long cock. Lee was bigger than Steve in all ways, and he always left you aching anytime he fucked you but you craved him. Wanting him to split you in two any chance he got.

His tip nudged against Steve's cock, pushing in slowly beside him. You gripped handfuls of the sheets beneath you, watching as he stretched you out further.

"Look at this greedy little cunt, pullin' me in. You see this, baby?" Lee groaned as he continued to push in inch by inch, "See how good you're doin', takin' all of me."

"Made for you," you said in a slurred voice, overwhelmed with pleasure to properly form words. 

"Exactly, little one. Made just for me," he snapped his hips forward, bottoming out those last few inches. You let out a shriek, which was cut short by Lee's hand wrapping around your throat. 

The two men slammed in and out of you, your slick allowing them to glide easily against each other, grunting as they fucked you. The only thing you could do was hold on and let them use you. 

Steve's hand slipped down through your curls, his middle finger finding your clit as he began to rub vicious little circles. Harder and harder until the coil snapped once more. You came hard, arousal gushing out around these cocks.

Neither of them lasted long after that. Steve came first, his hand gripping your hip tight as he shouted your name. Lee seemed to be holding out until Steve came, wanting to claim you last. His hand tightened around your throat, as he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Gonna fill you up, little one," he growled, "so full, you're gonna feel me drippin' outta ya for days."

You tried to nod, words escaping you as you tried to convey your need. With a final thrust, he moaned and came, shooting his thick ropes of cum into you, mixing with Steve's.

You must have blacked out somewhere around where they pulled out of you, and Lee began using his fingers to push back in cum that was escaping because the rest was a blur and you didn't come to until Lee had you tucked in bed. He kissed your forehead and began to leave.

"Daddy," you mewled and he shushed you, keeping you down as you tried to sit up.

"I'll be back, Toots. Just gonna show our guest out."

You nodded sleepily, snuggling back in.

"Sweet dreams, Laura," Steve said as he also kissed your forehead. If you weren't so tired, you'd have giggled at the sound of disgust Lee made, "Don't get antsy, Bodecker, I did get rid of her mother for you. The least you can do is let me kiss her goodbye."

"You got your dues, Kemp. Our debt is settled."

"Our debt isn't settled until every last bit of her is gone. She's a rather tough one to sell, something about her being a bit too hard to chew."

The words didn't make sense to you, almost as if you were dreaming them. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lee spat, "what else do you want?"

"Don't worry, Lee. I'm sure we'll be able to figure out a suitable arrangement. Maybe next time you'll let me take Laura out for the night."

@jobean12-blog

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#lee bodecker x you #sebastian stan #lee bodecker x reader #steve kemp #steve kemp x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fanfiction

[punemy-spotted]

WIP Wednesday: 16 Tons

It's Wednesday, my dudes, and therefore I'm getting in the spirit to share a new WIP... because I can.

Please enjoy a preview of a new Curtis Everett fic set in my Down Here, in this Valley universe. Featuring Miner!Curtis, a Witch!Reader, and a whole lot of Lore™

Warnings: discussions of death; a relatively brutal murder scene; burn scars; my limited understanding of how medicine works; exploitation of workers; the fic is dark because the content is; THIS IS A HORROR FIC; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (MIND THE TAGS)

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Curtis Everett is going to die. ‘Course, everything dies, eventually. Much as you loathed sittin’ through your daddy’s sermons, you knew the truth in ‘em — death is a prize every livin’ being, regardless of sapience or the desire to be, ought to aspire to. Death is the gift of all gifts, your daddy would proclaim from his bone-an’-antler pulpit, the final gesture of our loving Lord and Savior — an’ you, your sisters, your momma, your daddy an’ a few others your daddy claimed were kinfolk on his side were all the guides meant t’introduce all manner of worldly beings too blind t’understand just how precious that kinda oblivion was to the glory of that final, permanent end.

Still. Curtis Everett is going to die. Curtis Everett is going to die in your kitchen, his own pickaxe embedded in his chest, the final desperate pumps of his pierced heart pouring blood all over that pretty linoleum you didn’t actually like keepin’ in your kitchen an’ probably would tear up after you came to terms with never feelin’ like you could scrub away the remnants of him.

You watch it play out before you like you’ve done plenty of times before, the course of Curtis Everett’s life written in scars yet to be earned, bruises waiting to bloom on flesh that has known little more than the danger and dread of coal dust for as long as you have known him. You also watch him sitting in your clinic, for once not complaining as you finish cleaning and rewrapping the thankfully not festering burn he’d been dutifully letting you treat — per your own professional orders — for the past week-and-a-half, Looks like it’s healing nicely, but it’ll probably scar.

It’s not the first scar he’s earned in Snowpiercer, but it’s certainly not going to be the last. You’ve been counting down the months — and injuries — to that particular worry for a while. The ones you can help him avoid — the ones he listens to you about — you warn against, and the ones he can’t escape, you patch up. The same as you would anyone in Snowpiercer, being the company’s own doctor as you ar. Your momma’d scold you up, down an’ sideways if she knew what you were doin’ interferin’ with the predestined path of men as you watched ‘em struggle, suffer, an’ eventually succumb. But your momma wasn’t here to know, and even if she were, your momma’d never be able to understand just what sorta poison of a gift it was she’d saddled you with.

Death is a Rogers daughter’s birthright, even if they themselves were more often than not denied the majesty of its truest gift. You were not born into this life to die, but to be a guardian of it, to guide the walking dead makin’ their way beyond the borders of that ol’ Holler you’d been born in through the trials of judgment and that ultimate verdict. You were not, your momma would have reminded, meant to shield ‘em from the pains of life — an ‘the lessons to be gleaned from ‘em.

Anything you want me to do with it? Curtis Everett’s question breaks you out of your bitter ruminating, reminds you of the more pressing responsibilities you chose. You turn to watch him a moment, looking as if you might just need a moment to remember the exact instructions you ought to give for his wound care. Except that’s not what you give, is it? Instead, you look over Curtis Everett’s work-weary expression, the quiet dread in his eyes at the prospect of needin’ to manage yet one more thing, one more purchase at the Company Store, one more burden to bear, Just come by every evenin’, I’ll keep the coal dust outta them wrappin’s for you.

You know full well you’ll need to work late to take care of it… and clean the coal dust outta your clinic, but it’s better you than him — at least that’s what you tell yourself as Curtis Everett’s shoulders relax, relief flooding those work-weathered features you’ve almost started memorizin’ by this time, makin’ the sleep you will almost certainly lose tomorrow and the remainder of this week worth it.

It must always be worth it.

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett #snowpiercer #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #wip wednesday #au #down here in this valley #sixteen tons

[mc-park]

xiao fanfic idea (based on the 2.7 chasm quest)

REQUESTING FOR ANY BORED GENSHIN WRITERS TO WRITE THIS!!!

hello i dont have any energy to rewrite all my fanfiction ideas for this quest bc i made this long ass post abt it in detail but it didnt save and now i feel so hollow and numb. im going through every stage of grief right now, currently at stage 4, depressed.

all i ask is for xiao chasm content. please. i beg. SOMEONE, LITERALLY ANYONE PLEASE MAKE XIAO FOUND FAMILY CONTENT

and then put him through an indescribable amount of pain and turmoil as he fails to accept his yaksha friends are dead and faces the slow realization he has no family, other than zhongli, left.

please help me relieve some of this pain by reblogging or tagging your favorite writers in the comments and writing down your xiao x reader chasm ideas (also in the comments) for their inspiration ...ill join too once im done crying over all of my work disappearing

for now i'll just share a few of my daydreams at its most basic level and hope to god somewhere in the world a genshin writer will take this idea and bring it to life

(2.7 spoilers utc)

yaksha found family + reader witnessing all of it, being an outsider as another weaker yaksha.

where you, unaware of the suffering and pain that comes with the responsibility of being one of the five yakshas, hope to get an ounce of understanding for them like they do with one another, hoping to be part of what seems like a "family."

yearning to gain even a bit of that familial warmth, you glance over to observe them on the sidelines and smile at the sounds of their contagious laughter directed at xiao's now fully-painted face.

as years pass by, you watch in horror as each yaksha slowly succumbs to the darkness of their karma one by one, never returning to that bright family dynamic they forgot about.

finally, when xiao, the youngest of all of them, the only one remaining, tries to recover from the loss of valiant warriors he considered his siblings, you console him, experiencing a pain similar to his. both of you support one another awaiting the day you can reunite with the rest of the yakshas again.

this can really extend as much as it wants to starting off w wholesome shenanigans and then angst to possible hurt comfort or just you and xiao wailing in pain together. i love a good slow burn so thats my personal request, like each paragraph written above can be extended to a whole post and split up into a whole series, but really its up to whoever wants to take up my challenge to make it however they want.

xiao and reader dynamic:

in this case i feel like xiao bonds with reader where they feel this mutual emptiness but in different kinds of ways.

you feel alone in the world, you feel excluded from the rest of the yakshas, you long for something you don't have and haven't had in a long time, for that bond that effortlessly ties the five yakshas together. despite being surrounded by so many people you constantly feel like not one of them understands.

you want to be with anyone as long as it's someone. but you have no one. there are so many thoughts, feelings and emotions but there's no one to share them with no one who cares enough to listen. you wish for what the yaksha's have, the family they built on their mutual suffering and joys, where they all understand each others pain because they all share the same experiences.

you feel like no matter how kind or nice or strong and heroic you are or can train to be nobody thinks to call or ask anything of you, its this numbing feeling that prods in your chest at the loneliest and quietest of days, it's not like they're outwardly avoiding you, quite the opposite. they tell you to join, but however close you are to them you still feel distant, and when you part for your more meagre duties compared to their wider scale dangerous tasks, the rift between you and the family increases.

you don't feel upset, nor do you feel hurt, if anything you feel acceptance. it's normal. at times you feel gratitude; a warm feeling bubbling inside whenever they come to talk to you. happiness; whenever you see their doting towards one another, their dumb pranks and stupid jokes.

as an outsider, a weaker yaksha, you watch the adepti you've looked up to for so long from a distance and internally relish in the joy of their shared happiness.

whereas xiao is longing for something he's had before but can't do anything to get back, its this feeling of hopelessness and this agonizing need to go back to how things were, how he was before. he's distraught with the frustration and regret of not being able to get back what was lost and never being able to experience anything similar to it again. its sporadic. sudden. when the yaksha's slowly disappear, after years of investing in them from afar you end up feeling this way too, this same hole in your chest, this unshakable itch at the back of your mind that won't go away. the bond that you hoped to join, the joy you've observed for so long and the happiness you secretly chewed off of no longer exists.

now that you and xiao are the last yaksha left, perhaps you can form a new bond over your losses together.

THIS IS JUST FOR INSPO ON HOW TO WRITE THEM BTW!! do it literally however u want i just thought this would be really cool and emotional to write cuz like theres readers loneliness built up over the years and then theres xiaos mourning and that sudden period of grief and then the awkward sort of mutual sadness they feel in the end

family dynamic inspo:

xiao being the temperamental, more self centered youngest and bosacius acting as the more protective self-sacrificing eldest brother. followed by indarius (pyro yaksha) the second oldest almost mom-like, bubbly and loud friend, the walmart zhongli as the mediator, calm middle child and bonanus (hydro yaksha) as the second youngest, possessing a more timid, polite and shy aura.

a sample of how he may feel:

and when xiao is left alone, he tries to remember all his happiest memories with each of his friends. he longs for them, he longs for the past so much that it hurts. he wants to be his old self, to get rid of this aching loneliness but as each happy memory flashes by, he spirals into a deeper pit of sadness and activates this haunting feeling in his heart that feels like something is missing. recounting the memories of his loved ones, he swears that this will never happen to anyone close to him again. even at the cost of his own life. in the midst of his vulnerability, he unknowingly engrains that very same savior complex his leader, no, his brother bosacius once had.

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im sorry if there are grammar mistakes and stuff i rushed this really short idea bc i was busy trying to remember what i wrote before tumblr decided to reload and DELETE all of my work just bc it was in a silly goofy mood

ANYWAY SOMEONE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE A FIC ABT THIS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I WANT SOME OF THAT JUICY JUICY JUICY DELICIOUS LORE

STARVED XIAO LOVERS UNITE! PLEASE TAG ALL OF THE GENSHIN WRITERS YOU LOVE AND BOUNCE OFF OTHER IDEAS, NOT JUST THIS ONE, IN THE COMMENTS!!

or reblog if you want to see someone make this themselves.

#xiao #yelan #perilous trail #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact pain #genshin impact x reader #xiao angst #yanfei #kuki shinobu #itto #xiao fluff #xiao fanfic #xiao x reader #xiao hcs #genshin xiao #chasm #genshin 2.7 #the chasm #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin imagines angst #xiao genshin impact #xiao fic #xiao imagines #4nemo #5wirl

[the-creative-lounge-blog]

The Creative Lounge v2.0

While we continue to prepare the community for a full launch, I'll post a little more about what's different in this version.

The Creative Lounge is a Discord community of creators and lovers of different genres, crafts, and talents that, together, foster a positive creative environment.

A good portion of this community is dedicated to content creators who work with different mediums. That's by design. We inspire one another and often collaborate. I hope The Lounge makes it easier to do both!

There's also room in here to play. I'm arranging the ability to stream art and video games in here, as well as host virtual tabletop games (these adventures are fantastic fodder for art, animation, stories, and audio works)!

Art and storytelling have been part of the human experience since our beginnings. They withstand disease, war, natural and unnatural catastrophes, and most impressively, time. Be proud of what you contribute.

There have been some changes to the community rules (beneath the cut). Please review them while you wait for The Creative Lounge to launch!

Rule #1: Be Aware. This is a shared space. You must be at least 18 years old to join this server. Individuals from all places and all walks of life congregate here. The sharing of personal information (name, location, etc.) is discouraged. Don't share personal images of anyone under the age of 18.

Rule #2: Be Respectful. Any disputes between members ought to be resolved privately. Disruptive behavior is not tolerated! No racism, sexism, hate speech, trolling, abuse, spam, picking fights, harassment, etc. Direct and indirect threats towards any other person are strictly prohibited and will incur an instant ban. Avoid discussing sensitive topics (examples: religion, politics). Try to keep the conversation relevant to the channel you are in. This is a multi-fandom, multi-shipping community. Hate directed at fandoms, characters, or ships is not allowed. While age gap ships are welcome, teacher/student ships are not (if characters are portrayed as teacher and student in canon material, do not share fanworks of those ships here). Don't steal content, or ideas. Do not repost or share anything found here without the permission of that content's creator. When sharing content by others, they must be credited in your post. When sharing links to your content, ensure that it is thoroughly tagged in your post. Any NSFW content should be shared in the gated channels. No underage (less than 18 years old) or incestuous NSFW content (in ANY form, regardless of how brief it may be) is allowed in this server. Use tags and spoilers (if applicable) for “trigger warning” kind of content. Examples of warning tags: -Graphic depictions of violence -Character death -Rape/non-con/dub-con (A/B/O works are considered dub-con) Other things such as phobias, body horror, blood, etc, should also be tagged. If you would tag it on AO3 or a social media post, tag it here. If unsure, ask a mod for help!

Rule #3: Be Creative. This space was made so that content creators may meet and interact with each other and with fans of transformative works. It is encouraged (but not mandatory) to participate in Lounge events and challenges. Use this space to discuss your content and ideas, share tips, ask questions, etc.

Rule #4: Be Kind. This is meant to be a community. Remember to encourage and support one another. Visible support such as reblogging/retweeting, commenting, giving kudos, etc., ought to be considered part of being a Lounger. Do not simply use this server (or myself) as your marketing platform. Self-promotion is not only encouraged, but expected. However, when you promote your work, stick around to throw some support and encouragement at others.

#the creative lounge #lounge v 2.0 #artists #writers #animation #podcast #podfic #ttrpg #gaming #art sprints #writing sprints #multifandom #multishipping

[moviesludge]

I'll be doing gifs again in October. I feel like I've been posting reblogs regularly enough to where a heads up for gore probably isn't necessary, but here it is anyway.

I mentioned before that I'm posting categorical tags for grouping and sorting purposes on my stuff now. I don't know how useful any of it will really be to the people who require trigger warnings for certain kinds of images because of the kinds of tags I'm using, but if you can get anything helpful out of it, more power to you.

Regardless, I'm definitely of the opinion that the whole point of horror is to step into a safe space where you have a chance to face difficult concepts and images so that you can understand or overcome your fears and your trauma even if it's bit by bit.

There have always been types of content I've avoided because it just doesn't makes sense to me to present certain things as a gif. It's all personal preference I guess, but I don't think I'm missing anything by skipping those kinds of things.

The whole point of all of this is that it's FUN and it's Halloween month!!

[breezy-cheezy]

I just want to say it's been delightful watching you get into One Piece. It's been one of my main fandoms for years, but most of the people I was following who posted about it moved on to other things and I didn't have the energy to try to find new ones, so my dash has been pretty empty of it and I mostly just kept up with the anime/manga and not much else. Your enthusiasm for it, and all the art you've been posting and reblogging, has been a highlight of my days. I have a One Piece fanfic I've been trying to finish for years, and I've felt more like writing it in the past week or so than I have in a very long time (haven't actually managed it yet, but maybe soon, I hope). I'm glad you're having fun, and I can't wait to see you get farther in the series. <3

And *I* just wanna say how touching this message is!! 🥺 Thank you for sending this, I’ve been putting off responding because I was hoarding it like a dragon HAHA

I’m glad you’re enjoying the sudden OP onslaught! Part of me always worries, but it IS my blog and I enjoy slapping a bunch of funny pirates on my metaphorical fridge, glad you’re getting a kick out of it too! Perks of a media about as old as me too is that there’s sooooo much content to dig through, it’s very fun! Even if I suck at avoiding spoilers LOL (I will at least try to shield my buddy from spoilers as she also works her way through the manga at her own pace XD)

I hear ya on struggling to finish a fic for so long…for me, with new fandom comes new ideas and we’ll see if I can actually finish these, lmao. I’m glad to hear you’re inspired again! What’s the fic about, out of curiosity? 👀 If you feel like sharing that is!

Thank you, it’s been a VERY fun read, and I hope to watch some parts in the anime later! For now tho manga is easiest for me to consume, and the art is just really nice?? 1000+ chapters used to be so intimidating but now I find it’s hard to put the thing down X’’’’D One Piece good, found family got me good! I’ll be a bit more detailed under the cut real fast (I’ve been yelling at another friend on discord with regular manga updates but I will say this)

Isa don’t open the read more :> :

I just finished Thriller Bark arc and ooooooh boy that was a Time. Zoro you are insane *sobbing* HOW IS HE EVEN ALIVE

Usopp getting to use his anxiety/depression/negative thoughts as a strength against Perona was. SO funny yet SO vindicating, I love himmmmm-

Also the stuff with Brook is one of the things I feel I need to watch the anime on because!!! Music!!! That’s difficult to translate through manga, as pretty as the art is. Same for Chopper’s send off from Drum Island, I wanna see the pretty pink Sakura Blossoms!!!! But yea Brook made me cry. I remember really hoping Laboon would pop up again and BOY HOWDY let the skeleton see his baby whale again I beg….

I just hit the Sabody arc too and spotted Law for the first time! I already know his backstory (oops I’m nosey) and WOW HE’S A LITTLE SH*T HAHAHA funny greasy lookin man good to see ya X’’’D I also love Camie!! Kinda refreshing to see a female character getting to finally make the same (if not even MORE) whacky faces like the boys do hhdfhgjkdf you’re doing great sweetieeeee 😂 (also good to see Hachi again!!)

Also the intro to Celestial Dragons and slave trade is so. Man. This is VILE. The extent of horrors the Government will look away from because they’re Celestial Dragons doing the horrors. AUGH. Gross. The situation is revealed in a really neat way too, very engaging. Sooooo satisfying watching Luffy full on punch one CD in the face tho, BLESS. Love that funky lil dude. He really doesn’t care who you are, he can and WILL punch you if friends are threatened.

ALSO I do see Ace’s execution being set up in the bg. I know in a general sense what….happens to him. I don’t like it, let him out 😭

BUT YEA I’M HAVING ALOT OF FUN THANK YOU!!!!

#breezy babbles #breezy replies #anonymous #op #one piece #breezy reads one piece #wheeeeeee #this manga has made me laugh cry and also question Oda’s sanity on many occasions #seriously some bits are so bizarre I’m like this might as well happen sure #then others such a gut punch or heart warming or- #it’s got the range #they’re all so found family and stupid and good #love these funky pirates #thank you OPLA for grabbing my interest so strongly lmao #more reblogs to come for sure hhsdhjkgds #glad to provide it for your dash hahaha #good luck writing if you end up doing so!!!! writing is hard #I got a lot of ideas rattling around myself….but hrgh. school #-yells #HAVE A LOVELY DAY THIS MESSAGE MADE ME VERY HAPPY YOU ARE VERY SWEET