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propertyofkirishima · 6 months

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The Chainsaw Man

Haunted House Actor!Bakugou x Y/N

a/n: erm this one is kinda crazy. but anyways, happy halloween my loves! <3 i’m gonna have a toothache from all this candy lol ^_^ again, no spell check from me!

tw: knife play, chubby reader, non-con, reader calls bakugou sir and is a cry baby, thigh grinding, oral sex, etc.

it is only natural that katsuki bakugou likes halloween. after all, his favorite colors are orange and black. katsuki can be whoever he wants, dressing up in costume and disguising who he really is. but his favorite part about halloween was working at a haunted house.

yes, every friday and saturday night katsuki makes the drive to an old man’s house in the middle of nowhere. they set up a terrifyingly large horror maze. every turn was something new. an actor. a prop. a scene.

katsuki loved to make people scream. he would watch their faces morph into horror and laugh like a maniac. there was no greater satisfaction than seeing others horror at his hands.

the best part of it all was his certain character assigned to himself. leatherface from texas chainsaw massacre. but he skips out on the face, just so he can see the reactions perfectly. he wears his overalls and brings his chainsaw every night.

tonight was no different, except for the appearance of you. since sundown, you had been waiting in the long line. you and your friend clutched each other nervously as figures loomed in the darkness.

not only did the haunted characters live in the maze, but also the line outside of it. gates and long fences kept everything secret. you were in a state of paranoia and fear. you kept looking around you like a scared little girl, repeating curse words to yourself.

this clown had taken a particular interest in torturing you. it was almost like they could sense how terrified you were. they approached you, staring at you silently. you could barely see their eyes through the black and white face paint. their blonde hair glimmered in the low lighting, reminding you that they were indeed human, despite the massive polka dot clownsuit.

your big doe eyes stared back, mouth in a pout. the clown got closer, causing you and your friend to squeal. he laughed sinisterly, jumping at you to cause further horror. you screamed as he came right to your face.

“pretty little girl, so tasty. can i make you my treat?”

you nearly cried at the proximity of you and him.

“no thank you sir!!” you said anxiously

all of the sudden, a knife was to your throat. a fake one, but cold nonetheless. it all felt so real. you tried to reassure yourself that it was okay. none of it was really happening.

“no?” he sighed, withdrawing his knife. “what about your friend? she could be my treat.”

your friend only giggled. “get the hell away, you ugly ass bitch!”

her laugh cut the tension in the air. you giggled with her, holding her hand once again. the clown frowned, walking away. finally, back to reality.

“geez, man couldn’t take a joke!” you remarked

“typical.” your friend agreed

finally, the two of you were let in. everything was a blur as soon as you cut corners. new masks, fake blood, murder scenes. you screamed and screamed, clutching your best friends hand.

bakugou watched you run through. oh god. you were beautiful. his eyes started at the bottom and made their way up as he traced your figure. would it be so wrong if there was already a tent in his pants?

bakugou was supposed to wait silently to scare you. there was a queue that he would get from other actors on the scene. but he had a different plan for you.

he turned to his partner in crime. oh kiri. he was so kind. bakugou knew he would instantly give in. kiri wouldn’t allow bakugou to submit you to such torture that he was envisioning. but if bakugou could get you alone…

“hey kiri, i want this one. you take that other girl.”

kiri smiled mischeviously. “you got it bro!”

little did you know the horrors that you were about to receive.

your eyes darted around. it was dark, and your best friend was gone. you felt yourself panic even more.

your thighs jiggled and shook with every step. it made your thigh highs fall on one side, while the other clung to the middle of your thigh. he saw your little mini skirt, exposing nearly every inch of your skin. then your cute oversized cardigan which had completely fallen from your shoulder. and a tank top with a little bow that nearly had your boobs falling out.

it was eerily silent. you called out for your friend, with no response. you began to whine about where she had gone. even cursing the actors who got paid minimum wage to freak people out all night.

you felt around for something, or someone. it was too hard to see clearly. you needed something of substance so you could feel your way out. suddenly, you touched something warm.

oh god.

you let out an ear piercing scream as a chainsaw resounded through the midnight air. a flicker of light came from the chain saw through every rip. you could see his face. handsome, and eerily pleased with your reaction.

“god, has anyone told you that you look utterly delicious?”

“n-no sir!” you hiccuped, looking around for a way out. “w-where is my friend?”

“gone!” he said with delight

you began to run away from him, but he only chased after you like a mad man. you screamed and screamed until you couldn’t anymore.

just when you were sure you lost him, he had taken a shortcut you didn’t even know existed. all you heard was the knocking of his utility boots. his heavy breaths. the drag of his chainsaw. and that smell of kerosene.

“p-please stop sir! i need to find my friend!” you whined

you continued to run aimlessly in the darkness. anywhere but here. anywhere but where the chainsaw man was headed. this maze was seemingly endless, with random bursts of light. you hit the fences wall once again.

“no. no! NO!” you screamed

you beat against the wooden fence, even considering climbing it. however, it was completely flat. a spine chilling chuckle cut through the crisp air. you felt yourself begin to cry. closing your eyes, hot droplets of tears rushed down your face. you turned around to face him, yet you couldn’t open your eyes. it was far too scary.

you could feel his hot breath fan against your face. he positively towered over you. he was so tall. so big compared to you.

“pretty little girl. all alone.”

his hands reached out to caress your face. you sobbed as he caught your hot tears. the chainsaw man’s hands were freezing to the touch. he loved your tears so much that he tasted them. salty and delicious. it made him hungry.

“i almost feel sorry for you.” he chuckled. “but then again, who else would torture you as good as me?”

he ripped the chainsaw and let it run down the side of the barn next to you. you screamed and screamed, finally opening your eyes to see him. the chainsaw raked up and down, causing the sound of grinding against the metal. sparks flew from the chainsaw. this awful sound resounded continually through the air.

“you like that, pretty little girl?” he smiled

you cried as he eyed you. up and down. that smelly kerosene. the sparks. and the huge man in front of you. you were terrified for your life.

“n-no!! i’m so scared!” you replied

the chainsaw man smirked. he made you stand flat against the gates. inserting his knee between your legs, he only laughed harder.

“you should be, cry baby.”

you gasped as his knee made contact with your pussy. what was he doing? it almost made you forget his chainsaw.

“n-not a cry baby!” you exclaimed. “and what are you doing?!”

bakugou chuckled. your face was absolutely ruined, and he didn’t even fuck you yet. the tears that ran down your face caused black streaks of runny mascara.

“just trying to fucking ruin you. s’not that hard though, is it?”

you pouted. “you’re so scary! how could i not cry?”

he grabbed your chin, making you look into his eyes. strobe lights flickered as he gripped you. god, he was so handsome. his blonde hair stuck out in all directions. he wore thick eyeliner. and you could see that his muscles were nearly busting out of his flannel.

“not sure baby, but it fuckin turns me on.” he smirked

you gasped as he rocked his thigh back and forth. you moaned as he hit your sweet spot. why did you like this so much? it was so disgusting. anyone could catch you. and what about your best friend? she needed you.

“n-no! please stop sir!” you whined

bakugou shook his head. “uh uh little cry baby. need to see you scream again.”

“but i can’t!! need to find my friend…please let me go sir! i’m so scared and i need her!”

bakugou almost felt sorry for you. you were so fucking pathetic. i mean, after all he was just an actor. and there was no way his chainsaw could actually hurt you. he would never pierce your precious skin.

“poor thing. you almost convinced me. but if you really want to, i need two things from you.”

you nodded your head quickly. “yes sir! anything sir!”

“give me your number, and suck me off.”

your big doe eyes blinked into his. “you’re kidding me, right?”

bakugou smirked. “no. unless you want me to kill you? or you wanna try running away again? i’ll have my friends catch you next. then we can all take turns torturing you. would you like that?”

you shook your head. “no sir, i wouldn’t wanna do that.”

his dropped his chainsaw in favor of his hands squishing your waist. “mmm fuck. i fuckin love chubby girls. you’re so soft, my pretty little cry baby.”

the chainsaw man continued to rock his knee. your pussy was so warm. he wanted to feel how wet and sticky you were. he needed to taste your pretty cunny. he was sure that it would be so sweet. the perfect treat for him.

he unbuttoned your cardigan. you whined as the cold air reached your shoulders and tits. bakugou chuckled. fuck, you were so pretty. he loved your tits already.

“y-you like chubby girls?” you said, face red with shame

the chainsaw man removed his thigh from your pussy. you whined, gripping his arms so as to not fall. he watched your boobs shake and bounce and your feet hit the ground.

“fuck yeah!” he smirked. “i mean fuck, i wanted to eat you as soon as you walked through my part of the maze.”

you felt his cold hands palm your tits. the chainsaw man was very needy. yet you didn’t mind. you liked his threats and the way he was so hungry for you. you lifted your tank top down to expose your black lacey bra.

“just for me, little one?” he asked. “you shouldn’t have!”

“w-wasnt for you sir. this guy was s’posed to come with me…b-but he bailed. m’not his type, i guess.”

bakugou frowned. “you’re so fuckin beautiful. any man who doesn’t like you is stupid. i mean fuck, i got hard as soon as i saw those thighs.”

you giggled. “thank you, sir! i’m almost less scared of you.”

“oh baby, you should be terrified.” he replied easily

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. your jaw dropped as he cut into your tank top. he pulled the knife slowly down, cutting it in half. your tank top was tattered, falling away from your supple skin.

the chainsaw man used the dull side of the knife to tease you. he dragged the cold metal up and down your stomach. you gasped out of fear.

“p-please stop sir!” you whined

he chuckled as he continued to tease your tummy. you were so soft and cute. the perfect little squish to rest his head. or play with his knife. he poked your skin slightly, causing a little blood to get on the knife. you yelped in pain.

“sir! please! i don’t like it!”

you began to cry again. he was just an actor. why was he actually hurting you? albeit, it wasn’t much of cut, more like a nick.

“you don’t like it, pretty girl?” he licked your skin. “i fuckin love it!”

little tears dripped down your face. you needed to distract him before things got worse. “c-can i suck you now?”

bakugou dropped his knife. you saw his tongue lick his lips and flash his pearly white teeth at you. a deep chuckle sounded, causing shivers down your spine.

“yeah baby, get on yer fuckin knees.”

he smirked, pushing your shoulders down. you gasped as your knees buckled to the muddy ground. you knew your socks were ruined, as well as your shoes. now you’d have to take a shower and wash away all this icky dirt.

you looked up at him, tears flowing from your eyes. bakugou wiped them from your face, “pretty girl, no need to cry. you got to take care of me, don’t you?”

it was sick, but you loved it. his honey tone contrasted with his evil intentions. all he was doing was manipulating and using you. though you knew those things, you didn’t get up and run. in fact, you were almost excited.

“y-yes sir!” you agreed. “can you take your overalls off, please?”

what bakugou revealed was the body of a god. and he had asked you for your number? your friends would think you sick for agreeing, but he was just so fucking hot. and on top of that, he wanted you. you, out of all people in the maze.

he slapped your face with his cock, bringing you back to reality. “look at me, little one.”

you opened your mouth instinctively, peering up with your big eyes. bakugou twitched against your cheek. you saw the edges of his mouth curl up into a sinister smile. he began to drag his dick all over your face, making you wet with precum. you closed your eyes, sticking your tongue out for him to use. bakugou groaned as he covered you with his stickiness.

“that’s a good fuckin girl. you ready to take it?”

you nodded. he chuckled as you got closer, sticking your face near his stomach. you clutched his muscular thighs as he plunged down your throat.

you gasped as his thick cock forced its way down. you could barely breath as you tasted him. but you loved being full. you loved the feeling of him using you. you moved your head up and down, listening to the way he grunted as he hit the back of your throat.

“fuck, this isn’t your first time is it? you little whore.”

he clenched the back of your head and rammed your skull into his stomach. you choked and gasped for air as he quickly pulled out. instinctively, you spat out all the saliva and pre. you began to cough as you knelt to the ground. but bakugou wasn’t having that.

“get up, my little cry baby. you’re not done yet.”

you pouted, pre running down your lips, neck, and chin. bakugou watched it drip between your cleavage. he knew where he was cumming.

“what’s your friend gonna say?”

you giggled, a little out of sorts. “i’m fucking crazy!”

bakugou began to laugh too. “you are fuckin crazy. lettin a stranger use your throat like this.”

you began to lick up and down his cock. bakugou sucked in his breath as you swallowed his tip. you played with his silt with your tongue, licking up and down. he shivered as you hit his sweet spot repeatedly.

he tried to put his hands on your head, but you just swallowed down. he grunted out as he watched your mouth go up and down on his cock. swallowing, then retreating, and swallowing again.

“mmmf, pretty girl.”

your doe eyes looked up at him. face ruined with tears and make up stains. cum all over your neck and chest. bakugou loved it. he felt himself twitching more and more.

you went faster as you felt him twitch. bakugou bit his lip and felt his toes curl in his boots. you were so good at what you did. pre released more and more from the tip. you loved the taste.

“yeah baby, i’m fuckin close!” he grunted

you went all the way down his cock, swallowing him to the base. he was so huge. bakugou watched your lips wrap his entire cock. he reached down to touch your throat, completely full with his fat cock you felt yourself choke, and quickly went back.

bakugou suddenly pulled out. you whined from loss of contact, but watched as he jerked off. you realized he wanted to jerk off all over you. closing your eyes, you left your mouth open to swallow his cum.

bakugou moaned, shooting his seed into your mouth, down your chin, and in between your tits. he watched the milky white liquid spread and race down. you used your finger to pick it up from your chin, licking and swallowing.

he fixed himself, then leaned down to help you. he spread the cum into your skin, making sure you’d smell just like him. bakugou kissed you silly, all around your face and lips, despite his cum.

bakugou pulled your fuzzy cardigan up onto your shoulders. he carefully buttoned it up, helping you to your feet.

“i still want your number, beautiful. if you’d let me have it?”

you smiled. “okie, give me your phone!”

you typed in your number, taking a photo of yourself for his phone. bakugou was going to definitely use that later for *purposes* because you could still see some of his cum and your absolutely ruined makeup.

bakugou watched your cute little face light up as he kissed your cheek. “do you want me to help you out?”

oh god. you forgot you were even in the maze. blinking for a few moments, you registered what he said. “oh, yes! what’s your name?”

“i’m the texas chainsaw man, baby.”

THE END

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oweninadaydream · 2 months

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 || 𝐂𝐇.𝟏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Hangman is the certified ladies' man and everyone thinks they can read him like a book, but what neither the Dagger Squad nor anyone else can even begin to imagine is where the hell Jake has been going every Saturday night for the last few months…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x male!character

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : mentions of alcohol, some making out but nothing too smutty, emotional distress lmao, age gap relationship (27-35), some religious trauma, self-deprecating thoughts, post Top Gun : Maverick, the Dagger squad is stationed together.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2k

𝐚/𝐧 : Gif by @tay-swifts , M/N (Male Name). Hello beautiful people!!! I'm so exited about posting this project I've been working on for a while. I just wanted to say that since it's my first time writing for Jake this might be a bit OC Jake but I do hope I got it right hehe. Enjoy the fic and stay tuned for the next parts!!!

It was well after midnight when Jake arrived at the club’s entrance. The throbbing bass emanating from inside made the whole building shake, making his mind wonder what it would be like to live on top of such an obnoxiously loud place, contrasting with the quietness of the accommodations the Navy offered. The reflection of the neon sign reading “Mon Ange” turned his natural olive-toned skin into a vivid dark azure that matched perfectly with the baby blue in his eyes. The smokers (all with stamps on their hands) were all gathered some feet away from the door to get back in after dragging a final puff from their cigarettes. The queue was not very long, mainly because everyone who was meant to be there had arrived way earlier than him. He reprimanded himself for getting there so late ; in less than two hours the nightclub would shut its doors and Jake would feel like he wasted four hours of his life for nothing. Well, his journey would not be in vain if he caught a glimpse of-

“Jake”

This was L.A, a city 118 miles away from the Marine Corps Air Station located in Miramar, which is a two-hour long drive away from everything he knows. He had to remind himself of those facts to avoid spiraling at the sound of his name in such a place; he hated how his body kept reacting to these kinds of situations, but not even a skilled lieutenant like himself could take the reins of these unnamed emotions that coursed through his entire being.

"What are you doing here by the door? I was worrying about you not showing up today, I was just about to send a search party. C'mon , let's grab a drink. Perhaps I can even convince you to dance this time" A wide playful smirk accompanied the flirty comment exquisitely and, even though Jake was more than used to these antics, his heart skipped a beat. Trying to compose himself, he answered while staring at the concrete floor.

"I don't belong on that dance floor and y'know it, darlin' "

“Oh don’t say that, the 30s are the new 20s! … Even if you’re not planning to dance, you must’ve driven all the way over here for something, right?”

The damn question hit him like a truck. He could try to think of the right answer, but putting something into words made it terrifyingly real, and that was exactly what he'd been avoiding for months. The breeze made them both shiver, as the party outfits didn’t properly protect them from the chilly weather.

“You're right” he muttered “Okay, lead the way. Make it worth the while, mh?" he teasingly replied. Even if what he was doing was definitely outside of his comfort zone, something about the constant banter between them calmed him.

"Don't you always have an amazing time with me? I thought that was why you only talk to me" a fake pout appeared on the face which Seresin couldn't help but to stare intensely in awe. Their hands intertwined and the pilot quickly melted into that comforting touch. His companion briefly exchanged some words with the bouncer and the doors opened for them.

"Thankfully it was Joseph working tonight, I don't think Marcus would have let you in for free just like that" “I’m sure you would've charmed him into doing whatever you wanted anyway”

The thick air of the room embraced him as soon as the doors closed and the familiar feeling appeared in the pit of his stomach almost instantly; it seems like it was yesterday when he first stepped into the nightclub he now knows like the back of his hand, but in reality, that day was what it feels like ages ago. Still, the contradictions that manifested within him every time he returned persisted and only grew each day.

“I’ll go to the bar while you stay here and look pretty, okay? Same drink as always?”

It was because of moments like these that Hangman felt comfortable enough to let his guard down and be his usual extroverted self. Grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further, he raised his voice so his words could be heard even though the music was top volume. “ Don’t you even dare to try to pay for those drinks, they’re on me.”

“Here it is, the Texan charm of Jake Seresin. I didn’t know you could apply those rules to this situation. Are you trying to imply I’m the girl in this whole affair? Shouldn't we at least draw lots for it?”

"Very funny, M/N'' the hostility that emanated from his rolling eyes made the other man realize his comment had affected Jake on a deeper level than intended. “Hey I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t hav- I know it’s a touchy subject and I’m extremely sorry, please forgive me” the regret was visible in his expression and it also could be detected in the stuttering caused by the words rushing their way out of his mouth trying to obtain his forgiveness as fast as possible. Jake took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second.

Hangman was no saint, he didn’t go to church every Sunday or tried to look for a good christian wife to have kids with like his father did in his day. He knew God was not exactly pleased with the way he was running his life but he used to think that when the time came, He would welcome him with open arms (after having apologized profusely, that is). But now that he had fallen for the most vile trick in the book, he couldn't trust that previous statement anymore. Lust was a capital sin, pretty serious if you asked any priest from the church the Seresin family attended back in Texas, but sodomy? Say goodbye to eternal salvation, son. If Jake was being honest, the promise of heaven or the threat of hell didn't scare him. It was the destruction of all the life lessons that made him act the way he acted, of his purpose as a son, as a man. The thing that truly haunted him at night was the thought of a deity (and his father) designing him to be this flawless individual with a very clear life path , only to end up as a filthy, disgusting f-

“Hey, are you okay? Would you like me to leave you alone for a bit?”

The thought of M/N walking away while he sank deeper and deeper in the sea of guilt and fury frightened him. “Please don’t” he begged “everything’s fine, I promise. Let’s down a couple shots and , who knows, maybe I’ll be in the mood to dance for a bit” the last comment was a futile attempt to hide the everlasting agony that clouded his mind. M/N moved so they were a few inches away and raised his hand to caress his cheek. His next step consisted in resting his arms around his shoulders and starting kissing him delicately in the neck and in the whole face in general, in hopes to kiss the discomfort away.

How could something so delicate and sweet be so dirty? Was it even dirty to begin with? What about the women he had dated? He was attracted to them but now he- Too many questions Jake was not willing to answer that night. He only wanted one thing, and he was about to claim it.

After regaining control of himself, Jake put his right hand on the younger male’s back to guide him to the counter where people were piling up fighting to get the barman’s attention. Being as attractive and well-built as he was, he obtained the alcoholic beverages rather quickly. After the last drop of tequila had made its way down their throats, Hangman took control and led him onto the dance floor. His mind was only filled of the smell of M/N’s cologne mixed with his natural scent enhanced by their bodies crashing against each other while swaying to the 2000s pop remixes, his eyes fixed on his partner’s hypnotizing movements and his hands focused on feeling what they can reach, testing if they can go further in their journey through M/N’s body. Jake was simply standing close and moving according to the song's beat but in a subtle way, just like he would do at the locals he frequented with his coworkers ; manly enough to keep his dignity intact but provocative enough to awake that lustful hunger in the other person’s soul.

‘Mon Ange’ had finally closed down and the two men were still all over each other on the angelino streets. The tingle settling in his chest could only be compared with the adrenaline rush he had previously experienced on those wild nights spent in college, the farewell by the porch of the first girl he had taken on a date or the night out after his first deployment; if he closed his eyes he could swear he was 20 again, but reality made sure to remind him of those fifteen more years that had passed.

M/N had this juvenile thing about him, Jake couldn’t guess confidently his age from afar and his curiosity was finally satiated after befriending him and asking him about it directly ; he was 27, even though he looked some years younger. His bold character combined with his kindness and humor made M/N resemble a butterfly flying around collecting the pollen from every flower in the garden and making it seem effortless. That was one of the many things that hooked Jake on him as if he were the most addicting drug out there, making him throw away his plan of not getting attached and limiting this experience with sporadic hookups that would end then and there, never with the same person twice. That was the problem, he appeared and started moving his hips to some song, making the whole room turn around him and ever since then (even if Jake was still in denial), he was a goner.

The next thing he knew, he was laying down on M/N’s bed, a king size mattress close to a very big window that allowed him to take in the beautiful sight of the sleeping city. He had only been to the apartment twice, but he had always left before the sun had made its appearance in the sky, moved by remorse and skepticism. This time though, he had stayed the whole night that was filled with passionate sex and heart to heart conversations and finally some cuddling that lured him to rest for a while. Now he was wide awake, sitting against the headboard, resting his eyes on the sunrise and on the slumbering figure facing him. He looked so calm, so peaceful. In that moment, turning his gaze away, he tried to repress a sob that came with a single tear falling through his left cheek.

M/N had always known he was queer, embracing his bisexuality in childhood. Jake had never had any problems with people who were not straight, even if the people around him growing up did, but everything was different when it came to himself. For fuck’s sake, he was closer to being 40 than from his teenage years, what was he doing? He could only paralyze at the idea of anyone seeing what he was doing. It was definitely too late for him. Risking his life everyday up in the sky felt like a minor burden compared to the endurance of the dilemmas he carried with him everywhere, just like Christ had carried the cross all the way to Calvary.

He could feel himself falling for the person right next to him, and that was the worst thing that had ever happened to Lieutenant Jacob Seresin. His calloused hand cupped M/N’s soft face, making the other man lean in closer in search of that delightful warmth. Jake’s lips burned in desperate need to say something out loud. His heart started palpitating at a dangerous speed, as he knew the thing trying to escape from his mind was a cruel thing to say and that he was a horrible being just by thinking that. It was no one’s fault and it had no solution, yet the idea popped up in his mind like an unwanted ad appearing on your phone. His chest ached at the possibility of M/N hearing the words, so he tried to whisper as quietly as it was humanly possible.

“I wish you were a girl”

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alotofpockets · 1 year

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Your own stunts | Florence Pugh

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Prompt: “You can’t scare me like that, okay?”

Warnings: staged fight scenes, injury, stunt gone wrong.

masterlist | marvel masterlist | Words: 1038

You loved doing your own stunts, to the extent you were able to of course. And next to your own abilities, there was the limit that was allowed by your agency and the set. Something about the adrenaline you felt while flying through the air and doing all these cool tricks, was so amazing. You loved it when you got to portray characters that were a bit more on the rough side, just so you could do all the fun stunts.

Today you were on set filming the big fight scene of the new movie you were working on. You played a character with superpowers, as did your costar who played the enemy, safe to say it was going to be an epic fight. The two of you had practiced this scene about a thousand times, along with the choreographers, stunt team, stunt doubles and the directors. Everything had to be executed well in order for the fight to work.

Your girlfriend Florence came to visit you on set, she was excited to see the scene you've been talking about for months and have practicing in the living room come to life. "5 minutes" was announced over the speakers, that was your queue to make your way to your mark. "I love you, Flo, thank you for being here today." You said before giving her a quick kiss. "I love you too, darling. You're going to do amazing."

The day started with filming the hand-to-hand ground fight, it was all going well. You had to shoot the same scene a couple of times, making sure to get all the angles that were needed. About an hour later you had a face full of fake blood, and the make-up team had also made your hands look like they’re been punching someone for real. The floor part of the fight was all done, meaning you could move on to the fun stuff.

The crew helped you and your costar into your harnesses, and you were ready for the next part. The part that involved you and your costar to throw each other around the room and what not. It was all going great until you got stuck on one of the stunts, shooting it over and over again because it didn’t look right. Your coworker had to throw you into a wall, but the ropes made it so you would be pulled back too soon to hit the wall. They decided to slowly give the ropes more slack, so you’d move back more, actually hitting the wall.

It worked, you managed to get closer to the wall each time, but it still wasn’t enough. The team gave the rope some more slack, and you got ready to be thrown again. This time you managed to hit the wall, but way harder than you were supposed to. There was too much slack in the line, which made you actually slam into the wall. Your back collided with the wall and your vision went dark for a moment. Feeling your body slide down the wall in slow motion and landing on the floor with a thud regained you your vision.

Everyone was by your side in seconds, they were all very worried for your safety. “I’m okay.” You said with a small voice, your breathing not yet back to normal. “I’m not taking any chances, we’re going to let you get checked out at the hospital. That was a hard hit and you look a bit pale. The stunt director helped you up and right away Florence was on your other side. Together they walked you over to the car. The director called it a day and told everyone to get some rest, and then followed you to the hospital.

They did all kinds of checks at the hospital, they made you follow a light and took some CT-scans of your back, making sure everything looked normal. Florence was sitting by your side holding your hand, while waiting for the results. The director and the stunt director sat on the other side of your room, you had told them to sit after they continuously apologized for what happened. It wasn’t their fault, they were being cautious and not giving too much slack, you encouraged them to add more.

When your doctor walked in they all stood up to hear the news. “Your scans are all clean, y/n. You’re free to go home.” Everyone was relieved, but no one was as relieved as Florence, who hugged you tighter than she ever has. “You can’t scare me like that, okay?” She whispered in your ear, not yet ready to let go. “I promise.”

After a couple days of rest, you got back onto set, ready to start filming again. Florence joined you again, because she was scared you were going to get hurt again, even though you promised that you were going to be more careful. When you came in everyone came over to hug you and ask you how you were doing, happy to have you back on set again. After your fair share of greetings you walked up to the director, “Can I see what happened?” He knew you were referring to the moment you hit the wall and asked for the scene to be pulled up. No one had watched it back yet, feeling like it was disrespectful in a way.

The scene played, you flinched at the moment you hit the wall and you see your own eyes glass over. It was kind of scary seeing it happen second hand. You ask to watch it again, now that it will be slightly less shocking to see. “You know, this is probably the best shot we took of the fall. Can’t we just use this? It looks super realistic.” The director laughs, “Are you forgetting that it looks realistic because it actually happened?” You share a short laugh with him, “Yeah, I know. I’m serious though, can we use this?” He considers it for a moment. “I’m going to have to talk to legal about this first, but I’ll let you know. Now let’s move on to some less intense scenes and we can get back to this one later on.”

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#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florencepugh #florence x reader #florence #florence pugh x female reader #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh fc

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what i love most about dungeon meshi airing weekly is that people are writing pretty in depth analyses about each of the characters and the specific interactions of the episode of the week that i always look forward to reading for potential layers to characters i might have missed or for seeing that i wasnt wrong in the readings i did have of those things

a little dungeon meshi spoiler for things that havent appeared in the anime yet in the keep reading below

one i'm personally looking forward to is everything surrounding the shapeshifter chapters/episodes

discussions on how laios' interests saved them in such a unique way

and i'm also looking forward to discussions on whose memories created which fake and what that says about how they view eachother.

like the fakes laios creates all being physically and on a personality level nearly identical to the real ones is such an interesting thing that isnt fully explored because they are found out as fakes at the beginning simply because of the equipment missing some details

and i think this also has a larger implication for why he worked so well as a leader to his party. for better and for worse he sees his party members for who they are on face value, sure it makes him worse at picking up on social queues but it also shows the respect he has for each party member's skills and individuality. which is reflected in that he WAS able to tell the real ones from the fake ones, even of senshi who was new to the party, but despite being right for all of them he wasn't gonna take a chance incase he was wrong about the fakes. his confrontation with toshiro has made laios more self conscious about no longer assuming his intuition being correct.

and i think this also plays an important role in why the jaded chilchuck stuck around after the initial party disbanded. like beyond him being paid in advance he knew laios respected his skills as a professional and that laios would not ask more of chilchuck than what he was paid to do.

chilchuck actively campaigns for half-foots to be viewed as equals and with respect despite other races typically viewing them as young and immature like the way marcille and senshi's fakes of him look like. and to find someone that does properly give him that in laios is huge

#dungeon meshi

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eldritch-collective · 3 months

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[image id: a looping gif of Rain World Gourmand performing a power jump by throwing a spear and rock to get from the right ledge to the left ledge, almost backflipping in the process. end of id.]

Hello there! I wanted to make an anonymous MOGAI and LIOM blog to post stuff whenever I want to and maybe take some requests if I like it a lot!

My pseudo name is Service! If you'd like my pronouns, I use He/They/It/Angel and many other pronouns in general! I am physically and mentally disabled, neurodivergent, and plural. My spoons fluctuate due to being a systemmate within a very active system.

Stuff I'm likely to make for myself are pronouns, genders, plural terms, modifer terms, and bases for edits! I enjoy coining, flag designing, icons, emoji edits, and likely other stuff for requests! So that's likely what I end up posting most! I am completely open to whatever SFW to Suggestive and Graphic range in terms of requests and will properly tag. More info below! Feel free to promo!

Let me know if you wish to be untagged! @neopronouns @narcette @genderstarbucks @sugar-and-vice-mogai

I specialise in Fandom, Spiritual, Philosophical, Music, and more terms. I mostly focus on fandom and other special interests and hyperfixations. However, I love doing brutal and bloody terms, flags, and edits!

I have permission to do Traitians, Claseans, Damascean, and Voxus terms made by @flagmeanew (18+), as the mods have said the blog is now inactive.

My tags will be literal (i.e. flags will be labeled as flags) and I will provide image id's! If my id's are not sufficient enough, please let me know! My non-content tag will be "service.exe" and asks tag will be "askservice.exe".

I hold my judgement for the most part with requests, but I will lay out what I won't do! I refuse to do IRL people, Illegal and Unsafe content, Unsanitary, Known Trans/Homo/Queerphobic or other generally Hateful Creator Media, Potentially Dangerous or Harmful terms, and anything I personally do not experience (such as I am white and will not feel comfortable coining terms involving race).

If I decline a request, I'll post it for others to do! If I delete and do not post your request, it is likely because it's triggering for me or not appropriate for my blog.

My goal is to be as open as possible on this blog. Such as I reclaim slurs associated with my experiences. However, I am willing to listen and right my wrongs. I will post possibly triggering media, so please be sure to have any fandom or other media tags blocked already as I will be using fandom tags like "(fandom)" or "(content) tw" after the primary tags.

How I coin is that I often use my own heritage and culture that I grew up with! I usually use a mixture of Latin, Gaelic, and Nordic roots. I can technically do ones that are not ones I'm personally familiar with, but please include the roots you have in mind if you want me to use a different root!

Short QNA-ish to give more basic information: 1. This is a real blog. I am not trolling, making satire, nor creating this to fake my experiences. This is genuine and meant for fun for myself in self expression. 2. I do everything on desktop and use Clip Studio Paint EX, but a good free alternative is GIMP. 3. I may or may not queue as I post immediately after done sometimes or just queue it up when I have multiple ideas. 4. Since I'm sorta new to the community in regards to creating, I will be slow with responding since I have day-to-day things to take care of. 5. I do not have an explicit list for refusals in requests, so please be respectful if I do not do your request. I simply just want to create without restrictions on myself. 6. I do not have a DNI, but I will block if I find you to make me uncomfortable or are found to be against my boundaries. 7. I am okay with my terms being posted on Wikis, just provide credit and link back to me! 8. Spam likes and reblogs are fine! 9. I am all for systems of different origins (such as endogenic and more), mspec people, and have a lot of positive opinions about the communities I wish to participate in, even if not always active! I refuse to be exclusionary without good reason (i.e. I will believe in good faith first and foremost). 10. If I mistag something or you need a tag added, please let me know! I'll correct it as soon as I can! (This goes for incorrect, incomplete, or missing image id's as well!) 11. Gif on this post is from Rain World's Miraheze Wiki on Gourmand's wiki page. Icon is the second fight form of Gabriel from ULTRAKILL on the simplified Breathknightclasean flag. Header and Blog backgrounds are gifs made by industrial---complex on Tumblr. 12. This can and WILL update as time goes on since I am still learning the environment of the community due to having been inactive personally with the community.

#mogai #liom #kinfolk #plural #therian #system #alterhuman #nonhuman #otherkin #service.exe

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noroi1000 · 5 months

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Hello! Hello! Can I have matchup if it’s open?

I would like a Jjk male matchup. Let’s start with the basic:

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw, Aquarius and a Type 6 when it comes to anagrams. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I sometimes follow the rules and can be serious if I wish to be but normally I like to goof off and break rules, adrenaline rushing through my body is just a different feeling I can’t explain. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I’m not that good at describing personality but here are a few kins if it is helpful : Navier, Mikasa, Regulus Black, Annabeth, Shinobu, Shoko ( Jjk), Geto etc.

Looks: I’m slightly chubby and have a pear body shape. Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. My clothing always consists of a dress of some sort.

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking, Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance , Name hunting, Pinterest and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Slow Walkers, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Coffee, Snow and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like.

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

I hope this is enough information

Sorry you had to wait so long! I had it in the editing queue and completely forgot because I had your matchup in another note.

I think your matchup is Itadori Yuji

I chose you a boy with a sunny smile.

Not everyone has to be the same for someone to fit together. Just like your case. You are not identical, but you have something in common.

Yuji calls himself stupid. But his wisdom is also demonstrated in other ways, not only as intelligence on basic topics. He is intelligent and strong. But he keeps telling himself he's stupid. He would like to constantly put others above him. He cares about someone more than himself. This is where his social intelligence shows. Seeing that someone deserves help. Seeing that only he can help in some way. And coming up with an idea so that no one gets hurt.

For some time he had clearly known that there was death and life. He didn't paint life as the most beautiful and perfect. There is everything in the world that people would not want. He became a positive realist. Life is cruel and you can't pretend otherwise. But you should focus on what can make you smile, right?

It cannot be denied that he is a sociable person and tries to establish a common language with everyone who is closer to him. He never wanted enemies. But he doesn't like people who are fake and mean. But they are part of the real world. Wanting to lead a carefree life and not have to look at the horrors, he cannot forget about everything that ensures safety and happiness. Rules can be broken. If these are the rules that make you unhappy. If you're safe even if you break it, what do you have to worry about? The most important thing is that nothing bad will happen.

He will do everything necessary to make his loved one smile.

Yuji doesn't like idleness or anything slow. He has so much energy that cannot be exhausted. Anyone could be tired or bored. But he still doesn't lose his energy and will run around like a playful puppy. That's why whenever you want some wild experience that will make your heart beat so fast, you can count on him to go with you. First of all, he will go with you so that you don't go alone. Secondly, he will go with you to know that you are safe and sound and will return home. Third, he will go with you to have some fun.

When it comes to volume, he can be really loud. But you can turn his volume knob to make him quieter. Once he senses that you don't feel comfortable with loud sounds, he will turn it down as much as you want.

As I mentioned, he has a lot of energy. With it you won't be bored, and there won't be anything monotonous and slow. Perhaps he will want to have a little competition with you? But knowing your passion for winning and being the best, he will definitely let you win just to see your smile. He could pretend to be the person with the worst results just to keep you happy.

He is addicted to everything you like. He likes almost everything. There is nothing he hates. He will adapt to any food and activity. He is so flexible in the relationship that he can be anything.

Best friend and beloved.

His favorite love is certainly spending time together and touching.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #yuji itadori

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mayfieldss · 2 years

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Fake - Isaac Lahey | Part three

series masterlist!

Warnings: fluff, angst, soft Isaac my fave

AN: I completely forgot to queue this post so it just sat in my drafts for weeks. Sorry it's short.

The game came soon enough and as darkness fell over beacon hills you situated yourself in the stands, ready to watch the game. Isaac was somewhere below getting ready with the team for what would hopefully be a good night, and for a while you let yourself wonder what he might be thinking. Then you thought about where Allison would be. She had to have come to the game, she always did, and soon you found your eyes wandering the crowds for her. You looked for her dark hair, and perfect smile, a real life snow white, and soon enough you found her, walking through the stands with Lydia and her father, Chris Argent. You watched them until they sat down, before pulling your eyes away and hoping Isaac played his best tonight.

When the teams ran onto the field loud cheers echoed around you, matching your own as you applauded the players running out in Beacon hills colours. You couldn't have stopped it if you tried, the widest grin erupting on your lips at the sight of Isaac running out with the rest of the team. When he glanced up to the bleachers you waved, before gesturing in the direction of Allison, trying not to seem suspicious to those surrounding. He looked her way for a mere second, before he caught your gaze again, prior to getting into position on the field.

When Isaac scored his first goal you cheered louder than you ever thought possible, most likely earning stares from the people beside you, who seemed less enthusiastic about the game. Isaac must have heard you, or perhaps he just wanted to find you in the crowd, because when you locked eyes with him, he winked. It took you by surprise, making you laugh as you cheered for him again and as the game progressed you watched both Isaac and Allison carefully, waiting to note down any longing glances or meaningful stares. Allison was in fact interested in Isaac's performance, eyes on him throughout the night from what you could catch. But Isaac, never seemed to look her way.

As the game came to a close, after many, many minutes, Beacon hills were one point behind. You had fallen silent long ago, watching in anticipation and waiting for the whistle to blow. Everything was going so fast that it was hard to understand, but as cheers swelled over those around you, you realised that Beacon hills had the ball. And the closer you looked, you realised that Isaac was carrying it home. The seconds counted down and you were sure Isaac wouldn't make it, no one could score a goal in such a short amount of time—but perhaps Isaac sensed your doubt, because he looked up at you then, giving a simple nod, the smuggest of smiles on his face. And just like that—how it happened you didn't know—Isaac had scored. Beacon hills had won and you were on your feet faster than lightning, cheering with the rest of the crowd.

When Isaac saw you running to him, he felt more alive than ever before. Nothing could compare to the sight of your smile, the sound of your excited cheers, and the way you jumped into his embrace, telling him how proud you were. He was still sweating from the game but you didn't seem to care, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck in the biggest hug Isaac had ever known. His heart was still racing from the sport, but even more so now as Isaac held you tightly, smiling into your shoulder as you laughed.

"You scored the winning goal!"

You were overjoyed, so happy for his success, and Isaac felt the same burning fire he had when he kissed you so long ago. He wondered if you felt it too, and as you pulled away, untangling your legs from his waist, feet now planted on the ground but still so close to him, he wondered what would happen if he kissed you again, here and now.

Time seemed to flash forward, Isaac realizing he had missed his chance only seconds later, as your gaze shifted over his shoulder. "Allison's coming over, so that's my cue to go" you spoke the words with a smile and you seemed happy enough, but Isaac couldn't mimic the way you felt, his own smile falling away.

"You don't have to leave" Isaac's voice had gone quiet, his arms still wrapped around you, not wanting to let go.

"Yes I do Isaac, I have to give you and your girl crush some alone time" Your eyes sparkled and you seemed genuinely happy for him as you untangled yourself from his arms. "Have fun".

You whispered that last part to him, waving goodbye just as Allison approached. The Argent girl let out a giggle, enveloping Isaac in a hug as she congratulated him. Isaac should have been ecstatic. Allison Argent was hugging him, complimenting him, noticing him. But all Isaac could focus on was you, walking off into the small crowd, fading into the night.

The next day by your locker, a pair of arms wrapped around you, and you gasped as you were pulled back into someone's chest. You didn't think you'd ever been this close to someone, and at first you were too shocked to think, wriggling against the persons hold until you heard Isaac's voice. He had only laughed, but it was so familiar and warm that you swore you would get lost in it if you weren't careful. You were also wrong, though it still felt exhilarating, you had been this close to Isaac before, and the many embraces you'd shared over the years flashed across your mind, though none were like this.

This one felt more personal, like that of the ones that couples shared, but you weren't a couple. You were simply pretending to be. With that thought in mind, you found yourself instinctively looking around for Allison, head turning left and right, only to find no sight of her, or anyone else you knew.

"Isaac, what's going on?" You managed to shuffle yourself around to face him, his arms still holding you tight, despite the lack of an audience.

At first he responded with a smile, before catching sight of your confusion and opting to use his words. "Nothing, that I know of at least".

Other than the casual students, walking and conversing in the halls, there was nothing that stood out to you, no reason for Isaac's sudden affections, but as you watched him, he seemed genuinely unbothered.

"Why are you holding me?" You hadn't meant for the words to come out as they did. They made you sound annoyed, but that wasn't how you were feeling at all, if anything you were extremely confused. Isaac seemed to shift, though he didn't let you go, still clinging to that of his confident persona. "Maybe I just wanted to, Is that so bad?".

If you didn't know better, you might have thought Isaac was flirting with you. But that made you think, did you know better? Because it sure as hell felt like flirting. Butterflies swarming your stomach was an understatement, bugs long past replaced by an entire zoo.

"No, it's not bad" Your voice had gone the tiniest bit quieter, and Isaac smiled in an irritatingly smug, yet silly way.

"Then why are you complaining?" Your stomach did a flip at the words, Isaac so close to you but still so far away.

"I'm not". This time you let yourself grin back at him, forcing the most confident version of yourself to appear. He seemed to like it, a satisfied chuckle leaving his lips as you turned yourself back around in his arms, to collect the rest of your books.

Isaac didn't want to let you go. After the game you didn't leave his thoughts for the rest of the night, and whilst he spent most of it talking with Allison and her father, the shadow of your smile was painted and framed in the back of his mind. He had let you go that night, letting you disappear into the groups of lacrosse players and their families, but in doing so it had left him cold and tired. All the while he stood talking with the Argents he had been highly strung, and not just because a possible relationship with Allison had been riding on it.

Holding you now, he felt warm, calm, hopeful. He didn't want to let go and lose that just yet. You were gathering your books in your arms with Isaac's still wrapped around you, he could feel your heartbeat, slightly faster than the usual. You weren't scared or nervous, you just seemed happy. That drove Isaac crazy. You were just as happy with him, as he was with you and that had to mean something, even if it was the smallest of feelings.

"What class do you have next?".

You laughed and Isaac felt the vibrations of it running through his body, from his arms to his chest, seeping through his clothes and skin, all the way to his heart. "Isaac, we both have English, We're in the same class remember?".

Isaac just smiled "Yeah, I remember".

You had long since grabbed your books, replacing the ones you didn't need with the textbooks nessacary for your classes to come, but you were still there, stood by your locker as Isaac held you close.

"Can I sit next to you?"

You looked over your shoulder at Isaac's words, and he smiled at the sight of your eyes, sparkling with something he had always adored. "What?" the single word caused the smallest crumbs of embarrassment crawl into his heart.

"Can I sit next to you, in English?"

You laughed again, your nose scrunching at the action "We have assigned seats so unless you want to fight a teacher for me, I'm guessing the answer is no".

Isaac wanted to say that he would, but he simply nodded as you turned to look back down the corridor. As Isaac followed your gaze, he noticed Allison and Kira walking through the halls, coming straight toward you.

Shuffling your books, you held them against your body with one hand, the other reaching down to rest on Isaac's forearm. "Your crush is here".

You whispered the words, but Isaac heard you as you both watched Allison walk to her locker on the opposite side of the hall. When Kira and Allison looked over, you waved, and Isaac admired the way you were able to act like everything was normal. Like the both of you hadn't just been staring the two down moments ago. It also made Isaac think about all the times he might have missed your true feelings. You were so convincing and that made him wonder how many times you might have lied to him too.

"What do you think they're talking about?" You muttered, looking over your shoulder again as Allison and Kira began to whisper across the hall. Isaac could have listened in, heard everything they were saying, but he wanted to play this game with you.

"I think they're talking about us".

You nodded and lowered your voice some more, mimicking Allison. "Isaac is so cute, oh my gosh look at his hair" You snorted at your own words and Isaac gave you a gentle squeeze as you continued. "He's such a dreamboat, I bet he's a good kisser".

Before you could say anything more, Isaac spun you around to face him, listening as your breath caught in your throat.

"Am I?"

"Are you what?"

Isaac raised an eyebrow, watching as you scrunched your nose at him before he listed off your previous words "Cute, a dreamboat, a good kisser?"

It was then that you tensed and Isaac thought perhaps you would look to Allison, change the subject, but after a moment, you answered.

"Yes, Isaac. You are".

When the bell finally forced you to class, you were buzzing from the sound of Isaac's voice and the feeling of his embrace. For a moment You thought it might mean something, you still did. The way he acted like everything was so normal, when it wasn't. He had never looked at you that way before and it was difficult to describe or even to think about.

You had just begun to focus, actually answering the questions written on the board when there was a tap on your shoulder. Danny, who sat behind you, nodded toward Isaac before passing you a note. You would have recognized his handwriting either way, having spent years studying with the boy.

"Meet me on the field at eight? " You read the words three times over before looking up to Isaac who was staring you down in wait for a response. You couldn't think of any other answer than to nod, watching him smile before putting your head down to your work. Not that you got any work done, now ultimately distracted by thoughts of whatever Isaac had planned.

When you asked him later he said nothing, only making you more curious for the night ahead of you. Every time you pressed for answers he would laugh and tease, and for a moment you forgot about the purpose of being with him. Allison was completely unimportant right now, she wasn't at the back of your mind, a barrier between you and the boy you adored. You found a part of you wishing it would stay that way.

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreads

TEEN WOLF TAGLIST: @arignipanja574 @noonesheren @multiplefandommess

AN: catch me time skipping the lacrosse game so I didn't have to research how to play lacrosse for the fic. Also this ending is giving Disney channel ad I'm sorry.

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cumbunnywitch · 1 year

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Hey Friendos. I'm gonna impart a little bit of knowledge on everyone about some scams that go around every few months, and that I've seen more than once on Tumblr so far.

Basic Premise: Someone messages you, sends you an ask, or otherwise shows up on your radar with a story. Often it's a believable story, like their cat is in need of surgery or they need to pay rent because they got kicked out or some kind of sob story and they're requesting you boost them or contribute if you can. A lot of the the time these things are scams. Like most of the time.

How to Tell if it's a scam: This can be easy. Look at their profile, look at when they followed you and sent an ask, and how many things they've reblogged, and check if they've made any posts on their own.

Here's some quick ones I see:

Everything they've done is all at the same time or from the same day. For example, every RB is from 8h ago. Maybe if the've done it before there's another day with like 50 posts all in a row. No one sets up their queue like that.

The follow and within a minute you have an ask/dm from them and they've never liked/rb'd from you.

They're using PayPal. PayPal is one of the most widely used money-sending tool for scammers as it's easy to get hold of someone else's account and perform further scams using it without leaving a trail.

Their cry for help is a single pinned post with very few reblogs and no verification.

They don't have any posts of their own, especially text posts.

Scammers don't like to use things like CashApp or GoFundMe because it's a lot easier to track scams, and payouts usually require ID verification. If someone is being legit, they'll probably have multiple avenues of receiving money. I'd use cashapp, set up a GFM, post about it constantly, and have my mutuals RB the shit out of my post by asking them directly for help.

Most of these are set up by bots in droves. They're a little more sophisticated, and are using the lessons learned from all those blank bot accounts you see come up as new followers. They've also been training you; "those random accounts are clearly bots and I'm talking to you like a normal person! I'm totally real and you can trust that because I'm using real words!" That sob story is meant to make you drop your guard. To make you consider that no one would actually try to scam people out of money with such a sad story.

Well there are people that shitty. There are scammers all over that have been manipulating your grandparents out of their retirement savings because they think you need to get bailed out of jail. Before that there were Nigerian Princes trying to give people money if only they could pay for the wire transfer.

Wire forwarding. Fake checks. Western Union scams. All of these things prey on our gullibility. Our sense of honor or curiosity or that someone made us feel special or wants to make us rich! Or our empathy and sympathetic nature, our desire to be helpful and get someone out of a bad situation.

I'm not saying you should think all of these requests are scams. I'm asking you to employ critical thinking, to look for warning signs and make a judgment call.

And if you're ever unsure, hit me up. I am more than happy to take a deep look at these things and give you my best opinion, free of cynicism. I've gotten hit by 4 of these in the last month, so I've got a decent eye on what to see.

#paypal scam

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disorentedfae · 1 year

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gasp bonnet its so important

you like albedo (i almost typed beidou that is confusing...) so i was wondering like uh..whats going on there? i missed his event and everything i read about him i am just left with more questions than answers

he is a top favorite because of first 5 star favoritism (it did not occur to me that banners changed i just assumed albedo was a character you got by default-) and i was like 'wow! fun silly science art boy what a lovely time hes so nice and polite and calm'

and then anything i see about him is like hes going to destroy the tri state area and hes not even real, an evil, evil boy future boss fight

since you like him i wanted to ask you since it could be fun to discuss?

Okay so unfortunately I Moises the first story quest with him 😔.

Anyways so I thing in he’s character quest he says ‘if one day… I lose control… destroy everything… destroy mondstat… can I rely on you to stop me?’ That’s why you see a bunch of corrupt albedo floating around -actually there is another reason too-

So for last Christmas we got ✨susbedo✨ now I don’t i don’t you where there for that event but I’m going to tell you again if you were anyways.

So the adventure’s guild was doing an event at dragonspine - where Albedo resides most time due to experiments - and Eula saw Albedo taking a young boy (I forgot his- the boys’- name but he was the one on the mountain waiting for his dad) to a dangerous area and leave him there. Meanwhile, albedo and the traveler where at a cave ( I forget why) and albedo came out of the cave, said something, and went back in.

So now Eula runs up with amber and Albedo comes out of the cave is like ‘albedo wait the devil were you doing?’ *pans to her butt a solid second somewhere in there cuz it’s Eula and ya know*

So turns out the albedo that came out of the cave the first time wasn’t really the real albedo, and that would be the one who took the kid to that area.

So long story short Albedo, traveler, Bennett, Amber, and Eula where there and then Fake Albedo went and attacked them *queue awesome fight scene* and then real albedo puts his sword through fake albedo’s back so turns out fakebedo was a whopper flower. (Since whopper flowers can mimic other living plants but -*suddenly remembers plot point for this story*- the blood from that one dragon that died in dragonspine (I forget his name damnit 😩. Let’s call him Kalhi) so Kalhi’s blood is infectious and infected the whopperflower so they have to kill it then.

So then everyone leaves dragonspine eventually and goes back to mondstat, and we see a shocking scene back with Albedo

DUN

Albeod is talking and it pans up to Another albedo -Susbedo- so Albedo draws his sword and goes to fight this fake.

Next time we see him is in mondstat is when he’s acting very out of character (pretty much probably susbedo and we don’t know where the real Albedo is)

Also I do know the lore as to why there are two of them I could explain if you want

#yeha I forgot about the avilanch okay #sunny my sparring partner #genshin #albedo #susbedo

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19, 23, 30 for Balthazar :3c

Thanks for the ask! Coming from this list, which I did not realize was in the queue.

19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

Balthazar is annoyed more easily than he's angered. It takes a lot of energy to be angry, and that energy could be better put towards finding a way to get back at the source of one's frustration. His real anger tends to come on very quickly- sometimes so suddenly that it even surprises him. He's angered by humiliation, especially public humiliation. Others attempting to predict his failures tends to get something hotter than irritation as well. Being misunderstood or rejected when he's put effort into communicating something or shaping some persona for someone can easily infuriate him as well, especially if it happens more than once (he and Tristian did not get along for quite some time after meeting). As time goes on and he becomes more certain of his ability to stand on his own, he allows himself to embrace a suppressed long-simmering resentment of being ordered around. But the development that surprises him most in terms of anger is a capacity for anger born out of empathy- a sincere fury for the indignities others have suffered. He extends some of his pride to the people he cares about, and offenses against them are as those against him.

On occasion, Regongar's puns also get to him. He can't even describe what he hates so much about them. Sometimes he just snaps. This only encourages Regongar, who finds the situation hilarious and of course has never known when to stop anything.

23. how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

Ah, this is fun, because Balthazar was originally a tabletop NPC with a very distinct voice. Balthazar almost always speaks softly. He never raises his voice if he can help it, and there's a whispery, musical quality to it when he's speaking at the low volume he prefers. It has a way of making people go quiet to listen to him. He enjoys feeling like others are making an active effort to hear what he says. It's a very emotive voice, full of lilting drama- drama heightened by a tendency yo slightly draw out vowels that makes everything feel just a little bit slower and weightier. Many would probably describe his voice as warm, although he has plenty of capacity to be cold and sharp. He has an accent pretty distinct to Absalom's Westgate district. The accent is fake.

Despite the pleasant voice he's a completely average singer. He's not tone deaf, but he doesn't have any skill greater than staying mostly on tune and his singing is expressive only in an artless, amateur way. He's not fond of singing in front of others. It makes him feel a bit incapable. He's fine to join others if the mood takes him though, and he has a habit of singing to himself when he thinks he's alone.

(Apparently I wrote about the tabletop voice experience on Twitter at one point)

30. do they smell like anything notable?

There's often a faint sweet scent to his hair- it comes from products he uses to take care of it. He's very conscious of his appearance. That scent probably isn't noticable unless someone is very close to him though.

#I remember being asked for a previous thing about carmen's voice so it's nice to have the match :3 #when it comes to balthazar's temper it can be hard to predict what will really bring it out and harder to anticipate how that's expressed #he can be very good at holding things in but he struggles to contain especially strong emotions #of course nothing escalates fury quicker than knowing it broke his composure #ask game #ask me emithing #balthazar lucienne #mountainashfae

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✨maybe one where sirius breaks out of azkaban and goes on a mad quest to bring james back to life. He looks into ancient rituals (he decides on the one medea used to trick those girls into killing their dad- a boiling potion you throw the dead thing into and they come out young and very much alive. (In the myth it worked the first time but she made a fake one for the dad but whatever)) queue some grave robbing: and sirius, a genius, does manage to pull it off! But he makes a mistake and james is 12 years older than when he died (which works out nicely) and james is having issues recalling anyone besides sirius. With maybe some gentle sirius caring for james (who is pretty much uselessly weak for a while)

Sirius looked through the bars out onto the ocean. Azkaban was a shithole. He felt like he didn't belong here in the same breath that he knew he deserved some sort of punishment for bungling up everything so bad. James, dead. Harry, off with Hagrid and wherever Dumbledore had sent him-- Sirius didn't think for a second that Hagrid had been allowed to take Harry in, anymore than they would've let Remus.

If he'd done what he should have and stayed with Harry, he wouldn't be in here, but he'd been blinded by grief. It had been months, but thinking about it still made his heart clench painfully and tears well in his eyes. If he'd been there with James, like he was supposed to be and was always meant to be, they would've been able to get away; James would still be alive.

James would be alive.

He wished there was something he could do. The waves crashed against the building. Sirius wondered what it would be like to feel it for real instead of getting the undefined wetness that came into his cell from the wind.

He'd give anything to see James again, just to see his smile one more time.

Another wave crashed into the building, bringing with it the thought: well, why not? Why couldn't Sirius see him one more time? Why couldn't he bring him back? There was nothing stopping him from trying. He was in Azkaban, and that was stopping him for now but he could get out; he was an animagus, it wouldn't be that hard to get out with the vast majority of guards being dementors-- dementors, who didn't have eyes or brains and he already knew couldn't tell that he was even there when he was Padfoot.

He'd stayed in Azkaban because he felt he deserved it for failing James. He never left because the only reason he had to get out was Harry. But even if he could find Harry, he wouldn't be able to raise him when he was on the run from the law and what kind of life would that be for a kid?

Sirius shifted into Padfoot. The dementors that had been hovering nearby, feeding off of his newfound hope drifted away. They couldn't get anything from him like this, so there was no point in lingering when they could drain the will to live from some other poor sod.

But he couldn't linger on that, so he slipped through the bars. 'Slipped' was a bit of a euphemism. He had to press and wriggle and twist to force his way out. The bars were close together, but they weren't the main thing keeping the inmates in their cells. That didn't mean they were easy to get through, but he managed it. His desire to get out was far stronger than their ability to keep him in. Once free of his cell, he had to be careful not to get spotted by any of the human guards. The dementors passed by him like he wasn't there, but another wizard would know something was wrong the second they saw him. They might think he was a Grim instead of an animagus, which would be kind of funny actually, but he still didn't want to risk it. Anything that made them look closer was bad for him.

It would take them a little bit to figure out he was gone, and he'd need every second of that time. First, he had to swim to shore, then he had to find his way to a Black property. Grimmauld Place was probably where his mother was still living, but the others should all be uninhabited. Disowned he might be, but the wards were keyed to blood, and whether he liked it or not, he was a Black by blood and nothing could change that. Usually, he didn't like that, but this time, it was going to come in handy. He'd read plenty of restricted books as a child, all of them found in the family libraries.

He reached the end of an open hallway, sighed, then took a running jump into the water. This would be the easy part, and he couldn't hesitate. It was only going to get more difficult from here, and if he wavered so soon, he'd never succeed. Finding the right ritual would be ridiculously difficult, but he was sure that performing it wouldn't be a piece of cake either. He took that jump and decided that he wasn't going to look back. He wasn't going to second guess this decision; he couldn't afford to.

Myths and legends had more power than people liked to think. So many of them were fake stories that the whole lot had been thrown out by most wizards.

Fortunately, Sirius paid attention, and he knew magic. Potions might not be his forte, but he understood rituals like no one else. It's why it had been so easy for him to become an animagus despite the fact that everyone said the process was supposed to be incredibly difficult. Rituals required prolonged attention. They required focus. Even finding the appropriate ritual for a person's situation took perseverance, and weeded out most of the people that wouldn't be able to complete the ritual properly.

Sirius was not one of those people. He knew what he was doing. He was thorough, he did his research, and he had nothing but time on his hands. There were things he wanted to get done, but none of them were half as important as getting this done. As soon as he got James back, he could worry about the rest.

He could try to get his name cleared, he could find Harry and offer him whatever help he could, and he could see about finding a real place to live because Black properties could be worse, but they still weren't places he wanted to stay. Too much history, and far too many bad memories of when he'd been stuck with them full time. Eventually, he'd have to find a new place to stay, but that wouldn't matter until after he got James back.

He read all the stories they had on resurrection and healing. He read the commentaries that they had, because of course there were commentaries-- the Black's were a lot of things, and at least half of those were opinionated.

Sirius knew what he was looking for, and while he wanted to make really sure before he started, he had an inkling that he'd found it after he read the myth. Medea. The exact details in the myth differed based on edition, but Sirius knew that it was what he needed. Medea took an old ram and killed it. She stripped the bones clean and rubbed them with a salve. Then she threw them into a potion, added a few more ingredients, and the same ram appeared only young and healthy.

In the myth, Medea did it to trick people into killing their father because she couldn't afford to get more blood on her hands. The children killed their father and tried to resurrect him by throwing the bits of him into the same potion that Medea had used, but it didn't work; they didn't follow the proper steps, so their father remained dead (and Medea got what she wanted, but that part wasn't as important to Sirius).

The potion ingredients were important-- as they always were-- but for something like this, he thought there was a little bit of wiggle room. If he got the right properties and did it in the correct order, it should work, even if he didn't get the exact same potion ingredients. Still, the closer he could get, the better his chances of success.

So he did his research, he scoured through books, and he hunted around for the ingredients that he needed.

Medea had been the child of a god, so she'd been able to bring back a ram that she had no particular attachment to. Sirius was only human, and he'd read enough musings from Black ancestors that he was convinced this would work because James was important to him. It wasn't enough that Sirius loved him, he needed to be the single most important person in the world to him, and he was. Devotion. It was a key component in the ritual. That, at least, he could guarantee he had correct. Granted, Medea's goal had been different, her devotion aimed elsewhere, but Sirius knew that he had this part correct. For the rest of it, there was a chance that there was an alternative that might be more accurate to the original, but he wasn't sure. he couldn't be sure. Medea hadn't exactly written out the instructions for how to do this properly.

The two most important physical ingredients weren't going to be a walk in the park. First, James's remains. He was going to have to go dig them up. Grave robbing left a sick feeling in his stomach, and he'd need to be careful not to get caught. If he got caught stealing someone's corpse, it would be worse than if he simply got thrown back in Azkaban. Wizards had strict rules about disturbing the dead. Killing a dozen muggles would pale in comparison to that, in their minds. Not that Sirius had killed anyone, but still. Second, Sirius's blood. He needed a lot of it, and he wasn't really sure how to get it out. He was more worried about stealing James's body though. The thought of drawing blood out of himself wasn't fun, but it didn't have the societal attitude towards it that grave robbing did.

He didn't want to disturb James's grave. It seemed so disrespectful. This was his best friend, his everything, and he was about to dig up his body and use it in an experiment. He knew it wasn't that simple, that this wasn't merely an experiment or something he was doing on a whim. He knew that James would forgive him in a second if it worked, but if it didn't work and he did this, then what would be the bright side?

He brushed those thoughts away as he turned into Padfoot and headed for Godric's Hollow. Doubt would lead to failure, and he couldn't fail.

Rituals were messy. Merlin, why were they so messy? There were fluids everywhere, feathers sticking to the side of the wall where they didn't need to be, and Sirius had sweated through his clothes two hours ago. He'd started the ritual this morning, and once he started, he couldn't stop, not if he wanted it to succeed. The air smelled strongly of lavender, and he couldn't air out the room because he needed it to be saturated.

His stomach growled in hunger but he ignored it. He was close. He was so close. Magic buzzed around the room like lightning on a low burn, letting him know that he had done everything right so far. The cauldron bubbled in the center of the room, keeping it uncomfortably warm. He rubbed sweat from his face with the edge of his shirt, but the shirt was already moist so it didn't do much.

Moment of truth, he thought, reaching for James's bones. He'd rubbed the salve into them earlier, letting them steep, and now they looked pink from the mixture. He tipped the bones into the cauldron, hissing in pain when a splash of boiling water hit his arm. He shook it off, reached for the bowl that held the final ingredients, and threw them on top.

For two heart stopping seconds, nothing happened. Sirius watched the herbs swirl in the water as they seemingly had no reaction to the potion.

Then, with a rumble like thunder, it worked. The level of liquid in the cauldron sank low, the fire underneath put itself out, and moments later, James was there, falling to the floor like he'd been pushed from over the edge of the massive pot.

"James," he breathed, then rushed over to help him.

He looked up at Sirius and smiled. He didn't have his glasses or clothes at all, and the only worrying thing about that was how thin he was. Sirius must've gotten something in the ritual wrong, because he didn't look as healthy as he should have. But he was alive and smiling at Sirius like he always had. "Hey." He glanced around them, taking in the mess that had been made of the room-- not that Sirius cared how bad the room or he himself looked because it had worked. "What happened?"

Sirius was too choked up to speak, so he just shook his head and pulled James into a hug. He didn't bother to try and keep the tears at bay. James was back. He was alive, he was okay, and that was a sodding miracle.

"I have a son?" James asked, frowning.

"Yeah, Harry. You don't remember him?"

He shook his head.

"It's okay. The ritual didn't exactly have a manual, it's not wonder I messed up. I'm sure your memory will come back," Sirius said, and it wasn't an empty platitude. He did think that James's memories would come back. He might've bungled up the ritual a bit, but he hadn't gotten it that wrong. James was too thin and his memory was pretty spotty when it came to everything other than Sirius, but he was already starting to recover. He was keeping all his food down, even if it didn't look like he'd started gaining weight yet. The first day-- after a very long nap-- he hadn't been able to remember any of their friends, but earlier today, he'd mentioned Moony being a werewolf, so clearly he'd made some progress without Sirius having to tell him stories to trigger any memories.

"I think you did a pretty good job," James said, which was so very James. He always comforted Sirius. Always told him that it wasn't that bad when he buggered up, always was there for him. It was no wonder that Sirius had fallen to pieces when James wasn't there anymore. He hadn't been able to breathe without him.

"What are you doing?" Sirius asked, and James froze, taking on a distinct deer in the headlights look.

"Erm. Nothing?"

"Uh-huh, that's what it looks like," Sirius said dryly.

He was half out of bed, in spite of the fact that he wasn't strong enough to try and walk anywhere on his own. When Sirius caught him, he shuffled back into bed. Or at least, he tried to. Sirius went over to help him. He wasn't uncoordinated, he was just weak. James had made progress, even if he seemed to think it wasn't good enough. He didn't need help eating anymore, but he had when he'd first gotten back.

"Thanks," James muttered after Sirius helped him get comfortable.

Sirius glanced at him. "Something wrong?"

"Don't you hate this?"

"Hate what?"

"Helping me all the time," James said. "I can't do anything without you. Doesn't it bother you?"

"No. You were dead, and now you're back. There's pretty much nothing I wouldn't do for you. Helping you when you need it is nothing. Besides, you'd do the same for me, if the positions were reversed. Don't even try to pretend that you wouldn't; I know better," Sirius said with a grin.

"Of course I'd do it for you."

"Then what's so hard to believe about this?"

"It's not hard to believe," James said, making a face. "It's... different. We used to be the same, you know? We were equal."

"We're still equal," Sirius said.

"It doesn't feel equal."

"You just need help," Sirius said, covering James's hands with his own. "Everyone needs help sometimes. Like when you're well enough that we can go get Harry. You think I could raise him on my own?"

"Yes."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "You're not helping me prove my point."

"No, no I get what you're saying," James said. He turned his hand over so he could give Sirius's fingers a small squeeze. "I just wanted to get the magazine over there. I thought that if I took it slow, I'd be able to get it, and then when you came in, you could see that I was able to do it on my own, and you'd stop worrying as much."

"I'm never going to stop worrying about you," Sirius said. That hadn't always been true, but it was now. James could've come back to life perfectly healthy, and Sirius would be just as worried as he currently was. James had died. He knew what it was like to lose him, and he wasn't going to take it for granted.

Sirius helped James into the tub, then reached for a bottle.

"Why'd you do it?" James asked as Sirius lathered shampoo into his hair.

"Do what?"

"Go after Peter. Killing him wouldn't have made you feel better."

"You think so?" Sirius asked neutrally.

"You were in pain. You were grieving. Revenge doesn't make the pain go away, and it wouldn't have brought me back."

"You will notice that after I escaped Azkaban, I worked on bringing you back instead of revenge."

"You got angry," James surmised.

"Of course I was angry. Tip your head back."

James did, and Sirius started to rinse his hair. "I just mean that when I'm involved and you get angry, you can't think. I used to feel guilty for that, you know?"

"Why would you feel guilty?"

"I thought it was my fault. That I'd done something to make you like me more, and so you didn't care about other people." James chuckled. "Then I realized that I was in love with you, and it turned out you were in love with me too, so I stopped worrying about it as much. Love is..."

"Powerful," Sirius supplied, and James hummed in agreement. "It's how I knew Medea's myth was the right one. She did it for love."

"If I call you a sap, are you going to pour cold water on me?"

"No."

James grinned. "Sap."

"How rude!" Sirius gasped. "Betrayed in my own home."

"In your own washroom, even. I'm positively evil," James said.

"Yeah, you look real evil." Sirius leaned down and pressed a kiss to his wet forehead. "Ferocious, even."

"How could I not with my own Medea taking care of me?"

#prongsfoot #marauders #fanfic #james potter #sirius black #filled #established relationship #post first war #james lives #siriuslystarbucks

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neopornouns · 2 years

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faq - please read!

firstly, a few things:

this blog is only for those 18 or older! i don’t care what the age of consent is in your area, if you’re under 18, do not interact. i know this gets fuzzy for plural folks, so to be safe, please don’t interact if you’re bodily under 18.

i will not be getting into kink discourse on this blog. you may see references to darker/heavier kinks that you personally do not like on this blog, aside from the ones i’ve said i won’t coin terms for. everything will be tagged accordingly if i think it needs it, and if you see something untagged that you need tagged, just send me an ask!

this blog is nsft, and i do not mind having (simple) sexual comments made towards me, but i do not want to be flirted with in a romantic sense or have anyone pursue a sexual relationship with me.

and now the faq:

q: is this blog fake? are you a troll? is this satire? do you actually believe mogai is valid/real? a: no, no, no, and yes!

q: what do you use to make your flags/edits? a: gimp on desktop! (here’s a small flag tutorial i made a while back)

q: how often does the queue post? a: 1 time daily!

q: what requests are open? what kinds of requests do you do? a: check out this page, it has all the requests i currently do and which ones are open/closed! you can also reach this page by opening my carrd and clicking the button that says ‘(18+) neopornouns’.

q: are you alright with requests involving [insert identity]? a: if it’s not on this list, the answer is more than likely yes!

q: are you alright with requests related to [insert source]? a: same as above - check this list, and if it isn’t there, the answer is more than likely yes! a2: if you’re concerned for a specific reason (content in the source, something the creator did, etc) i’d appreciate if you could include that in your ask!

q: did you receive [insert request]? a: check this page, which has all of the requests currently in my inbox, and if you don’t see yours, let me know! even if requests are closed, i’ll likely let you resend it.

q: when will my request be posted? a: at some point! the queue isn’t set at a super high number so that if i hit a period where i’m very busy, i don’t have to feel anxious about the queue running out. that means that it could take a while to see your requests, but i promise, you will see them!

q: can i put your terms on [insert wiki]? a: for the most part, yes! i ask that, no matter where you upload my terms, you do not reword my definitions, add definitions, etc.

q: can you tag [insert thing]? a: yes, i’ll try my hardest to remember!

q: can i use one of your edits for [my icon/my carrd/etc]? a: yes!! i’d prefer if you credited me somewhere if you do.

q: can you use [insert version of a flag] for [insert identity] in my request? a: yep, just make sure to either include it in the ask or send another ask afterwards specify which flag you’d like!

q: are you alright with spam likes/reblogs? a: 100% yes, and i’m glad that you like my content enough to spam me!

q: [insert nice thing] a: i love you dearly and your ask will sit in my inbox forever along with all the other incredibly sweet asks i’ve received over the course of this blog. i apologize for not answering kind asks, i just really like being able to scroll to the bottom of the inbox and see all the love there!

q: [insert argument against one of my opinions] a: i’ll more than likely block you, since a) this is not a discourse blog and b) i’ve heard your argument before and have said my piece on it and/or done my research on both sides, but if i’m in the right mood or you’re egregiously uneducated on the topic, i’ll answer it.

q: [insert rude/mocking thing about me, my blog, and/or mogai] a: asks like this accomplish nothing and don’t bother me. again, you’re either getting blocked or i’ll just make fun of you/be rude to you back.

#minors dni #nsft #mogai after dark #18+ mogai #adult mogai #dexter.txt #faq

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