#hello tumblr it's been a while hasn't it

[kybcrs]

王様

#riko moriyama #aftg #tfc #all for the game #the foxhole court #hello tumblr it's been a while hasn't it #please dont send me any de@th threats this time :prayge:

[astrologanize]

pick a card : what making out with you feels like for them ᡣ𐭩…

could be someone you're already seeing or your future person, whatever it is...whoever you are asking about...this is what it feels like for them (: *please take a moment to take a deep breath and choose the image you are most drawn towards*

for pile 1 ✩˚

well, hello there. while trying to channel and synthesize this spread i thought about how this pile has something very instinctive going on within the makeout sessions, there's viscera, and cillian murphy came to mind somehow?? he does have a very mars look imo so maybe that's why, but it reminded me of a gif that i believe is from peaky blinders (never seen the show but i exist on tumblr so...) that i will add (it's a lil nsfw i guess?). anyhow. when it comes to your makeouts with this person, it feels like a nice balance of release and control for them because on one hand they do feel very disarmed while making out with you but at the same time they're acting deliberately - which is why instinct is coming through...it's like having a flow of reflexive movement. i'm not seeing you two going crazy and having vigorous kisses, there is a slowness to it, there's a building of inertia. making out with you makes them feel like their life is in their hands, their free will is palpably felt, and it brings out a sort of self-discipline in them

for pile 2 ✩˚

this person looooooves making out with you, they feel like they're having a movie moment when you guys are kissing, and the connection itself is what is at the forefront when they're kissing you. this seems like someone who hasn't had great experiences with romance and making out with you imbues them with so much hope. it's like if this person had a horribly messy breakup a couple years prior, they were with someone for quite a while and it ended up turning into a nightmare that left an ugly mark and they became jaded by it. making out with you feels like a rebirth - they don't feel afraid, they feel uninhibited, their cup is wonderfully full. they are not in the slightest bit doubtful of how they feel for you and they are certain that they want this; when they kiss you it will feel like a sweet plead - please love me back. there is no ego when it comes to kissing you because they are happily willing to give their all. making out with you does help them to move on from any residual gunk they've been dealing with

for pile 3 ✩˚

what is wanting to come through strongly is that this person is the one somehow taking the lead in the makeout session because when they're making out with you they feel firm, they feel empowered, they're like 'i got this'. lol...funnily enough though, whatever it is about making out with you...they don't expect it to go the way it does and it throws them off their game. something about making out with you is new for them, there's a notable oscillation happening within them, an internal battle of hot n cold energy. the makeout session itself won't be all over the place, once you start making out you guys just keep going at a constant and indefinite pace. this person is probably used to getting what they want/doing what they want/being reckless, this person is hardened - they keep their feelings in check and like being in control. & even though they feel in control while making out with you and do like feeling as such, there's something about making out with you that wakes them up and brings out a softer side. making out with you feels like a stream of consciousness for them

for pile 4 ✩˚

this is my fun makeout sesh pile 😛

what you guys say to each other before/during making out is being highlighted so maybe there's some steamy words being exchanged, some sweet talkin' perhaps. y'alls makeout session(s) involves experimenting, it's messy, it's sloppy, there's coloring outside the lines, it's an indulgence and you guys change things up during it. it does seem like this is more casual and that this person might be hesitant to take things further. this may be someone who is really attached to their independence and/or is perpetually single so even though they're having fun with it, they are holding back and not giving their all. making out with you is going to make them try to consider and factor feelings into the equation, they may just take the leap for once

love this song for pile 4

#pick a card #romance #relationships #Spotify

[wip]

Please make it possible to hide users' posts without blocking them. Like, in cases where a person hasn't done anything wrong to be blocked, but you just don't like their posts.

Answer: Hello, @deithwen!

As it turns out, we’ve received this feature request a lot over the years. Usually, it comes in as wanting the ability to “mute” other blogs on Tumblr. While we would love to build it, we’ve balked at it a bit because of its technical and product complexity. Let us explain what that means:

In terms of technical complexity, our current blocking feature is closest to how “muting” would work. Our current blocking feature may seem simple, but it’s very complex because of how big Tumblr is. Every time we fetch a list of blogs for you or anyone on Tumblr, we have to also fetch the list of who you’re blocking, and who’s blocking you, and filter out anyone with that block relationship. This mapping of who’s-blocking-who is stored in a directional way right now, so the “cost” of loading that list gets higher the more people you’re blocking and the more people who are blocking you. If you’re blocking 1,000 blogs, we have to check that list a lot. If you’re being blocked by 1,000 blogs, that’s another big list to check against.

In technical terms, this is a “many-to-many” relationship, which is almost always incredibly difficult to manage while not degrading the experience of using a platform like Tumblr. The more people who are blocking, the harder it is to store those lists in a way that’s easy to check, but we’re working on making it smoother. The vast majority of people don’t block many others, if at all, so it’s never been a huge problem. But the outliers who block thousands of others (or are blocked by thousands of others) can degrade performance for everyone over enough time.

Adding muting would throw on top of that yet another list of blogs to check, increasing the complexity of something that’s already pretty complex. It helps that muting would be one-directional and not bi-directional (as in, it doesn’t matter who’s muting you), but, as that list of muted blogs grows, your experience may degrade further. So we’d need to solve for that, which is definitely doable. It would just take time—and lots of it.

And, as a product, Tumblr is already pretty confusing to people trying to figure out what “blocking” means already, as well as our other filtering options. Up until fairly recently, blocking was almost entirely one-directional, the opposite way you’d expect: blocking made it so the blocked person couldn’t see you, not that you couldn’t see them. We’ve been updating blocking to work both ways instead, which is more common on social media these days. Similarly, the options to filter tags versus content cause a lot of confusion because they don’t work the same way as each other.

So if we wanted to add another filtering option to that mix, “muting” blogs, we’d need to be conscious of how all of those options work together—and are confusing in context with each other. We should really clean up that experience to be more streamlined and simple, not more complex. And I didn’t even mention the oddity of how different settings apply to your primary blog versus your sideblogs if you have more than one blog!

Taken together, it is a great idea for us to clean all of this up, improve our existing options here, and add “muting” for even more control and granularity. Sadly, however, it just isn’t high enough on our list of priorities to tackle anytime soon. We don’t want to simply tack on muting for the sake of doing it—we want to do a better job than that. I hope that makes sense!

Thanks for your question. It was an important one to address. If anything should change here, you will get news through the usual channels: here at WIP, or at @changes. 

#feature #dashboard #muting #blocking #account #security #backend #your suggestions

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Updates, Apologies, and Moving Forward!

Hello everyone! I am not dead, and this blog is not dead. I know I've been gone for a very long time again, and I'm very sorry.

I had to say goodbye to my cat, my emotional support animal, my baby. I won't say too much here, but she was suffering, and unfortunately there was nothing that could be done. My mental health is fragile at the best of times, and while I am okay and safe, it has been a difficult few months for me. I am also a full-time college student with a job, so all of my free hours were spent in grief. It's taken me a while to feel alright enough to come back, but here I am. I'm still passionate about queer representation in media, and I want to continue to share queer characters with the tumblr community. Starting tomorrow, I will resume the 8 times a day posting schedule that I was starting to utilize before my disappearance, as queueing posts makes my life much easier. I'm sorry if I don't respond to notes or asks left during my break. It's a lot to sort through and I value community engagement on this blog more than anything but I am just one person and I can only do so much. Feel free to re-send asks! Going forward, I'll be making a few changes. I am working on a publicly available google sheet of all characters that have been posted on this blog with results that I will link in a visible place so that people wanting to submit a character can (hopefully) quickly search to make sure that character hasn't been posted yet. I also will eventually be looking for another mod, although that will not be until the summer and I will make more posts when the time comes. I will personally be awol for the last few weeks of may and the first few weeks of june due to a job opportunity out of the country, but I am intending to have queued posts continuing to upload at the regular schedule during that time. Unfortunately this means I won't be able to edit mistakes or answer questions, but hopefully any issues can be addressed when I return. Thank you all for your patience, I'm sorry that this radio silence has gone on for so long, but I've thought about this blog a lot during my absence and I'm certain that it's not a project I'm giving up on any time soon.

#update #not a poll

[luveline]

hi hi honey! so i sent this request before but tumblrs been eating my asks so i’m gonna send it again,

i’m the person who asked about the kisses before dinner universe and so since u said u hadn’t gotten any requests for it i wanted to send u one! u mentioned that it was quite nerve wracking the first time reader got pregnant so maybe u could do a blurb where steve’s just comforting her and reassuring her during that time? if u want something more simple, it could just be a small blurb of how their night goes when reader comes home from work or something? ty and i hope tumblr actually ate my request and i’m not bombarding u with this again :(have a good day lovely ❤️

i love kisses before dinner i wanna write a thousand blurbs for them, thank you for requesting! here's steve and u when ur pregnant the first time with avery <3 fem!pregnant!reader

You're more young than you'd planned to be, the first time. Young and terrified.

Steve knows how scared you are, and though he hasn't suggested anything again since the first time you'd made up your mind, you know that any path you take is the one he wants to take with you. Having his support makes it easier, but it certainly doesn't make it easy.

Pregnancy is terrifying. It can make you so sick. It can kill you. So while it's beautiful, and Steve insists it's doing numbers for your complexion, it's gruelling.

You're not even that pregnant yet and still you're fucking tired.

"Stevie?" you call, or try to, voice hoarse with fatigue.

He emerges rather than answer, arms open wide and waiting. "Hey, sweetheart."

And that's new. Steve has always been a "babe" or "baby" kind of guy. Your pregnancy has made him soft.

He's careful not to press against your stomach though it doesn't hurt even slightly when he does, abdomen held away from the small swell of your bump as he gets his arms under your armpits, hands rubbing over your shoulder blades. "Hello," he says sweetly, kissing your cheeks, your chin. "I missed you so much." He hesitates for a second, and then he lets a hand slide between your bodies.

You lean back to let him know it's okay.

"And you," he adds, palm flat over your stomach, "I missed you, too."

"I don't feel very well."

He nods. "Alright. Come and sit down."

That's another one of his insistences. Total, awful honesty. Pregnancy is full of problems, like morning sickness and heartburn and back ache and nausea and headaches. It leaves you stressed and exhausted, and Steve had made it very clear that any complaining was welcomed.

You know, in your heart of hearts, that he's more excited for this baby than you are. He's terrified, too, but he's brimming with joy half the time, so eager to meet whoever it is that comes out on the other side. And you know he feels indebted to you, though he shouldn't. You want this baby a lot.

But Steve aches for them. He's gonna be a great dad.

Right now, he needs to be an amazing boyfriend almost husband.

I don't want a pregnancy proposal, you'd said.

His guilty smile had given him away fast. I want to marry you.

And I want to marry you, Stevie, I do. But not because we're having a baby.

In your mind, he's not your husband or your boyfriend, he's your Steve, as silly as it sounds. He's your everything. He's the only thing getting you through this.

Steve sits you down on a cushion in the kitchen and plants another kiss on top of your head. You haven't lost any mobility yet, but the pleasure of being cared for so deeply makes it hard to turn him down when he guides you around like this. Though, sometimes, when you're cranky, you complain about being babied. He takes it all in stride.

He cracks open a cold bottle of water and gives it to you. Then he turns back to the chopping board next to the stove and finishes what he'd been doing before you arrived, funnelling slices fruit into the colander. He rinses it, and then he pours it into a bowl and puts it in front of you.

"You want peanut butter?" he asks, wrapping his arms slowly and carefully across your shoulders, chin hooked over your shoulder. "Honey? I could melt down some chocolate?"

You pick up a shimmering slice of watermelon and tip your head back to feed him.

"Salted caramel?" he asks as he chews.

You smile softly at him and lift your chin until he gets the memo, leaning down enough for you to kiss the side of his mouth.

"Stevie," you say, because he's so fucking lovely and you love him and not everything hurts when he's around, "I love you. I hope you know how much."

He blinks at you, swallowing hurriedly. "I know," he says.

"Okay, good."

"You think I don't know? Sweetheart, you're carying our kid."

"But if I weren't, I'd still love you this much."

He softens like taffy in the sun, rubbing the tip of his nose into your cheek adoringly. "If you weren't, I'd still love this much, too."

You breathe him in, the wet crush of watermelon between you and his lingering aftershave.

"But you are," he says eventually, kissing your cheek again and then pulling back. "So you better tell me if you want peanut butter of chocolate."

You choose. Steve is delighted, spoiling you with fruits and toppings and asking about work as he starts to make dinner instead. That's another conversation you've already had — he's still working now, but when the baby comes, he's gonna stay home even after maternity leave ends. And if you change your mind and want to stay home instead, that'll be okay too. He's a dream like that. Accommodating your every want and wish.

And so, he's teaching himself how to cook. It's more hit than miss, shockingly, and almost always nutritionally golden.

"Broccoli again?" you ask, trying to hide your amusement.

"Our munchkin's gonna be the healthiest kid ever. TV dinners are for schmucks."

You aren't sure he'll be saying that when he actually has a kid. "She won't be able to eat broccoli for the first six months."

"She wont," he agrees, clearly overjoyed at the idea of a little girl, "but when she can, she's gonna love it."

The fruit is nice and then not. You might've overindulged, or maybe your stomach's being sensitive, but suddenly it smells very strong and you have to push it away, keeling in on yourself with a sigh.

Steve doesn't fuss dramatically, but he does fuss, hand hesitant behind your shoulders.

"You need a bucket, baby?"

"No, I-" Saliva pools in your mouth. "Maybe."

He's swift, kneeling in front of you with the bucket positioned at your feet, hand sliding between your legs to find your hand where it's kneeding your aching stomach.

"She's bullying you, huh?" he asks sympathetically.

"She's barely the size of an apple," you moan, sweat prickling across your brow. "How can she do this to me?"

He strokes the inside of your hand with both thumbs. "She doesn't mean to."

You know that.

Eventually the sickness subsides. You don't throw up. Steve seems as happy as you do about this, kissing your hand with a very apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry," he says.

You lean back in your chair, back already aching, and pull him up onto his feet. If he's surprised at your strength he doesn't say anything, only closes you in again with his arms over your shoulders and his cheek pressed to your warm forehead.

"Don't be. We knew-" You laugh. "I knew this would be hard. I knew it would suck. But I want to do this with you."

"Even though you're scared," he murmurs.

"Even though I'm scared."

His hugs are a balm, always. You melt with relief the longer he holds you, listening to the pot simmering on the stove, lid rattling, steam whistling out of the gap. There's a fondness in his hands you find difficult to describe, devotion or something similar, big palms roving the lengths and slopes of your arms and back like you're made of the most precious thing on earth.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

That's sobering. You suppose you can fall into dramatics about it. Pregnancy is solemn, but it's also completely normal. Millions of people are pregnant right this second. You smile into his jaw, breath hot as you laugh.

"I know, baby," you say, more cheerful than you've sounded all night. "Promise."

He laughs too.

"My girl," he says, too much like the song. You're worried he's gonna start singing. Actually, you might like it.

"Can we listen to the radio?"

"Depends. Will you dance with me?"

You dance with him. You suppose it's a good idea to get all your dancing out now while you can, because in a month or two you'll have cankles, and not long after that you'll have your arms full. He pulls you in and spins you out, brown eyes dancing with a brand new happiness, silky hair falling in perfect layers either side.

"I hope she has your eyes," you say. The shape of them.

"I hope she's your carbon copy," he says, twirling you around, radio hiding the clumsy patter of your socked feet. "A mini you. God, what will I do then? I can barely say no to you."

"You never say no to me."

"Exactly."

He smiles so hard his lashes kiss in the corners, a pleased squinting grin. He can say what he likes. If she doesn't get his smile you'll riot.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #pregnant!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #kisses before dinner universe #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x pregnant!reader #steve harrington x reader fluff #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[wanderingconstellations]

Hello there. This is Yua.

It's been a while hasn't it? I apologize for the lack of content to everyone. It's already my second semester at my college and I barely have any time to even write anymore.

Honestly, I wrote on tumblr for fun. I mean, I'd never expect people to like my content.. despite how depraved it is.

But really, I thank you all for reading my writings. I thank my friends, or mooties on tumblr for helping and supporting me along the way.

Maybe sometime again, you all will see me write again. Of course, my writings are dedicated to all of you. Platonically, I love you guys, and I hope to write again once I have time.

Sincerely with warm regards, Your Wanderer. Signing off.

#｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ | yua babbles on..

[rottenraccoons]

Hello !! I've been a lurker on your tumblr for a while and all the asks inspired me to try asking: how would the LIs react if you accidentally saw them without their mask on??(sorry if this has been asked before) Also,, AMAZING game and AMAZING developers I love how you guys interact with/listen to us <3 cant wait for more content!! *politely plops down some trash and runs*

Francesco Is probably the least bothered by this — his daily life on the surface hasn't involved him wearing a mask, after all, and he's been fairly loose-lipped about his identity. So oggle away!

Keir "Did you just forget what doors are and why they're closed? Learn to knock, fuckin' inconsiderate..." He treats it like being walked in on while changing clothes, because culturally for him that's exactly what it is.

Oleander He's going to go into a very long, self-aggrandizing speech about how he knows he's irresistible and that Vesper has been longing to see his face, but he needs his face to remain a secret, and just keeps talking until Vesper checks out and leaves him be.

Cirrus With how rarely Cirrus takes off his mask, it's kind of a feat to catch him without it. Unless you sneaked into his bedroom at night, which would warrant far, far worse consequences than the initial scolding and threats he would've given. Suffice to say, it's best you keep what you saw a secret 🤫

#obscura vn #rotten raccoons #asks #cirrus #keir #francesco #oleander

[sweet-slut]

The text just said "Inspection. 8 o'clock"

Sweetie didn't know what to expect, but she was excited. Daddy hasn’t ever sent a text like that before. Not knowing added a little bit of fear to the arousal.  She tidied up her room, put on her favourite panties, and added a tiny bit of lip gloss to her fresh face.

It was already quarter to 8, but the waiting was intolerable. Sweetie lay on top of her bed, scrolling Tumblr but not actually paying attention. What kind of inspection? Her room? Her clothes? Her body?! Her other hand started to softly caress her hardened nubs through her soft t-shirt.

At 8 on the dot, without a knock her door swung open, and daddy stood at the threshold. He was wearing his work clothes, slacks and a collared shirt, and carried a small, folded satchel under one arm.

He smiled his warmest, most reassuring smile and said, "Hello Sweetie."

Sweetie's pussy clenched. Daddy can be so comforting and so scary at the same time.

Behind him, a woman entered. Sweetie had seen her before, a friend of daddy's, but they hadn't met. She was beautiful. Almost as tall as daddy with chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She strode into the room and pulled behind her a large chair on wheels. It looked a bit like an office chair, but it had a foot rest and a lot more handles than you'd see on a chair like that.

The woman pushed the chair into the middle of the room, pressed a pedal with her foot, and a little clunk indicated the chair had locked into place.

"Inspection time, Sweetie. I need to make sure you're healthy and strong for daddy, because you're very important to me. Are you ready?"

Sweetie hestiantly nodded. She knows that it doesn't matter what she said, because when daddy asked "Are you ready" he didn't wait for an answer.

"Get in the chair."

His stern voice. The sweet talk was gone. It's started.

Sweetie climbed off her bed and walked towards the chair. The woman gave her a little nod and Sweetie climbed in. The chair was reclined just a bit, and her socked feet just met the footrest near the base of the chair.

"Good girl."

Daddy spun the chair around 180 degrees so now Sweetie was facing him. Without warning, the woman pulled one of the handles below the armrest and the back dropped down and the feet kicked up.

Sweetie was now looking forward at about 45 degrees. Daddy smiled and turned to his tool bag on the bed. Unfastening the button loop on the outside, he unfolded his bag into three segments, showing several different implements that Sweetie did not recognized. Some reflected like steel, others looked plastic, and see saw what looked like wooden depressors.

While Daddy was preparing, the woman came from behind Sweetie and took position just to her side, squatted down, and pulled some Velcro fasteners from under the arm rests. Before she could protest, the thick strap was around her arm and the chair; Sweetie couldn’t move it. The woman did the same with her other arm.

Sweetie has been tied before. She likes restraint. She likes giving up all control to Daddy, even when he's scary, but she hasn't been strapped like this before, and not by a stranger.

Daddy turned around to face his sweet girl. He smiled at her and looked pleased with the restraints. In one hand he had a tongue depressor and in the other, a plastic stick that looked like it could be a pen.

"Sweetie, I think this might be scary for you, but it's because I care for you. I want to make sure you're in good health. That sounds good, right?  Now, open your mouth, and say, "ahhhhh."

Sweetie did what she was told, because she does not want to upset him, and he's so good to her when he's pleased.

"Stick out your tongue."

Daddy approached her from the side and then came around behind her. Sweetie couldn’t see where the woman went. With her mouth open and her tongue out, Daddy leaned down from behind her and placed a hand on her chin. With his thumb and forefinger, he nudged her head a little to the right and a little to the left, not making any sounds other than a couple "hmmms" and a "yes, good." Then he placed the wooden stick firmly on her tongue and pressed. As he did that, he moved the pen device around her mouth, teeth, and tongue.

"Very good."

Sweetie felt a little warming inside from his praise.

Daddy retreated and moved back around in front of her. He leaned down to Sweetie's right leg and slowly rolled down the thigh high sock she was wearing, and then moved over to the left leg and did the same. He didn't say a word, didn't even look at her, as he removed her socks.

"Ok Sweetie, now I am going to ask for some help, alright? Don't be frightened."

"Darling," he said to the woman, "wouid you mind, please?"

The woman moved from behind the examination chair and went to Sweetie's bed where Daddy's tool bag was still open. She took out a pair of surgical scissors and came back to Sweetie's side.

Then the woman leaned in very close to Sweetie's ear, their cheeks as close as possible without touching.

"You're being very brave. I am not going to hurt you, but I need you to stay still, ok?"

Sweetie's nod was almost unperceivable, but she looked at the woman as if to say, "Anything you want."

The scissors came down to Sweetie's belly, with her little tummy exposed, and a tiny snip was made through the hem of the shirt. Daddy came around to the side of the chair and grabbed at Sweetie's shirt. Pulling where the cut was made, the thin material tore easily, exposing Sweetie's little titties to the room.

"Yes," Daddy said with approval. "They are very nice. Quite healthy for your age."

He then reached out with both hands and started to roughly handle and massage Sweetie's tits. He would squeeze and grab them, paying special attention to her nipples, which he would roughly flick back and forth with his fingertips.

Sweetie squirmed a bit at the pleasure, and Daddy said, "Good girl. You like it when I play with your titties, don't you?"

Not waiting for an answer, he stopped and went back to the bed, looking at his tools and considering. At the same time, he asked again for help. "Darling, could you please prepare her bottoms?"

"Yes dear."

The woman came back from around behind Sweetie, but now she was completely naked. Her body was astounding. Her breasts were not large, but still pointed straight forward. Her legs were long and strong. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a short triangle, the same dark brown as her hair. She smiled at Sweetie as she moved back around to the front of the chair, and it was a genuine smile: comforting, even a little playful. As she moved she said, "You're doing great, Sweetie."

The woman reached the front of the chair, bent over, and grabbed Sweetie's sleep pants by the waist and slowly pulled. Her panties went with them. Sweetie was excited and nervous and a little ashamed? Would her pussy be wet? Would the woman notice?

Once she'd brought her bottom's to Sweetie's thighs, the woman looked back at Sweetie and said, "Mmmm, you're lovely, honey." Her PJ bottoms kept moving down her legs until they were past her feet and off. She felt so exposed like this. She struggled a bit against the restraints but knew that she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere until Daddy's said so.

The woman folded Sweetie's little bottoms with care and placed them on the bed, and moved to take her position behind the examination chair again. As she passed, she reached her hand out to Sweetie's face, she caressed her cheek, and placed the softest kiss on Sweetie's lips. Sweetie couldn't remember a feeling so tender in her life.

"Excellent!" Daddy had turned around and looked pleased at the developments, "You're ready for the full examination now."

Daddy leaned down and grabbed the side of the foot rest, and pulled a latch. The foot rest split in two, and clicked upwards, now functioning as stirrups. With his rough hands, he took Sweetie's legs, one at a time, and carefully placed them in the stirrup, using another strap of Velcro to fasten her ankles.

Daddy looked pleased, seeing his princess exposed to him. Drinking in her body from her feet to her forehead. She was restrained tightly now, unable to move her arms or legs. He walked towards her, and got down on one knee between her feet.

"If you're a good girl, you'll be rewarded. Do you want that?"

Another nod. Sweetie loved daddy's rewards.

Daddy was staring straight into her cunny now. He wasn't touching her, but he was definitely close enough to see if she was wet, if she was aroused. She was embarrassed, she wasn't sure why, but she felt shame that Daddy was looking at her like this.

With a single finger, Daddy began to explore the outside of her parts. He moved from the inside of her thigh, to the outside of her labia, up to the top where her little hairs met the top of her cunny, and then slowly down the inside. He didn't say a word and Sweetie couldn’t see his face. He made no sounds, and Sweetie tried her best to do the same.

As his finger moved around, he was spreading her wetness all over. There was no hiding it from him now. He was making her lips wet, her sparse public hairs were wet, he even dragged his finger down and to her bumhole, massaging in little circles with his wet finger.

Sweetie finally gasped. Daddy made a little chuckle, but kept up with his explorations. Daddy's friend leaned down again, cheek to cheek with Sweetie, and said, "He's going to be so good to you. We both will. I hope you appreciate it. Only the best girls get this treatment."

Sweetie was finding it harder to control herself. Daddy's touches were becoming more deliberate. Before he would brush her clit somewhat accidentally, but now he was being intentional. There was no doubt he was running his finger back and forth over her little nub. Not as fast as she liked it, but she wasn't frustrated by his touch. She could feel the little storm brewing inside her.

Sweetie's squirming became more deliberate as well. She started to push back against his fingers as best she could, trying to capture his strong digits inside her. Daddy made a little chuckle and stood up.

"Yes, yes, Sweetie. I know what you want. We're almost done."

Daddy nodded again behind her, and the chair made another 'chunk' sound and tilted up another 20 degrees. Sweeties head was now parallel to the ground and her legs were above her hips.

Daddy took two steps forward and was standing between Sweetie's legs, his gaze directed to her wet pussy. Just as Sweetie was beginning to feel too exposed and too embrassed, the lady behind her leaned over and brushed her cheek again.

"Sweetie, you're so beautiful."

The woman paused long enough to see the flush in Sweetie's cheeks and leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her lips to Sweetie's and just held there. Sweetie liked that she wasn’t aggressive or forceful. She kissed the woman back, opened her mouth just the slightest, and started to feel the woman's tongue brush her lips.

They were kissing now. Open mouths, tongues dancing, the occasional whimper or moan. Sweetie loved that this beautiful woman wanted to touch her. It made her feel so desired and special and so, so beautiful. Sweetie could feel her pussy dripping now. It was cool on her skin, and she could almost feel each individual drop travel down her wet lips, and then fall to the floor.

Then, with a shock, she realized she'd forgotten about daddy. She was unprepared for the intrusion she had just felt. She didn't know what it was that was inside her, but it wasn't his finger. It felt harder, colder, smaller. "He's put something inside me," was the only thought Sweetie could muster, distracted enough that she pulled away from the lovely lips of Daddy's friend.

Sweetie managed to tilt her head forward enough to see Daddy kneeled between her legs. It must have been that pointer or pen he had shown her. He was using it to push in and out of her cunt, then up and down her lips, and then back inside. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't particularly satisfying either. Sweetie wanted more, but she not dare ask for more. Daddy's in charge. Daddy will be good to me.

"Darling, would you come here?"

"Of course."

Daddy's friend practically glided to the front of the chair. Completely naked, she crouched down and took her position next to Daddy between Sweetie's legs.

"Look how wet she is. Look at how pretty her cunt is. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? Her holes are so tiny, but they will stretch out so big. Touch here," and then Sweetie felt a soft finger explore her pussy. It wasn't rough, but it wasn't shy either. The woman pushed deep, and Sweetie moaned.

"Oh," the woman spoke in half a groan, "she feels just wonderful."

"She does," replied Daddy, "hold this for me while I get another tool."

The woman took hold of the pointer without removing her finger. Sweetie could feel the two entering her with more coordination. Almost like she liked to touch herself with her pencil. Sweetie couldn't help but buck back a bit, trying to take the intruders deeper.

The woman smiled warmly and said, "Very soon, my dear. You're being so patient with us. It wont be long."

Daddy agreed. "Yes, we're almost finished here. You're the best we've ever had, Sweetie. You should be proud.

The woman withdrew her finger and the pointer. Daddy leaned down and Sweetie could feel something new at her entrance. Not his finger, but not a metal or plastic instrument. Slowly she could feel herself spread open. The intruder was big, but not unnatural. Daddy is pushing a plastic cock!

Sweetie was being penetrated by an unseen plastic dick and it made her feel a jumble of different emotions. She was ashamed and embarrassed by being so exposed, and proud to be Daddy's favourite, but more than all she needed to be filled. She wanted to feel how far this toy went, how much Daddy would push.

It wasn't long before Sweetie got her wish. Daddy kept pushing and pulling the plastic invader, deeper each thrust. Sweetie could hear the sounds her cunt was making, all squishy and sloppy and loud. She wanted it all. She wanted to be such a good hole for Daddy.

The fizzies and the sparks started to grow louder inside her. She stopped thinking about what was inside her or who was watching and instead only wanted more.

"Daddy…"

It was the first time Sweetie had addressed him directly.

"Hmmm..?" He didn’t look up from between her legs.

"D-daddy… I need it."

"What do you need, Sweetie?"

"I need it inside me. More of it."

He chuckled. "yes, I know you do, baby. I know you do. But that's as far as this toy goes. Would you like to try another?"

She made a sound somewhere between a moan and a whine, "Yyyyeeeesssssssssss…."

"Ok dear. I will get another."

"Darling, would you mind? While I find something bigger for our girl?" Daddy stood up and stepped back, and the woman took her position between Sweeties legs. She was pumping the dildo now, in and out, following the moans and pleas that Sweetie would make. Sweetie looked down and made eye contact with Daddy's friend. The look in her face made Sweetie blush.

Without breaking eye contact, the woman lowered her face to Sweetie's pussy and began to suck on her clit. Sweetie cried out. She moaned. She panted.

The woman did not stop, she sucked Sweetie's little nub while ploughing the plastic cock in and out of her. Just when Sweetie thought it was too much, the woman started to use her tongue, flicking over and over against the swollen bud.

Sweetie was overwhelmed. The feelings were too much. Her orgasm was building, but it might not come in time, the stimulation might break her. But the feelings were so good she didn't want them to stop. She wanted to be good for Daddy's friend. Daddy's friend was so good to her. Could she be her Mommy? She always wanted a Mommy like this, someone who could make her feel good in her head, in her heart, and in her cunny.

The plastic cock was moving in and out of her so fast now it was just a blur of sensation. Mommy didn't break eye contact, she kept kissing and licking and playing with Sweetie just the way she liked. No one had ever made her feel this special. She wanted so bad to cum for Mommy.

Daddy had other ideas.

Daddy turned back from the bed and watched from behind the woman. He didn't break his gaze from Sweetie's wet cunt. He looked pleased, but also he looked dangerous. The look Daddy gets sometimes.

Daddy placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and almost immediately she retreated from Sweetie's pussy. The beautiful kisses on her cunt stopped.

The cock was inside her, but not moving.

"aaaaahahhhhhhhhhhh"

"I know Sweetie," Daddy said, "this is all for you."

With one quick pull the plastic shaft was gone and Sweetie's pussy was clenching at air. She'd never felt so empty in her life. Her head was thrashing back and forth and she was quietly moaning, "no no no no."

"Daddy isn't cruel, Sweetie, you know that."

And before her brain could register the words that he had said, the whole of his cock entered her in one stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

She came right there. Daddy paid no mind and just stroked in and out at a swift pace. Withdrawing to the head and then pushing home again. Over and over. With each push Sweetie makes a gasp and Daddy makes a grunt.

Sweetie is just seeing stars now. She doesn't remember life before being this filled, and couldn't imagine ever being empty again. She'd rather die.

Slap-slap-slap-slap. Unh-unh-unh-unh.

Daddy's grunts got louder.

Sweetie couldn’t see her, but she felt her new Mommy between her legs. She felt a new intrusion in her bum. God, is that Mommy's finger? Oh god it feels so good.

Sweetie was fuller than she'd ever been. She was open, exposed, plugged and fucked and she never wanted it to end.

Daddy's started making a low growl. He was filling Sweetie so deep, she didn't know she could feel things there. Mommy's finger was deep enough that it pushed against Daddy's cock.

Daddy's growling became louder. He started breathing in gasps. His thrusts became violent and then

AAAAAAAAAAAAERRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHGH

Sweetie's cunt was overflowing with Daddy's cum. He didn’t stop pumping, he just pushed harder and harder, slamming into her. Sweetie was still restrained and pulled on the straps so hard she'd have bruises in the morning. Sweeties cunt clenched over and over again and she finally felt the release she craved. The orgasm came so quick it surprised her.

"Daddy! Daddy! Filllll meeeeee."

Daddy did keep filling her. He filled her as much as possible until her cunt couldn’t hold any more. Daddy finally stopped stroking and slowly pulled his cock from Sweetie.

Sweetie's new Mommy went back around to behind the chair and caressed her face. She left little kisses on her forehead and her cheeks. She made her feel as special as anyone had before. Sweetie was so exhausted and so overstimulated she briefly lost consciousness. Her head lobbed to the other side of the chair and she saw Daddy and his friend near the bed. Daddy's cock was in her friends mouth while she touched herself.

Daddy looked over and said, "Oh Sweetie, you're back. We have such a fun night planned, I hope you are ready."

'He's going to be good to you' oh fucking hell...I cant even decide what's the best part

I'm wet and needy and my pussy was clenching from every 'daddy' I'm this story. Using my little holes like this and being teased for like forever OMFG

I'm gonna tie my legs like this today and I'm gonna try to recreate it as good as I can...

I'm such a slut

#asks

[batboyblog]

Hello! I just wanted to let you know that I recently discovered your weekly updates on stuff President Biden has done and they are so amazing! Your posts have definitely given me back some hope and it’s wonderful to see everything laid out like that! I just wanted to say thank you for posting them. Also, while I followed you for the politics, I have to say that you have really great taste in the superhero posts! I’m loving all the art and fan art! Anyway, I hope you have a great day and a wonderful week!

well thank you for saying so!

uh yeah in real life I'm a very political person and Tumblr was my space to indulge other interests, but sadly it seems like its really important to spread information to count a real sea of misinformation about President Biden thats been going on for most of his Presidency at this point.

I feel like just pointing out what he does every week for Americans is a good way to do spread positivity.

one narrative that is really dragging him down is the idea that he "doesn't do anything" Biden and the Dems passed 3 of the biggest laws I've seen, the American Rescue Plan Act, the Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, and the Inflation Reduction Act.

and like part of the way Biden gets the biggest climate bill in American (and world) history through Congress is he doesn't call it "The Green New Deal" he calls it something boring like "Inflation Reduction Act" but we got a Green New Deal, it happened, we're on track to carbon neutral by the end of the decade, and I find learning about the pieces of that the Investments that are gonna add up so cool and so hopeful, like getting a Alaska native tribe a new dam so they can have clear hydropower rather than use diesel generators, SO! cool.

and another thing about Biden is he's been around so long he understands how the government works really better than any one. Student Debt is such a great example, most Presidents they get shut down by the Supreme Court they go "well I tried" and give up. Biden hasn't given up since the conservative court shut down his first effort at student loan forgiveness. He's take programs and authorities that got passed years ago and taken them as far as they can go, got debt forgiveness to 4 million people, so far and he's not stopping, it might take more time but he's gonna get there and only he really knows all the places to look to get the authority to do something like this because he has so much experience.

any ways I'm just trying to live by Harvey Milk's words "I know you can not live on hope alone, but without it life is not worth living, so you gotta give 'em hope."

#Joe Biden #Thanks Biden #Hope #election 2024

[gayrootvegetable]

wip wednesday !!

thank you to @littlemisskittentoes and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for tagging me 💖

GUESS WHO'S BACK !!!! finally, after a 6 week writing drought, i have been making progress on my tumblr au! so enjoy this lil sneak peak of alex's anonymous ask and the first part of henry's response 😎

After watching two cinematic masterpieces—Shrek 1 and Shrek 2, of course—Alex feels much better. His sister always knows how to get him out of his own head. It’s 9 PM now, AKA prime tumblr-scrolling hours. This realization prompts Alex to open the tumblr app on his phone, sending a surge of nervous energy through his body. He doesn’t worry for long, though, because right at the top of his dash is H’s response. Alex slides into bed, pulling the duvet over his head to create a blanket cocoon, before beginning to read.  

Anonymous: hi i hope it’s ok that i’m sending you this. i’ve been following you for a while and your poems mean a lot to me. i thought i was straight but now i’m not so sure because surely a straight person wouldn’t connect with queer poetry, right? so i guess my question is, how did you know you were gay? and how do i know if i’m gay? (sorry feel free to not answer this i ramble when i’m nervous haha)

Hello, Anon. Firstly, thank you for this kind message. I’m glad my writing meant a lot to you. It’s nice to know that my sad gay pining isn’t completely useless. And don’t apologize, it’s okay to be nervous. I am quite the expert when it comes to being nervous, thanks to the anxiety disorder.  As for your question, I’m honoured that you trust me with giving you advice. Unfortunately, there is no way for me to definitively determine whether you’re queer or not, but I can offer you some anecdotes from my experience, and hopefully that will be helpful in some way.

i love them, your honor 😭😭😭 OH AND the tumblr work skin i've been customizing for myself looks SO GOOD i am so excited

idk who has posted for WIP wednesday yet and who hasn't but tags under the cut as always sjdfhksj🫡

@happiness-of-the-pursuit @songliili @leojfitz @rockyroadkylers @heartitinthesilence @read-and-write- @inexplicablymine @firenati0n @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul @cactusdragon517 @anincompletelist @bidoofenergy @affectionatelyrs @gay-flyboys @emmalostinwonderland @rmd-writes @myheartalivewrites @xthelastknownsurvivorx @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @lizzie-bennetdarcy @ninzied @anchoredarchangel @benwvatt @magicandarchery @kiwiana-writes

#big W for fennel #wip wednesday #gaycelery writes #my fics #my wips #rwrb fic #tumblr au

[willalove75]

The Estate | Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!oc Chapter 5

Summary: You have a relaxing weekend with your daughter before your first full week of work begins - and it begins with a surprise visitor and a spontaneous conversation with your new boss.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: fluff, angst if you squint, plot development

I'll add more tags as needed!

Notes: Chapter 5! In reference to the gif: if you know. You know. BECSPK gang 4 lyfeee💕 (Although my go-to is egg whites and bacon on a seedless🤤)

I want to SO apologize for not updating this fic in MONTHS! For those of you who haven't seen my Alcina's New Maid update (or my Tumblr post update) the reason for my lack of writing has been because I'm pregnant! I'm officially 20 weeks (halfway! WOO!) and have been trying to get myself back into a regular writing schedule. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the update!

Ik slow burns can be boring and I'm trying my hardest to keep it entertaining while also not rushing too much!! I have a LOT planned for this fic and I'm excited to get into the meat and potatoes of it!

Gif source

Saturday mornings are your favorite. They're usually relatively quiet, not a lot goes on and you get to spend some lazy quality time with Emma. Just as you're clipping her into her booster seat your phone dings with a text message.

Open the door, bitch

Rolling your eyes, you walk to the door and open it to find your sister, Sam, standing in front of you with a brown paper bag in her hands.

"Finally!" She says as she walks into the apartment.

"How long were you standing out there for? Thirty seconds?"

"Thirty seconds too long!" She says over her shoulder as she drops the bag onto the table and leans down to kiss Emma. "Hello my sweet little angel, how are you this morning?"

"Auntie! I'm hungry!"

"You didn't eat yet, did you?" She asks you as she opens the paper bag.

The smell of bacon immediately fills the kitchen and it makes your mouth water. The signature scent of an egg sandwich causes your stomach to growl in response.

"No, I was just about to make Emma something. Fuck that smells so good." You say under your breath. "Where are the kids?"

"Good, I got you a sandwich. And Tyler has them today. It's his weekend." Sam says.

"Ah, gotcha."

Sam hands you a sandwich from the bag and you eagerly take it from her.

"I don't think I've ever loved you more in my life."

"Ha ha" Sam sarcastically laughs. "Yeah I'm sure."

After whipping up Emma eggs of her own you sit at the table with Sam and dig into your sandwich.

"God I haven't had one of these in a minute."

"Consider this a 'congratulations on getting a job' gift." She says and you laugh in response. "How was it?"

"It was good, I keep saying this but it's really great to be back working and doing my thing. I missed it."

"Well I'm glad you're enjoying it so far. How are the people?"

"They're good, my boss is really nice, her kids for the most part are nice too. The CFO is kind of an ass, at least that's how he comes off."

"That sounds about right. Your boss' kids work there?"

"Yeah." You tell her about Bela, Cassandra and Daniela and she chuckles at Cassandra's attitude towards you.

"She sounds like a ray of sunshine." Sam says.

"You have no idea."

"Mommy! I want out!" Emma says.

"Okay baby, let's get you out."

You take Emma out of her booster seat and set her on the ground.

"Can I go play?"

"Yes baby, go ahead."

"YAY!" Emma screams as she runs into her room. You chuckle and shake your head at her.

"Well I'm glad you're liking it so far and that your boss is pretty cool. Have you told her about...?"

"No, not yet. It's too soon."

"She hasn't questioned why you've been out of work for two years?"

"Oh no, she has. But I danced around it. I'm not ready to talk about it in the office yet. It's nice not having people look at me the way they do once they find out, you know?"

"Not really, but I can understand. Is she at least understanding that you're a single mom?"

"Well, she just found that out yesterday, on accident really. Bela asked if Em was a mommy or daddy's girl."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. But I think I played it off well enough. And Bela definitely felt bad for asking because she blurted out that Alcina is a single mother too."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah. Alcina shot her a look. A 'don't tell people about our personal lives' kind of look. Then before I left for the day she thanked me for being so kind to her daughters, especially the youngest one. It was really sweet."

"From what you've said she doesn't seem like the type to get sentimental with her employees like that."

"She isn't. I honestly don't know if she's ever showed anyone else in the office that side of her before. Everything is always strictly business with her, at least from what I've seen so far. But it was nice seeing that softer side of her."

"What does she look like?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm nosey and want to know!"

"I don't know, she's tall, like six feet tall and she wears heels."

"Holy shit she must be a giant."

"She is. She has short curly hair, really pretty blue-grey eyes. I've never seen eyes like hers before, they're beautiful. And she has the best figure I've ever seen, it's almost fake but you know it isn't."

"How so?"

"She has like, massive tits." You say as you imitate the size of her breasts with your hands. "And a small waist, but not like, too small? Nothing about this woman is small honestly. She has a like, perfect hour glass figure. But you can tell it's all natural. And she dresses like she walked out of the 1950s."

"Sounds like you've looked her over on more than one occasion." Sam says as she smirks at you.

"You would too if you saw her! Practically everyone does. She gives off this crazy alpha energy."

"You're single, right?"

"Oh god Sam stop. She's my boss!" You say as your cheeks turn pink.

"That hasn't stopped people before!"

"You're ridiculous. No."

"You're turning red!"

"I've been there three days! I can't have a crush on my boss! Plus, just because she's a single parent doesn't mean she isn't seeing anyone. And I doubt she's into women and she's. My. Boss."

"Whatever you say." Sam says with a smirk as she cleans up the table.

"You are a pain in my ass."

"Yet you love me anyway. So how's sassy pants downstairs?"

"Margie? She's fine, same as usual. She finally gave up driving, thank god."

"Oh fucking finally. Deb's been trying to convince her mother to stop driving for years. What made her finally give in?"

"Well, a few months ago she ran into the garage door."

"Oh Jesus."

"So she bargained. She said she would stop driving if she could start smoking again."

Sam laughs out loud and shakes her head. "She is stubborn as fuck."

"The most stubborn woman I know."

Sam hangs out with you and Emma for a few more hours before heading out. Around one in the afternoon you put Emma down for a nap and you decide to jump in the shower. After your shower you get dressed and clean the house a little. Emma only naps for an hour and a half before you go in and wake her up.

The weather is finally warming up so you decide it's the perfect day to head to the park nearby. Emma squeals with excitement when you pull up and you can barely keep up with her as she runs to the slide. There's a few other kids at the park with their parents watching close by. You keep an eye on Emma as she goes up and down the slide a few times before growing bored of it and moving to play on the jungle gym.

Kids and their parents come and go as you sit on the bench watching your daughter. Dinner time is slowly arriving so you tell Emma she can go on the slide three more times before it's time to go home. After the third time she puts up a little bit of a fight but the moment you suggest going and getting dinner from her favorite place, she's more than eager to leave.

After pulling into the parking lot you and Emma enter the 1950's-style diner. The hostess seats the two of you and when your waitress comes you place your order. Not long after the food comes out and you start on your sandwich as Emma munches on her chicken fingers. Emma squeals with excitement when you tell her that she's allowed to get an ice cream and she happily orders a vanilla sundae, you of course also order one for yourself.

As usual, Emma is wearing her ice cream by the time she's finished with it but truthfully, you couldn't care less. After getting the check and paying at the register you and Emma head home.

Once Emma is bathed and dressed in her pajamas, the two of you pick out a book, as you do every night, and you read her the story as she falls asleep.

The rest of the weekend flies by and before you know it, Monday is back again. After dropping Emma off at your in-laws house you make your way to the estate.

Walking inside you see Cassandra and one of the other bartenders prepping the bar for the day. You wave at them, Cassandra as per usual ignores you but the other bartender, Dave, waves at you with a smile and a pleasant "good morning!"

Rounding the corner towards the offices you spot Chris and Alcina talking in the hallway. Alcina is leaning up against the wall inspecting her fresh manicure, looking like she couldn't be more uninterested in whatever Chris was talking about if she tried.

When the sound of your shoes against the floor reaches her ears her eyes flick up towards you. A bright smile stretches across her lips and she pushes herself off of the wall and steps towards you.

Chris stops speaking mid-sentence and gives Alcina a look. She returns the look and says to him "I already told you you can go ahead with the project, I don't need you to continue to bore me with details that are irrelevant." before turning away.

"Good morning." You say.

"Good morning Kathleen. How was your weekend?"

"It was good, quiet but relaxing. How was yours?"

"Excellent. My weekend was busy, as usual, but pleasant."

Just as you go to speak you're interrupted by the sound of a door being slammed open in the tasting room. A second later a voice rings through the tasting room and down the hall.

"DELIVERY FOR HER HIGHNESS!"

Alcina's head snaps in the direction of the room, her eyes narrow and you hear a low growl rumble in her chest.

"If you'll excuse me." She says through gritted teeth. You notice a vein in her neck begin to pulse and she storms towards the noise.

"Oh this will be good." Chris says with a little excitement in his voice.

"What? What was that?"

"You're gonna want to see this." He says with a smile as he walks in the direction Alcina took off in. You drop your bag at your desk and head towards the direction Chris and Alcina went off to.

Alcina opens the doors to the tasting room and her vision turns red. Waltzing into the room is her brother, Karl, making his way towards the bar.

"Cassie, hook your uncle up will ya?" He says, taking a seat.

"Heisenberg." Alcina hisses.

"Ah, there she is!" He says as he puts his feet up on the bar.

Alcina smacks his feet off and glares down at him.

"Do you not have any manners?" She says as her eyes flash with rage.

"What? I'd think you'd be more appreciative that I worked so hard to finish whatever the hell it was you asked me to make."

You walk into the tasting room behind Chris and watch as Alcina stands next to a slightly disheveled man. He's wearing a stained t-shirt with baggy pants and boots. A hat, sunglasses, and a trench coat.

He goes to grab the drink that was set in front of him, ignoring the fact that Alcina is practically shaking with anger. He takes a long sip of the beer he was given and pulls out a cigar, sticking it between his chapped lips. As he goes to grab a lighter from his pocket, Alcina snatches the cigar from his mouth and breaks it in half, dumping it onto the counter in front of him.

"The fuck was that for?!"

"You cannot smoke in here!"

"You're such a fucking buzzkill." He mutters, rolling his eyes and taking another drink from the bottle. "Cassie I don't know how the fuck you put up with this shit every goddamn day."

Cassandra snickers and Alcina shoots daggers at her. Rolling her eyes at her mother, Cassandra turns around and continues putting away the glasses.

Karl finishes off his beer and lets out an obnoxiously loud burp. Alcina scrunches her face in disgust and wafts the air between them away from her.

"You are a truly vile human being." She says.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry I don't meet your standards, princess." He replies. "Hey Cass, get me another round will ya?" He says, slapping his hand down on the bar.

"Absolutely not." Alcina says. "I will not have you come in here, make a scene, drink all of our imported beers and pay not as much as a dime for them. Up! Go," she says, shooing him away from the bar. "get the table and get the hell out of my establishment!"

"Someone's in a great fuckin' mood this morning. What happened, woke up on the wrong side of your coffin?"

"Karl you are testing the very little patience I have left." She says through her teeth.

"Hah! You? Having patience? I didn't know you were a comedian."

Alcina squeezes her eyes shut and rubs at her temples as Karl gets up and starts to head towards the door. As he turns around he sees you and Chris standing near the door leading to the offices.

"Ho shit! If it ain't the fancy CFO himself!" Karl belts across the tasting room before meeting Chris halfway. "Howya doin' ya son of a bitch?" He says, shaking his hand.

"Karl my man!" Chris says. "I've been good, keepin' busy. How about yourself?"

"Hope slenderwoman hasn't been too rough on ya!" He says before laughing too loud, earning another eye roll from Alcina. "And not bad, not bad. Your boss here commissioned some kind of table from me so I'm just droppin' it off. Nice excuse to ruffle a few feathers too if you know what I mean." He says, nudging Chris in the ribs and laughing. "And who is this little lady here?" He says, looking over at you.

Not a second later you hear Alcina's heels stomping in your direction, looking up you see her eyes narrowed at the back of his head.

"I'm Katie, the new marketing and social media strategist."

"Karl Heisenberg," he says, taking your hand in his. "the pleasure is all mine." He gives you a small bow before kissing the back of your hand and letting it go.

The action took you by surprise a bit and you swore you saw steam come out of Alcina's ears as she walks up behind him. Karl lets your hand go and Alcina grabs him by the back of his jacket and begins to pull him away.

"Will you keep your filthy hands off of my staff? God only knows when the last time you washed them!" She hisses before whipping him around and pushing him towards the door. "Go!"

"What?! Is this how you treat family here?! What kind of establishment is this?!"

"One I will have you removed from if you don't get that table this instant!"

"Alright, alright! Don't get your panties in a twist. I'm going, I'm going!"

Alcina lets out a huff and brings her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. After gathering herself she turns back towards you and Chris and makes her way over.

"I do apologize for my little brother, he is quite feral."

"Ah come on Alci, he isn't so bad!" Chris says and Alcina shoots him a glare.

"I told you, do not call me that. And that man is insufferable at best." She turns towards you. "I do apologize for his behavior."

"Don't worry about it, really, it's okay." You say with a smile.

The doors open once more and you can hear Karl barking orders to the guys lugging the table in. Alcina physically cringes as they bang into the doorframe while trying to get it inside.

"Ay! Watch it! That table is worth more than what you get paid in a month!" Karl yells.

"If you will excuse me." Alcina says before making her way over to the men and directs them where to go.

Both you and Chris take that as your cue to leave so the two of you head back to your offices.

"Told ya you'd wanna see that." He says with a satisfied smirk.

"See what? Ms. Dimitrescu and her brother?"

"Yeah! I've never seen anyone else be able to get her riled up so easily. Just his presence is enough to make the woman lose her shit."

"I guess." You say

It aggravated you a little seeing Chris find so much enjoyment from watching Alcina get frustrated and riled up. If anything, you felt bad for the woman. Luckily you and your sister got along great but it would probably piss you off too if you had a sibling that was to blatantly rude and dismissive in your place of work. If anything it's probably as embarrassing as it is annoying.

The rest of the walk back to your office was quiet, much to your surprise Chris seemed to get the hint that you weren't in the mood to revel in Alcina's misery and didn't say anything else. When you sat down at your desk you finally able to get started on today's work.

A few minutes later you hear heels on the tiled floor and see Alcina walk past your office. She looked less than thrilled for the couple of seconds you were able to see her. The door to her office opens and a minute later you hear it close and she walks past you again. Thinking nothing of it, you dive back into answering emails.

Once your inbox was taken care of you go to check your to-do list to see what you needed to prioritize for the day. Digging through your bag you realize you must have left your notebook in the car so you grab your keys and head out the side door towards the parking lot.

As you open the door the smell of fresh air quickly changes into the smell of cigarette smoke. Looking over, you see Alcina leaning up against the brick wall with a cigarette perched between two fingers.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were out here." You say as you close the door behind you.

"No need to apologize. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I just left my notebook in my car." You reply.

Alcina brings the cigarette to her perfectly painted red lips and takes a long drag before pulling it away. She turns her head away from you and exhales the smoke. Usually you found smoking to be unattractive but somehow every single thing this woman does is attractive as hell. You'd put money on the fact that she could shovel a pile of shit and still look good while doing it.

You make your way to your car and find your notebook on the floor of the passenger side. Walking back over to Alcina you notice her eyes are still on you.

"I didn't know you smoked." You say as you walk up to her and immediately wish you kept your mouth shut. Why would you say that? What a stupid thing to say.

Alcina chuckles as she takes another drag before exhaling again.

"Yes, it's truly a disgusting habit I've yet to break. I had been doing well, however, my brother certainly knows how to get under my skin."

"I get that, siblings definitely know how to rile each other up."

"He is a man-child. A petulant fool." She grumbles.

As you chuckle a van drives by and slows down. In the drivers seat you see Karl. He blares on his horn a few times as he drives by, causing both you and Alcina to jump. Your hands fly up to your ears and Alcina visibly winces at the noise.

"Nenorocitul acela." Alcina grumbles under her breath as she sticks her pinky in her ear. (That fucking moron).

She takes another drag from her cigarette and looks over at you.

"You said your daughter is starting daycare this week?"

Her question took you by surprise for a second, you definitely weren't expecting Alcina to remember that from the conversation you had last week.

"Yes! She starts tomorrow." You say with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. Truthfully, you were excited that Emma was going to spend time with other children her age and be able to socialize more, but the thought of sending her to daycare also gave you a lot of anxiety.

Alcina notices your apprehension even though you hide it well in your voice. It brought her back to when the girls were little and she sent them off to daycare for the first time. Granted, it was more of a private school than daycare, but leaving the girls behind and going to work was still anxiety-inducing for her.

"Nervous?" She asks before taking another drag of her cigarette.

Knowing Alcina was asking about you, you decide to divert your answer.

"Oh Emma is really excited. She wasn't sure at first but as soon as she saw all of the toys they had she was thrilled. She was very upset that she wasn't able to stay the day we did the tour."

"I was asking about you." She said with a smile.

"Oh."

"I remember when I dropped the girls off at daycare for the first time. I think I cried more than they did." She says with a chuckle. You notice a faraway look in her eye as she thinks back on the memory.

Alcina walked down the large, ornate hallway with Cassandra's tiny had in hers. In Cassandra's other hand, Bela clung tightly to her. When they arrived to the classroom the girls' daycare teacher greeted them at the door.

"Good morning! You two must be Cassandra and Bela." She says with a warm smile.

Bela and Cassandra clung to each other tighter, staring between Alcina and their new teacher. Alcina bends down and runs her fingers through Cassandra's dark hair.

"Girls, do you remember your teacher? Ms. Jackson?"

Bela's blue eyes scan the room as she holds onto her sister.

"Eu vreau sa merg acasa." She says quietly as tears begin to fill her eyes. (I want to go home).

"It will only be for a little while, draga. I'll be back before you know it." Alcina says, turning both girls to face her. She wipes the tears from Bela's cheeks and shushes her. "Nu plânge, e în regulă draga mea." (Don't cry, it's alright my darling).

"Vreau să merg acasă, te rog." Bela says as her voice trembles. (I want to go home, please).

"How about you give it a try? I have to go to work, but then we will go back home and we can play with your toys." Alcina says.

"No!" Bela yells, taking Alcina by surprise. "Vreau să merg acasă la mami! O vreau pe mama mea!" She cries. (I want to go home to mommy! I want my mommy!).

Alcina can feel her heart breaking in her chest. Cassandra's eyes begin to fill with tears as she watches her big sister cry. Even though she's only a year younger than Bela, she still understands that so much has changed and that they're no longer with their mother.

"O vreau pe mama mea." Cassandra whimpers before she starts to cry as well. (I want my mommy).

Wrapping her arms around the two little girls, Alcina pulls them into her and they grab onto her shirt and jacket as they cry.

"Shh, shh. Nu plânge fetele mele dragi, nu plânge. Va fi bine, doar respira, totul va fi bine." She says softly as she rubs circles across their backs as she tries to soothe them. (Don't cry my sweet girls, don't cry. It's going to be alright, just breathe, everything is going to be alright).

Their small cries chip away at Alcina's already fragile heart. She squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to shed a tear, refusing to let the girls - or anyone else for that matter - see her cry.

After taking a few deep breaths, Alcina begins to quietly hum the girls' favorite lullaby. She may still be brand new to parenting, but the one thing she figured out that works was singing to the girls in their native language. It was one of the few things that have been able to calm them when they were upset or scared. Alcina's mother would sing it to her and her sister when they were young. One night when she was at her wits end, she began singing it for Bela and Cassandra and they immediately began to calm down. It's been her go-to ever since.

The girls finally stop crying and Alcina pulls away enough to look at the two of them. As heartbreaking as it was, she couldn't help but think of how cute they looked. Bela's blue eyes and Cassandra's hazel eyes always looked brighter after they cried. Even their flushed cheeks and runny noses made them look cute. Alcina cupped each of their faces and wiped away their tears before placing a kiss in the center of each of their foreheads.

The girls looked up at her and it was almost pitiful. So much of her wanted to just take them home but she had to go to work and she had to let them go. Taking both of their small hands into each of hers, she looked both girls in the eye.

"I know it's frightening, I know you girls are scared, but I am coming back. I promise, I will be back and we will all go home together, okay?" The both nodded at her as tears began to fill their eyes once more. "No more tears my darlings, alright? No more tears." She says as she wipes away the stray tears from their cheeks. "I need both of you to be brave? Okay? Bela, I need you to look after your sister, to be protect her, alright?" Bela looks at Cassandra and back at Alcina and nods. "Cassandra, I need you to look after your sister, to be brave for her, can you do that for me?" Cassandra wipes her nose and nods at Alcina.

She strokes their hair before pulling the girls back in for a tight hug.

"Vă iubesc, vă iubesc atât de mult fetelor. Mă întorc, promit dragilor mei. Mă voi întoarce după tine. Nu te voi lăsa." Alcina whispers to them before giving them one last squeeze and letting go. (I love you, I love you girls so much. I'm coming back, I promise my darlings. I'll come back for you. I will never leave you).

Alcina stands up and straightens out her shirt and jacket. She takes the girls hands in each of hers and guides them to their teacher. Ms. Jackson smiles down at the girls and points out all of the toys scattered around the room. Cassandra eyes a baby doll and another little girl picks it up. The girl sees Cassandra and walks over to her.

"Play?" The little girl asks.

Cassandra looks up at Alcina and Alcina smiles down at her.

"Go ahead darling, go play."

Cassandra hesitantly releases Alcina's hand and looks at Bela, reaching out towards her. Bela's grip on Alcina tightens and Alcina strokes her hair.

"It's alright love, go play with them."

Bela looks up at Alcina who nods. After contemplating for a moment, Bela takes Cassandra's hand and the three little girls make their way over to the rug and begin playing with the toys.

Alcina takes the opportunity while they are distracted to thank the teacher and leave before they see her again. With her heart still breaking in her chest, Alcina makes it to her car and starts the engine.

Before she can pull away, the floodgates open. She grips the steering wheel and rests her forehead against her hands as she cries. Different emotions bubble up, but the strongest one is anger.

She's angry that the girls were put through so much at such a young age. She's angry at how unfair the last few months have been for them. Angry at the situation she herself was put in.

Alcina slams her fist against the steering wheel before pulling herself together. She takes her makeup bag from her purse and fixes her makeup before taking one last deep breath and driving away.

You can see memories flash across Alcina's eyes, memories you know nothing about. But you can see the emotions in her eyes, worry, sadness, and anger. Alcina snaps out of it and takes another drag of her cigarette and exhales.

"It's certainly not easy," she says. "the first few times are the most difficult, but eventually they were so excited the girls didn't even say goodbye when they ran through the doors." She says with a laugh.

"I'm sure we'll get there, but like you said, the first few times are gonna be rough."

"I have no doubts that the two of you will do great." She says with a smile.

With one last drag of her cigarette, Alcina puts the butt into the cigarette receptacle.

"Shall we?" She asks, nodding towards the door.

"Oh! Yeah." You say sheepishly.

Alcina opens the door and holds it for you. "After you."

"Thank you." You say with a smile before the two of you head back in.

#willalove75 #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #wlw fanfic #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu fanfic #alcina dimitrescu x oc #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #re8 lady dimitrescu #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu x oc #lady dimitrescu x original character #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 alcina #resident evil alcina #alcina dimitrescu x original character

[ghostiexe]

Forgotten Dinner || Husband Wilbur Soot x gn!Reader

this is my first tumblr post. idk how any of this works so sorry if formatting is shit LMAO. wordcount 815

lmanbur

this is a SFW blog so NSFW account please dni :3

Your breath comes out in a soft huff as you knock on the door to Wilbur's office, balancing a plate of food with your free hand. The food itself is nothing special, just some buttered garlic noodles. You feel a little bad, knowing you could have done better, but Wilbur won't care. After a moment, you hear him beckon you inside.

Turning the doorknob and stepping inside, you frown once you catch a glance of Wilbur. His shoulders are slumped, and he looks absolutely exhausted. He has deep bags under his eyes, and his curly hair is greasy, hanging into his eyes like he doesn't have the energy to brush it out of his face.

"Darling?" You ask cautiously, stepping closer and setting his food down on his desk. He turns his head to face you, mustering a weak smile.

"Hello, my love." He greets you, spinning his chair so that he faces you fully, holding his arms out for you.

You hum gently and lean down to hug him, the position not exactly comfortable, but you don't mind that much. As you wrap your arms around him, you rest your forehead to the top of his head, nose buried in his greasy curls. He sighs loudly, and you feel him crumble in your arms, leaning his head in and burying it in your chest. You frown.

"Are you okay?" You ask him hesitantly, pulling away slightly to look him in the eyes. One of your hands slips into his hair and he leans into the touch, eyes falling shut as he nods. You watch a small frown tug against the corner of his lips, then he shakes his head, as if he's changed his mind. You sigh softly and twirl his hair between your fingers. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He stays silent for a moment, then opens his eyes to look up at you, licking his lips. "I'm just tired. Been working." He says, voice scratchy and low like he hasn't spoken all day. You realize that he probably hasn't.

"I'm sorry, love. Maybe it's time for a break?" You suggest, and he shrugs, though the motion makes him wince.

"Yeah, you're probably right." He grumbles, wrapping his arms more firmly around your waist and pulling you closer. He presses his face into your chest again and you laugh softly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

"You wanna go to bed? It's getting kinda late." You say, shuffling closer and gingerly sitting down in his lap. He welcomes the change in position and hooks his chin over your shoulder, face pressed into your neck. He presses a chaste kiss to the soft skin there.

"Just hold me for a moment, please." He mumbles, the request received with a soft hum of agreement from you.

You continue to run your fingers through his hair for a while, though you don't know how much time has passed when he clears his throat and leans back. You could have sat there with him for hours for all you knew.

He takes a shuddering breath in and rests his head against the back of his chair, leaving you with the gorgeous view of his neck, the sight bringing a soft smile to your lips as you lean forward and press a kiss to the column of his throat. He makes a startled sound and leans forward again, peering incredulously down at you. You smile innocently and after a moment he laughs under his breath, cupping your cheek with one hand as he leans in to kiss you gently on the lips.

"You kissed me." He says, almost like it's an accusation. You play along instantly.

"I did." You say, mustering your best forlorn tone. You sigh, leaning away and crossing your arms. "My bad. Should've known you wouldn't want kisses from someone like m-" You're cut off by his lips pressing against yours again, but he's giggling into it, your teeth clacking lightly together as you both grin.

"Oh my God, shut up." He complains teasingly, peppering kisses around your face. A couple pecks on your cheek, then a few on your forehead. You're relieved at how his voice sounds so much lighter now, less bogged down, though you know he's still exhausted from the way he keeps having to swallow to hold back yawns.

You let your eyes fall shut as he kisses you once more, on the lips this time. It's slow and soft and his lips are just a little chapped, but you lean into it with a content hum.

"I love you." You whisper once the two of you finally pull away, lazily messing with his hair. He smiles softly and nods, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, the both of you closing your eyes and just breathing together.

"I love you, too." He whispers back.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #will gold x reader #wilbur soot x you #will gold x you

[milksuu]

Hello!! thank you so much for carrying the heartbeats and for reviving the the league tumblr fandom. you are doing us are great service orz

Anyway may I request something nsfw with yone? just some general hcs if you do that. but if not then, what does he think of lingerie or what does he do when he needs to let off some stress? I personally think he doesn’t have much of a sex drive but what about the days where he does feel like it?

❥ prompt: Yone has more than one way to deal with his stress. ❥ content/warnings: nsfw 18+, masturbation ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!yone

Yone would never mention anything about his private life. Whatever happens behind closed doors isn't anyone's business. Whether he pleases himself or not, it's never a topic he entertains. He does his job, he provides receipts. What's more to discuss?

Stress is inevitable. Comes with the demands of the music industry, celebrity lifestyle, and overall business management side of his career. Yone keeps a strict regime in the form of daily habits, which helps reduce stress by making things consistent.

Wake up at 4AM and take a morning jog for improved energy and health. Next, mindful yoga and meditation to improve focus. Then, a cold shower to increase metabolic function. After that, he reads a news article while drinking cold brew in complete, and qualitative silence.

However, some days prove to be more challenging than others. And his usual methods prove to be futile. As if all of his meticulous daily planning is all but thrown into an endless void. And he's only wasting precious time and energy. A pet peeve of his. When he's in this state, it breeds a terrible habit. One that he hasn't been able to shake off since his early college days, and that's smoking.

But there's a formula for when this happens. It happens at a specific place, at a specific time, within a specific headspace. Taking place in his private office, well into the night hours, and the emails seem endlessly blaring against his laptop screen.

He needs to take a moment to step around his room. Shifting through what is personally self persevering, to what exactly isn't. He's a man of logic. He rationalizes with himself. He doesn't do it often. Not often enough to completely quit, at least.

He keeps his cigarette pack and a single lighter inside a locked drawer at his desk. He lights one, taking a deep breath as he steps to his office window. He cracks it open, where a discreet ashe tray sits on the outside sill. He taps against the tray, staring at a ceiling that has changed so often in his life. Consistency, regime, habits...those were the only comforting things in such a fast paced world.

The nicotine hits perfectly. Easing the tension in his mind. As if the wires are slowly, but surely uncoiling. It eases him to the point of pouring himself a ball-glass of expensive whiskey, gifted by another Riot employee at a private soiree. A few more puffs and he ashes the cigarette. Taking a sip of the whiskey, he decides to nurse it at the desk. Time to get more work done.

He finishes sending the last email, wraps up a phone call with Alune, and creates his last reminders for tomorrow. It's time to prepare for bed. Which consists of a night time shower. Wash away the the smoke possibly lingering against his skin. Wash away pestering thoughts from the day. Wash away anything that doesn't serve him.

The hot water glides down his shoulder and back muscles. Drop by drop, it eases the tension of fibers. Yone closes his eyes, exhaling into the feeling. Behind his lids, he notices his insides feel warm, and his senses tingling. Ah...that brand of whiskey may have had a higher alcohol proof. He should have read the label. He runs his long fingers through his hair down the length of his neck. Doesn't matter. He's going to sleep after this. He may even get better rest because of it.

Twitch. How annoying. That pool of warmth travelled from his stomach well into his groin. He stares down at his erection, dripping with shower water. He was a man of logic and reason. Restful sleep wasn't promised if he first didn't take care of this inconvenience. Efficient in all facets of his life, servicing himself was no different.

He took himself in his hand. A low exhale, squeezing at his base. He closed his eyes again. His head buzzing from the whiskey. Black thigh-high pantyhose. He stroked upwards. Black pencil skirt. He dragged his hand back down. No underwear, straddling a leather office chair. He dragged his hand up and down, coating himself. Despite the warm water, a shiver ran down his spine. Nipples fully visible through a white blouse. His brows knitted together. He huffed, placing a free-hand against the shower wall for support. His cock slick and throbbing. Cherry red lipstick. Tongue circling the head of a cherry lollie. An audible moan escaped him. It bounced against the shower tiles, echoing around him. Licking and sucking. Licking and sucking. Until—Pop!

A hot, white flash of pleasure washed through his veins. His cock pulsed from the pressure, until his fluids came shooting. He caught a loud moan in his throat, gripping tightly around his shaft. Working himself through his climax, he messaged out the last of come from his tip. His mind, full of nothing but an erotic fantasy, now hummed with static emptiness.

Damn, he was exhausted.

an: REJOICE. secretly obsessed with this man. ty ty for the yone req. anon!

#heartsteel #heartsteel yone #yone #league of legends #headcanon #request #reqs open #yone fans rise #rejoice

[plural-culture-is]

Hello! I’m neurodivergent and just starting to learn about plurality. Do you have any advice on how/where to start learning about it? (Tumblr tags aren’t really an educational resource, I’ve learned) There are SO many different types of systems/alters and I want to understand

We've got some resources in this post!

And since that hasn't been updated in a while we'll add on: (note that not all of these are pro-endo)

Pluralpedia

Multiplicity and Plurality Wiki

System Sources

System Comfort's Plural Resources

Plurality Resources

Kinhost

Plurality Playbook

First Person Plural

Discussing Dissociation

dis-os

DID Self Help

Sarah K Reece

The Dissociative Initiative

Collective Phenomenon

Two Courts

Astraea's Web

Partielles (yes it's French)

Tulpanomicon

Tulpa.info

Tulpa.info Wiki

sophieinwonderland's list of endogenic and non-disorded studies

We're also open to answering any plural-related questions! What we have answered before can be found under our #not plural culture tag

#not plural culture #plural system #plurality #actuallyplural #plural resources #resources #galacticscrotum

[familyvideostevie]

hey.

okay. hello! i'm back. :)

maybe you noticed, maybe not, but i have been away for a while.

i wish i could say i've been out living my life, so caught up in happiness and joy and loving each day that i've just not had time for tumblr. but....that is not true. i have been having a tough time! being away has been good, as i've had time to do other things that i like and to put energy into my own well-being, but it hasn't been the best time, I'll tell you that.

i peeked on the dash every now and then to keep my queue full and reblogged soothing things to my main blog and tried my best not to feel guilty about it all (i was also booping on April 1 lol). i just...I really needed a break. i've really enjoyed being here the last six or so months as i've changed my blog and entered the pedro/tlou space but i've also felt so, so alone.

and i know that it doesn't really matter!! like, we should all take breaks and go outside and all that stuff. and I know plenty of people are not very active, but this blog has been such a vital part of my life and happiness since I started it almost two years ago, so any lapse in activity feels like a loss. I've met lifelong friends and flexed my writing muscles and learned a hell of a lot. the fact that I have started to feel isolated and alone on here is a sort of personal betrayal, and there is no one to blame but myself.

So, I’m pulling back.

it means a few things — i don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing from now on. For Joel, especially — it’s been wonderful to meet folks in that community but it has also been really detrimental to my passion for both the game and writing. I’d like to return to some other characters on my masterlist, but we’ll see. I’ve got endless personal projects away from tumblr that I want to pour love and time into (my non-reader fics, my newsletter, a romance novel, a sci-fi novel, poetry, etc). I need to fall in love with my own work again.

it's a me problem, I want to stress that. i'm working on it! irl stuff has been kicking my ass. I've had a really, really hard winter and my mental health has suffered probably more than ever before. i let things I love -- like this blog -- fester and become negative and no longer being me joy. writing became stressful and difficult and I was focused on notes and interaction and looking around me and seeing success and then looking at myself and only seeing lack.

but that's why I took a break! i am getting help and support irl, i am putting in the time and effort to feel better about being alive and to be a better friend and person all around. And I want to tell you all about it because I am so grateful for your time and attention and support, even if we’re just strangers on the internet. i know this probably seems silly -- who cares about a fanfic blog? well, i care! i care a lot! it matters to me and therefore it matters!

anyway. on to the important stuff. here I am! and here's what's going to happen on this blog:

I am working on replying to asks and reblogs and comments I missed. Thank you for being patient with me! I don't know if I'll get to them all but know I see them and I am honored every single time.

I made a totally separate ao3 account with this blog url. I'm working on uploading everything I've posted here onto there and hopefully will continue to crosspost. It is going to take a long, long time, so please be patient! (you can follow my other ao3 here for my non x-reader fanfic).

I posted this fic! Jackson!Joel pulled me back into his world. It’s the first thing I’ve written in ages, so let me know what you think. as of now it's the last planned fic for that series, but who knows!

I hit a milestone while i was away that I am absolutely blown away by. I'm planning a celebration around it sometime this spring (hopefully) and I’d love to see you participate :)

lastly, thank you so much to my friends for letting me complain, whine, winge, etc. I am so sorry for missing all of your work, your celebrations, your bright energies, and all the rest. i am so sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring you. you are my guiding lights, my silver linings, my touchstones. you make me want to be here. i will try to make it up to you!

I want to be online less but make sure I’m connecting more in the moments that i am here. I want to pressure myself to write less and not feel bad that I’m not engaged all the time. I want this blog to once again feel like a place that nourishes me and not sucks me dry. i want to stop feeling like shit about all of it!!!!

so. come hang out in my inbox, my dms, let me know what you've been up to. I am really sorry for missing so much. thank you for sticking around. <3

#personal #this is very long but please read it maybe? #emma rambles #I will reblog it a few times probably

[cheesus-doodles]

Hello, it's been a while since I visited your blog, as the end of school and the beginning of adulthood have taken up more of my time recently. Nevertheless, I'm glad to revisit your blog and see new posts. It brings back memories of the old days when I was in the tokyo revengers fandom, spending weekends reading the manga and some fanfics on tumblr.

I don't think this question has been asked before, but I've always been curious about the personality of the author. I know there are descriptions in your posts, but I'd love to hear more about it in your own words. It seems more intriguing to me.

I'm not sure when you'll read this or what time it is, but I hope you continue to be as creative as you've been. Your posts motivated me to return to writing and develop my talent in that. ♡︎

hello again anon! welcome back to this little corner of the internet, I'm glad to you thought of here enough to return ^^ ahh the transition from school to workplace is definitely not easy, remember to be kind to yourself! super nice ask, yes I most definitely will keep writing as and when I have time, and I'm super happy to hear that my rants into the abyss have motivated you :) take care of yourself anon!

Also if I'm interpreting this correctly, I think you're asking about the personality of the reader? Do let me know if I'm wrong though, I'll be more than happy to answer any questions you have!

Masterlist

A Friend in Me: Chapters 1 | 2‎ | 3

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I have done the personality of Boss from the Red Dragonflies AU here previously, so I'll talk more about the nameless reader from A Friend In Me/Going Home here!

I always imagined reader to be this rather socially awkward and emotionally sensitive individual, yet very friendly and easygoing person. Its not like you don't want to have friends - its not easy being the outcast in school, having to be the one looking in all the time and knowing that you weren't going to be picked for teams during physical education class, having to eat lunch alone. Not because the rest of your classmates and schoolmates hate you per se(before the arrival of your Toman boys and their interferrence, at least), but rather because barely anyone knows you exist.

You have never been very good at putting yourself out there despite wanting to know people and make friends, and when you do, you're always nervous and anxious. And this would lead to you believing that even the mere act of reaching out to others makes you a burden. You can't quite trust others on their word even when they were happy to make friends with you, continuing to think that they're putting on an act out of sympathy for you, and at the end of the day, you're simply troubling them.

Of course your confidence increases by leaps and bounds after meeting your Toman boys and seeing that you are actually capable of being sociable and putting yourself out there, and even after the same delinquents you called friends stripped you of your newfound confidence around your schoolmates, this doesn't deter you from attempting to find your own way in the world, much to the boys' chagrin.

In general, you would also be a pretty carefree and easygoing for the most part, happy to just be included in whatever that is going on. The reader I have in my mind when writing is always up for anything that her boys suggest, and despite your rather quiet nature, your sense of adventure hasn't been lost. Be it motorcycle rides in the middle of the night, or something more gut-sinking like watching the boys spar, you never really said no. And though you said you were okay with it, the Toman founders would try never to pick a fight in front of you - god only knows how you would react and they wouldn't want to have to deal with that.

Most definitely an easily manipulated person, you rely heavily on the emotions of the people around you to try and tell if you are being a good friend and if they liked you enough to keep you around. Which makes you susceptible to being influenced by the merest suggestion of unhappiness or anger at your actions, falling over yourself to correct yourself in a bid to stop that friend from leaving you. Even when you do eventually start to stand up for yourself - e.g. when you have someone to defend - enough pressure usually can still get you to fold like a wet paper towel, and it would be interesting to find out when you will finally draw the line.

It is pretty unfortunate that being the pushover you are is part of the reason why the yandere Toman boys like you so much (because you do whatever they want without complaint and pamper them in return for the bare minimum), so it will be a balancing game to try and prevent temper flaring; these are delinquents that you are dealing with at the end of the day, and even if they would hesitate to turn their fists directly at you, the darling of their world, everyone else around you is free real estate the moment you start misbehaving in their eyes. And boy, it'll be a matter of whether you give in first, or someone dies first.

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