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starleska · 10 months

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So what I get is that most fans are spreading rumors about clown being hacked or putting words in his mouth, and some are treating him like a child who needs to be protected at all cost (which is kinda creepy behavior). And this is happening because he made a NSFW tag, right? What a way to wake up to.

hello anon! yes, you've hit the nail on the head - i'm so sorry that this was what you woke up to! it certainly had my heart rate up for a bit 😭💖 here's the situation (apologies for the long post):

Clown has now made an official separate tag for NSFW content, #PlayfellowXXX. this is excellent! much like Toby Fox did with the #Undertail tag, NSFW fanworks creators now have a separate space to place their work, meaning that individuals who don't want to see that content don't need to.

Wally Darling and Frank Frankly Voice Actor F. Frankie Frankenstein confirmed that this was real, and a decision made by the Welcome Home team.

this was quickly corroborated by Clown, who said that they have not been hacked, and he just needed some time to adjust to all of the new attention. they also found the whole outcry quite funny!

after this, Welcome Home team member Anonymous Puzzler also said that this was a mutual decision between the team, and specifically said that it wasn't coerced in any way. she also confirmed that NSFW was never prohibited in the first place - it was just asked to be private while they worked everything out.

during this time, there were a variety of reactions from people. many were elated; some were confused; others were angry and/or upset. some believed Clown was hacked; others believed he was coerced; others acknowledged its veracity, but were saddened/angered all the same.

to recap: NSFW content has never been banned, according to the Welcome Home team: they just wanted time to work out the best way to protect younger people and those who don't want to see that kind of content in an enormous fandom. the team's preference is now for all Welcome Home NSFW content to go under the tag #PlayfellowXXX. this is a decision Clown and the team have reached organically, without coercion, and for the betterment of the fandom.

there is a significant portion of folks who are distressed by this news, and who are assigning thoughts and feelings onto Clown without knowing him personally. i don't think this is terribly healthy. it's okay if you don't like NSFW fanworks; having a separate tag means you can block/blacklist, and not have to see it!

personally, i think this is a wonderful idea. i'm saddened by the backlash NSFW creators are receiving in the wake of this news - especially as someone who received some of that hate, despite never having made NSFW content for Welcome Home!

i'm also baffled by the repeated assertion that Clown has somehow been coerced into this decision by 'porn-addicted weirdos'. the Welcome Home fandom has been extraordinarily respectful of the private NSFW rule...now, it's okay for people to make NSFW content for Welcome Home, guys. we literally got the green light 😅

the creator is an adult, the characters are adults, and it's a horror project which will deal with mature themes. this really is the best way the team could've handled this kind of project suddenly getting an enormous audience with a lot of younger people! no one is 'more deserving' of being in the fandom, and no one is 'better' than anyone else for making or not making a certain kind of fanwork. certainly, no one 'owns' a tag, character, or fandom - it is a courtesy to have a separate space so that people can avoid NSFW content if they want to.

at the end of the day, i hope those who are upset get a chance to rest, and realise this isn't the end of the world. i understand how hard this might be, especially if NSFW content is a real no-go for you. but everyone's fandom experience is different, and i promise you, the NSFW creators aren't making that content just to make you, personally, feel bad! 💖 if you see someone posting in the wrong tag, or who has outdated information, just politely let them know, or mute/block/scroll on as you need to.

now, i realise i'm breaking my own rule about not weighing in on discourse...but i have so many Welcome Home followers and wanted to make this easily accessible 🙏 i hope this clears up any questions people have.

to the NSFW creators - have fun! to those who'd rather not see NSFW content - take care of yourself! i hope you all have a wonderful day :3c

#welcome home #welcome home arg #playfellowxxx #wally darling #starleskasks #naughty tag #suggestive #long post

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hotofwar · 1 year

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A strange turn of events

Thor x Kratos

Warnings: Anal sex, unprepared penetration, drunk sex, just a tiny bit of dubcon, fist time writing this pair so it might be ooc at times.

Summary: Thor keeps visiting Kratos' home despite their differences. One of said visits turns different to the others.

For @careful-please <3

He should have never accepted the liquor of the other god. Kratos was no lightweight by any means, but there was something in that mead that made him feel slightly drunk after the first cup. It looked like the thunder god was not immune to his own mead too. This stupid visit- after the first time he came and they both battled- for some reason the god kept coming back, strangely enough he seemed to be looking for either a fight or a drinking buddy. Why the thunder god insisted on choosing kratos for this was beyond him.

Kratos had sent Atreus out with Mirmir- not willing to expose him to the probable subsequent fight that would come. Thor wasn't even here for Atreus anyway- and the boy was smart enough to hide and avoid anyone else that might want to find him alone. Kratos and Thor had time to do their stupid fight and then go their separate ways without trouble.

Or at least that's what the god of war expected.

Kratos already had his axe in hand- waiting for Thor to commence the fight as they both sat down on the table- the other insisted on trying to catch him off guard- but it hardly worked after the first time. But the thunder god poured out another drink- one that he did not accept- so he simply drank it himself in one quick swoop. The redheaded god sighed content as he downed said drink, which only seemed to boost his confidence. It must had been the alcohol which made him say what he was about to say next.

“So… You keep waiting for me to make the first move- The first hit, and only then you give me a good fight!” His voice was low, gravely, but amused, almost as if he was about to burst laughing at any moment. The war god only stared as he continued. “I know what you are trying to do, you know?” The thunder god stood up, but left his weapon on the table as he approached Kratos, the other moving to stand up too before the thunder god crowded his space. “You want to- to be the better person, huh? You think you can deal with me without violence? I mean, why else would you let me in again and again!” Kratos simply grunted. He was right. It was mostly a test- Kratos testing himself trying not to fall into his rage. So far he had failed. “I give you the option.” The war god stated. “To leave in peace. It is you, who doesn’t allow a different outcome.” Thor laughed, a deep laugh that left him rubbing his belly as he took a step back. Kratos was right too.

“Well, then today you are in luck!” Thor said as he regained his composure, placing a heavy hand on the other's shoulder, his demeanor a mix of friendly and flirty. “Today I want to give you another option!”

It's that how he found himself in his current position- laying on his back against the table- mead and weapons discarded and the thunder god loomed over him, his thick hands roaming over his body as his mouth gave sloppy kisses to his chest and neck. Kratos couldn't say he had expected or even wanted this- perhaps it was the alcohol that made his reason fail him- or perhaps he simply wanted to prove a point to his “guest”. Anything was better than making war, right? Making love… It shouldn't be a problem. Maybe Kratos was simply hiding behind the alcohol to accept something he deep down wanted. He didn't want to think too much about it, less not that the Thunder god cupped his face and kissed him roughly- the taste of mead still in his mouth as the others tongue invaded his own- The war god allowed it. Thor seemed to go at him like a starved man- he was being attentive but rough with the other, his hands sometimes squeezing too hard- his teeth biting the others flesh- and yet Kratos found himself allowing each small act of passion that the other gave him. It had been a while since someone wanted him so badly- so aggressively.

Kratos grunted as the red headed god pulled him off the table- apparently done with the foreplay as he first undid KRatos belt, exposing KRatosd hard cock. In an instant, Thor had undone his own belt, and grabbed both their cocks and pumped them together, his big hand allowing him a nice grip over both. Kratos was not unwilling- but Thor seemed desperate already just by seeing his member- a vein seemed to pulse in time of his strokes- and he was leaking so much precum he was making a mess down his own thighs and Kratos. Between the both of them Thor was also the most vocal one, moaning, gasping and grunting as he rubbed his cock against the other’s fervently. The slickness of the other made the rubbing on his member be easy and pleasurable- that coupled with the others warm breath against his neck was making him start to get weak at the knees- his orgasm building up deliciously.

“F-fuck…!” The Thunder god muttered as he stopped his ministrations to use both his hands to grab Kratos hips- and abruptly turned him around, the other almost growling at the sudden change- the weight of the god falling on his back, making him bend over with his chest against the table and his ass poked by the others erection. Thor seems to be coming undone over him, his cock poking his entrance and gliding over his crack and the war god finally starts to moan and gasp himself. “Wait.” Was all he managed to say before the thunder god tried to penetrate him- Kratos accepted to have sex but… To receive? He was not exactly expecting that- much less ready. But the Thunder god was desperate and inpatient- pressing against him without first preparing or stretching him- his own slickness being the reason he managed to breach the tight ring of muscle. Kratos winced and sucked in a deep breath- the thunder god was thick, and the stretch was already hurting a little- he could bear it but something told Kratos that Thor wouldn't be able to give him enough time to adjust before he started pounding him. Thor was resting his forehead on Kratos shoulder, practically whining as his hips shaked in place. It seemed to take all of the others strength to slowly sheathed himself inside the other- the war god was tight and could feel the member inside of him throbbing as inch by inch continued to enter him- the stretch becoming unbearable. Kratos was above pleading- but a small whimper escaped him, the only sound that indicated his discomfort. The member rubbed a particular spot that for a moment made Kratos clench and moan- and Thor’s resolve was broken. Cursing, he started moving with more speed and urgency, finally earning the sounds of the god underneath him. At first he simply grunted, but each painful movement was accompanied by a hit against his prostate, turning his grunts into himpers, his whimpers into moans, and his moans into wails. Kratos braced himself against the table as the other held his hips and eagerly pounded the pale god.

“Damn- y-youre so much better than I expected!” Thor managed to say between thrusts, “I dont think i’ll last much longer- ahhh!”. He moaned, a hand reaching over to grab Kratos' own erection and rubbing it enthusiastically. The war god’s sounds raised and octave, being stimulated by both ends was becoming overwhelming. “Hnnn! Enough- wait!-” He yelled as his orgasm approached way too quickly, making him come first- his seed spilling into the floor as his walls squeezed impossibly tighter the god of thunder- making the other almost scream as his orgasm triggered and he came deep into his bowels, some of his own seed spilling out and running down their thighs and mixing with the seed on the floor.

Exhausted, Thor collapsed on top of kratos, his flaccid cock sliding out of the others hole. The weight was strangely comforting for Kratos, who lay there panting and swimming on the after effects of his orgasm. Thor nussled the others neck, his arms coming to wrap around the others god in a show of affection. “Well… You were right after all… We don't always have to fight…” He mumbled, leaving lazy kisses on the others shoulder as he got his breath back. Thor already knew he would be coming much more often if this was now a possible ending to his visits, and silently, Kratos looked forward to it.

#God of war #gow #gow ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #Kratos #Thor #Nordic kratos #God of war Thor #God of war ragnarok thor #Hotofwar post #careful-please #naughty tag

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drugsforaddicts · 4 months

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#Just needed him blinking away in my blog 💚#seiskalehti anna sitä raippaa #Seiska asking the same goddamn bolero questions hohhoi #käärijä #oh I guess I've been naughty since it's not showing up in the tag #oh well

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foralleternityidiot · 7 months

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Some actors kiss like it’s their job, some like it’s a chore, and some like it’s a hobby. And don’t tell me you don’t know which is better and which is worse.

#I had this thought while thinking about neo trai #just tagging some things I’ve watched lately #only friends the series #dangerous romance the series #my personal weatherman #exclusive fairytale #love in translation #naughty babe the series #my beautiful man eternal #kiseki dear to me

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zer0pm · 1 year

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Imagine the reason why you failed to meet up with Leon and Ashley was because Luis kept leading you both into trouble.

You should have left this man in the sack.

You knew the moment he opened his mouth that you should have slapped the tape back on and turned around. Because he looked like trouble, more trouble than he was worth. And so far for however long you’ve been stuck with him, he hasn’t proven you wrong. Luis Serra is unequivocally the most insufferable man you have ever met.

“Remind me again how we got ourselves in this situation,” you huffed, the weight of your back pressed firmly against the door. The Spaniard is beside you, also using his weight to help keep the door closed. More accurately, to keep the monsters outside from forcing their way in and tearing you two to pieces. You can practically feel the wood splintering under each aggressive push and you both were struggling to keep hold.

The man’s face contorts to a slight wince, grey eyes cast down to the ground in mild guilt. “You know, my friend, everything happened so quickly. To recall every causal detail would be-”

“It was a rhetorical question!” you snap at him with an exasperated glare, your patience completely run thin. A violent jolt of the door nearly splits the wood off its hinges, raising the tension. “We can’t stay here forever, we got to do something.”

“De acuerdo.” Luis nods, quickly scanning the room for an exit. The dimly lit space was enclosed with no other obvious doors leading to another area but his eyes fall upon a tall wardrobe that looked hardly big enough for two people. He makes eye contact with you with a telling glint in his gaze and you immediately catch onto his plan. An unenthusiastic groan reverberates from your throat before you throw him a committed nod.

He adjusts his stance and waits for you to follow suit while you both were still supporting the door on its weakening frame. “On my count… ¡Uno-!”

Your whole body surges forward as you’re suddenly ripped away from the door by a strong hand around your wrist and practically dragged to the wardrobe. Luis pulls you into a tight embrace before hurriedly backing you both inside the enclosed space, using his free hand to seal the opening behind you shut.

You were about to yell at him asking what the hell happened to “two” and “three” but thought better of it at the terrifying sound of wood thunderously breaking from outside.

Booming footsteps stomp by your hiding spot and ominous mutterings in Luis’ native tongue fills the room. Judging by the varying noises, you deduce that there were at least a handful of plaga hunting you. To take them on in such tight quarters would be suicide so the best that either of you can hope for is that they eventually leave with the impression that you and Luis miraculously disappeared into another part of this godforsaken castle.

As you wait anxiously for your pursuers to give up their search here, you finally realize your close proximity to Luis. The space within the wardrobe was so tight, every inch of the front of your body pressed his. His spicy musk fills your nostrils, making you go dizzy. His breath fans against your lips and you subconsciously breathe it in, tasting his air upon your tongue. His body heat wraps around you with a warmth so inviting that you felt yourself tempted to lean into him. Being so close to this man was dangerous, he is standing still and yet already he’s overwhelming your senses effortlessly, ensnaring you in a mesmeric daze.

Luis feels you shudder and instinctively snakes the hand that was on your back to your shoulder, squeezing gently in a considerate attempt to ease your tensions. The comforting gesture makes you relax and you unwittingly fall into his hold. In the darkness, your noses bump. You immediately feel the muscles of his body stiffen, realization also clicking in his mind of your shared closeness.

For what felt like an eternity, neither of you moved. The sudden stillness causes your heart to pound in your chest harder than the looming dangers just a few feet away, survival becoming a mere afterthought and discarded in the back of your mind. Then finally, as if you are in a trance, you make the first move.

Your hands on his shoulders glide to his thick neck, thumbs curiously caress along the quickening pulse throbbing beneath the skin. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobs heavily under your soft touch. His warm breathing falls shallow, mingling with yours and turning the air between you two hot, thick, and heavy. You wished then that you can see his eyes, know what he was thinking. But the darkness obscured your vision and it was imperative that you two remained quiet while enemies lingered nearby, so every mood and intent that you can possibly think of can only be speculated by physical cues. But there were none. Aside from the hand on your shoulder, Luis remains completely stagnant.

Another expectant moment and still he does nothing. Disappointment slowly creeps into your heart and you began to remove your hands from his neck. The sound of rough scratching along the floorboard makes you twist your head in attention.

And that is when you felt it. The unmistakable softness of lips pressed upon the lobe of your ear. If you didn’t turn your head to the side-

Shivers tingle down your spine, sparks set off across your entire body. A sharp intake of breath escapes you and you thought for certain that you have forsaken you both. However, the steps and voices outside the wardrobe have receded, followed by the familiar scratching on the ground. Then all fell into silence.

Is it safe?

“Hueles bien,” his husky voice whispers absentmindedly, but you didn’t catch it over the sound of your blood pumping.

You whisper back, “What?”

Luis stutters, “I-I said that I think we’re good now.”

You’re fairly certain he wasn’t being truthful but didn’t press the matter. As carefully as you could, you place your hand behind you against the wardrobe opening, pushing slightly to peak outside, grateful that it did not creak. You don’t see anything in your immediate field of vision and no suspicious shuffling can be heard. Deciding to press your luck, you open the door further and was met with relief to find that the plaga are completely gone from the room. You leave the tight space first and newfound anxiety washes over you when you turn to meet Luis who also steps out of the wardrobe and is now meeting your eyes.

A lit torch that hung on the stone wall beside you illuminated his handsome face, giving his skin a nice warm glow. But his expression was neither warm or cold. In fact, it was unreadable, just like his eyes right now which are focused solely on you. The memory of his lips on your skin comes back burning to the forefront of your mind and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch the spot with your fingertips. His grey eyes follow your movements, lingering on the spot, and they seemed to glint anew under the flame’s light. The cracks in his stony expression giving way to emotions that you recognized immediately. They were familiar to you, because you wore them as well.

Anticipation and desire.

They still ran through you now and pumped your burning hearts with deep want. But again, you both do nothing. Simply locked in a perpetual state of longing.

Luis clears his throat, effectively breaking the spell. “I should, uh-”

“-check if the coast is clear.” you finish for him.

He nods, “Sí, sí.” And with that, he steps away from you, almost regretfully so, striding over to the shattered doorframe and ducking his head out in search of any further potential dangers. As soon as his back was turned, you sigh out all of the tension that you were holding inside your lungs.

A million thoughts ran in your head and they are all about Luis. Yes, the Spaniard had a way of getting on your nerves. The man was practically an expert in raising your blood pressure. But at the same time, there was no denying that you are helplessly charmed by him. And from how Luis was acting just now, it seems you affect him the same way as if you both are drawn to each other like magnets. This growing attraction makes things very complicated. And now is not the time for complications. You have to reunite with Leon Kennedy and Ashley Graham.

Mentally, you slap yourself back to focus on the task at hand. While Luis was still keeping a lookout, you took the time to observe your surroundings and notice scratches along the floor. Your eyes follow the marks all the way to the stone wall across from you. Driven by curiosity, you approach the wall and feel alongside the cracks, catching a distinctive line that runs around, making a large shape. In the middle of the shape is the torch that serves as the only source of light in the room, burning brightly in its sconce. The holder hangs awkwardly on the stone, angled in a way as if it has been disturbed. Your eyes flash wide in understanding. So this is where your infected hunters disappeared to. Ingenius. You wondered if they were still on the other side searching for you and Luis but decided not to even entertain the idea by touching the torch. Luis’ voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, no plaga around. We’re good to go,” he says assuringly, returning to your side. “It’s dark out there, though. So we’re going to need a light.”

His grey eyes follow your gaze and perk up at the sight of the torch. “Esto. This will do nicely,” his hand reaches for it.

Alarms go off in your head. “No, wait-!”

But it was too late. The moment he grabbed the sconce with one hand in order to pull the torch out of it with the other, the support shifts under his weight and somewhere within the wall, foreboding clicks of a mechanism triggering fills the air.

Oh no.

The wall gives way. You and the dark-haired man quickly jump away from it and behind the space it once occupied, more torches came into view, illuminating the darkness- all held by a pack of familiar infected cultists. All who now had eyes dead set on you both. For the umpteenth time in this room, palpable tensions run high. And once again, your companion tries to breaks it.

“Uh, hehe. Hola, mis amigos,” Luis greets nervously, donning a charming yet shaky grin before pretending to look around in bewildered embarrassment. “¡Esto no es el baño!”

You didn’t even have time to reproach him, flight instinct immediately kicking in. “Run!” you yell and the two of you sprint out of the room through the broken exit, murderous growls and vehement shouts trailing close behind.

Running frantically through a series of corridors, dodging hatchets and crossbow bolts, the both of you shove through a set of double doors and found yourselves in what looks to be the remains of a grand ballroom. Luis throws the torch down one of the large holes on the floor and ducks inside an inconspicuous pile of rubble with an evidently spacious interior, dragging you down along with him. Sweat poured down your faces as you sat in the small space in fearful anticipation. Your relentless hunters enter the ballroom, running past the both of you and lingering around in pursuit. There were small openings in the rubble that allowed you to observe their movements with bated breaths. Thankfully after a few minutes, they were all far away.

You whisper to Luis, “We’re going to need some help.”

Wholeheartedly agreeing with your statement, the man grabs the communication device from his person and presses a series of buttons. He muffles the rings from the comm in his hands and after a few seconds, the other line picks up.

“Luis, where are you two?” It was Leon’s voice that came through the static, his face lit up on the small screen. He did not seem happy. Makes sense as you were supposed to meet him and Ashley with their suppressants ages ago.

“Sorry,” Luis frowns. “We, uh, we screwed up-”

“We?!” you hiss under your breath.

“Come to our rescue, Prince Charming.”

“Give me that!” you snap at him through gritted teeth, ripping the comm from the Spaniard’s hand. “Leon, we’re trapped in the ballroom past the courtyard. Place is crawling with monsters.”

Upon seeing the genuine distress on your face, Leon’s expression changed to that of determination, “Standby. We’re heading your way now.”

“Don’t be late to the dance.” Luis chimes in, leaning over your shoulder to look at the blonde in the comm.

You narrowly catch the annoyed glare in Leon’s eyes before the man pressed to your side ends the call with a push of a button. Too exhausted to express your frustration for his behavior, you opted to make yourself comfortable in the new hiding spot. It was hardly better than the wardrobe as you were forced to be seated, but at least you weren’t packed against each other like sardines, touching only by the shoulders this time around. And you were able to move your arms and legs freely too.

Still, you found yourself missing Luis’ enveloping warmth, missing his protective arm around your body, missing his soft lips upon your skin. You felt the temperature in your cheeks rise again.

“This one is on me,” you hear him say lowly, his tone apologetic.

You shake your head, willing your desire in check in favor of attempting to alleviate his guilt, “At least this spot is a little more spacious.”

The man hums thoughtfully. “Sí. Pero… I’ll be honest, my friend,” he muses aloud, “I preferred the wardrobe.”

You turn your head towards him when he said this. He didn’t meet your curious gaze, seemingly intent on keeping watch for the plaga through the openings of your shared hiding place. It gave you a moment to look him over, attentive eyes wandering from the thick locks of his dark hair, to the butterfly lashes of his eyes, to the attractive shape of his nose and cheekbones until they stopped at his thick neck and broad jawline. The sight brings you back to when you touched him, your hands itching to reach up to him again but your seated position didn’t allow you to do so. Instead, you brush the back of your hand against his. He reflexively twitches upon your subtle caress. Luis still isn’t looking at you, but you can hear his breath hitch. These are the signs you were looking for.

“Well, as long as we’re both being honest,” you sigh, putting your head on his shoulder, secretly relishing in your closeness to him. “Me too.”

For a moment, you thought he would say and do nothing again. But then his hand lifts to intertwine his fingers with yours, clasping your palms together. A new kind of warmth washes over you as the pad of his thumb softly strokes across your skin. Another hand grasps your chin gently, guiding you to look up at him.

You expected anticipation and desire to return to his eyes, but something much deeper, much fiercer, and much more intimate burns within those magnetic grey irises. His head dips down towards you, your noses bumping into one another again, and his mouth lingers over yours. This time, you won’t turn away.

“¿Es cierto?” His low voice is barely above a whisper, dripping huskily with tender yearning.

Luis Serra is trouble. He makes things complicated. But right now as you two close the distance between your wanting lips- complications be damned.

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