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andersonlore · 1 month

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omfg i meant rayne gosh thats embarrassing autocorrect hates me but yeah sub abby and reader sharing a double-sided dildo

crave | a. anderson

tags: eighteen+, wlw sex, penetration (r + abby!recieving), double sided dildo, mommy!kink, switch!abby but she's being a sub, desc of reader is vague so masc +fem!reader, yeah very close to ovulating so, but whimpering abby bc that needs to be a warning

a/n. real ones know i'm a sub!abby truther so this is for you just as much as it is for me. going to start working on requests y'all have sent me over the past few months. hopefully, the first of many to come. stay tuned!

DO NOT BUY TLOU, FUCK NEIL DRUCKMANN + EDUCATE YOURSELF + DAILY CLICK FOR PALESTINE + DONATE TO PALESTINE.

divider creds — @cafekitsune

for once, abby is subjected the feeling she offers you everyday. it’s not only you whose moaning pathetically, it’s fucking her. she hates to admit it, fuck, she doesn’t even like moaning the way you’re making her. so fucking loud and desperate as her pussy clings around the cock while she’s trying to fuck you.

now, she understand why you can’t fucking talk whenever she’s fucking you because she’s having trouble uttering a word.

“are you good, baby?” you reach for abby, cradling her freckled cheeks in the palm of your gentle hands. you’re trying your best to make an effort, but it’s difficult.

she’s so deep, thrusting her hips into you deliciously, biting her pretty pink lips in concentration. blue eyes morphed to gray as she gives what you can take. it’s too much for you to handle. almost.

“yeah honey, i’m good. why wouldn’t i be?” she leans down to kiss your pretty lips. abby devours you completely trying to convince you she’s fine but then she whimpers.

quite pathetically.

“mhm, knew you would like it.” you say with a smirk on your face.

abby’s eyebrows furrow in annoyance, but it holds as much weight as a feather. you lift your hips up to meet hers causing her to mouth to drop open, a whimper of your name falling from your girlfriend’s lips.

“shut up.” abby grits her teeth as the cock wedges further inside her, moans bubbling in her mouth and she isn’t sure how much longer she can control it.

you can see the faint hint of a smile. abby knows you’re right but she would never admit. too proud to be a whimpering mess but you’ll get her there. the way her abs clench is a clear indication. this is fucking effecting her, not being able to focus on you. simply overpowered by the way her cunt is getting fucked.

for you, it’s a beautiful sight to see.

“not as easy to take as it is to give it, huh?” you move your hips up again, the dildo reaching further inside her cunt. strong thighs beginning to tremble.

“fuck, ah, shit baby.” abby begins to whimper like you’ve never heard her before. never this vocal to you, ever. it’s a beautiful symphony personally crafted for you. secretly, you hope this wouldn’t be the last time.

you needed more of her her, like this.

“oh? my baby likes being fucked like this? mommy’s taking my cock like a pretty little slut. being s’good.” abby’s trying to fuck you, fuck, she really is. but it seems impossible. tonight, the power shifted in the air and she can’t hide how much she loves it.

you’re used to this feeling and she’s simply not.

the blonde pushes herself further into you, letting the dildo slide deeper, until she’s hiding her face in the crook of your neck. gentle moans being smothered against your skin.

“fuck…take it, baby. wanna see my pretty girl cum. m’kay?” abby can’t control herself as her body shakes. you’re splitting her entire being in half. you’re so perfect for her. fucking her so unimaginably good, it feels like a figment of her imagination.

so, abby gives herself. she’s never done it before, not like this, but it’s done easily and without resistance. she lets herself groan at the fingers woven in her hair tugging at the root. she rests her hand on your waist gently instead of making a pretty necklace around your throat. she’s lost in whatever this is, craving to be fed more of everything you have to offer.

reblogs are appreciated! ♡

#WE ARE SO BACK! (maybe)#hope u guys like this <3 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x masc reader

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wintersera · 7 months

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under the moonlight || kim minjeong

pairing: wolf hybrid!winter x fem!reader

! smut smau !

— on a cold winter night you were strolling down the street getting some snacks when you spot a shivering puppy curled up outside. as an empath you felt horrible for the poor pup- now… bringing it back home wasn’t exactly the best idea.

tags: nonidol au, college au, smau, wlw, crack, smut!!!, fluff

cw: smut smau (so yk sex), swearing, offensive jokes, kys jokes, mentions of heat. (more will be added….)

features: aespa, le sserafim (except eunchae), loona (hyeju/heejin/hyunjin), ive (wonyoung/yujin) more idols will might be added….

a/n: so basically if you know the movie twilight- they have their own clique and people just think the wolfies are weird wolf kids, and not actually wolf hybrids. IGNORE THE TIME STAMPS AS WELL-

updates: when i can

status: ongoing

PROFILES : wolf gang | y/n’s shooters | extras

CHAPTERS :

01. finally touching grass

02. that’s a whole WOLF?

03. poor puppy (half written)

04. fuckass fursuit (half written)

bonus chpt | squirrel??

05. we’re kababayan

06. IM FREE

07. fuck it, we ball (half written)

08. AUTOCORRECT

09. did you lose the pup

10. wolfy is nowhere to be found

11. feeling feelings

12. help me out (half written)

13. first ever heat (fully written)

14. y/n did WHAT?

15. get in the damn bed

16. head fuzzy as fuck

17. round 2 (fully written)

18. we got a family emergency

19. leaving the premises (half written)

bonus chpt | ice cream gone wrong

20. need her need her need her-

21. shits awkward

22. ???

23. ???

24. ???

25. ???

…MORE COMING SOON!!

TAGLIST (closed)

@slowlydifferentbluebird @alcoholfreenayeon @myouiiiiiiii @uzumakioden @nasyu-kookies @earthto-eden @omgcatherine @skydreamed @wonysugar @pupyuj @jisooftme @jeongggiiiee @silentreader98 @rinapomu @1luvkarina @demtions @wintersgff @prkchaeyo0 @haerinkisser @huhyunjinwifey @haerinfangs @pandafuriosa60 @thefckghost @nr1chaedickrider @baebeefyburrito @sighsam @magicalmilkshaketimemachine @jigujellee @seulblade @yuki3000 @vlance

#wintersera #wintersera: utm #kpop smau #aespa smut #aespa smau #aespa winter smut #kim minjeong #winter aespa smut #winter aespa #aespa winter #aespa x fem reader #fem!reader #aespa x reader smut #aespa x reader #kim minjeong smut #kpop smut

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alocon · 2 months

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A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [4] - Max Verstappen

written by alocon

Note: Name and Part One based on the song A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be by Jess Benko

Summary: Things seem oh so familiar between you and Max when you cook together, and it makes you realise that you are so so screwed (as if every driver except Max can't already tell that you both have at least SOME remaining feelings)

Before you read: Part social media chapter, possible use of y/n (I've already forgotten if I do in this chapter but I do in a few parts of this series)

fc: Blanca Soler

[Previous Part Here][The Masterlist]

A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be [Part Four] - MV¹

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youruser: A series of very very unfortunate events

tagged: mickschumacher, estebanocon, lance_stroll

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maxverstappen1: What the fuck happened?

youruser: "Let Mick cook in your house" they said. "It will be fun" they said.

maxverstappen1: Ft. my girl at the end (can I have my cats back yet please?)

youruser: Sure, hurry up and come get them maxverstappen1: On my way! danielricciardo: He's only ever uses !! or anything other than dry texting if it's autocorrects fault *liked by creator* youruser: real

user1: Mick, Esteban, Y/N and Lance was a group I didn't know I needed until now.

mickschumacher: Why those photos? And why was I targeted more here?

youruser: Your fault, you face the consequences mickschumacher: fair one

estebanocon: Does the house still smell of burning?

youruser: YES A BIT I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET RID OF IT!! youruser: I AM SUFFERING estebanocon: LMAO youruser: ESTIE THIS IS NOT FUNNY

user2: I love how dramatic she's being over how bad the smell of the burning food is

lance_stroll: She is not being dramatic. It was awful. youruser: REAL, IT WAS SO BAD, EVEN JIMMY AND SASSY RAN AWAY user2: Max's cats are over? Is he too??? 😏 youruser: Sleepover with my two besties

georgerussell63: Oh god what did he do

youruser: So so much. He ruined my favourite pan :(

lance_stroll: Today was fun

youruser: It was, we should do it again (over someone else's house next time) estebanocon: Over mine maybe?? mickschumacher: Yesss

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You got out your phone when you got a notification, chuckling as you realised that you never changed Max's contact name in your phone after the break up. Not that it mattered - most of your communication happened on Instagram or in person after your break up. You quickly removed the silly little heart emojis you had put there before reading the messages.

Maxie: Hey you, have you still got the same number?

You: Yessir I do indeed

Maxie: Great, how are my babies?

You: Great! Currently asleep together on my bed

You: Little angels

Maxie: Awwe. I'll be over in 15 to get them, thank you for the emergency babysitting

Max: So glad they're calm with someone 🙄🙄

You: Max, I'm always the favourite, know your place

You: Okay, I'm making dinner for tonight, come over whenever. Boys aren't here yet btw

Maxie: What are you making?

You: Lasagne

Maxie: Same recipe as always?

You: Ofc, ofc

Maxie: Awesome!!

You: Alright hurry up

Maxie: Yes ma'am

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"So," Max started as he made himself comfortable, having immediately started sitting on your kitchen counter once he entered your house. "They've not been too bad, no?"

You continued to chop the carrots as you shook your head. "They've been absolute treasures. As usual."

"Hm." He shrugged, sipping the drink you made him. "They're never treasures for me."

"Maybe I'm the favourite."

He chuckled sarcastically to that. "You wish."

You looked him straight in the eyes, smiling sweetly before dropping it to a monotone look. “Are you gonna make yourself useful or are you just going to continue to sit there looking pretty?”

“You think I’m pretty?”

You looked at him, watching the soft smile appear on his lips. You grinned, not missing a beat before replying, “The prettiest princess of them all.”

“Oh fuck you,” he responded, groaning and sipping more wine. He then placed his glass back on the counter before getting down. “What can I help with?”

“Can you start cooking the meat?” You asked, and he nodded, not even hesitating to question you, having seen you make this recipe many times before. You both began to cook together.

As you stood side by side in the kitchen, the familiarity of your movements was unmistakable. The way you effortlessly passed each other ingredients, the unspoken communication as you both worked in sync - it was as if no time had passed since you and Max had last cooked together.

The clinking of pots and pans, the sizzle of ingredients hitting the hot pan, and the fragrant aroma of your ex’s favourite dish filled the air, evoking memories of the countless meals you had prepared together in the past. The only thing that was different was the fact that the soft music which used to be in the background to stop the silence was replaced with chatter and laughter from the other room.

As you chopped, stirred and seasoned, the pair of you found yourselves slipping into easy conversation, reminiscing about the times that they had spent in the kitchen together. Laughter and occasional shared jokes filled the space, creating an atmosphere of warmth and companionship which made it clear to both of you that your bond had not diminished with the end of your relationship.

The fact that he remembered your culinary habits made it easy to fall back into the old rhythm, ensuring that you didn’t get into each other’s ways. He still acted the same whilst cooking too, placing his hand on the small of your back when he moved behind you to keep you from bumping into him, high fiving you when he remembered a step without you having to remind him, him double and triple checking that he set the timer. It all felt so… familiar.

Everyone loved your food, especially Lewis, who claimed you had just made him the best vegan lasagne he had ever tried. That cheered you up a lot. The evening was going great. You, Max, Charles, Lando, Lewis, George, and Daniel all ended the evening by playing some games, going between Mario Kart, Fifa, GTA and other video games, to board games.

“Oh fuck you,” Max said as he landed on one of Daniel’s properties, Bond Street, which had a hotel on.

“Shh, you’ll wake the kids.”

Max looked at you weird when you said that until he noticed the two cats who had fallen asleep on your lap. “Sorry.”

It wasn’t long after that that you realised that, maybe monopoly was getting a little too heated, so you all retired to your respective bedrooms for the night, as they were all sleeping over. You were happy that these sleepover nights with the boys were becoming a more regular thing. You used to do it when you and Max were still together with you, Max, Daniel and Charles in the apartment you had together at the time. You would, obviously, both use your bedroom and Daniel and Charles would share. Times were very different now, though.

You laid in bed for hours, attempting so desperately to sleep, but it didn’t work. No matter how hard you tried, you really couldn’t sleep. So you gave up. You sat reading for a bit before heading downstairs to grab a drink. Walking into the kitchen, you were surprised to see an oh-so-familiar man. He looked at you, noticing the look in your eyes and simply picking up the vodka he brought, pouring two glasses and sitting on the floor, tapping the space beside him. You joined him.

He took a sip of his drink before speaking. “You look tired,” he observed. His Monegasque accent was a lot stronger when he was tired and not sober. He watched you lean your head back against the cabinet door after drinking some of the vodka in your glass. “Not sleeping well again?”

You shook your head, chuckling softly. “When do I ever?”

Charles took note of the slightly pained look on your face, stress evident in your eyes. He was silent for a few moments, before finally speaking again. “Is it about Max?”

You nodded, arms falling onto your lap as you felt a fluffy presence make himself very comfortable on your lap. “Hey little one,” you said, looking at Jimmy, who was clearly very comfortable. “Everything we do is reminding me. Everything. Every single time I look at him, every time he hugs me goodbye or smiles at me, or hell, even just looks at me. I feel like it’s killing me. It just... I don’t know. My therapist is on holiday for the next couple of weeks and I think the fact that I won’t be able to talk about this with them makes it worse and I can’t talk to anyone except you, because no-one except you knows and it’s just...” You tried to find the words to describe what you were thinking.

“Shit?” He suggested.

“Shit.” You agreed, drinking more of your vodka, sniffling softly as you let go of your emotions.

“Have you thought about telling him?”

You shrugged. “I want to, it’s just never a good time to get emotional. I feel weird being so open with him, you know? Like I know I need to tell him, I really do, but it’s so fucking difficult.”

You heard someone clear his throat in the doorway, head snapping around to see Lando. “Bad time? I can come back. Sorry, I just wanted to get some water quickly.”

“No no, we were finishing our conversation and Charles was about to head up to bed, right Charles?” You asked, noticing how hard he had been trying not to yawn.

“Yes.” He gave you a hug, leaning to your ear to whisper “try and get some sleep, we will continue this when you’re sober, alright?” You nodded, standing up as he left.

The kitchen was silent whilst Lando filled his cup with water. He turned, noticing your red eyes. His voice was soft when he finally spoke, comforting. “Have you been crying?”

You quickly ran your hand over your face, downing the rest of your vodka. “I’m fine, Lan. Don’t you worry about me.”

“Okay. I don’t believe you but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by pushing it.” He leant in to give you a soft hug, before pulling away. “I hope you end up being able to tell this mystery guy whatever you need to tell him. I’m here if you ever need me.”

“Thank you, Lan,” you responded softly, placing a friendly kiss on his forehead before you left the room, returning to your bedroom and finally managing to get some sleep.

The morning came quickly and you were awoken by laughter downstairs. Sitting up, you took a moment to run your hand through your hair before getting up and going to shower, after which you headed downstairs.

“She lives,” Daniel sarcastically stated, grinning at you as you walked into the room.

“Good morning, Daniel. I'm going to get a drink,” you responded, walking straight past the group and into the kitchen, grabbing a monster from the fridge and opening it.

“Only a few months with your new team and you're already being a traitor, I see.”

You turned to look at Max, who was smiling softly as you stared at him, drinking the monster without breaking your eye contact. He chuckled, rolling his eyes dramatically at you. “Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah, I slept great.” You were lying, of course, but he didn't need to know that. He would question it if you told the truth. “How about you?”

“I slept alright. Didn't fall asleep until like 3 hours after we went upstairs,” he replied, sipping his (shock horror) redbull.

You both continued to make friendly small talk for a little while. “Hey, Max. Do you think I could talk to you about something?” You asked, a little quieter than you had been speaking.

“Of course. You look serious, what is it?”

“Well,” you were quickly cut off by Daniel, who leaned his head around the doorway.

“We're playing Fifa, are you two joining?”

You looked at Max. Max turned to Daniel. “Yeah just give us a moment and we'll be out, we're both quickly going to grab breakfast.” Daniel nodded before retreating. Max looked at you. “As you were saying?”

You shrugged. “It's nothing important. It can wait. Let's just get our food and go play fifa.”

He placed his hand on your upper arm, causing you to look into his eyes. He started speaking softly, lovingly, in Dutch. “Schat, if you want to, we can talk now. You look stressed and talking about how you feel is so much more important to me than Fifa.”

You felt your breath hitch, a spark of warmth where his finger laid on your arms. You looked at him, watching the way his eyes travelled your face, almost as if he was committing how you looked this close to memory. His eyes were dilated, and he had an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read. “Max.” Your voice was soft, almost breathless. “It's fine, seriously. It can wait.” You smiled, a genuine smile, causing him to nod, before smiling and retreating to the living room. Fuck.

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Hi All!! Another part done, hope you're all well and having a good day. I finished writing this at work this morning. As always, if you wish to be on the taglist let me know. I'm still trying to work out how to properly do a taglist as I am relatively new to using Tumblr but I'll work it out hahah. Have a lovely day xx Alocon

Taglist (pls work): @c-losur3 @itsjustkhaos @reidsworld

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mcytblrsexymen · 1 year

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Highlights from the Data Crunch Group Chat pt 2.

[ID: Screenshot reading Ethoslab but on a catgirl gf sort of way]

[ID: screenshot reading Can i say GoodTimesWithScar again (he was my bisexual awakening i wish I was joking)]

[ID: Screenshot reading xbcrafted. if not sexy then why giggle 🤨]

[ID: screenshot reading Dl pearl my beloved pearl, idk bdubs i guess]

[ID: screenshot reading tangotek yayayay bald hussy]

[ID: screenshot reading who are we to deny the carnal appeal of joe hills from nashville tennessee]

[ID: Screenshot reading please for the love of god cyberknife]

[ID: screenshot reading Love me some men in steampunk getup, what can I say.]

[ID: Screenshot reading If you put xisuma on the list i will literally punch you through a screen shit man is BITCHLESS!!!!!!!]

[ID: screenshot reading Zedaph as a rock, Zedaph as a cow]

[ID: Screenshot reading Groan hermitcraft]

[ID: screenshot reading Damp Wilbur Soot]

[ID: Screenshot reading Wilbur soot but in those events he put on where he plays god]

[ID: screenshot reading Hermitcraft S7 Xisuma - specifically StriderSuma]

[ID: Screenshot reading Hermitcraft (Life series)]

[ID: screenshot reading parkour tag (mcc) (misspelled it as fag by accident oh god thank goodness for autocorrect however it would have been a little funny]

[ID: screenshot reading Mayor FalseSymmetry of Cogsmeade. Wel love girl covered in blood]

[ID: screenshot reading Surprise! its ZombeCleo again! but the s8 hydra8 outfit version when she commmitted to the bit of training keralis and suggested cheating as a valid method]

[ID: screenshot reading Goodtimeswithscar. this is the gtws sexy website, Im obliged]

[ID: screenshot reading Pilriffs. cant stop thinking about the ‘please guys youre drawing me too sexy’]

[ID: screenshot reading Hermitcraft S9 bdubs (i know that moss cloak is hiding those abs)]

[ID: screenshot reading S9 mumbo (we have a movie that didn’t exist, a sexyman with no body, now a sexyman who barely exists)]

[ID: screenshot reading Grain (Grian)]

[ID: screenshot reading bdubs when he is putting someone corrupt into power (hc 7 or 9)]

[ID: screenshot reading Eddie Empires SMP pretty please that’s all]

#Data Crunch Group Chat

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peggycatrerr · 9 months

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i think it’s really really important that we keep reminding people that what we’re calling ai isn’t even close to intelligent and that its name is pure marketing. the silicon valley tech bros and hollywood executives call it ai because they either want it to seem all-powerful or they believe it is and use that to justify their use of it to exploit and replace people.

chat-gpt and things along those lines are not intelligent, they are predictive text generators that simply have more data to draw on than previous ones like, you know, your phone’s autocorrect. they are designed to pass the turing test by having human-passing speech patterns and syntax. they cannot come up with anything new, because they are machines programmed on data sets. they can’t even distinguish fact from fiction, because all they are actually capable of is figuring out how to construct a human-sounding response using applicable data to a question asked by a human. you know how people who use chat-gpt to cheat on essays will ask it for reference lists and get a list of texts that don’t exist? it’s because all chat-gpt is doing is figuring out what types of words typically appear in response to questions like that, and then stringing them together.

midjourney and things along those lines are not intelligent, they are image generators that have just been really heavily fine-tuned. you know how they used to do janky fingers and teeth and then they overcame that pretty quickly? that’s not because of growing intelligence, it’s because even more photographs got added to their data sets and were programmed in such a way that they were able to more accurately identify patterns in the average amount of fingers and teeth across all those photos. and it too isn’t capable of creation. it is placing pixels in spots to create an amalgamation of images tagged with metadata that matches the words in your request. you ask for a tree and it spits out something a little quirky? it’s not because it’s creating something, it’s because it gathered all of its data on trees and then averaged it out. you know that “the rest of the mona lisa” tweet and how it looks like shit? the fact that there is no “rest” of the mona lisa aside, it’s because the generator does not have the intelligence required to identify what’s what in the background of such a painting and extend it with any degree of accuracy, it looked at the colours and approximate shapes and went “oho i know what this is maybe” and spat out an ugly landscape that doesn’t actually make any kind of physical or compositional sense, because it isn’t intelligent.

and all those ai-generated voices? also not intelligent, literally just the same vocal synth we’ve been able to do since daisy bell but more advanced. you get a sample of a voice, break it down into the various vowel and consonant sounds, and then when you type in the text you want it to say, it plays those vowel and consonant sounds in the order displayed in that text. the only difference now is that the breaking it down process can be automated to some extent (still not intelligence, just data analysis) and the synthesising software can recognise grammar a bit more and add appropriate inflections to synthesised voices to create a more natural flow.

if you took the exact same technology that powers midjourney or chat-gpt and removed a chunk of its dataset, the stuff it produces would noticeably worsen because it only works with a very very large amount of data. these programs are not intelligent. they are programs that analyse and store data and then string it together upon request. and if you want evidence that the term ai is just being used for marketing, look at the sheer amount of software that’s added “ai tools” that are either just things that already existed within the software, using the same exact tech they always did but slightly refined (a lot of film editing software are renaming things like their chromakey tools to have “ai” in the name, for example) or are actually worse than the things they’re overhauling (like the grammar editor in office 365 compared to the classic office spellcheck).

but you wanna real nifty lil secret about the way “ai” is developing? it’s all neural nets and machine learning, and the thing about neural nets and machine learning is that in order to continue growing in power it needs new data. so yeah, currently, as more and more data gets added to them, they seem to be evolving really quickly. but at some point soon after we run out of data to add to them because people decided they were complete or because corporations replaced all new things with generated bullshit, they’re going to stop evolving and start getting really, really, REALLY repetitive. because machine learning isn’t intelligent or capable of being inspired to create new things independently. no, it’s actually self-reinforcing. it gets caught in loops. "ai” isn’t the future of art, it’s a data analysis machine that’ll start sounding even more like a broken record than it already does the moment its data sets stop having really large amounts of unique things added to it.

#steph's post tag #only good thing to come out of the evolution of image generation and recognition is that captchas have actually gotten easier #because computers can recognise even the blurriest photos now #so instead captcha now gives you really really clear images of things that look nothing like each other #(like. ''pick all the chairs'' and then there's a few chairs a few bicycles and a few trees)#but with a distorted watermark overlaid on the images so that computers can't read them

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whumpuary · 4 months

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Whumpuary FAQs

(Making a post for this bc i think it's easier to access than the browser page. this post is linked in the blog description)

Q: What is whump?

A: Whump is a fandom term and describes fictional characters getting hurt in any way. Can be physical, emotional or psychological and overlaps with Hurt/Comfort and Angst. It’s used in fanfiction but also original fiction, movies/TV shows where a character gets hurt (and gifs/video clips of those scenes), fanart/original art and more. Check this link for more discussion and definitions of the term.

Q: Is Whumpuary an event for January or February?

A: Whumpuary takes place in January. For February go check out Febuwhump

Q: Is there an AO3 collection?

A: Yes, it’s right here! (It is closed now, but will open on January 1st 2024!) The 2023 collection is here and the parent collection where you can find some more fics is here.

Q: How do I add my works to the AO3 collection?

A: You can either go to the collection and post to it directly (link above) or when posting/editing your work you need to type in Whumpuary2024 in the collection field. If it shows up in the dropdown just click it, and if it doesn’t show up press enter and you’re fine.

(There is a collection just called Whumpuary, that’s the parent collection I made for organizational purposes. It is closed and it is supposed to be closed. The collection to put your works in is called Whumpuary2024)

Q: Is it allowed to combine Whumpuary prompts with other events (such as Bad Things Happen Bingo, …)?

A: Yes, as long as the other event(s) allow it, go ahead!

Q: Can I use the prompts after the event is over?

A: Yes! Use any prompts any time you want. The AO3 collections stay open so you can use those too. Your creations just won’t be reblogged to this blog.

Q: Do the Alt Prompts have to be done in order?

A: When replacing a main prompt with an alt prompt, you can use any you want. The numbers don’t have to correspond and you can use a random order.

Q: What are the rules to be a completionist?

A: To be a completionist you have to use at least one prompt from all 15 numbers. It’s up to you if you want to make 15 standalone pieces, one big work that includes 15 (or more) prompts or a combination.

Q: Is noncon, nsfwhump/sexual whump, gore, etc. allowed?

A: Yes, any type of content is allowed. Just make sure to tag it correctly.

Q: Is AI generated content allowed?

A: Any AI generated images or text aren’t allowed in this event (e.g a story “written” by ChatGPT or an image generated with Dall-e/Midjourney). This excludes things like Grammarly/Autocorrect/Predictive text or Autoselect/Autofill.

If you have any other questions or if anything is unclear, the askbox is open :)

#whumpuary faq

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sinfulauthorwrites · 5 months

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Dream Machine - A Mettaton x Reader Fic

As you lie awake in bed, only able to focus on your worries, your boyfriend Mettaton offers encouragement and help.

So, not so fun fact: while I had this idea rattling around my head for a while, I only got down to writing it while I was in the psych ward 🙃 Though, writing fic by hand in a journal without autocorrect or Grammarly made me feel like one of the OG Star Trek slash shippers in the 60s, which was a really fun feeling! Aside from word choice and a few extra sentences, the typed version remains relatively unchanged from the handwritten one, though I may still share the pics of my journal on Tumblr or Twitter! Also, the title comes from the Steam Powered Giraffe song of the same name!

Rating: General Audiences

Ship: Mettaton EX x GN!Reader

Word Count: 891

Applicable Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Not Frisk, Reader Has Anxiety (the anxiety isn't specified, it's more open-ended for the reader to project onto), Self-Worth Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Meditation, Sleep, Crying, Fluff, Established Relationship, Pet Names, POV Second Person, Not Beta Read

You lie awake in bed next to your android boyfriend. He was already powered into sleep mode for the night, as his LED eye displays were dimmed and his tail-like charging cord plugged into the nearby wall. You look at him for a moment before turning to the pink canopy of the bed above you, starting at the shadows in the fabric formed by the lights from outside your shared penthouse apartment. The darkness warped, presenting visual manifestations of the problems keeping you from sleep.

Yes, you knew Mettaton had his worries, but as the Underground’s biggest star now on the surface, he had much more significant concerns compared to yours. Tour dates, filming, recording sessions, the list goes on. Yours are small compared to his. Insignificant. Human. You feel your stress tug your eyelids open, preventing your “beauty rest,” as your boyfriend lovingly called it. As you shift once more and pull the satin sheets closer to you, you hear a familiar boot-up sound and fans whirring to life. Oh shit. Your tossing and turning set off Mettaton’s motion detection, a vestigial feature not yet removed since his purpose was changed.

“D-darling, is something the matter?” The robot’s voice glitches momentarily, his now-illuminated pink eyes looking at you with concern.

“Y-yeah! I must’ve rolled over too far,” you nervously chuckle. “I didn’t mean to wake you, babe. Get some rest, as neither of us wants you low on battery tomorrow.”

Mettaton purses his lips, not taking no for an answer. “Darling, look at me.” His tone sharpens when you curl up tighter with your back facing him. “Look. At. Me.” With a resigned sigh, you turn to face him. “Oh, beautiful,” he sighs, cupping your cheek with his gloved hand, his thumb circling below the dark bags and worry lines underneath your eyes. “How much sleep have you been getting lately?”

You mumble your response, prompting your boyfriend to look at you sternly. “Usually only two hours a night, especially when you’re not here,” you fess up.

You can see the guilt hit your boyfriend, causing you to quickly run your hand through his synthetic hair and reassure him. “It’s not because of you, I promise!”

“But why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Despite being the biggest celebrity of the century, Mettaton still immensely cares for you. You’re his star, his world, his everything. Seeing you suffer makes his SOUL feel like shattering.

You inhale deeply. “I-” you quickly correct yourself. “It just feels all so unimportant compared to you. I mean, you’ve got so much amazing stuff going on right now. And with me, it’s just…” You hesitate momentarily, unsure if you want to continue, until you see Mettaton nod with understanding and compassion. Soon, your words flow out of you, every insecurity and doubt leaving your lips. Tears begin to fall from your eyes, leaving small damp spots on the pillowcase you rested on. Mettaton extends his arm in back of him to pass you a tissue box, the lotion-infused tissues a welcome relief for your sore eyes.

“Did that help you feel better, sweetheart?” You nod, and Mettaton presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Good. Now, I want you to listen to me very closely.” You nod, and the robot cups your cheeks once more. “You will never, ever be inconsequential to me, darling. You mean so much, not just to me but to everyone around you! Don’t ever feel like you don’t matter, or whatever you’re going through doesn’t matter, either. I care, we care.” He kisses you on the lips this time. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmur back, held tight in his embrace.

After a few moments, Mettaton lets go. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now, darling?”

You let out another breathy, anxious chuckle. “Probably not, to be honest. It’s alright, though. I’ll make it up tomorrow during the day.”

“There has to be something we can do, sweetheart.” Mettaton’s pupils shift from his usual hearts into turning gears before changing to a lightbulb emoticon. “Hey! It’s not technically released yet, but Blooky and Alphys were working on music to benefit monsters and humans!” He shoots you one of his signature grins. “Co-produced by yours truly, of course!” Mettaton finds the demo CD in the nightstand drawer, preparing to play it from his speakers. “How would you like to be our first test subject?” His eyes sparkle with encouragement, and you just can’t say no to him.

The robot pats the bed, motioning for you to lie down. He loads the CD into one of the slots built into his EX form, his other hand drifting down to hold yours. The ambient tones soon lull you into a reverie, with the faint sounds of rushing water mixed into the track. It’s an obvious callback to the family of ghostly cousins’ original abode, but it soothes your mind as your anxieties flow away. As you close your eyes, you feel the sensation of the water surrounding you, floating through space and time and easing your body and mind. Mettaton’s hand is a tether to the physical world, keeping you grounded as your mind drifts away peacefully. Although they were once wide and bloodshot, your eyes become heavy and worn as you finally sail away into a restful sleep.

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actualbird · 8 months

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pardon me! I wanted to try the game tears of thermos, but I’m a little nervous since I don’t play these type of games. Do you have any advice on how to best enjoy myself and invest in its world/characters?

hi anon!!! im so glad you wanna try out tot!!! i do have some tips, but before i go there i must inform you that autocorrect mustve done something to your message because you said tears of thermos and i cldnt rest until i edited a meme of that

sjfhavkkHJVKJHJKSD OKAY ANYWAY, TIPS!!!!

im particularly interested in how you worded this ask!! ive had a lot of people ask me tips on how to start tot (and the relevant ones, i'll link in this ask too) but never on a narrative investment/immersion angle. so my tips for this will be a bit different

but before that, here are my past tips from my tot tips tag

general tips for a newbie (gameplay tips and story tips)

how to "predict" upcoming events

tot stories in chronological order (only updated til july 2022)

now for your question i guess my biggest tip would really just be to treat tears of themis like a visual novel that just so happens to update with more stories.

idk how much of a newbie you are to this genre, but when i got into this game i had NEVER played any other otome before in my life. so it was all new to me!! and i basically treated it like an updating visual novel, this is My Method, and that got me quite invested (as is obvious from my entire blog). so when i say "treat it like a visual novel" i mean:

im personally not particularly a card completionist or a gacha enthusiast. which, hell yeah, this game wont bankrupt me LOL. but also, since cards are the main way where new nxx boy stories are released through, for any card i dont have, i just watch it on youtube. because basically every card, event plot, minigame, etc gets uploaded by someone a little bit after its release. so if youre bummed you missed an event card but you dont really Want the card, you just want its story, just search it on youtube!! search [card name/event name] + [whichever language dub you prefer] + tears of themis and voila! new story for you to read!!!

if you want plot = read Main Story. this is where all the heavy main plot happens and it is SO GRIPPING AND RIVETING.

if you want character development and relationship development between mc and each boy = read Personal Story Bloom Chapter, and then the respective nxx boy's Anniversary 1 card, Personal Story Sweet Chapter 1 and 2, and then the respective nxx boy's Anniversary 2 card. the personal story routes (aka the routes where mc eventually ends up with the boy romantically) are where a BULK of characterization and character development happens, imo

if you want romance and oneshot dates = explore the available cards!!! the tot wiki has an archive of all the available cards per boy on each of the characters' main pages. for example, here's luke's page. scroll down to the cards section and Behold. Luke Stories As Far As The Eye Can See

these pages dont have the story transcribed in them, but theyre great to use as a directory or a map of cards. so if any of the cards catch your eye, then take urself to youtube to find the card and voila (again)! new story for u to experience!

(note: SSRs always have a full 6 act story. SRs either have a 6 act story that is unvoiced, OR 2 voice messages. MRs always have 2 voice messages. R cards have no story and no voice messages)

if you want nxx team dynamics = read and/or play the events!!!! this is my favorite thing, the tot events are a treasure trove of fun cases and awesome team dynamics. in the game itself, some of the big events are available as DLC for anybody to play themselves at any time. to get there, X-NOTE Story -> lower and rightmost button Event -> upper and rightmost button Past.

if theres anything i would reccommend the MOST, itd be to download and pllay the event Mysteries of the Lost Gold. it's so good. it's my favorite event story. trust me on this

i hope these tips can help!!! happy playing :DDD

#asks #anon #luke voice: tears of thermos!#HAHA SORRY THE THERMOS THING JUST MADE ME SMILE A LOT SJFHSVKFDJH #tottips

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slashersteve · 2 years

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A Million Miles Away

pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

summary: You find yourself hanging out with Eddie Munson at Lover’s Lake one night and feel something you’ve never felt before

warnings/extra tags: kissing, sexual tension (i think), feelings, fluff, it’s my first time writing eddie so this is a warning, beta read, edited by autocorrect tm

note: This can also be read as Eddie/Chrissy if you so choose, I loved them and wanted to emulate that kind of dynamic with a reader! Anyway, I got inspired by Valley Girl (1983), and a certain scene, so please enjoy and thank you for reading!

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You weren't usually like this. Maybe it was because you’ve never done anything like this before in your life, hanging out with a guy you vaguely recognized from school in a van at Lover's Lake all night .

The truth was though, you didn't know if this was something you weren't like, or were like, as you've come to realize how superficial you were after breaking it off with your boyfriend of almost four years.

You were over it, over him. He never called when he said he would, keeping you waiting. He talked to other girls, flirted with them on occasion. He made you feel like you were just there, like you were just some chair in the corner of his bedroom he'd just throw his dirty laundry on.

Your friends were deadbent on you just wanting to have some kind of fun, that maybe you were perhaps bored with him when you knew there was a lot more to it.

Your boyfriend had thought so too, claiming that you'd be back after you handed him his wrist watch back he'd make you wear to show everyone who you belonged to. Your reputation would, in his words, take a downfall and his exclamations just reminded you of how his narcissist personality seemed to have only skyrocketed since you started dating in freshman year.

And maybe, they were right in some way. You wanted, no, craved something different, something that made you feel something that you should be feeling in a relationship that isn't the dullness you felt with your now ex-boyfriend. The only problem is that every available guy at Hawkins High was disinterested, treating you like you were still your ex-boyfriend's property and ignoring you when you tried to strike up friendly conversation.

It was frustrating, especially when at the basketball game that started your adventurous night you would look across the court and see your ex's eyes on you. He was wearing a smug expression, silently telling you that he'd be waiting for you when you beg him to take you back.

You kept your head up then, sticking by your friend's side and indulging her talking about how cute some of the opposing players of the basketball team were. Your eyes would continue to meet your ex's until the final buzzer would go off.

The Hawkins Tigers had lost by just a single point, but still decided to have a party at one of the player's places. Your parents had already expected you to sleep-over at your friend's house, and be back the following afternoon.

If only things worked out like that.

Long story short, you were left by yourself at Hawkins High, your friend ditching you to go with her own boyfriend to this party. Your ex had found it amusing when he pulled his car up to you, asking if you were ready to come back after being left alone like he suspected.

When you said no, he laughed and said he'd give you time to think, and then...he drove off, leaving you all by yourself in the near empty parking lot of Hawkins High.

If your ex had wanted you to feel humiliated, it had definitely worked. Sitting all alone in the parking lot on a bench, and you thought at that second that at least nobody was here to witness you here all alone and on the verge of tears.

That was when you met Eddie Munson.

The double doors of the one of the school buildings behind you had been slammed open, and Eddie emerged all alone. He had been planning his final Dungeons and Dragons campaign for the Hellfire Club that would start that following Monday, and time had escaped him as he planned meticulously as the Dungeon Master.

He didn't see you at first, not until he heard a hiccup that was followed by a sniffle as he was digging in his pockets to pull his car keys out. His eyebrows had folded inward and he turned his head to see you sitting there all by yourself, tears glistening in your eyes and on your cheeks.

"Oh," Eddie started, "Are you uh, okay?"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes widened and you only turned to look at him for half a second before turning away to try and wipe your tears away.

"M' fine," you replied, "Just waiting for my ride."

Eddie stared at you for a long moment, and then looked around, seeing no cars pulling into the parking lot or any other cars beside his own van. He checked his watch then, seeing just exactly how late it was.

"Are you sure?" he questioned you, "Because you're kind of crying like a kid whose parents forgot to pick them up from soccer practice."

You scoffed loudly, and finally met his eyes again, "Do I really?"

"Oh yeah," Eddie replied, "Though...it's pretty unbelievable that anyone would forget you." He felt his own cheeks heat up at his attempt to flatter and cheer you up.

And even though it was pretty lame, it had actually worked. You laughed, albeit it was a weak and quiet one, but a laugh nonetheless.

"That's probably because I wasn't forgotten," you admitted easily to him for some reason, "My friend kind of just left me here, and...I guess my boyfriend- well ex boyfriend did too."

Eddie's jaw had dropped, "Ex-boyfriend? Wait...I think I know you now, you were dating that asshole, what's his face? I don't know, all their faces become one in my head since they all look the same."

You laughed again, and this time, it was a more genuine one and Eddie's gaze lingered on your smile for longer than he should've.

"It doesn't really matter who it is, but yeah," you said your ex boyfriend's name. Eddie was shaking his head then, in disbelief mostly.

"And what about your friend? Did she have an emergency or something?"

You huffed, very irritated with her too, and replied, "If you call a party an emergency, then yes."

Eddie snorted at her, "What a bitch."

You laughed again and nodded in agreement, "Yeah...yeah I'm starting to think so too."

Eddie would admit that he didn't know you that well, outside of just a first name, but that was mostly because he remembered you from an English class you shared. Outside of that, he didn't really have any thought about you, up until right now.

You actually seemed nice, and genuine. And clearly, you had a sense of humor too with how he was successfully making you laugh with his comments. He would say that you were actually pretty cool and...well he wasn't going to leave you here all by yourself was he? Only problem was, he wasn't sure how to ask you if he could take you home without possibly scaring you off.

Before he could though, you were asking him a question instead.

"What...what's your name?" your question had caught him off guard, despite the way you tried to ask him as politely as you could, and when you saw him squint his eyes at you, you quickly added, "No, I know you, I remember being is Ms. B's English class together...I'm just having a hard time putting a name to your face."

You were cringing then, feeling stupid that this guy was here trying to cheer you up and you couldn't even remember his name.

Eddie had sighed deeply, and sadly, "Wow, and here I thought we were having a special connection. I know your name, but you don’t even know mine.”

He looked away from you, and was shaking his head while you frowned and leaned the upper part of your body forward, trying to look at him and tell him you were sorry for being so dumb and rude.

But then, he turned to look at you and you saw an amused grin growing on his lips. You scoffed loudly and crossed your arms as he chuckled and told you who he was.

When he said his name, you felt even more stupid.

"Eddie," you said under your breath, "I feel like I knew that or at least should’ve."

"Oh don’t worry, it's a pretty unique name if you ask me..." he brought one hand to the back of his neck and you laughed softly.

“So...uh...Eddie..."

His eyes were on your lips again as you said his name, and he replied to you with a breathless yeah as his eyes still lingered there.

You had noticed his eyes weren't on yours, and you shifted slightly in your spot, not understanding what he was looking at or why you suddenly felt warm underneath his brown gaze.

In a suddenly shy voice, you asked if he could take you home. That was when his eyes flickered back upward to meet yours, and you watched his long lashes fluttering as he blinked.

He turned to look at his van, then held out his hand to it, and then the other to you, "Your chariot awaits, mi'lady."

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding due to sudden nerves that had you nervous he'd say no and leave you too. You took his hand like he seemed to have wanted you too, and you found yourself very hyper aware of how his hand had felt.

His fingers were a little rough, and his metal rings felt cool against your palm in the few seconds your hand had been in his. It made your face feel hot, and caused your heart to slightly skip a beat.

You had gone quiet because of this sudden feeling of warmth that Eddie Munson was making you feel. It wasn't a bad feeling, you deducted, but rather quite good.

Eddie had mistook your silence in his van for sadness, or something along that emotion. And so, he did what he thought would make you feel better. He motioned to the radio, and said, "Hope you don't mind."

And you really didn't mind, as it was his van and he was nice enough to take you home when your friend abandoned you and your ex left you out of spite.

That was when a loud, almost obnoxious song (at least that's what your friends would say if they heard it) that you honestly should've expected but didn't began to play the moment he turned it on. You even jumped when the heavy guitar and rock accompaniment blasted through the speakers.

Instead of turning it down, Eddie had actually turned it up and he had laughed when he saw you look at him with wide eyes.

"You can only really feel the music when it's this loud!" he shouted at you over the music, "Do you listen to this kind of music?!"

The corners of your lips were almost twitching up into a smile as you replied, "No, I don't really-"

"What?! You're gonna have to speak up!" Eddie shouted again as he began to tap his hands against the steering wheel and bang his head to the music.

Anyone would be irritated at this point, but you instead found yourself amused and...very intrigued with Eddie. You admired the way his long, messy brown hair bounced with every head bang, and didn't even worry that he was driving over the speed-limit or barely paying attention to the road. He was making you grin widely before you even realized it.

"I don't really listen to this kind of music!" you shouted this time, and Eddie gasped in feign shock as his eyes flashed toward the road and then he chuckled.

"Just kidding! It doesn't really surprise me! But that's okay! I'm glad I'm the first to introduce you to it! This is WASP!"

He even tapped the pin he wore on his sleeveless denim jacket he wore over his leather jacket. You stared at the pin, and then you were just staring at him again, finding him and this feeling he was bringing out of you so very endearing.

You turned away from him then, and began to focus on the music. First, you were tapping your hands on your thigh, and then your leg was bouncing to the music. It was little movement, but Eddie had caught it. He felt like he'd just won something when he saw you were actually enjoying this music.

It was like this until he pulled into your neighborhood, and up to your house, and even then, he didn't turn the music down as it echoed down the empty, dark street. It was making you laugh, out of pure amusement and nervousness as you were sure your neighbors and parents were probably being woken up.

"You're going to wake up the whole neighborhood!" you shouted at him, your grin widening as he only continued to bang his head harder to the music, "Eddie! Please!"

You weren't sure if he was actually just messing with you, or if he actually just didn't hear you this time. You reached over and rested your hand onto his shoulder and shook him.

When he still didn't respond to that, you knew he was messing around. Playfully rolling your eyes, you leaned your face toward and closer to him, but before you could shout for him to please turn it down, he had stopped aggressively banging his head and turned to look at you.

Your prior thought of wanting to tell him to turn it down all but vanished from your mind as you realized how your faces were only a few mere inches away from each other.

His lips were parted, his breaths heavier from the performance he was putting on for you, and his hair was more wild than before, framing his face. It was his eyes though that captivated you...they were so big and brown, too soft for a boy like him.

Something sparked within you, and once again, your face had grown hot, and you realized then what it was you feeling. It was how you felt once about your ex, back in Freshman year, before he grew in popularity, before he changed for the worse.

You hadn't felt such a way in a long time, and it was striking to you that Eddie Munson, a guy you really only met tonight, was bringing it out of you so easily.

You swallowed thickly then, a shyness like never before washing over you. Still, a small smile was resting on your lips and you leaned toward him, placing your face right beside his ear and said softly in his ear, "Good night, Eddie."

Your breath had tickled around his ear, and it had gently blown some of his messy strands of hair too. It sent something straight down Eddie's spine, and he could only stare at you almost dumbfounded in the after effects of it as you leaned away from him.

You didn't move to leave when you did though, your hand didn't even reach for the handle to indicate that you were. You were just gazing at him, as if waiting for him to do something that he didn't know.

It was probably for him to tell you good-night back, but what slipped from his mouth after he turned the music down finally was, "Want to get out of here?"

He inwardly cursed at himself, feeling as if he was pushing his luck. He drove you home like you'd asked him to, and now...he was asking you to stay with him? A girl who he doesn’t really know as well as she knows him?

You were quiet for a moment, and asked, much to his surprise, “Where would we go?"

Eddie shrugged weakly, "Anywhere, I guess."

Your eyes fluttered gently as you stared at him in thought, contemplating on if going with him was a good choice, or a bad one.Sure, he was making you feel something you forgot, but that didn't mean you should act on it and go with him somewhere this late.

Still, this feeling inside of you was powerful, soaring through you and flooding you with a warmth that told you to say yes, yes, I'll go with you, Eddie, wherever you want.

You listened to that feeling. Your parents weren't expecting you home until tomorrow and you decided that if there was a better time to take this kind of chance, it was now.

"Take me wherever you want, Eddie."

And he did.

You found yourself at Lover's Lake with Eddie Munson, sitting across from him in the back of his van while rock music vibrated the floor of the van beneath you.

You hadn't stopped smiling since being with him, hadn't stopped laughing, and this feeling he was giving you only got stronger and stronger, to the point where you wondered if you'd ever felt something like this so strongly before.

He was striking, and just different, from the way he acted to the way he dressed and spoke. Everything about him was making your heart soar as he talked about himself and his band, as he introduced you to his favorite songs and artists, and especially with the smile he would give you after he'd make you laugh again, like he was amazed he was making you laugh so much.

He made you feel different as well, but maybe this feeling of difference was actually just you, the real you poking through that hadn't gotten a chance to come out because of your past shackle of a relationship and reputation you had wore for nearly all four years of high school.

He had since taken his jackets off, letting you cover your bare legs with the leather one while he was left in what you learned to be an Iron Maiden shirt, a band he had shown you as well.

Throughout your conversations, and breaks where you would listen to the music he was showing you, your eyes were drawn to a tattoo on his right forearm. You didn't think he had noticed your looks, not until the song ended and he twisted his arm for you to get a better look.

"You like it?" he asked you as he flexed his arm out for you so you could get a better look. You reached out without really thinking, gently grasping his wrist and causing him to inhale sharply, especially when the tips of your fingers traced over his tattoo with interest.

You heard him, and let him go, "Sorry, I don't know why I did that." You chuckled nervously, but Eddie was shaking his head.

"No, it's okay! I was being the weird one," he shifted in his spot, moving the van slightly and reached up to the collar of his shirt, "I have more, you know." His hands grabbed at his collar and lowered it, showing you more that decorated his skin. You would've never expected it, but what you didn't expect more was a heat settling at the pit of your stomach at the sight.

Now, that was different from the fuzzy, warmth that continued to course through you.

"Wow," you said, slightly short winded at the sight of his tattoos and chain that he wore around his neck. He looked satisfied with your reaction, dropping his hand back down and resting it over his thigh.

He tapped his fingers against it for a moment, as if contemplating his next words. Eddie wasn't stupid, he could see the way you were looking at him, the way you've been looking at him since you told him good night about an hour prior.

There was something about you that he liked, as you were different than he suspected you were too. And he suddenly wondered if this would be the only night you'd ever spend time.

"So..." he started without really thinking, "When am I going to see you again?"

Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and lifted back to meet him, and you chuckled nervously, "You know, Eddie, most guys would say things like that when the night is over."

Eddie bent his left leg to his chest and rested his arm onto it, and he was grinning, his cheeks slightly redder than before, "Shit, okay, that sounded lame, sorry...but I'm just going to roll with it, it's just how I...feel, and I want to see you again...and again after that."

You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach once again, touched by his words.

"I'm here with you now."

Your voice was so soft when you said it, and all Eddie could say was as swiping his bottom lip with his tongue was, "I know."

Your gaze rested on each other then, and you found it harder to look away from this time. His wide, soft brown eyes that continued to captivate you.

It's been a long time since you've felt like this, but the more you thought about it, the more you wondered if you'd ever felt like this with anyone, this kind of connection you felt with Eddie at this moment.

"I don't know how to explain it," you stated your thought, "It's like my mind is just moving and moving and won't stop."

You felt silly saying such a thing, even laughing out of embarrassment, but if Eddie thought so he didn't say anything. Instead, he just stared at you, as captivated with you as you were with him.

"Yeah?" he said, his voice a little quieter.

"Yeah...it's like...I feel like we're kind of connected in a way." You nervously chuckled again, "God, I sound so weird- it's ridiculous right? I barely got to know you tonight."

It didn't occur to you that Eddie was probably feeling the same way, not until he swiped his tongue over his lips again and let his eyes fall. Your heart jumped, realizing that every time his eyes had flickered down while staring at you, it was because he was looking at your lips.

Your heart had blossomed in your chest then, and suddenly your words didn't sound or feel so ridiculous to you. This connection you felt, he was certainly feeling it too, with the way he was gazing at you and your lips all night.

"Eddie," you said his name softly, in a tone that was asking him to do something you couldn't say out loud for some reason. So, you did it yourself.

His leather jacket slipped from your lap as you moved to sit on your knees, and moved toward him like how one might crawl to someone you landed on to kiss in a game of spin the bottle. All the while he watched you closely, until you were closer to him. You leaned toward him, he smelled vaguely of cigarettes with a hint of cologne, a unique smell to you that you were positive you'd never forget and it intertwined with your more expensive perfume.

You breathed it in, breathed him in, letting your mind short circuit for a moment, but then you stopped, and realized how forward you were being.

You didn't do things like this, like you mentioned before, you had one boyfriend, one man you've ever really kissed and been this close to. Doubt flooded your mind, but you didn't have time to really think on it as you met his gaze again.

His eyes were slightly darker, his cheeks flushed, and there was silent message sent between the both of you. Your doubt all but vanished, and you and Eddie were leaning in, your lips meeting each other halfway as you tilted your head.

His lips were warm, and your chapstick made it easy for his lips to slide and move against yours. It was slow at first, almost shy, as if you were both testing the waters, but it changed a few seconds in.

It felt like you were getting drunk off of him, and his lips and taste were suddenly making your legs wobbly. He must've noticed you falter slightly, as right afterwards he rested a hand onto your waist and kept you steady.

You leaned closer to him, causing his lips to move more rough against yours. You exhaled sharply through your nose when you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip, and you gently parted your lips for him.

A noise escaped from you when he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, colliding with yours. God, you were definitely getting drunk off of him for sure and nothing felt more right than his lips devouring yours.

Your skin felt hot, and you were shifting in your spot before you knew it, moving so that you could sit onto his lap. Eddie complied, his lips leaving yours and eyes opening as the hand on your waist left and moved to grasp the back of your thigh.

His cool, metal rings felt cold against the skin of your thighs as he helped you sit on him and it sent a fresh wave of chills and desire through you. As you sat comfortably on top of him, you moved your hands to his long strands of hair.

He must've had the same reaction as you, as his breath hitched and his eyes that were half-lidded with desire flashed up to meet your own stare that mirrored his.

"What a nice fucking night this turned out to be," he said, the curse word slipping easily from his wet lips that shined with the residue of your chapstick.

You giggled softly at him, and agreed with him by leaning down and kissing him once again.

Like you said, you didn't do things like this, but for the first time in a long time, you knew you were doing something you wanted, something that felt right.

#i love him your honor and hope i captured his character at least a LITTLE #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things imagines #reader insert #stranger things #stranger things x reader #lys writes again

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changes · 2 years

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Tuesday, September 13th, 2022

🌟 New

Version 26.3 of the Tumblr apps for iOS and Android is now available, and it uses the default app icon.

Also in 26.3 of the Tumblr app for iOS, the alt text field now supports autocorrect.

In version 26.3 of both apps, the recommendation reason will be displayed at the top of the post. We have been working to implement this across all platforms.

In the iOS and Android apps, there’s a new landing page for Tumblr Blaze. Check it out by tapping “Tumblr Blaze” in your settings. You’ll also be able to access a dedicated feed of all of your Blaze-able posts here.

On web, when sharing your post about how many crabs you summoned, you can now switch blogs and publish the post to a different one.

🛠 Fixed

Fixed an issue in the Android app that caused some notifications to open a web browser rather than the app.

Fixed an issue in both the iOS and Android apps that caused the new at.tumblr.com links to open the App Store or Play Store rather than the app. Be sure to update your app in order for this fix to take effect.

Version 26.3 of the iOS app fixes an issue that caused featured tags to be absent from in-blog search.

Version 26.3 of the iOS app also fixes an issue where Spotify and Soundcloud audio embeds were misaligned in reblog trail items.

Version 26.3 of the Android app fixes an issue where italicized text was clipped at the end of the word.

Version 26.3 of the Android app fixes an issue where your list of followed tags could include duplicates of the same tag after following a tag, then refreshing the page.

Fixed an issue that prevented the Support from from loading in the Android app (please update your app in order for this fix to take effect).

When logging into your account in a web browser, the cursor will now automatically be placed in the password field after entering your email address.

Fixed a few issues that made it difficult for folks to verify their email address in some cases.

🚧 Ongoing

Nothing to report today.

🌱 Upcoming

With the release of iOS 16, we’ll be ending support for iOS 14 soon.

Experiencing an issue? File a Support Request and we’ll get back to you as soon as we can!

Want to share your feedback about something? Check out our Work in Progress blog and start a discussion with the community.

#tumblr update

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ballxbuster · 6 months

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I'd like to introduce Luciel (@mini-moonlight's !!) and Theo.

❝You don't really hate my company, do you Himeros?❞

❝No, I suppose I don't... Lupin.❞

LUCIEL is our Kenshi. He has raven coloured hair, fair, freckled skin, and the most mesmerizing blue eyes. Luciel is an enigmatic personality, to say the least. Always was. Tense and cold, Luciel never enjoyed the company of other people; Theo included. He rarely speaks about his family, but Luciel found a new family in his trustworthy group of childhood friends. He's 6 foot 5, doesn't particularly like sports (but loves to cheer Theo on) and enjoys baking as a hobby. He's one of few people that can melt down Theo's ego and turn him into a puddle ;) Theo would like to be suffocated in his chest thanks.

THEO is the Johnny of the relationship. With equally as black hair as Luciel, his eyes are as silver as the moon, and his skin tan with beautiful freckles littered all over his face, he's popular amongst men and women. He has siblings he barely gets along with, a father who only sees him as a tool, a pawn of which must obey his father's every whim (spoiler, that mfker dies). He's 6 foot exactly, athletic, flexible, and uses "bro" "dude" and "man" as nouns. All of these contribute to his ever growing ego. Oh, and he's got a mean punch. Like shit, he may be built like a stick but he's strong. Did I mention he's a werewolf?

L: What Theo is to me? Well, Theo is my sun but he's also so much more than that. He's a warm touch and a guiding hand when I cannot bring myself to be. He's a bright and playful laugh over late night cookies. He's the man with the moon reflecting in his silver eyes that stare back at me like I'm the most precious thing in his life. He's my rock, the reason I'm able to love and let myself be loved again. He's the one thing I cannot live without. Theo is my lover, mine all mine.

T: Luci is.. everything to me. At first, he was a challenge, an enemy, perhaps. But then he became my friend, my best friend. And now? I love him so much I couldn't imagine my life before meeting him. He's saved my life, on multiple occasions! *laughs* He is my soulmate, which I think is something I knew from the moment we met. He was more than just an experience, Luciel has left a permanent mark on my life.

NOW SOME FUNKY QUOTES

Theo: That was so hot, Luciel.

Luciel: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

Theo: I'm so in love with you.

Theo: Your smile looks forced.

Luciel, clearly annoyed: That’s because it is.

Theo, sweating: Luciel, there’s something I need to ask you-

Luciel: Finally! You’re proposing!

Theo: How’d you know?

Luciel: Theo, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Luciel: I even picked it up once.

Theo: Bro-

Luciel: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Luciel: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Theo, trying to flirt with Luciel: I think both of our families suck.

Theo: running towards Luciel with open arms

Luciel: moves out of the way

Theo: Hey, why'd you move?!

Luciel: I thought you were going to attack me.

Theo: I was going to hug you!

Luciel: Why would you hug me?

Theo: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Luciel: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Theo: It was autocorrect.

Luciel: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Theo: ....Yes.

Luciel: Is something burning?

Theo, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Luciel: Theo, the toaster is literally on fire.

Theo: We have a problem.

Luciel: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

guess whos the top and whos the bottom lol

-> I may reblog with headcanons at a later date!

also gonna tag @euphoricbi and @shinshoyu

#my babies #they are literal soulmates #shipname: thuciel #johnshi #incorrect quotes #mk #mortal kombat #theo and luciel #AAAAAAAH #oc #original character #oc pairing #they are so johnshi #husbands

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timetravelerpyrite · 6 months

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Uh, hi.

My name is Pyrite, I go by he/him mainly… don't mind she/her though. Newly found out I like Pup/Pupself pronouns too.

I'm 30. (B-day is November 16th, if that matters to anyone.)

//Current Arc: None rn!

//Finished Arcs: Fool's Faller, ABSOLute Panic!

Anyway, not too important, I just kinda found this site and realized 'Oh, there's some people like me here!' so here I am I guess?

Don't expect me to be friendly.

I don't bite! I'm trying to make more friends, but don't shove too much at me at once please.

I don't like staying in one place, it makes me anxious, no I won't tell you why. I was running a lot because of my Ex, she and my bio fam wants me to come back, but I won't, I'm actually tying to get use to staying in one place now.

Most important thing, I'm a Time Traveler and Dimension hopper, how the hell am I both?

I caught a Celebi (He/She/They) by COMPLETE ACCIDENT so now I'm kinda stuck with them, and I kinda got adopted by a Dimension hopping Iron called Iron Eclipse (It/Its)… no, I do not expect you to know what that is.

Call me a fake if you want, I don't care, just try not to hold me down in one spot, got it? Wow I don't like this part the most, why was I such a jerk in my intro??

Anyway, I might visit ya if I feel like, I have two adopted (not legally but who gives a shit) sisters @queen-of-the-phantoms and @pokedexcamp! I'm dating @silveredfeathers and living with him and his wife (and now my Girlfriend-??) @trainerlynda.

Adding an addendum: Sometimes we, his Irons, connect to his phone to be able to post. We are;

🐉: Iron Rage. (She/Her)

🕊️: Iron Serenity! (He/They/Fae)

🌋: Iron Eruption. (He/Him)

🌑🌈: Iron Eclipse.

⌛: And sometimes I steal the phone, I'm Chronos his Celebi.

🍞: Thanatos types sometimes too, she has rather broken English so it will likely be autocorrected to hell and back, please tell her if it gets a word wrong, from what I can tell she wants to understand (She/It)

//Open ask games!

Pelipper mail and malice.

Ask an invasive question.

//Magnifying glass ask game!

See his dreams and nightmares.

//A post for you to give me permission for him to hop to your character's dimension! (Either on purpose or by accident.)

//Ooc info under the cut!

//Ooc. This is a sideblog! Unreality. Mod is an adult and goes by she/her he/him pronouns All art I use is my own (Or made for me)! I follow from @theshadowqueenofthedistortion, more info about me on my main! This blog is not settled in one dimension at the moment, so expect conflicting area info. Here's some of my other accounts as well!

//Semi-Serious blog, I will participate in active silliness and also write serious stuff. Will sometimes touch on death, abuse and a few other things, I will tag the serious stuff with their appropriate tw/cw tags.

//I will not ship with anyone who isn't my BF (and myself, but that's a note for later), just for my comfort. This boi does n o t stay in one place, if he goes to visit someone he will get there himself/he fell into that universe by accident.

//Magic anons are allowed! But I am picky.

//I am very open to crossover stuff!

//This guy is very much centered around Future Paradox pokemon! He's not gonna know all the Pokemon's names and will call them 'Irons'. The Iron names are VERY much headcannons unless talking about a cannon Iron.

//When he's on the move things he says aloud will be under

[Voice to text active!] where as when he's actully writing it will be under [Pyrite is typing...]

//What the tags mean.

//Shadow Mod Speaks: Mod speaking.

//Mod Reference: Me and/or Zorana making references for this account

//Shadow Art: Art by me that isn't a ref/finished.

//Pyrite info: Self-Explanatory. For both IC and OOC.

Little Hops: His post/response tag.

Warping Reality: Closed and/or serious RP. I will also use this tag when responding seriously to something.

Where am I today?: When Pyrite is mainly talking to himself.

The Pokemon tags: They are for each respective Pokemon/Iron

Magic Anon Things.: Stuff with magic anons.

Triangle Terror: Pyrite dealing with the truth triangles. He can't turn them off, so hehehe.

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astrophilip · 2 months

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would just like to inform you all that i swipe-typed dan and fanart as tags on another post or i TRIED to swipe-type fanart but it got autocorrected to cabaret instead and now dan and cabaret is rly all i can think about

#hello what #sister daniel musical number when #dan and phil #dnp #rambles

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cerealmonster15 · 2 months

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[background template source!]

hmm yknow what. maybe i was supposed to describe the unique magic in that bottom box. oh well teehee!!!!!

updated references for twst rsa ocs Char and Dañarte!!!!! for now. i'll add them to artfight soon!!! I was gonna do another one for Dañarte's Scarabia Era but I worked on these all week.... so i'll just do that one separately sometime maybe lol. anyway i've posted about these guys a lot as u can see from the tags i gave them on my blog, BUT my main origin post about their soap opera lore is really long and intimidating to read.... I have a shorter lore post here, but JFKSJLDJFKLDS.... finding these templates made nice, more condensed intros for them lol. and I [slightly] updated their looks so they aren't just carbon copies of what the seven dwarf characters are wearing!!!! but i'm bad at clothing design so i didn't really change them much!!!!

also i tried to be careful but my handwriting is Bad so i'll retype the info / talk more under the cut.

First guy: CHAR

Age: 18

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Birthday: March 19

Class: 3-C

Club: Fencing [does rsa have a fencing club. idk. they do now.]

Height: 175 cm

Hobby: Horseback Riding

Homeland: Shaftlands

Likes: Arts & Crafts, Shellfish

Dislikes: Keeping Secrets, Beets

Unique Magic: Unknown [I haven't decided one for him yet, and I may simply make him a late bloomer who hasn't discovered his yet lol]

Extra info:

Favorite Stones: Pink Opal & Chrysoberyl

Older Cousin to Dañarte

Long-lost childhood friend + new love interest to Cater

Source Character: Prince Charming from Cinderella

Second guy: Dañarte*

Age: 17

Best Subject: Ancient Magic

Birthday: February 13

Class: 2-C

Club: Equestrian Club

Height: 182 cm

Hobby: Writing Speeches

Homeland: Shaftlands

Likes: Planning, Grain bowls

Dislikes: Tenderhearted people, Undercooked meat

Unique Magic: Kiss of Frost: He kisses something or someone and temporarily freezes them ICY STYLE!!!!! or something like that. idk it doesn't kill people[???? maybe it could. idk.] but it don't feel good. Perhaps the area of frost can vary as well, like a small smooch spot vs spreading through the whole body? We gotta workshop it a bit more I'll get back to u on that someday. maybe.

Extra info:

Favorite Stone: Apatite

Char's younger cousin

"Love interest" to Cater + later on, Jamil...

Source Character: Hans from Frozen

RSA -> NRC -> Scarabia [He gets expelled and/or leaves RSA for whatever reason, I still haven't come up w/that part LOL... and ends up at NRC post breakup with Cater and gets sorted into Scarabia.]

* Disclaimer bc I feel the need to point out whenever I bring him up about his name lol- Dañarte isn't truly a name, it's just a spanish verb that's like "to hurt you". his character literally spawned from a convo I was having with a friend when I was trying to think of a name for Char, and something I said got autocorrected to Dañarte, and we made jokes about an evil princely character... so he became his own thing and I just kept that as his name lol.

anyway. i like talking about them but i also get shy and embarrassed about it klfjslfjks. also i probs did not draw them to scale bc life is hard. so are colors. i went very basic bc im scared but im trying to remember how colors work again in our year 2024 or whatever. WAHOO FUNNY LITTLE GUYS!!!!

shoutout to op of this template [@unfinished-projects-galore] making me sit here and consider the lives of these boys a lil more w/that bio layout. i was tempted to put summoning as Char's best class but WHAT do they summon. tell me idia what does that MEAN - jk it's probably like how juice bb summons cauldrons lol. I also considered Potionology for Dañarte but I think he'd like stuff like history and all that jazz and older [perhaps FORBIDDEN] ways of doing things.

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #ocs #twst #cereal tries to draw #oc: char #oc: Dañarte #ummm did i have a caterella tag. idr. but they technically spawned from my caterella multiverse so #caterella #was that all the catalogue tagging. i think so. ok im going to go play persona now byebye.#but also. twst oc havers. our kids should hang out 👀#well maybe char should. Dañarte's a bitch. but i'll make him go on play dates LOL JFDSKLFJKSDLJFLJ ok jkjk. or am i. jsklfjdskljls #ok actually im gonna slap these new refs on artfight and THEN go play persona #unless im at the pic limit then ill deal w/it later #ONLY A FEW MORE MONTHS TIL ARTFIGHT HANG OUT W/ME ON ARTFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT PLEEEAAAAAAAAAAASE #ok. bye. 🚶

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