These Gifs Are So Powerful Their Lagging My Tumblr.

Then your a coward

When thinking of naughty fic, I think of these men.

*walks into your McDonald's* hi can I get the McTosterone with a small McEstro-block, please? *Slides you a 100$ bill*

I WORK AT MCDONALDS AND I PUT ESTROGEN PILLS IN THE HAPPY MEALS

I did not heed the warning and I swear I scared the dude in the stall beside me. God I love hiding from work and scrolling Tumblr sometimes.

i got an insulated metal water bottle recently after using plastic ones for years and oh my god ice water is so addictive. this shit SLAPS i get so excited to drink water thats crazy

The HP fandom will glorify a group of privileged white boys who habitually and purposefully made life miserable for kids less fortunate than them who couldn’t fight back simply because they were bored and thought it was fun. Because apparently never apologizing or doing anything to make up for their behavior, only stopping bullying when they were out of school (the SWM scene is after the werewolf incident, even almost killing Severus didn’t make them at all hesitant about casually tormenting him) and continuing to treat Severus like shit and make excuses for themselves into adulthood is “growing up and changing” aka doing NOTHING for redemption except be conventionally attractive white boys that fans want to gush over.

But the HP fandom will demonize a queer-coded, impoverished, mentally ill abuse victim who was manipulated into an extremist group as a vulnerable, isolated teenager (which, The Marauders directly contributed to said trauma and isolation) by Tom Riddle who at the time was not a snake-man that everyone knew to be evil but an extremely manipulative young “activist”. Because apparently spending the rest of his life putting himself in mortal danger, enduring torture, and choosing to sacrifice all his happiness to oppose that group he was manipulated into joining + fundemantally changing his beliefs “Don’t use that word (Mudblood)!” is “doing nothing for redemption” because it’s easier to write off characters that aren’t hot and fun. It’s easier to write off characters that make you think about uncomfortable things like privilege and abuse, and how these things twist potentially selfless and loving boys into angry men; how predators like Tom Riddle can warp these boys into their puppets, disrupting their lives forever.

It’s easier to write off Severus Snape and gush over your headcanon versions of The Marauders, but that doesn’t mean it’s right.

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The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

~

Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

~

He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

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House Rules

I’ll just jump right in with the rules for this blog. It will have info on requesting, asking questions and submitting your own works.

Rules for requesting Imagines, Headcanons and Reader Inserts:

We’ll start with NSFW, extreme things will be posted on my Ao3 and a link posted in response to your ask. I will write virtually any kink, but I have the right to refuse any that make me uncomfortable.

Regarding pronouns in requests, by default will be Female. If you want others, you must specify. If you want a trans reader that’s fine, but I will use the pronouns of the reader’s preferred gender. (Say MtF will have Fem pronouns while an FtM will have male pronouns.) NSFW content with trans characters will be, by default, fully transitioned(meaning they will have preferred genitals and minimal mention or attention paid to any scarring) this is to avoid fetishizing transgender characters unless specified that they want a more emotional take on intercourse with a not fully transitioned reader.

To request NSFW I ask you to be 18 years or older and that all characters requested be 18 years or older. I would prefer minors to not interact but I know you still will(cause fuck what adults say) but please respect my boundaries as I would respect yours.

If you an issue with a request filled(whether you requested it or not) please feel free to DM me. Keep in mind, I may not rewrite the finished product and depending on how you approach me about it may lead to your entire filled request being deleted. If you show me respect I will show you respect.

My character request limit per request is 4, but if you want short headcanons then you may request up to 6.(short as in 2-3 bullet points per character)

Now onto what personal asks you may do:

You may ask what I look like, tho my Tumblr image is pretty close.

You may also ask about my likes and dislikes, and any discourse concerning fandoms or characters.

I do have some problematic ships/favs, you may ask about them and why I like them. No, I do not stan any of them, I just think they’re neat.

Personal questions, like my childhood or what I want to do in the future, are fine.

Questions about politics, social debates and other debacle like that are not accepted. I will not discuss my personal viewpoints on such matters, but you make ask about my philosophies I like to live by.

Submitting:

Again, I have the right to refuse any submit I do not deem appropriate.

By that, I mean Underaged NSFW.

Please properly display warnings at the top of all posts if you wish to submit, even if it is not NSFW. People, especially me, like to have a hint of what we are going to read.

If you are unsure at all about anything, feel free to DM me and ask questions. If you wish for me to grammar check your work, I do not mind but keep in mind I would like to have it submitted to my blog if I grammar check it.

You may submit works for fandoms not in my fandom list, as I’m sure there will be followers who like the same fandom plus it could get me into new fandoms.