Bluebo0

Blue she/her 23 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[blueboobun]

Welcome!!

– Hello! I'm Blue 🩵 (She/Her)

– Lesbian!!!!!

– Grad student (School is kicking my ass)

– Bilingual (Spanish & English)

Minors, do not interact. You will be blocked.

Masterlist

Requests

– Requests are open! (Rules)

– Please note: Sometimes I'll knock out a bunch in one day, and at other times, I might go quiet for a while.

– I don't judge! I’m happy to take on most ideas, but if a request isn’t a good fit for me, I’ll ignore it.

Tags

#BlueWrites –> My own works

#BlueDelivers –> Requests

#BlueNoise –> Random thoughts (I have a lot)

Current Obsessions

Mac (Date Everything!) The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn’t Really a Guy (green yuri) Arcane The Locked Tomb series

Current Music Obsessions

Jupiter - The Marías Louise - TV Girl Pyramids - Frank Ocean Sex on the Beach - PARTYNEXTDOOR

[the-boring-distopia]

no more Alectopause, I had enough. I'm doing it myself

[intrawebs]

search results that make me laugh so hard i start coughing

[nieverminduh]

ianthe obsession is kicking back in damn it

[blueboobun]

My toxic trait is that I need Ianthe BAD. I definitely can’t fix her, and I don’t want to.

[dizzyghoast]

see it's easy to think less of the locked tomb for how often characters talk like tumblr memelords, especially if that's the only dialogue youre seeing in excerpts, but it would be a mistake to assume that it's a result of poor writing. Rather it was a deliberate choice on the part of the author to make "tumblr memelord" the diegetic dialect of the aristocracy. It's the Nine Houses' equivalent of Received Pronunciation.

[eldritchoffice]

finished gideon the ninth the other day. to no one's surprise i wanted more ianthe.

[scared-cr0ws]

situationships so dire you become the angriest and most annoying people in the world respectively!!! /hj

[dogeuphoria]

"why suck the strap?" why lay in a warm patch of sun? why admire bird song in the morning? why enjoy a warm soup on a cold day? why do anything that brings you joy???

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

speculating other people's art — be it digital art or fanfiction or any other forms of art — if it's ai or not harms real, genuine writers as much as ai does

it sucks, but you can never be 100% sure if something is ai, especially in written works. any sign of "ai-generated fic" is something genuine writers do (guess what ai is trained on and what it's trained to mimic). more often than not, innocent human-made fics that were accused of being ai were written by people who are on the autism spectrum or writers whose native language is not english but they write in english regardless (kudos to them!). actually, even proper grammar is now being considered "a sign of ai", when it's... not. people can use proper grammar in their works, that means they are good at grammar, it doesn't mean they used ai to write for them.

if you start normalizing "speculating and accusing people of using ai", then real, genuine writers and artists will eventually stop creating/sharing their works with you, for fear of being wrongly accused, and all that will be left in fandom space will just be ai-generated fics.

[nebbs-writes]

This is a good reminder of how speculation is harmful to creatives, especially people just creating for fun. You have it in good faith that I'll never use AI to write my fics.

[honeybee-arts]

just finished the locked tomb series! do you have any idea what that does to a person

[blueboobun]

This made me lol

[nebbs-writes]

You've Got Mail (Ch 3 of 4 Excerpt)

Mac x Reader The following excerpt is sfw, but the full fic I link to Ao3 at the end is nsfw. Engage at your own risk.   Reader has pelvic floor dysfunction typical to female anatomy, but everyone is welcome to read. I wrote this for self-indulgent reasons but also to spread awareness about pelvic health and adaptive intimacy!

Mac dug into their pocket to check their messages, and whatever it said made them groan. “Oh no.”

You hit mute on the TV remote. “What’s wrong?”

Mac shifted to the other end of the couch and set their bowl on a side table. “They’re asking if I can come into the office again. On my day off.”

“Like right now?” You couldn’t believe it. 

“Right now.”

“What could they possibly need you for?”

Mac tapped away in reply. “I’m wondering that myself.”

You watched as Mac peered at the screen, offering silent support as they exchanged more messages.

“It looks like one of our new employees made an error that is costing the company thousands of dollars, and they want me to come fix it.”

The reason sounded plausible enough for a company like MoneyCoin, but the fear in Mac’s tone told you there was more to it.

“Why not tell them you’ll come tomorrow instead?”

“I would, but I think something bad might happen if I don’t go in tonight.”

You paused, trying to make sense of what they were implying. “What do you mean by that?”

For the first time ever, you watched Mac hesitate to answer an earnest question. 

Link to full fic on Ao3

[vendettaisnthere]

Saw the official DE art OH MY GODDD I HADDD TO DRAW THEMMM

[zurazurax2]

Oh Mac I love y—

…wait

.

.

.

Roni.

WHAT is your cord doing exactly?????

[nebbs-writes]

You've Got Mail (Ch 2 of 4 excerpt)

Mac x Reader The following excerpt is suggestive, but the full fic I link to Ao3 at the end is nsfw. Engage at your own risk.  Reader has pelvic floor dysfunction typical to female anatomy, but everyone is welcome to read. I wrote this for self-indulgent reasons but also to spread awareness about pelvic health and adaptive intimacy!

You whipped around, and Mac was nowhere to be seen. The clouds shifted from bright pastels to a value scale of grays. Then there were no clouds at all. You plummeted from the sky through a void, helpless to the pit of darkness approaching the end of your fall.

Your eyes shot open.

The abyss was gone, replaced by your dark bedroom and the familiar pressure of your small but full bladder. The remnants of arousal from the wet dream intensified the overall unpleasant ache in your pelvis.

The digital clock read 3:33 a.m. Its numbers cast a faint red glow on the dresser like tiny flickering embers.

Careful not to disturb Mac from their must needed rest, you disentangled yourself from the bedsheets and shivered as the cold air hit your naked form. You felt your way to the bathroom with your feet, and when you switched the light on, the bleary image of your face appeared in the mirror. Your eyes were watery with exhaustion and a bitter dryness clung to the inside of your mouth. 

Link to full fic on Ao3

[blueboobun]

And Nebbs has done it again. Go read it immediately!!!!

[vendettaisnthere]

Mac commission dump for October-November, ngl my 16 year old self would have freaked out over the amount of support from you guys since I've been holding back from doing comms for almost 3 years out of fear. Turns out all it took for me to start was a swig of soju and a dream 😭🙏

And now my dumbass is realising I can't fit the rest, but you can find them here <3

I'll re-open my comms on Dec 13 once everything's calmed down with my finals :)

Again, omg, thank you guys so much for the support y'all are so sweet 💜

[luoce]

back to regular schedule programming for this one or smn

foam mustache mac

[samdrawzzz]

do you ever just black out and draw something you completely forget about afterwards