You are welcome to reblog everything! I do write NSFW but it is ALWAYS tagged. If I think it's borderline it may be "nsfw ish." Enjoy. (Psst! I accept prompts of all kinds!)
Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.
I think it was high school when i overheard some white girl put on her best semi-disgusted and confused voice and go “why do so many Mexicans dress up like cowboys?” and I had to be the person to tell her.
also, cowboy culture was hella gay. like, write-poems-about-your-cowboy-partner gay.
IF people acknowledge it, they play the necessity card– there weren’t any women out on the range, so they had to “resort to men.” this claim completely erases 1) the romantic (not just sexual) writings of actual cowboys, 2) the acknowledgement of cowboys’ potential homosexual activity by writers at the time, and 3) the possibility that some men would deliberately become cowboys with the intent to seek out homosexual encounters.
no one wants to admit it, but cowboy culture was just. so inherently gay.
IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!
Remember the first time we saw this scene, heard the sound of the skates, and the click of the skates stopping on the ice rink?
Presenting a countdown to relive your favourite Yuri on Ice moments to commemorate the one year anniversary of YOI! Taking place over a period of 12 days, each day will feature a prompt/theme where you can contribute creatively to celebrate 1 year of Yuri on Ice and the joy it has brought to all of us.
Prompts/Themes : (Each daily prompt is derived from each episode!)
Day 12: Stammi Vicino / Welcome to the Madness / Free skates
D-Day *ANNIVERSARY DAY*: Go crazy, draw everyone, draw anyone doing anything! Congratulations MAPPA & YOI for their first year!
As for details when the countdown will start, what to tag your posts as etc; all that has been put up on the blog! Info/Rules & FAQ. Twitter users can also cross-post their works over to Twitter with the same hashtags as there is a Twitter as well!
There’s still more than a week left until the countdown starts! Lace up your skates everyone, and let’s start brainstorming over what to create for the countdown!
I’d like to announce this year’s Jihyun Week! This week will be focused around Mystic Messenger’s Jihyun Kim aka V. You can submit art, music, fic, cosplay, edits, mixes, anything as long as V is the focus. This will happen December 1st-7th 2017, be sure to tag your submissions as #jihyunweek if you want me to see it and reblog it here! You can also submit it to the blog.
Themes:
Day 1: Snow || Travel
Day 2: Succulents || Jigsaw Puzzles
Day 3: AU || Ships
Day 4: Photography || Music
Day 5: Past || Future
Day 6: Secrets || Sweets
Day 7: Festivities || After end
Rules:
No hate of any sort. No hate messages, no ship bashing, none of it. V wants you to be happy and positive!
Work must be about V or featuring V as the main focus
Tag anything ns//fw or anything with overly dark themes.
Can be submitted late if you didn’t finish on time
Please reblog to boost awareness! If you have any questions please direct them to the ask box or contact me @seriaph.
People should do more “meet ugly” and less “meet cute”. For example.
“I broke your nose at a mosh pit” AU
“I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU
“You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU
“You punched me in the face while gesticulating wildly to a friend” AU
“You laughed in a restaurant but you have an ugly laugh and I thought you were choking, so I spent the last three minutes awkwardly humping you while performing the Heimlich maneuver” AU
“We met each other on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame” AU
“I get really sick on roller-coasters and you had the misfortune of sitting in front of me so, uh… sorry…” AU
“You’re the bastard who keeps parking right in front of my house so I retaliated by keying your car and you caught me” AU
“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I’m going to stuff it down your throat” AU
“You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU
“My new dealer has friended me on Facebook and I’m unsure of how to react to that” AU
“You saw me reading the same book you did and we got into a heated discussion on how much it sucks” AU
“This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying” AU
Note: Lucius is my OC. He belongs to me. Thank you.
Lucius sat in the small hut that had been given to him by the native tribe. He discovered them not long ago, but had made quite a name for himself among them. With their constant, willing sacrifices to him, his power was seemingly unlimited. He could conjure things at will, travel to any place he wanted, and most importantly, he could up his libido and ability to provide his sacrifices with the ultimate pleasure. That wasn’t even the half of it, though.
He was surrounded by plenty of material offerings as well, including but not limited to the best meats and fruits available to the small tribe, their best homemade jewelry, and quite a bit of gold, silver and minerals. They meant nothing to him. All he wanted was his next piece of flesh. He waited in the warm hut, in nothing but a bit of cloth to cover his front genitalia. It hardly did the job. He called for his trusty servant in their native tongue, knowing full well that even if a sacrifice was given to him today, it wouldn’t be until later in the night. He watched the young man approach him, wearing just as much clothing as Lucius himself, but of a visibly lower quality. There was no fear in the 20-something year old’s eyes as he came to sit in Lucius’ lap, there was only immense love.
Of course, Lucius did not form attachments as easily as the mortals. He didn’t even know this boy’s name. It amused him that all of these people thought they meant something to Lucius, even after he got a little… rough with some of his offerings. He was one to admit his faults, and he knew full well that his biggest issue was getting a bit overzealous during his alone time with the people who were chosen for him. In some cases, they did not survive the night.
These thoughts were wiped from his mind, however, when the young man reached up to gently finger his flower crown. He had enchanted the pastel petals to never wilt and to bind together to form his “crown,” so that it would never fall apart or look any less beautiful than himself. The demon found that his own hand, which was of course as human-looking as the rest of him, was sliding up the servant’s bare thigh, to his stomach, chest, and finally throat, where Lucius took a firm but breathable grip. The flash of both fear and lust in his eyes made Lucius’ shaft stand to attention. Oh, how he loved the mortal form. Not only did it make them more susceptible to him, but the pleasures that this body brought him were unfathomable. They were unlike anything else he had experienced in all of his time. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, just to see that fear one more time. He gave a bit of an animalistic growl, leaning down and roughly kissing the boy in his lap.
Lucius knew that it was a bit taboo to take his male sacrifices, but he much preferred them to the female ones, although he did occasionally accept them as well. But after nearly a year with these people, it had become quite normal to them. They lived happy and safe lives thanks to Lucius, and they weren’t about to question him. He knew that. Pulling away from the kiss, he could see that the boy was willing to do anything for him. A simple touch and kiss, that’s all it took. He chuckled, running his thumb over his, admittedly, favorite servant’s full lips. He simply sat back against the chair he was in, giving a bit of a dismissive gesture. The boy certainly knew what he wanted. He removed both of their cloths, spitting on Lucius’ seven inch manhood and slowly lowering himself onto it. The demon couldn’t help but groan, closing his eyes as all of the tension in his body was replaced with immense pleasure.
After quite a bit of work on the poor servant’s part, he cried out Lucius’ name in his language and came. Lucius, on the other hand, seemed quite bored. He dismissed the boy, hard as a rock and frustrated. He called in one of his more newly appointed boys, who was of similar age as the other one, but was much more reluctant. Not because he did not praise Lucius as much as the others, but because he was still technically a virgin. At least, he was in the way the demon wanted to use him. He allowed the boy to relax on the nearby cot of a bed, Lucius cuddled up to his side, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while he slowly stroked the servant’s length. He was fairly small in that department, but that didn’t matter to his lover. While the horny sex demon generally preferred to use spit as lube, he knew very well that that wouldn’t work for a virgin. He reached over to a rock bowl filled with aloe vera, which the people had made into a bit of a gel-like substance over time. He dipped his fingers in, coating them generously, and then slowly worked a single finger into the servant’s tight hole. Once he was knuckle-deep, he worked in a second finger, and then a third. When the boy signaled he was finally comfortable, Lucius coated his own manhood in the gel, and slowly entered. The boy’s heightened emotions and newly-invaded hole alone were almost enough to make Lucius come as soon as he entered. Thankfully, he managed to keep himself under control.
As the pain turned into pleasure for the demon’s new toy, Lucius didn’t hold himself back. He pulled on the boy’s hair, scratched up his chest and back, left quite a few hickeys on his throat and choked him more than once. What finally made him cum, though, was when he bit into the boy’s shoulder hard enough to make him cry out in pain. He released his load into the lowly servant and almost immediately after he was dismissed from the hut. Lucius rolled over on his cot, naked, and fell asleep. He was more than content.
Note: Xavier has been Jasper’s best friend since, well, forever. His funeral is, in my opinion, crucial to understanding him when he “meets” Ryker. Yet another story based off of @sammystaygory‘s awesome oc’s.
When Jasper heard the news, he was so stunned he didn’t even cry. He’d never forgive himself for that.
Now, standing in the church pews at his best friend’s- no, his brother’s funeral, he fought with everything he had not to sob. It didn’t work. Staring at Xavier’s beaming senior photo next to his closed casket, Jasper broke down. He was supposed to give the eulogy, but he ran away instead. He’d never forgive himself for that, either.
He ran and ran to their favorite hideaway in the very cemetery Xavier was now being buried in, under a large old oak tree that backed up to the brick wall. It was private, and Jasper ripped the tie from around his neck while simultaneously removing his suit jacket. He balled it up and buried his face into the thick fabric, making ugly sobbing noises as he let it all out. By the time he took his face out of the jacket, it was dark outside, and the funeral was long over. Jasper knew that this time tomorrow, the person who had meant the entire world to him would be six feet under, and he’d never see his face again.
Suddenly, he hopped up, letting his removed clothing fall to the ground. He did his best to compose himself as he walked back to the church where he somehow managed to catch the workers before they moved the casket. “Can I-” He couldn’t even finish his own sentence, choking on the rock that seemed to have made its home in his throat. They didn’t need to hear it, though, and quickly left the small chapel.
Jasper approached the closed casket and slowly opened it, staring down at Xavier’s face. Not even a week ago, he had been joking around with him in science, and discussing their plans for life after high school. Their plans together. Once again, his composure slipped and the tears raced down his reddened cheeks, falling onto his lifeless friend’s chest. “Oh, god,” he mumbled, nearly reaching down to touch Xavier but afraid of what might happen. “This isn’t fair!” The cry escaped his lips before he even knew they had formed as a thought. “Why did they have to hit you? You of all people? Why were they in such a hurry, they couldn’t stop at a god damn red light?” He was shouting now, each breath hitching in his throat and making his heart ache. “How am I supposed to do this alone?” This time, it was a whisper, and Jasper felt defeated. He was drained, and sad, but he had no more tears left. He also knew that even if he shouted until his throat was raw, Xavier was gone. He would have to do it without him from now on, he at least owed his friend that much.
Closing the casket once more, certain to be gentle, Jasper left without a word. He didn’t bother to go retrieve his clothes, knowing they wouldn’t be discovered but also not much caring if they were. He went home, not even bothering to change clothes once he made it into his bedroom. He simply shut the door and crawled into bed in the dark, pulling the blankets over his head and crying himself to sleep. It was him against the world now.
Note: This is MY interpretation of what their first meeting would be. This is based off of @sammystaygory‘s beautiful oc’s. ♥
Caleb sat on the stationary park swing, his long red hair pulled back into a messy bun. Thin strands hung in front of his eyes as he took a long drag of his cigarette, watching the girl sit in the grass, mouthing the words to whatever song was playing through her headphones. He’d seen her here before. It seemed as if they were always at the park at the same time, which just so happened to be the exact same time there were no children. Come to think of it, he mused, there are practically never any children here. A smirk played on his lips at the thoughts that crept into his mind, but he’d never even spoken one word to her. All he knew was that she was beautiful and- is she coming this way?
At 6’3” and 200 pounds, Caleb was fairly fit. He liked to take pride in his body, and as Alex approached she certainly wasn’t unaware of that fact. For her, she was simply lucky to have a metabolism in overdrive. For anyone else that might’ve caused some problems, but Alex would eat all day if she could. She had to try and stifle her laugh as he clumsily flicked his cigarette away and stomped it into the wood chips as if he was trying to hide his bad habits from her. She couldn’t care less, seeing as she wasn’t the one kissing him any time soon. The look on Caleb’s face must’ve been priceless, he knew, but he liked to imagine he seemed calm and collected. Although he had tried to hide the cigarette from her, he slowly blew out the smoke he had inhaled from his nose, looking a bit like a puppy in trouble.
Now it was Alex’s turn to look smug. “Nice plugs,” she commented, nodding at him in a very vague way. Caleb’s hands shot up, gently touching his stretched out ears. “Which ones am I wearing?” He really didn’t know, which perhaps was odd, but Caleb didn’t know much of anything going on around him. She rolled her eyes, pointing at her own ears, which had much larger plugs in them. Oddly enough, though, Caleb recognized them as a much larger version of his own. “Oh, hey, you too!” He couldn’t help but chuckle, his hand falling into his lap once again. Alex adjusted her round-rimmed glasses out of habit, staring down at Caleb. “You know, smoking will kill you prematurely,” she said, avoiding eye contact with him.
He knew what she said to be true, but his almost-too-carefree nature shone through as a goofy grin fell on his face. “Hey, who says that’s a bad thing?” His smile fell when Alex didn’t laugh, only raised her eyebrows at him. “Geeze, take it easy,” he grumbled, kicking at the wood chips and revealing his hidden cigarette. “It’s just a joke.” After a bit of an awkward silence, Caleb decided to take his chance. “You know, the blue in your hair really pops against your dark skin. I like it,” he mumbled, seemingly shy now. “A side-shave suits you.” Alex blushed and scoffed, looking down. “You’re an idiot,” she replied, dropping a piece of paper in Caleb’s lap and walking away.
Slowly, Caleb opened the small note, which only contained a phone number. He grinned to himself, shoving the small piece of paper in his jeans pocket and watching Alex walk away without looking back. Damn, she was beautiful.
The boy wandered through the aisles of the large crystal shop, awestruck at the many shapes and colors that each crystal came in. He stopped often to pick one up in his small hands, running his thumb over the either smooth or rough surface, admiring that the earth could create such beautiful objects all on its own. It was while he was doing just that with a piece of Amethyst that his mother approached from behind, gently touching his shoulder. “We have to leave soon, dear. Please pick one you'd like,” she murmured quietly. The shop itself was nearly silent despite the many people browsing it, the only sounds being the shuffling of their feet and the light music that played over the speakers. The small child felt his heart drop, looking up worriedly at his mother. “But Mom! They're all so pretty. How am I supposed to choose?” He asked, clearly upset that he couldn't have them all for his new collection. She simply shrugged and smiled as she told him, “ just pick whatever feels right honey.” With those words, she walked away to go admire the larger crystals. Exasperated, but determined, the boy began searching the crystals with an actual purpose. In the back of the shop, where hardly anybody went, he found a shelf full of what looked like wooden ring boxes. He picked one up, gently, curious as to what the box may contain. When he opened it, he was shocked at the beauty within. “This is it,” he whispered softly to himself as he gazed upon the small gray worry stone inside. It was simple, and didn't sparkle like the other crystals he had seen. The small stone sat inside a bed of purple velvet, and he found when he ran his finger over the stone, it was almost as soft as the very bed it laid in. He put his thumb in the divot of the stone and was shocked to find that it fit perfectly. Although he was old enough to know it wasn’t true, the boy couldn’t help but feel that perhaps the he and the stone were meant to be. He gently closed the box, running (well, moving as fast as he could through the crowded shop) to his mother. Once he found her, he was beaming up at her while he presented to her the boxed stone. The older woman smiled down at him approvingly, “Alright honey. Let’s go home.” Together, they walked up to the counter, paying for their crystals and leaving, the boy more ecstatic than he’d been in a long while.
