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Artist: @ludomoose Recipient: @jackaboop Pairing: Dan Avidan/Arin Hanson Warnings: Small amount of blood Caption: Sir Daniel Sexbang rescuing Arin the amateur adventurer. Arin is immediately in love.

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Artist: http://ludomoose.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://gala0apples.tumblr.com

[sailorbryant]

Heyyy, how about first valentine's as a couple for Freewood/Egobang/Risingwood ooorrrr first valentine's with Ryan for Turnfreewood ❤️

VALENTINE PROMPT 2 - TURNFREEWOOD - RESERVATIONS

When Gavin wasn’t at the office that morning, Ryan wasn’t immediately suspicious. Once it hit noon, he couldn’t stop himself from asking Geoff, who gave him a noncommittal shrug, and Ryan shot off a text to his boyfriend which was promptly ignored. At two, he sat at his desk grumbling to himself over the loss of the lunch he planned on taking him out too, and failed to concentrate on the game he was playing as he contemplated whether he should cancel their dinner reservations. At three, he got a text from his girlfriend.

>>Meg: When are you coming over ;)

He stared down at his phone, a frown covering his lips. Jeremy, who had stopped by his desk to ask a question, saw it and spun on his feet to go back to his desk.

>>Ryan: I thought we were meeting for dinner?

>>Meg: Change of plans <3<3

Ryan only had time to let out a huff, before his phone dinged once more. This time it was a picture.

A picture of a receipt. A receipt from a lingerie store. His eyes widened, taking in the list of underwear, stockings, and garters, but he hissed in a breath when he realized that everything was listed twice.

He barely had time to catch his breath, before the next image came through. It was two legs, both of them clad in stockings, one completely bare, smooth and silky white, the other slightly tinned and covered in slight fuzz.

>>Meg: We’re waiting ;)

“I’m leaving,” Ryan blurted out, jerking up from his desk and knocking it so hard his monitor rattled. He didn’t even shut his off his computer, just grabbed his jacket and keys and rushed out the door while the rest of the guys stared at his retreating back.

To hell with dinner reservations.

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Artist: @ludomoose Recipient: @elisisland Pairing: Dan Avidan/Arin Hanson Warnings: None

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What Came Next

Author: @vziii​ Recipient: @ludomoose​ Pairing: NinjaShipParty Warnings: SFW, but mentions sex, murder, and includes homophobic speech. Title: What Came Next Summary: After the great NSP’s arrival to 6969, the city became a different place. But from what Kristen, the new leader, is starting to gather, was it for the best? Word Count: 1027

It had been only days since the mighty Ninja Sex Party had departed their great renowned city, but its members wasted no time establishing its new democracy. Now with freedoms to touch and love another, the new willful leader Kristen was sure to not lose them any time soon. Some say the revolution turned to an evolution for the citizens of Earth. Unfortunately, there were fossils to collect.

What was once a large, cylindrical, authoritarian building now was just crumbled cement, a surviving museum of the old world. Wishing to retrieve the informations kept from them for so long, the citizens voted to scavenge and investigate the place. And so, on this fine autumn day, Kristen, accompanied by a handful of volunteers, began to step through heaps of rubble where the Dick Elders’ Council office once stood, her golden blonde hair having her stand out from the others cleaning up the ruin. Gloves in hand and backpacks filled with Ziplock bags, the team began picking at crumbled rocks and cement blocks, hoping to find some sort of documentation of the past institution. Pieces of dusty chipped marble hinted the Dick Elders’ Council podium, its faint glow from the light’s reflection catching Kristen’s eyes. Mindfully walking towards, her light grey sneakers stepping away from any sharp stones on her improvised ‘path.’ When she had made it close enough to the remains of the table where the Elders would sit and commune, she wasn’t quite prepared for such a surprise.   Right there under the chunks of chipped marble and cement, disassembled stacks of yellow manila folders were right before Kristen’s eyes. Inside each one, an odd collection of files was packed neatly. Kristen scanned through each one slowly, fortunate that no one disturbed her study. One of them was a map of Ninja Town, like she remembered in history class, a land that was somehow lead to corruption for reasons she forgot, only that an odd name ‘Europe’ was crossed out. Another had a few pages ripped from a ring notebook diary, each of them filled with records of amount of people killed each day, summing up to around 300 deaths throughout the papers. More and more folders were scanned through, each one containing fascinations of the history the Elders never even hinted at before.  Countless prints of photographs were tucked in multiple other folders, showing Kristen’s heroes Danny and Ninja Brian in what she could presume their world. Places in said images ranged from an Attitude City and their concerts in a New Jersey, typically showing the duo on either high-speed adventures or with ladies in bright-coloured underwear. Along with them were more sparse documents: advertisements for sex training, a legend of a beast called a manticore, news articles of Ninja Sex Party hijinks of homicides and public disturbances… Out of all these folders, one truly pursued Kristen’s curiosity. She remembered Danny in blue shimmering spandex, but she couldn’t recall a grey-haired man with scars upon his face. His long-sleeved black shirt and pants seemed familiar, however, hinting  The only other person Kristen could associate Sexbang with was a man in a black ski mask and… Was this man kissing Danny the man underneath the black cotton mask? … did they… were they both… Kristen pushed that thought aside and fumbled to look through one more folder. It wasn’t like she understood the aspect of love and affection yet. The bottom and final folder, oddly, contained only one document: a rough parchment folded once or twice to fit into its folder. When unfolded, Kristen presumed the vintage paper was once a scroll, as it seemed to curl up at its ends. In a slight mess of a cursive penmanship, the following text almost put everything together for her. To My Descendants:    If this is to be read, I pray that the Samurai Abstinence Patrol is victorious in the your history. I pray the sinful Ninja Sex Party hasn’t infiltrated your mind or altered the earth’s culture of divinity. If so, please keep this in mind: Ninja Sex Party preaches of instinctive displays of emotion without consequences. Not a lick of morality can be found within said ‘band.’ Living their own lives with no self control of murderous intent or sexual desire is one conflict, yet advocating it be the way for all is simply inhumane.    Not to mention, they had depended upon their instincts so much they’ve went against their own moral. It seemed they have declared unlawful lust, or according to them ‘romantic feelings,’ for each other. Two men in unholy affair, kisses or none, can’t possibly bring anything beneficial to this planet or timeline.    The way to true happiness, I hope they know, is not simply from a life full of pleasure. It is derived from restraints from the unlawful deeds, control of the childish impulses, abstinence from the world’s cheap temptations. You find it in a meal with more vegetables when you’re on a diet, on a day you complete work before letting yourself play a game with friends, on the night of your wedding with a humble person or opposite sex to complete your duty as a father or mother.    And so, in this will of mine, I regret that I can leave nothing further than an aspiration: a purified world. A union where all are well-disciplined and fueled upon morals, where they are truly happy. Perhaps a world with no temptation of pricey materials of premarital sex, or any need for intercourse, will be best for this. I pray that this aspiration of mine, this hope for a nation free of animalistic impulse, will be the world’s mutual goal.     Dear reader of the future, may the path you and your brethren traveled be pure and lawful, and may the irk of Ninja Sex Paety be far from you. Know that instincts of desire and joy are not to be trusted. Have your head rule over your chest and loins. If you find that these lusts are too strong, run to the illusion of marriage, and find yourself a disgrace to our Patrol and name. - Arin Neverbone, Samurai Abstinence Patrol Founder and Leader 

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💬 hey :)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

You’re like, the bestest? Ever? In the whole world?

This is super long but it’s from an original novel I’ve been working on for years about two boys who trained in the academy together in space when they were kids. Idk, but basically here’s the climax of the first book. (Asher’s parents are super religious, basically cult-like, and extremely homophobic so this was a whole thing) I will probably never ever finish it but I always really liked the way this scene turned out. 

"I would rather- that is- I do not wish to take the chance that I might regret not doing something."

"Um, okay?"

"I hated you for a long time," Asher said suddenly.

"Well yeah, I know-"

"No, I truly did. I loathed you. Truly despised everything about you." He paused, and for a second Eris was scared that that was the end of it. "I believe it started off as jealousy.  You had such an easy time with our peers. You were a nobody, but you slipped in so nicely. Even the teachers adored you. It was," he paused again, "frustrating."

"That's a nice way to put it," Eris chimed in, enjoying the annoyed look shot in his direction.

"Eventually, however, I began to see you as a friend."

Eris really wanted to interject that their school-life was nowhere near as rosey as Asher painted it, but the other man was being so sincere and open, it felt cruel to try and start a fight.

"Then," he continued, "you left, and all those old emotions came flooding back.  The ease  with which you made my doubt everything. My goals, my faith, even my father." He turned away, overcome. "I couldn't help but resent the control you had over me.  A back-water Neslas farmer brat with an insolent mouth-"

"Jesus Asher, tell us how you really feel."

"But," he said, ignoring Eris, "after graduation I realized that it couldn't be hate. You and I meeting, that was- When I think about the little ignorant brat that I was; whom I could have been if we'd never met. It scares me."

"Asher-"

"You made me who I am, Striker. You gave me kindness, and friendship, and you gave me hope."

What is going on? Eris felt a lump in his throat, and he just wanted to slap Asher.  He'd never heard his friend so honest, so open, and it was scaring him. Such a pure outpouring of the soul could only really lead to one thing.

"I just wanted to thank you, and let you know," he paused, struggling through something, "just what you mean to me."

This was a goodbye.

"Asher, please, you don't have to. I know you don't have much experience with these things, but friends don't have to say this sort of stuff to each other."

"Don't you get it, Eris?"

Eris did not.

"I have to tell you this, because you are more to me than just a friend."

"Best..friends?"

Asher laughed, softly, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes.  His eyes were dark; dark and serious, like when they faced down that simulator.  Determined.

"I'm sorry about this Striker," he whispered, the nervousness of earlier a vague memory, "but, as you said, no point in wallowing in regret.  Not when I need this."

"Need what? Dude, just tell me what it is. Is something wrong? I'm sure we can put our heads together and we can get this figured out."

Asher was moving forwards and Eris felt himself inching closer to the wall behind him, more unnerved that he could ever remember being before.

"That's what friends are for, right?" Eris quickly whispered as his back slid against the rough station wall. Asher gave him a friendly smile, putting him off guard, before he felt the other boys lips against his own.

Asher was kissing him.

Hands were grasping at his vest, and his head hurt from scraping against the rough surface behind him.  He felt his shirt ride up a bit, and his first instinct was to jerk it back down.

Asher's eyes were closed, and his cheeks were flush.  Eris felt his face start to burn as the moment truly caught up to him. When he was young, he could remember staring at his friend from the bunk over, thinking about how those lips would taste.  Yet, here he was, living out a boyhood fantasy, but all he could feel was confusion, and maybe a hint of fear. Then, Asher's lips' parted, and he could no longer think of them as boys. He wasn't kissing a boy, he was kissing the man he'd become. A strong, lean, smart man was kissing him and he couldn't help but join in.  His fingers coiled around Asher's face, pulling them as close as possible.

This is what he had been missing with all those random men and women.  The difference of foggy passion, brought on by lust and questionable judgement. This was a deep passion, that ran through years of care and trust, and lit up his whole soul. The full force of their history, and the kiss, sent a shiver through him and he let out a sound that was half moan, half whimper.

Asher jerked back suddenly, his eyes wide and dilated, his cheeks a furious red. Eris, with his friends face still grasped in his hands, tried to pull him back in, but Asher darted out of his reach.  

"I-I'm-," he stammered, but Eris was still grasping at him.

"Asher," he groaned, but Asher pushed him back into the wall. A jolt to the head was enough to clear Eris's mind for the moment. "Ash...what?" Eris had been pretty open to both genders from an early age, but to think that Asher would ever even contemplate such a thing was beyond him at the moment.

"I'm sorry Eri-Striker. I'm sorry. To steal such a thing from you in such a crude way, but I-I had to, at least once. I couldn't bear the future, without something of you just for myself," he rambled.

Eris was clutching at his vest, lost in equal parts confusion and excitement. Still, through fog, he could see the sense this made. Asher's guilt, his self-hatred, made so much clearer with his new stunning confession. He made to hug his friend, but he pulled away, wincing.

"Ash, please, let's talk about this."

"I must go," he said suddenly.

"What?" Eris nearly shouted, panicked.

"Now. I have to go now." He was already making his way out of the storage room, and down the station line with Eris barely keeping pace with him.

"What are you doing?"

Asher laughed, nearly leaping onto his platform, the bitterness of it striking Eris like a blow.

"Stop being so stupid, you asshole and just get back here." He made an attempt to leap onto the platform behind Asher, but an attendant hauled him back. Frustrated, he turned to glare at his friend. "When can I see you again?"

"Oh god, Eris, you just don't get it, do you?" Asher peered down at him, keeping his expression calm, though Eris heard the crack in his voice.

"When, Asher?" he continued, determined.

"Never, Eris." The platform groaned as it rose from the ground, jerking up and sending it passengers reeling for something to grab. "Never."

Eris groaned at the echo of his friends melodramatic exit as the platform rose up and docked into The Navigator. Asher may have grown up, but he was incapable of making anything easy.

Thank you so much, I never really thought about ever giving anyone the chance to read this but me but I thought what the hell.

[ordinarywhip]

People are pretty active on twitter but mostly on private accounts so you have to track them down. There's also an invite only discord server if that's your jam.

man a whole lot of people were posting their twitter handles a lil while back i wish i had saved more of them ;; discord is deffo my jam even if i mostly lurk in servers lmaoi have no idea who’s running the discord/how to get an invite though pthbptgotta love that good kush social anxiety wherever i go though

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ludomoose replied to your post “Don’t you love it when you find out a really cool fact that literally...”

:( What's the fact, bud?

Apparently, the authors of The Expanse series and Andy Weir, the author of The Martian, got drunk at SDCC together and decided that their books were in the same universe, cause why the fuck not. And they even added a ship into the Expanse series called the “Mark Whitney,” named after the main character of the Martian. D: