please stop tagging your works as x reader when its so clearly not
😘 no.
already went on this rant before: all of my works (except for MERCY) are x reader. name or not, they’re 2nd POV written. & i’ve found far more invested, grateful readers than not by tagging this way rather than not.
MY WORKS MATCH THE TAGS 9/10 TIMES. they just don’t match everyone’s preferences and that’s no longer something i’m making my problem for the 3% of crybaby brats on here like you.
you’d know that if you actually read it. but ya don’t.
i used to be cordial about this shit, and phrase this all so much nicer when addressing it ~ but i’m done. i’m so fucking done, guys. i’ve hit my limit && not dealing with this anymore.
i’ve cried && been gaslit && felt guilted enough for petty minded like this. i’ve shrunk down my own worth && adhered to demands like this, only to be told there’s nothing wrong with what i’m doing to help find more Steve & Gator readers (it literally isn’t harming you).
in fact, i’m turning off anon asks for a while. got something to say? show yourself. quit pretending you’re in charge or every single rule on here.
entitled online bullies who hide behind anon won’t be taken seriously or given a platform. congrats. you’re done here.
none of own tumblr. none of us decide what can be tagged or not, especially when someone’s works meet basic tag standards. don’t like me? block me.
i’m not your internet slave to boss around.
go take your attitude and channel it into other things far more worthwhile ~ like donating to charity, or volunteering, or helping change this political climate, or remembering the fact we’re all idk practically at fucking war?????
to all my readers who find me: welcome. make yourself at home. don’t want to? great. 🧝🏼♀️🤍 move along, leave me tf alone and stop projecting personal frustrations onto people online you’ve never met / would never have the guts to bully in person.
Anyways to totally randomly drop this im genuinely going to move out with my sister possibly to another state sometime in the possibly not so far future 👍
II hears a shout coming from your room, right after a false note. He could faintly hear you practicing a song, but he had a hard time figuring out which song it was. What he could understand is that you had troubles with getting the rhythm right. As a drummer, he knew he could help you, so he got off the couch, grabbed his drumsticks and made his way to you.
He hit them three times on your door as a makeshift knocking and entered the room. His sudden intrusion made you jump.
"Jeez, II," you scowled. "I could've been naked."
"Too bad you're not."
You looked for anything to throw at his face, but luckily for him, you had nothing bit your pick, which you knew you wouldn't retrieve easily if you used it as a projectile.
"What song are you practicing ?" He asked.
"My Own Summer," you said.
His face split in a grin, and you couldn't help but smile too. You knew it was one of his favourite songs. He loved Deftones.
"Good choice. So what's gotten you so worked up about it ?"
"I just keep messing up. I can't keep up with the rhythm."
"I see."
He thought about it for a moment, twirling the drumsticks between his experienced fingers with effortless precision.
"What's the original bmp ?"
"The guitar is at 144."
"That's quite fast. But you've done faster," he added with a smirk.
"That was a less complex thing. Of course 190 bpm won't work on this one. Beside, I didn't have to hit a note on every beat, but I have to for this one."
He nodded, thinking about how to proceed, then straightened his back and holding his drumsticks correctly.
"Okay. We'll do this again. I will do the metronome. We'll start slow and gradually speed up. Got it ?"
"Yes sir."
He mumbled something under his breath before counting down, hitting his sticks together. You started playing and it went quite smoothly until you messed up, your finger fumbling on the fretboard.
"Fuck's sake !" You swore.
II made a move so swift you barely saw his arm moving. He swatted your leg with his drumstick. Next thing you know, the skin of your thigh right past the hem of your loose shorts had a red line across it. It stung, and you sucked in air through your teeth as the pain of the impact settled in.
"What the hell was that for ?"
"Snapping and swearing. I should hit you again, but I'll be gentle at first. I will hit as many times as it takes if this happens again."
II's expression and tone was so composed, stern and serious it was almost terrifying. He had a way to impose respect like you've never seen before. It's like every single one of his words was effortlessly calculated yet flowed naturally. Damn, he was probably very good at maths.
"And while we're at it..."
He used the tip of his drumstick to push the hem of your shorts back, exposing more skin for him to hit. He secretly hoped you'd snap again, as he thought that the red marks would look lovely among your stretch marks. The feeling of the drumstick dragging across your inner thighs sent shivers down your spine.
"Is this really necessary ?"
"Of course. How else am I going to discipline you ?"
Jesus fucking Christ.
"Warn a guy next time."
"Absolutely not."
With that, he counted down with the drumsticks, leaving no room for protesting. You took a deep breath and resumed your playing. When you missed a note, you pinched your lips, not wanting to let out a swear.
"Good boy," he said when he noticed your self-control, as if it was nothing and a totally mundane thing to say.
It took you all your self-restrain not to throw that guitar to the ground and sink your teeth into his neck. You kept playing, messing up again. His praise, added to the tension due to your small but significant mistakes, riled you up in no time. One more praise, and you couldn't keep your lips shut.
"You fucking bastard." You snarled.
You thought you could take the hit, because you assumed there would be only one. You didn't expect the rain of hit turning your thighs, and especially your inner thighs, a delicious red. You hissed in pain. II stood behind you then lowered himself to be at your level. He wrapped his hand around your throat and tilted your head back so it would be held against his shoulder. He approached his lips to your ear, and his breath caressed your skin.
"Next time you insult me, I will bend you over my knees and I will not hold back. And your pants will be off. Do you understand me ?"
Again, his composure was astounding. It's like he didn't even feel that insulted and just seized the opportunity to do this. Like he just really wanted to tease you and his only goal was to turn you into a blushing mess. Whatever it was, he succeeded.
"Yes," you spoke faintly, throat restrained by his strong hand.
"Yes who ?"
Fucker.
"Yes sir."
"Good !"
He pressed a kiss to your cheek and innocently went back where he was, holding his sticks and ready to beat the rhythm (and perhaps your thighs) again. You sighed, swallowing the lump in your throat and getting ready to play again. This would be a long session.
Everyone.. For those.. who thinks that i send anon hates because you've been listening to goldmudder?.. well here's the evidence i've been gathering..
This is Few days ago.. I told GoldMudder to leave me and my sister alone many times.. because she had the Audacity to accuse me to "Manipulated" my sister, Which is i don't.. and Someone had the Audacity to tell me that i Send anon hate, How the hell do i have a Stupid time to send anon hates huh? you don't know me.. All i ever do is rping and thats it.. and I told Gold Mudder that SHE Is Making matters worse.. I keep telling her.. instead of leaving me and My sister @thelittlemermaidfan1989 Alone, She always Brags about evidence that Doesn't even Prove anything.. and Then Gold pulls out a "COPS" card and said that i was "Threatening" to it..which is i Don't.. I told her.. if she doesn't leave me and my sister alone.. Then I'll expose her with the evidence.. and Here it is!.. My dear friend andy The squirrel blocked me permanantly without even asking me a Question at all.. which is thats kind of shame right now.. Siding with someone Who Gaslight, Verbally abusing, Scolding, and Being forced to delete the twitter account when DODGER Has a Twitter account which is pretty hypocritical.. so i found this too
Wow Billyjoelmutt, How hypocritcal can you be? You made my sistery Deleted her Twitter account and Goldmudder, you RATTED Her out in discord and you two have the audacity to call me Drama when my muse killed off in her old server.. Have you No Shame or Guilt? I guess you guys are the definition of "TOXIC" people.. And you have the audacity to Hurt my poor sister @thelittlemermaidfan1989 After EIGHT FUCKING YEARS of being a Bestfriend to her.. And now.. 8 years is Been wasted by you two fuckers.. and Now.. since you guys are bunch of Toxic people..I'm glad that i blocked ya'll and i hope you realized How much hurt you've cause My sister like that.. You got no one else to blame.. But yourselves.. *Shook my head* Like i said.. I told you to leave me and my sister alone.. But you wouldn't listen..So.. THIS ENDS.. NOW as of today, you DO NOT TALK To me or my sister ever again.. and also.. REAL Friends.. Doesn't Gaslight, Verbally abuse, Or anything unthinkable like you two did.. as of today, your dead to us.. and you need to look at yourselves in the mirror and ask yourself.. "Am i a Toxic person?" and you realized what you lost.. You ain't getting it back.. not even once or so.. But You Goldmudder and Dodger.. are dead To me and My sister.. Consider yourselves Cut ties.. and I don't want to hear or talk about it ever again.. because the both of you are just as Horrible.. as others who wronged me.. 13 years ago.. So WE"RE Done here today..
and my fellow followers if you want to testify.. please do.. in reblog, to tell the whole truth about them..
So I just finished campaign three (!) after delaying to all hells and that has me a little emo for obvious reasons. I’m gonna miss them so muchhhhh
Now I will have to go on with the jampaign which I’m loving and I wont be able to pace myself with the blue crew, oh my!
I jumped into the naddpod train coming from the Dice Shame podcast (and talk about a whiplash! (we all know what I’m talking about I’m not gonna say it)) while the legends of irondeep was airing, I think, and the episode summaries where always so unhinged I’m so glad I got through it. So yea happy I’ve known naddpod for a little more than two years, me ; and very late congrats on finishing this great campaign team naddpod !
