#been kind of a rough evening so I posted this to cheer myself up

[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

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Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

#Pipe Game Series #hulk x reader #the hulk x reader #black reader #oneshot #marvel fic

[knoxvillesjackass]

Hi love! I hope you're well.

I love your writing so much and I'm a slut for smutty jealous/possessive johnny fics so if you ever felt like writing something like that, whatever plot you want I'd love to read it.

I always get so excited when I see you've posted something!

Thank you 💘

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣.𝐤

thank you for this request and thank you for the kind words! <3

warnings! rough (like really) sex, degrading dirty talk, slight choking, possessive/jealous partners, alcohol intake, oral sex

words; 3.287

It was like a moth to a flame when Johnny and you first met. That was how drawn you were to each other. Fire was the only real way you could describe the relationship.

Although all was well in the relationship, with sweet nights in and fancy nights out. With love and passion, with everything you could’ve ever asked for, there was a slight problem.

Johnny’s jealousy had a life of its own. You’d never quite understood it, frankly; you found it ridiculous.

As much as a glance from another man could send him through the roof, and more often than not, this stupid jealousy would be the root cause of pretty much all of your arguments.

The blonde tramp on Johnny's arm had her fingers tangled up in his brown locks, and a huff left your lips as his hand moved down around her lower waist.

"I'm gonna fuckin' snap," you muttered lowly from across the room and your friend patted your shoulder and pulled you backwards, turning you around. "Just forget about him for tonight," your friend, who'd never liked Johnny, said and shook her head when looking in his direction, although his focus was fully set on the girl on his lap.

You bit your lip and turned your head while at the bar, glancing quickly at Johnny, who was laughing. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes, gazing at the bartender. "Man in red over there wanted to buy you this," the bartender said and handed you a beer, nodding his head towards a man on the other side of the bar. He was reasonably handsome, around your age. He smirked, and you raised the beer bottle to thank him. You'd never pass up the opportunity of free alcohol, so you drank it quickly.

"Another one?"

The man had come around and sat next to you on one of the bar stools and he nodded at the beer bottle, which you'd emptied rather quickly.

"Sure," you shrugged and smiled, cheering him as you both sip your beers.

"You're here all alone?" He asked, and you turned to look at Johnny. The woman was practically dry-humping your man, but he didn't look as if he minded a bit.

"I'm here alone," you nodded and turned around, trying to shake your worries about Johnny away. "I haven't even asked your name yet. I'm Matt," he said and reached out a hand, which you shook and smiled, "I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, I'd just like to say, that I think you're very beautiful."

You found yourself unexpectedly blushing at his compliment, genuinely enjoying his company. He kept your mind off Johnny, and for that, you were thankful.

You talked for a while about life, jobs and hobbies. He was charming and easy to talk to, and he wasn't plastered like all of the other idiots in the bar.

"Now, I don't know if you've noticed, but I think the pool table looks pretty damn desperate for someone to play a game," Matt said and nodded his head to the pool table. You giggled and inhaled with a playful smile. "You sure you wanna do that?" You asked and Matt raised his eyebrow in curiosity. "You're that good, huh? Well, I myself am what some people would call a pool prophet," he said to which you giggled. You'd always been a bit of a pool shark. You used to hustle men poor back in the day.

You both walked from the bar to the pool table, laughing and joking around.

Johnny had his eyes glued to you know. He followed your every move and growled bitterly when Matt's hand landed on your hip, himself unaware of the total hypocrisy as sat with a woman on his lap.

"You break, sugar," Matt said and you winked at him. Going for the obvious damsel in distress, you positioned yourself poorly and shot a terrible shot, not landing any balls in whatsoever.

You wanted the men, who started to gather to watch the game, to believe that you had no idea as to what you were doing.

After Matt had landed a few balls, it was your turn again. The game was bound to be a heated one, with you being incredibly competitive, you got the same vibe from Matt.

All was well until the moment you'd leaned over to shoot, and Matt had leaned above you, pressing his hard cock against your ass. You bit your lip. You didn't want to push him away, for some reason. You just wanted him to stay. He bent his head down to your head and kissed your cheek softly. "You wanna go someplace else?" He asked.

Strangely, you did, and even though you knew what Matt was indicating, you weren't mad about it. Johnny could do what he wanted, and you could do what you wanted. He obviously didn't agree with the definition of a monogamous relationship.

Before you could turn around to follow Matt, who had a hold of your hand, you were yanked away from behind and pushed behind someone. Johnny.

He pushed Matt's chest harshly, making Matt fall backwards and land on the floor. "Johnny!" You exclaimed and punched his arm, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He looked down at you and clenched his jaw. "Pack your shit, we're going home," he spat through gritted teeth and darted his eyes back to Matt, who was standing up again, taking off his jacket.

You hated to admit it, but Matt had no chance of beating Johnny in a fight. He was big, but not as big as Johnny.

"I don't want to go home, Johnny," you hissed and looked at Matt with an apologetic look. He smiled and winked at you, which infuriated Johnny even more.

"I don't give a shit. We're going home, now."

You watched as Johnny's eyes darkened. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and picked up your jacket, throwing it over his arm.

"Woah, buddy, let her go, eh?" Matt said. You shook your head in his direction, as a way of warning him.

You yanked your arm away and glared at him angrily.

"You motherfucker," Johnny growled and threw your jacket on the ground, stomping towards Matt with a curled fist.

"Okay, fine! Let's go home!" You exclaimed just before Johnny's fist made contact with Matt's jaw.

He dropped his arm and turned around to look at you. "Go to the car," he ordered you and grabbed your bag and jacket, turning around once more to Matt and flashing him an angry stare before following you to the car.

You sat angrily with crossed arms and waited for Johnny to start the engine.

He began driving and as soon as the car registered that you weren't wearing a seatbelt, it began beeping. Johnny hated that noise, and surprisingly, even though Johnny did the most reckless things for a living, he hated it when you didn't wear a seatbelt. Maybe it was the protective trait in him or perhaps the fear of something happening to you in general. Either way, he stared at you angrily and sighed.

"Do I seriously need to tell you?" He asked and glanced back and forth between you and the road. "It's uncomfortable," you mumbled and crossed your legs.

"I don't really give a shit, Y/N. If we drove into something right now, you'd fly through the fucking windshield, so please; put your fucking se-"

"Okay!" You scoffed, and grudgingly strapped the seatbelt on.

"You ruined everything tonight," you sulked and Johnny looked at you with a surprised yelp. "I-I ruined everything? Last time I checked, the night was ruined when you took it up the ass with a stranger," he chuckled and shook his head. "Un-be-fucking-lievable," he mumbled and shook his head.

"I was protecting you."

You yelped at his statement, at how ridiculous it was.

"From what? A hot guy, who wanted to fuck me? I didn't need any protection," you snapped and shook your head.

"Stop it," Johnny ordered you lowly and sighed. "What? You think, that I didn't want him?" You were ridiculing him at this point, stupidly not thinking ahead. Johnny's expressions were turning darker by the second.

"You're always like this! Every single time I even look at a guy, you chase him away!" You declared, a hiccup following your sentence.

In all fairness, you had downed four or five beers with Matt, and you were seriously starting to feel it. Your words were suddenly slurry and Johnny noticed it right away.

"Listen, how much did you drink?" Johnny asked and leaned over slightly to get a look at your face, your eyes, more specifically.

"Why do you care? You were too busy getting it up for the blonde bimbo," you mumbled. Johnny rubbed his temples and tried his very best to not explode while he was driving.

"Fucking reckless," he mumbled bitterly and looked away from you.

The rest of the ride was painfully quiet and the only real noises to be heard were the few angry profanities Johnny would spit under his breath.

-

A screaming match had begun as soon as you'd entered the house. Within minutes of arriving home, you'd already managed to smash a plate out of pure fury.

"Go to bed, Y/N! I don't want to hear it!" Johnny ordered and stared at the smashed plate on the ground in shock,

"I was trying to play pool, not fuck him!" You yelled and threw your hands in the air out of pure frustration after Johnny once again had brought up Matt.

"What about you? She was sitting on your lap, Johnny! She was practically thigh-riding you!" You yelled.

"Well, why in the fuck are you letting some fucking guy rub his dick against your ass?" Johnny asked and you laughed in fury.

"We were playing pool before you came and ruined everything!" You yelled and grabbed your hair. The neighbours had probably woken up because of your screaming, but you didn't care.

"If I hadn't stepped in, you'd be fucking the guy right now!" Johnny hissed, the image riling him up even further.

"Maybe I should've! You think I didn't want to!"

"You are so fucking unbelivable! Do not test me!" Johnny yelled and waved his arms around.

"I wish I'd done it! You weren't paying me any attention!"

Johnny's expression changed, and within a second, a sarcastic pout formed on his lips and he stepped closer to you.

"Aw, my poor baby. It's the attention you want, huh?" Johnny asked and stepped so close to you, there was barely any space left between you.

Your head was aligned with his chest, so you looked up and stared at him with a clenched jaw and crossed arms.

"I'll give you some damn attention then," he growled and with that, he grabbed your ass and hoised you off the ground, your natural instinct kicking in to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Fuckin' Matt," Johnny chuckled and smashed his lips against yours.

His kiss was not the same. It was not passionate or sweet. It was rough and it felt like he was leaving his mark on you, more than anything.

Johnny walked up the steps with you clinging to his waist, occasionally planting a harsh slap on your asscheek.

Your throat feels tight, and your heart felt like a hammer in your chest.

Johnny practically threw you down on the bed and stood up, watching as you lay there, skin like electricity, anticipation pumping through your veins.

He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed what you believed to be the sexiest part of him. His muscular upper body was well toned and you caught yourself staring before eventually snapping out of it.

You looked up and realised the position you found yourself in. Johnny was already riled up, but you could do better. He wasn't where you wanted him yet. In a sudden act of rebellion, you reached into your shorts pocket and pulled out a scrabbled piece of paper. Matt's number.

You placed it on the bedside table, making sure that Johnny saw it all.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at?" He asked you and growled at the paper. "For later," you shrugged.

Without any warning, Johnny grabbed the hem of your shorts, suddenly yanking them down roughly, throwing them somewhere in the room.

"Let's see how confident you are with a dick in your mouth," he said and smiled wickedly.

He grabbed your arm harshly and pulled you up from the bed, forcing you down on your knees.

He unbuckled his Knoxville belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers, allowing his hard and erect cock to spring free.

You whimpered as Johnny grabbed a handful of your hair, tightly grasping it in a closed fist and guiding your head towards his cock.

He pressed his tip against your closed mouth, groaning when you didn't just take him fully.

"Come on, baby. We can do it the hard way or the e-Fuck it, you don't deserve the easy way," Johnny scoffed and with force, he pushed his whole length into your mouth, your eyes widening as his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned and threw his head back, moving your head back and forth, his cock pumping into your mouth.

You looked up at him and fluttered your eyes, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. His big hands wiped them away, giving your one cheek a slight slap.

He was deep inside your mouth and your hands rested on his lower stomach and hip to try and control the movements, although it was impossible. Johnny was doing this for himself, and only himself.

"You've got everything you need right here, don't ya, doll?"

You hummed in agreement and felt him twitch in your mouth. You waited for him to release everything but he never did. He pulled his cock out of your mouth and you opened your eyes in confusion.

Johnny wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up to stand.

"Get this shit off," he mumbled eargerly and pulled your shirt up over your head and unclasped your lace bra, his cold rings against your skin, sending shivers down your back.

Johnny stood behind you, pressing your panty-covered ass against his hard cock and your bare upper body against his.

He leaned down and rested his head on your shoulder, reaching his arm around your body to sneak his hand into your panties. The other arm was wrapped around your upper body, keeping you pressed against him.

You whimpered softly when his finger ran slowly up and down between your folds, distributing your wetness to every corner of your cunt.

"What do you reckon I should do with you? Should I let you come?" Johnny asked you and you nodded naively. "Use your words," Johnny ordered you and pushed you further against his body.

"Please, I want to come," you whimpered and threw your head back on Johnny's shoulder when he began drawing circles around your clit.

"You do? Well, maybe you should've thought about that before you nearly let Matt assfuck you," Johnny said, syncing Matt's name with a tight pinch around your clit.

You yelped and got up on your tippy toes to escape the sensation, but Johnny was bigger and stronger than you. He pressed you down against the ground and continued, ignoring your cries and moans for him to stop.

"Is this what you wanted? I seriously doubt it," Johnny mocked as he watched you try to break from his grip.

At last, he stopped pinching and you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a complicated mix of love and hate for him.

"Johnny, please," you begged softly and winced at the swollen clit Johnny had left you with.

"Lean over," Johnny ordered you and pushed you towards your dresser, perfect in height for you to bend over comfortably.

Johnny crouched down and slid a finger into your soaked opening, a second one following quickly after.

The second you felt his tongue enter you, you were sent through the roof with pleasure, only literal seconds passing before you felt an orgasm edging its way close.

"Johnny," you cried, not knowing what else to do. Your mind was a little blurry and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head every now and then.

Johnny chuckled against your wetness and just as you were so close, he pulled away completely.

"No!" You cried at the loss of touch. "Asshole," you grumbled lowly, the sudden sharp sting of a hand on your asscheek making you cry out loudly. "What did you say?" He asked you and rubbed the red handprint on your ass. You weren't scared of him, so just as you were about to give Johnny a piece of your mind, you felt his tip at your opening.

You gulped, your throat dryer than ever.

"Not so fucking brave now, are we?" Johnny smirked, allowing you no time to respond before fully slamming into you, his whole thick, long cock thrusting fastly in and out of you.

"I-Oh, fuck!" You screamed as Johnny assembled your wrists behind your back and held them there with one hand, while the other went to your head, pressing it down against the dresser.

You felt every inch of him inside your walls, his balls slapping the curve of your ass as he fucked you roughly from behind.

"J-Johnny," you slurred and let a tear stream down your cheek. You sniffled but Johnny didn't care. He knew it was because you loved it. After all, the safe word was always there if you needed it.

"Crying because of how much you love my cock, hmm?" He hummed and you nodded softly.

Johnny gave you an extra hard pump and growled, making you yelp. "Didn't I tell you to use your words?" He asked and you hummed, simply unable to formulate words with the pleasure you were feeling.

"Then, use your fucking words!" Johnny hissed and went deeper with his thrusts, your belly bulging and your cunt totally numb from the overstimulation.

"I-Oh-I fucking love it, Johnny!" You screamed, an orgasm closing in.

You clenched around his cock, and Johnny hissed at your action, releasing your wrists and grabbing your throat. He brought you up so that your back was pressed against his chest, one hand around your throat and the other massaging your breasts.

Johnny's tempo was not bruised at all. Quite the opposite, actually. He only went faster and deeper the longer it all went on. It felt like he was going to break you. Whenever you thought his speed couldn't increase any more, it did.

"Johnny, johnny, johnny," you moaned as you felt your whole world slowly starting to spin. "I'm gonna cum!" You screamed and grabbed Johnny's forearm, bringing it to your mouth and biting it as hard as you could, coming down from one of the best orgasms of your life,

"My baby," Johnny moaned and winced at the sensation of your teeth sinking into his skin, but he liked it.

"Oh, fuck baby!" Johnny shouted and slowed down his thrusts but deepened them as he too orgasmed powerfully.

Johnny waited a bit before he pulled out of you, but when he did release you, your knees buckled and you fell to the ground with a thump.

Johnny, of course, was smirking proudly, but eventually lifted you onto the bed. "Can we have this kind of sex without fighting?" You asked and fiddled with Johnny's hair. He smirked and nodded. "I think that's a very good idea.

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[peachdues]

Hi Peach!

I have been trying to spend less time on Tumblr right now but I got some very bad family news and decided to treat myself to your blog and I’m really cheered up!

That teaser you posted and the fact we are getting a super emotional reunion✨second time✨ in TGW as well as a ✨first time✨ before we get to the aftermath of Tengen’s spicy lessons. Thank you for the meal

‘You’ve no idea, while I was gone I thought endlessly of you’ - I’m sorry it’s so emotional I won’t be able to take it I love him so much 😭

This may be spoiler territory (if it is tell me to shooosh) but will we see any of Giyuu’s POV thinking about reader in the infinity castle? 👀👀

AND NETHERWOOD Sanemi j*rking off and you saying we will be mad at him, reader about to leave him to go to a new village my heart is breaking, Peach you are such an awesome write - I’m still having fun trying to decipher your teaser images btw.

I was wondering between Kanae and Reader did Nemi have other girlfriends in between as he is super experienced with women

I know your inbox is sky high and even if you just see this message, I’ve seen that you’re struggling with your depression a lot recently, I hope you’re doing alright and taking time for yourself, doing what makes you happy and what helps clear your mind ❤️

-🫧🫧

(PS died when you mentioned Seelie Kyojuro as I am from Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿)

MY BELOVED BUBBLE ANON!!

Hello my love!! I adore seeing you in my inbox, always!

I’m so sorry you’re going through a rough time right now. I really hope you’re able to take some time and get some rest and indulge in a bit of self care. I’m sending you lots of hugs, and since you’re in Scotland, some tea as well. I’m partial to crumpets so if you like them, I how you get to eat them however you like them! (I’m a slather it in butter girl myself)

As for TGW — hehehehehe I’m so glad you enjoyed the teaser!! TGW has been a lot of fun to write (even if I have to stop and research some new historical fact every two seconds). Sam said it reads more like a romance story (a smutty one ofc) and that makes me happy since that’s relatively new territory to me.

As for a Giyuu Infinity Castle POV — as of right now, I don’t have plans for one! There is a brief POV from him in a flashback from the night of his and Reader’s ✨first time✨ that will appear in Part II. The first time scene occurs during the Hashira training arc/right before infinity castle begins, so you will see a certain sun breather trying to get Giyuu to train with him as he makes his way toward the shrine to see his girl and pop her cherry

As for Netherwood…

😈😈😈

I will say, I know I have y’all stressed but many of you all commented on the strength of Sanemi and Reader’s love in Part III — just remember that! And remember how hard they both fought to get back to one another. That matters!

Regarding whether Sanemi had any “girlfriends” between Kanae and Reader — I’m not so sure he did. One, because he was pretty isolated in the Wood at his cabin, guiding strangers. Two, I think his “experience” is probably less than you’re thinking — he might not have been a virgin but he also wasn’t a sex god by any means. Reader has no experience prior to Sanemi, so I imagine she’s a bit biased when it comes to him — it probably seems like he’s much more experienced than she is by comparison. I think he knows enough about the mechanics and then just goes by pure instinct.

I’ve joked with a couple of mutuals that were she to talk to Kotoha she’d probably be like “what do you MEAN it’s not normal for your partner to have a knot?? How else does he keep all that cum insane??”

Thank you for the kind message, my friend!! I love when you all pop in and ask questions about the fics or even share your reactions. It truly makes my day. And thank you for checking in! Depression has been a bitch lately but I’m focusing on trying to make it MY bitch.

Please take care of yourself! I’m sending love and light your way.

PS — my head refers to you as my “Bublé” anon — like Michael Bublé.

🤍🤍🤍

#🍑’s asks #🫧 anon #demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka

[lorata]

Just had an important exam go awfully and I’ve been rereading everything you’ve put on A03 to cheer myself up. Just popping up to say thank you for everything youve posted. Over the years it’s become my comfort read whenever things go badly

one time in undergrad i crammed so hard for a final that on the day i blanked and literally wrote nothing. as in like, it was a japanese exam and i couldn't even remember how to write my name in katakana despite having studied for 5 years

WHICH IS TO SAY i send all my commiseration and i fully endorse stress relief through putting characters in situations

to that end, here's an old thing I wrote and i ..... think ....? i never posted, of Petra having a worse day than me

(and if i already posted it and forgot....... YOU'LL HEAR IT AGAIN!)

Petra expected the sleep deprivation tests. It makes sense, given everything else that the Centre prepares them for, that they’d want to see how their tributes perform when pushed to the limit. It makes sense because the Centre makes sense, because the rules make sense, because that’s how the world works and anyone who wants to get anywhere needs to come to terms with that. Petra has a long time ago, whether she likes it or not, and she knows better than to complain.

It’s just. It’s just. When she imagined the sleep deprivation tests, she always pictured taking them alone.

Petra closes her eyes, imagining not sleep but silence, beautiful and dark and filling the room with its wonder and pushing out everything else. Pushing out the irregular beeping and humming and whining noises coming from the speakers at the ceiling; pushing out the sound of her own breathing, rough and ragged and rasping and much too loud. But most importantly, pushing out the sound of her test partner on the far side of the room, who’s decided to deal with the lack of sleep by talking to himself non-fucking-stop.

“Lachlan,” Petra says in what the Centre should give an award for being the nicest voice a person could possibly manage in this kind of situation. “If you don’t stop talking I’m going to make you stop talking. I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

Lachlan ignores her, continuing on the steady stream of babble. The words don’t even register anymore; at one point he’d been talking about his sisters, growing up in the merchant part of town and how they used to drag him out to look at fabric in the windows and beg their father to trade for some. That didn’t even make sense — who gets excited about fabric, what is wrong with civilians — and so Petra eventually tuned out the meaning, but it hasn’t stopped him from talking. His voice has gone dry and scraping but he keeps going, hands fisted in his hair.

A shadow moves in the corner, and Petra tenses and curls her hand around her knife but doesn’t move. It’s not real. It’s not real, it’s her brain playing tricks, because the first ten, fifteen times it showed up she attacked it and wound up crashing into the walls with nothing. It’s just her and Lachlan in the room no matter what she sees, because the walls are solid and she would know if a door opened to let someone in. She would know.

(She would know, wouldn’t she?)

It’s not just the room. There have been other tests, agility tests and weapons tests; after 24 hours and 48 hours they had to spar with each other while the trainers counted out each time their moves went sloppy, and they had to scale the rope and the climbing wall and do pushups while counting aloud. They only had to count to ten but Petra could never get past three without losing count, and by the time she got there her muscles burned and her arms trembled and she’d practically made out with the floor more than she had all the girls in Residential.

The worst were the memory and calculation tests, lists of numbers to add together or words to remember and repeat back. Petra rattled off the death list well enough, deeply ingrained in her brain like that, but everything else is a blur. She thinks she got all the answers right — it feels like she did — but Petra knows that arrogance and cockiness are in her file so she needs to be realistic. Maybe she passed, maybe she didn’t; she won’t know her score until the end. Every few hours they’re brought out and given another round, and Petra hopes they don’t make her write anything next time because all she’s going to manage is KILL LACHLAN over and over and over.

Air brushes the back of her neck, and this is a sealed room and how could there be air if something isn’t moving — Petra whirls and slashes with her knife but there’s nothing there. She hisses, moves with her back to the corner and keeps tracking. Lachlan, on his end, hasn’t stopped croaking.

“Lachlan, if you don’t stop I’m going to kill you,” Petra says. He keeps going and so she raises her voice to match him, their words spilling over each other. “I’m going to go over there and I’m going to cut out your tongue and feed it to you while you choke on the blood, and then I’m going to cut out your eyes and stuff them down your throat but I’ll give you a tracheotomy so you can keep breathing because I don’t want you dead yet, I want you to suffer because you are driving me crazy. You’re driving me crazy and I’m going to get a bad score and it’s going to be all your fault and then I’m going to find you and make you sorry, or you could just stop talking —“

On and on and on, until Petra can’t tell her voice from Lachlan’s anymore, the two of them rasping away on opposite sides of the room. A few times the shadows move and something lunges but Petra throws her knife and kills it, and once she’s sure it’s dead she retrieves the knife and goes back to her corner. Don’t kill Lachlan, she reminds herself, he’s her ally and she hasn’t been given the signal to kill him yet and she has to follow the rules, but she tells him what she’s going to do as soon as she’s allowed and it soothes her, calms her, to have a plan because plans are good.

Finally the door opens and light floods the room; Petra leaps to her feet and so does Lachlan, and they’re both swaying but they stand at attention because that’s what you have to do.

“And that’s time,” says the trainer from a million miles away. “Good job, both of you. Go to bed and we’ll have evaluations tomorrow.”

Evaluation means there’s something to evaluate and tomorrow means she’ll be here tomorrow, and both of those mean she passed. Petra laughs and pumps the air with her fist, and the shadows still move and her trainer’s face is screwed up in a terrifying rictus — or is it a mask, a mutt-mask — but she passed and so did Lachlan. She staggers out the door and heads out down the hall to her room.

She doesn’t remember getting there but she must have, because she wakes up in her own bed, flopped on top of the covers. Someone took the knife, though.

Petra sleeps for fourteen hours and no one comes to wake her, which is another sign she did well. Once she wakes Petra drags herself up to the shower, and she scrubs her fingers through her hair and holds her face up to the spray, letting the cool needles of water bring the blood back. She looks like shit when she catches herself in the mirror, bloodshot eyes and dark, hollowed sockets, but one of the older girls showed her a trick for that. It takes a few minutes, but Petra turns the water in the sink on full cold and scoops up handfuls, pressing it against her face and gasping at the shock.

By the time she finishes and pats her face dry, the circles under Petra’s eyes have faded. She grins at her reflection, pinches her cheeks to bring back the blood flow, and runs her fingers through her hair to let it start to curl.

The last thing she wants to do after three days without sleep is worry about what she looks like, but no Two ever won the Games by looking unattractive. Nobody in the Capitol wants to see a Victor who looks like a mutt chewed them up and spat them out, and Petra heads back to her room to change into a fresh uniform before she makes it out to the cafeteria.

Not all the others in her year have made it, and Petra gives herself a small high-five. Selene is there, of course she is, and she’s not stupid either; she’s done the same as Petra, made sure she looks a little less like death before coming in, but some of the girls are slumped over the table, hair mussed and faces pale.

“Chipmunk made it, huh,” Selene calls out, poking desultorily at her plain oatmeal. There’s fresh fruit on the breakfast bar, at least, and Petra grabs herself an apple and two peaches along with the bowl of unappetizing mash and the mandatory protein shake. “Thought you would’ve chewed through the walls.”

“Ha, ha,” Petra says, dropping into her chair. Normally she’d be at Selene’s throat, but she’s tired enough not to care and just rested enough after her sleep to be charitable. “How’d you do? I wanted to kill Lachlan, he wouldn’t shut up.”

Selene grins, sharp and triumphant, and Petra raises her eyebrows. The last time she looked like that, she’d driven a girl out of the training room in tears and Sarah hadn’t come back the next day. “I actually did try to kill Adam. He flipped out, started screaming for the trainers. They had to come take him out.”

As a general rule Petra tries not to approve of anything Selene does, but Adam is the most annoying boy in her year. She’ll never forget being dared to kiss him when they played spin the dagger, how he’d shoved his tongue down her throat and then acted all boo-hoo baby when she chomped down hard enough they both choked on the blood. Adam is annoying and entitled and the only bad thing is that Petra wished she’d had the honour of driving him out of the Program.

Petra cracks up, and Selene is grinning and Petra hates her but she hates boys more, and Petra leans her head against the table and laughs until she can’t breathe. “We need to convince Lyssa to break into the office,” Petra says finally. Lyssa is the best at picking locks; she’s gotten them all their files so they can see exactly what the Centre has on them. If Selene had taken a shot for every time hers said insubordination she’d be dead now. “I would kill to see that.”

Selene tosses her a showy wink, and Petra snorts and picks up the peach, tossing it in her hand before taking a big, juicy bite.

Later the trainers tell her she got a high pass, and Petra revels in it for all of half an hour before finding out that so did Selene. It makes sense — in the Arena, responding to lack of sleep with instinctive murder is a pretty good reflex — but Petra still grumps and takes it out on the targets at the throwing range. The only consolation is that she catches Selene stomping over to the crossbows, which means she’s just as annoyed about Petra’s score as Petra is about hers.

That cheers her up, and Petra grins and gets the next bulls-eye with her eyes closed, just because she can.

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #my writing #oc: petra

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NOT TO BRAG! BUT I GET THE BEST LETTERS! THE MOST WONDERFUL LETTERS FROM THE MOST WONDERFUL FRIENDS!!

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#PAPYRUS MAIL

[amethystina]

Oh gosh, sorry to hear you’ve been getting lots of critiques recently. Even when it’s valid and solicited criticism can be rough, and the out of the blue stuff is always worse :/ And I say that as someone who works in the arts for a living.

I wish I had something better to say than that every artist you admire has likely felt the same way at one point or another, as even the best of the best of the best get complaints, but I don’t, so know at least that you’re in good company. (In theatre we actually have a saying that the day you can truly call yourself a professional is the day you get your first really bad review, so I always take comfort in the universality of the experience, even if it super fucking sucks lol)

I know I could also tell you that your writing is phenomenal and for every person who has a complaint there’s a bunch more who are having the BEST time (myself included xD), but I also know that doesn’t fix it when someone’s made you doubt yourself. For the record though, I will say it. Your writing IS phenomenal, and it DOES bring both me and others quite a lot of joy. I get very excited every time I see you’ve updated (either fic that I’m reading xD), and I find it genuinely a bonus that this particular story is so long. Because it means that the experience of reading it for the first time doesn’t have to be over yet.

I’m VERY much rambling now, but try and be kind to yourself is I guess at the heart of what I’m saying. Take care of yourself, take your time, and come back to things when you’re ready. You’re allowed to feel hurt, or doubtful, or whatever, and if time is what you need to take care of yourself, then you should take it <3.

To be honest, I would be genuinely surprised if I was somehow able to avoid getting criticism. It's just a natural part of posting online, it would seem, no matter one's skill level or the fandom.

And, usually, I can handle it pretty well. It just so happens that everything piled up on the same day and that got a little overwhelming. It honestly felt a bit like the universe was ganging up on me for no apparent reason xD

Thank you so much for your kind words, though 💜 It's true that there are no immediate fixes to the kind of doubts that arise from unsolicited criticism, but it certainly helps to know that there are people who enjoy what I do. Because, in the long run, it's not about writing the most perfect, flawless fic, but rather sharing the joy and excitement I feel over the stories that I write. So thank you so much for taking the time to tell me 💜

And yeah, I'm doing my best to rest right now, partly because I did end up getting sick. So I've mostly been drawing highly questionable Strangers From Hell fanart and, earlier today, I hyper-fixated for hours and randomly did a playlist for Who Holds the Devil. Which is VERY unexpected since I don't really connect music to my writing?

I blame @sofapup17 who made a wonderful playlist for my Strangers From Hell fanfic, which I've been looping while drawing the aforementioned fanart xD (and I also stole three songs from it to my own playlist ;D ) And that of course made me wonder if I could do one, too. Turns out that I can! It's hella long but, uh, that's both on-brand and appropriate considering the fanfic, I guess? I honestly didn't expect to find as much music as I did.

So yeah. While I'm not writing on Who Holds the Devil right now, I'm keeping busy with other creative projects. There never seems to be a shortage of those, somehow x'D

Thank you again for your kind words. The fact that so many people are willing to take time out of their day to cheer me up is so incredibly humbling. Thank you 💜

#Amethystina Replies #wolfandrain #I'm honestly a bit all over the place #I should be editing the next chapter of my Strangers From Hell fic #But it contains a sex scene #And they are the bane of my existence #Editing is a chore in itself #But editing sex scenes is the literal worst x'D #So I'm procrastinating #By drawing and making pointless playlists instead #So yeah #That's where I'm at right now

[acacia-may]

Some Blog Updates, My Apologies, and Words of Explanation of What Has Been Going On Around Here Lately...

I really am sorry for the sporadic way that things are having to be run around here. For everyone who has pending asks and requests from months ago, I am so sorry I can't fulfill them for you right now. I have not forgotten about you and still plan to respond to all the asks as soon as I am feeling better. In an ideal world, I would respond to all asks in the order they were received and wouldn't have so many promises still pending out there, but unfortunately, that isn't something I can do right now due to serious chronic health issues.

I have still been writing a few self-indulgent pieces as a form of escapism & coping when I can, if only to try to keep my spirits up during what has been an extremely difficult time for my health, and I hope you all understand that this isn't me ignoring you in favor of working on personal projects rather than on fulfilling my obligations. I do genuinely feel very guilty for leaving you & your asks/requests hanging, but honestly writing "self-indulgence" is generally all I even barely have the energy for at the moment when it comes to fic writing since it takes the pressure off of making something "perfect" for the one who requested it and I find a little extra energy in my own passion and self-indulgence for the topic.

That said, I started that new ask game with the song + heacanon because it was easy for me (and didn't require a lot of effort or writing on my part) so I thought it was something I could actually fulfill for you as a thank you for being patient while you all wait for the bigger, more time-consuming asks.

I really am sorry for not explaining this better before, and if anyone has been confused or hurt by this, I am very, very sorry. That was never my intention. I have included more details below the cut in case anyone wants a more detailed explanation. These are not excuses, just my attempts to explain where things are and what's going on since I understand how it may look out of context and I didn't want there to be confusion or hurt feelings.

Thank you all for being so kind and so patient and for sticking around through all of this chaos! Cheers & much love to you all, friends! Please take care of yourselves. 🥰

As I'm sure some of you know from previous posts, I have been on and off hiatus due to severe chronic health issues for the past several months. The flare of my illness plus accompanying debilitating fatigue has unfortunately forced me to give up most things in my life (both online & in the real world) while I go for treatment & try to recover. Please know that it has never been by choice that I haven’t been around.

All of that said, writing fanfiction has always been a sort of an escape for me and a way for me to cope when I’m dealing with these kinds of serious health problems, so I have still been writing a little bit whenever I am able as a sort of outlet & escapism, but it’s mostly only the most self-indulgent pieces--trying to keep up spirits during what has been a very difficult time. To be perfectly honest with you, I feel the writing I have been doing recently has not been my best work, and I know there have been lots of problems with it (i.e. continuity errors with the canon, dumb spelling mistakes, and grammatical errors ect.) which have been kindly and constructively pointed out by others or mortifyingly noticed by me then fixed--and I do feel a little insecure about the roughness of my recent work to tell you the absolutely truth. 😅 That said, since it is mostly all self-indulgent, I tell myself that it's okay that it’s not perfect because it’s just for me.

Which leads me to the matter of my inbox and all the pending asks. I am so sincerely sorry for all the delays, and I have felt so guilty for having to leave everyone hanging. However, as you have probably guessed from my bleeding heart for fictional overachieving perfectionists, I myself am an overachieving perfectionist, and I know I would feel much guiltier trying to fulfill my requests knowing that whatever I could come up wouldn’t be my best work (since I am unfortunately lacking the health and energy to do that at the moment). I always want to give my best work to everyone who writes into this blog, but this is especially true when you have already had to wait such a very long time for something I have promised. I spend a lot of time on all of my headcanon and fic requests and answers to asks because I really just want it to be perfect and good enough for the person who asked for it. Since I feel like I can’t do that right now, I have decided to put the majority of my asks on hold rather than trying to fulfill asks with what I know will be my roughest work. I promise if you do have an ask in my inbox right now, I see you and I love you. I have not been ignoring you or forgotten you. I just want to give you my best work, and I can't do that right now so I've been holding on to your ask until I feel that I can.

All of that said, I have felt so bad and so guilty for leaving you all hanging (especially while I've been working on personal projects) so I thought of that new game I made because it was something I felt I could actually fulfill and complete, since it didn't require as much effort or writing on my part. It mostly consisted of songs that I pulled from fandom, character, and ship playlists I had already made, and the headcanon tends to go with the song in such basic terms it almost writes itself: i.e. the song mentions going to the beach, so the headcanon is this character’s favorite beach activity is building sandcastles (or something like that). It’s honestly just kind of silly but I felt I owed everyone something I thought I could do (if that makes sense?). The writers ask game I reblogged is just personal questions about my writing process—easy, short answers and low pressure, so that’s kind of in the same “I can do this category.” I plan to wrap up the asks for both of these games, and I don't know what will happen after that. Maybe we'll have to keep playing easier games like that for a little while or (hopefully) I'll be feeling well enough to circle back to more serious, time-consuming asks. I honestly can't say.

In the meantime, I wanted to reiterate how sorry I am for all the delays and also if there has been any distress, disappointment, miscommunication, or hurt feelings for how things have been having to be run around here. I'm sorry this blog has not been run in the way I had hoped or planned, but please know I am still trying my best to make wholesome content for you all to enjoy.

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck around during this chaotic and difficult time and for your continued support! Cheers & Much Love!! 💕

#blog updates #acacia's ramblings

[aqqleshiqqing-archive]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Oh man it's been a fun ride!! As we speak, it has reached 12:00 AM sharp from where I am, and the year 2022 has finally come to a rest! I've had a blast being here, it's going to be my second year (Around the end of January!) making this selfship blog my lovely little home of comfort 💚 I've grown so much, both in my art and learning to appreciate myself and having friends around me, here specifically. I've made so many wonderful mutuals and I still am!

Admittedly during the start of 2022, a lot of mixed thoughts came over me, especially after the typhoon that happened last year at exactly December, it was a difficult time, but I pulled through eventually. I graduated and I'm now a senior high student, a lot of negative, personal and emotional stuff happened to me in the sidelines but I wouldn't be here typing this if it weren't for the joy I was able to form in here, in both making my silly selfships and to receive love and continued support for me being a silly selfshipper. I am really proud of what I'm able to make, and is STILL making - and I want to be here as long as I can!

I'm very happy with the things people said, done and given to me, especially with the overflowing support I had with Tom, because he actually became one of the biggest f/os I have and he's still going! I am in a bit of a fandom shift at the moment, but he's still there hehe 💚

I thought about making a year end art summary because I'm definitely quite proud with my art as I tried to go beyond my comfort zone, so here it is!

I can definitely notice a shift in improvement, I think that's amazing!! There's still so much more I want to practice on, but I am very much satisfied with this 🥺

For my new years resolution, I want to step up my game and try to make animations? I've made an animatic already, but perhaps I can do better this year! I want to focus on more full body art as well since that's one of my weaknesses haha and I just want to get better in art in general since there's no such thing as stopping in art! You always find something new :)

And lastly, this one's quite simple but I want to give a shout out to the people who dropped lovely messages on my tree during the Christmas week! I found myself going emotional over them huhu again thank you guys a lot!

They're honestly one of the reasons why I still keep going, the amount of kind words inspire me to keep going because I eat compliments every single time 😭, but honestly? You guys are AMAZING. You guys helped me get out of situations where I was in a rough time, especially with commissions as I use the earnings to make life bearable if not perfect, and again, if it wasn't for you all I wouldn't be here!! Even to those I don't interact fully - but simply like my posts, I appreciate it! I look forward to being a continued part of the community as we press forward to 2023!! Cheers everyone! 💚🎉💚🎉

#~ misc #might have to deal with the fireworks soon because im partially phonophobic but its okay!! #~ rambling

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This is an EXO-CBX appreciation post.

A brief break from our usual programming to shoutout EXO-CBX for standing up to unjust treatment. I can’t imagine how terrifying it must have been and must still be in their shoes, publicly going up against such a massive corporation that has heretofore controlled their careers…but I know their members have their backs on this, and hopefully this will set a precedent to help others in the industry.

I became a fan of EXO in the summer of 2014, which was, to put it simply, a very uncertain and strange time to become a fan of the group. Seeing the information about the lawsuit has caused me to think back to my initial impressions of them, and what a journey it has been with them over the years. This is an EXO-CBX appreciation post.

Xiumin was one of the first members I remember noticing during different performances and shows. Sure, he was uniquely adorable (protect the hamster), but I was more surprised by the kind of understated maturity he radiated within his cuteness; he would be playful and mess around with the others, but there was always this quiet calm he had in the midst of EXO chaos. It’s a tough job, being the eldest, needing to balance different roles. He’s always been a bit more in the background—happy to support and add on, rather than take center stage, and you can tell how his members appreciate him.

What a rock Jongdae has been. It’s amazing how consistent he is, how loyal and supportive he has continued to be in tough times. It’s telling when every member of a group agrees that this is the kindest person around, a vocal powerhouse who’s gotten such rough treatment over the years for falling in love and having kids. Through it all, Jongdae has stayed gentle and steady. Every member brings something so necessary to the group, but I think of Jongdae as being, in some respects, the soul of the group.

And then there's Baekhyun—a clever mischief-maker, the apotheosis of beagle-line chaos, our sweet songbird. From the start, I’ve been torn between fond exasperation and bewilderment watching his variety show antics, because it’s impossible not to smile at this funny little brother’s actions. As someone whose personality probably more closely resembles Suho’s, I deeply appreciate friends who don’t let me take myself too seriously or get stuck in ideas of perfectionism, and I see lightening everyone up as part of Baekhyun's charm. No matter how much Baekhyun (and squad) tease their leader, there’s such love that runs underneath in the inside jokes and affectionate roasts. Baekhyun is known as a prankster and joker, but within that he looks after his people. Even after all he’s gone through for having a personal life, he really maintains that joy and warmth.

I know it's important not to put celebrities on a pedestal--everyone is human. This post isn't saying these men are perfect angelic robots, just that from everything I've seen in following this group for nearly ten years, I have faith in them to stick together and overcome whatever faces them; and I know from the outpouring of support that EXO-L will cheer them on the whole way.

We are one, and always OT9. Let's love<3

#exo #exo-cbx #alwaysot9

[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

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1. sorry if this is a repeat. I had an error when submitting. I can't find this though I swear I bookmarked it. WWX is fatally injured walking back from Caiyi, LWJ locks himself in the Jingshi and all anyone can hear is DEEPLY unsettling guqin music. When it stops LXC goes in braced for the worst, then finds WWX alive. LWJ had invented a new kind of demonic cultivation to revive WWX.

FOUND! a song you've never heard by arahir (g, 4k, WangXian, Canon compliant, Presumed dead, Angst with a happy ending, podfic read by raitala)

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2. Do you know the fic where wwx goes to gusu and the lans give him a white stone to use to cleanse him of demonic cultivation? Then the stone begins to turn black? I think there might be the reveal that wwx has no golden core? I'm sorry I can't remember anything more!

FOUND! 🧡a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence)

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3. Hello! I'm looking for a fic I read at least a year ago, maybe more, where wwx is in really bad shape when he takes the wens to the burial mounds - like combo chronic pain, starvation, depression/ptsd I think - and it's like "damn it's a good thing wen qing and her family are healers". Unfortunately I remember nothing else about the story except the wens making sure he gets as much sunshine as he can in the bm and forcing him to rest a lot. Thank you, even if you can't help! I know it's not much to go on. 

Hello! I'm number 3 on post/683884721300717568! (Hopefully I did that right) Unfortunately the suggested fic "I had to abandon myself" isn't the one I was thinking of, though it WAS extremely lovely and scratched an itch for me. I really appreciate everything you do! Thank you very much!

NOT FOUND! i had to abandon myself (you took all of me) by justdoityoufucker (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Novel Characterizations, LWJ fucks a core into WWX)

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4. Hey!! Everything y’all do is wonderful and i appreciate all the hard work you put in! I was wondering if y’all could help me find a fic. Lan Wangji is a single dad to Wen Yuan. He meets Wei Ying for the first time in a store where Wwx already knows Wen Yuan and he says wen yuan saved his life because he’d been in a really rough patch and jiang yanli or someone would send him pics of wen yuan to cheer him up. he keeps calling wen yuan a baby and lwj keeps correcting him bc he’s one so no longer a baby. that’s al i remember thanks for the help!

FOUND? box your errors by mellowflicker (G, 42k, wangxian, modern, single dad LWJ, domestic fluff, family issues, slow burn, kid fic, hurt/comfort, pining)

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5. hi! ummm I´m looking for an omega verse fanfic I last saw on ao3 I think. Where Wei Ying´s ghost protects Lan Zhan from his punishment(lashes) and Lan Zhan gets expelled from the clan and goes to live in the burial mounds with A-Yuan, and i think Wei Ying is a Yiling local god or something

FOUND? Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, graphic depictions of violence, canon divergence,Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, GodWWX, God & Goddesses au, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell)

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6. Hi - I thought I had this one bookmarked, but can’t find it! Canon divergent- WWX and LWJ don’t meet at Cloud Recesses, but LWJ travels a lot and comes to Yiling when WWX is at the Burial Mounds with the Wens and they meet and fall into an affair. Kind of a sugar baby thing. Includes art by the author. @sam-watchingtv

FOUND! Awaiting Your Return by Karmiya (E, 118k, wangxian, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, found family, age difference, discussion of childhood abuse, WIP)

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7. hey to the new mod!!! (Hello~ Mod C) as always thank you all for doing this! for the next fic finder there's a fic where the lans as a whole get drunk like it was a planned thing by the jins some fruity tasting thing the lan camp thought was tea and then a drunk LWJ ends up in WWX room who i think was injured b4 already. anyway i remember there was crying from wwx and misunderstanding and i think not sure a golden core reveal (I'm pretty sure this is about the same fic I accidentally deleted a previous ask about 🥲 - Mod C)

FOUND? The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 51k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) (No rape actually occurs, LWJ just forgets due to alcohol that WWX concented ~ Mod C)

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8. Hello, I'm looking for a fic and I hope this is where I ask.  It's a modern AU, I think it's set when wangxian are in high school but it might be earlier.  I remember that lxc and lwj are living with their parents, the parents are happy together.  It's a series I think? One of the fics is lwj and lxc retaliating against each other with petty pranks, like lwj uses up all of lxc's favorite tea and lxc replacing all of lwj's socks with cutsey cartoon socks.  Please help!

FOUND? MDZS modern AU Series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Birthday Fluff, Sleepovers, Friendship, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Brotherly Bonding, bit OOC, Pining, One-Sided Attraction, or so lwj thinks)

FOUND? A sip of vinegar by Aki_no_hikari (G, 1k, wangxian, modern, pining, one-sided attraction, or so LWJ thinks)

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9. Hi! Very new here and am not sure if the format. Please feel free to sternly tell me if I'm doing something wrong! C: I'm looking for a fic where wwx is kind of an empress (not 100% sure). I just remember this one scene where jgy (who I think is married to lxc) waits outside wwx palace early, knowing wwx doesn't get up early, to implicare him and make everyone think wwx is mistreating him. Thank you for your awesome recs, also!

FOUND? true gold fears no fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 52k, wangxian, royalty au, historical au, arranged marriage, identity porn, emperor LWJ, empress WWX, pining, misunderstandings, eventual happy ending, WIP) description doesn't quite match, it's Su She lying in wait in ch 10 not JGY, but Su She is definitely acting on JGY's behalf so idk maybe

FOUND? Bound Only by the Sea by levament (E, 271k, wangxian, royalty au, ABO, politics, hurt/comfort, mpreg, light angst w/ happy ending, cinderella fusion-ish, implied/referenced child abuse, WIP)

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10. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian has to play dead during the sun shot campaign and he gets kicked down stairs by Wen Ruohan in front of Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan kisses Wei Ying once he finds out he's alive. I also remember that there was no Yiling Patriarch in this Fic. @bunnylover24

FOUND? the universe would turn to a mighty stranger by RavenclawLoki (T, 11k, WangXian, Angst, Eventual Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Set during ep 12) It's the indoctrination camp and Wen Chao rather than the sunshot campaign and WRH though

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11. Hi! Hope you are doing well~ I would like to ask for your help to find a fic, in it, MXY finds he has a little brother, who happens to be WWX reincarnated, their mom actually calls him Mo Ying, but with a different character, and there is kind of a romance betweem MXY/XY. Thank you!!

FOUND? so sad in my head (feeling like a curse) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 24k, MXY/XY, LWJ & MXY & WWX, canon divergence, family feels, pining, reincarnation, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, PTSD, self-worth issues, slow burn) (or; mo xuanyu comes home to see that he has twin brothers, and worries himself sick taking care of them.)

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12. Hello! I am looking for a fanfic I read a while ago. It's a time travel fanfic, in which modern wwx! Times travel back to the past to help yllz!wwx? Something like that, I remember him being able to time travel because of this book that was given to him by baoshen sanren. I don't know if the fic was deleted or I just can't find it:(

Hello! I Am number 12 in the fix finder and unfortunately it is not ' Crazy Little Thing Called Time by kippalittlefox ' :( I am afraid the fic might have been deleted.

For #12! It's definitely the Across Years series with the sequel "I am Loved" by yareyarejojosan. Unfortunately I believe they deleted their whole account

NOT FOUND! Crazy Little Thing Called Time by kippalittlefox (T, 11k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, getting together, angst w/ happy ending)

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13. Hi! I hope you're doing well. I was hoping you could help me find this fic. It's about President LWJ who is reunited with WWX, who's now a CIA agent. I can't remember the title of the fic so I was wondering if you could help me find it. If you don't, it's okay 👌 @globsnaps

FOUND? Your Name On My Chest by Anonymous (T, 74k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Pining, Post-Break Up, Heavy Angst, Getting Back Together, President!LWJ, Spy!WWX)

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14. Hello Mods~~ I have a fic I’ve been trying to find but can’t :’( The fic is one where XuanLi, Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling, Lan Wangji and I think Nielan (maybe Nie Huaisang too?) are immortal and live on a island and Wei Wuxian was also immortal but he gave it up to save Jin Ling and later on reincarnated as A-Yuan’s adopted father and A-Yuan, Lan Jingyi and I think Ouyang Zizhen but I could be wrong, all die in a cave while on a field trip but wake up and find out they’re immortal now too, kinda like that old guards movie. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng I think are sent to retrieve them and Wei Wuxian shows up at the site where his kid went missing and runs into Lan Wangji but doesn’t remember him or his previous life. I remember Wei Wuxian doing some kind of array to save Jin Ling and Meng Yao I think stole it and used it to save himself by killing Nie Mingjue? and a secret basement/safe that was being kept closed by an array Wei Wuxian created. Also the junior quartet sneaking off the island while everyone was sleeping…Thank you ~^_^~

FOUND! 🧡The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reincarnation, Modern AU, The Old Guard AU, Temporary Character Death)

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15. hello! i love your blog :) im looking for a wangxian fic, pretty sure it was a wip, rated E, and an AU of howl's moving castle with lwj as sophie and wwx as howl? i remember the first chapter had lwj meeting with lxc during a festival, but there was a disconnect between them bc they hadn't spoken in so long. thank you!

FOUND! a heavy burden by luckymarrow (E, 11k, WIP, WangXian, Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, Howl's Moving Castle Fusion, YLLZ!WWX as Howl, LWJ as Sophie, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Found Family, Multiple Universes, Pining, Worldbuilding, Invisibility, light body horror)

NOT FOUND! Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 41k, wangxian, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion, personified Chenqing, canon typical violence)

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16. Hi! I hope you can help. I'm trying to find a fic that I only remember vague bits of, but maybe someone will know it. All I can remember is that WWX was at Burial Mounds and LWJ, Nie HuaiSang, and Jiang Cheng were living there too and everyone thought he had a harem. WWX and NHS were writing and illustrating dirty books and selling them pretty much and LWJ was super jealous. Thanks!

FOUND! The Yiling Patriarch's Harem Drama by nirejseki (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Crack, Accidental Harem)

NOT FOUND! Come From My Inkstone by magicgenetek (M, 150k, WIP, WangXianSangNing, Crack treated seriously, Canon Divergence, Slow burn, Polyamory)

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17. I'm not sure if I'm doing this right(apologies if it isn't) but I'm looking for a fic where wei ying ends up in ghost city and ended up being adopted by hualian as their little brother. Wei ying also becomes a calamity with a title of something knowing dreams. He later on timetravels back to gusu study days where only wangxian is aware that they have timetraveled. Theres also a scene where wei ying basically corrects lan qiran during class and ends up teaching the class for a bit before getting kicked out.

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18. Could I maybe ask for help finding a fic? I'm fairly sure it was multi chaptered and complete. Madame yu was secretly a concubine of jin guangshan's before she married jiang fengmian. I think jiang fengmian couldn't sire children? And jiang yanli and jiang Cheng were both actually jin guangshan's though I think only madame yu knew. It comes out near the end I think. And madame yu becomes jin guangshan's concubine again and both jiang kids become servants I think? And madame yu might lose her arms maybe??? That's all I can remember thank you so much!

FOUND! Pretty sure this one is OOC! by A_flower_in_the_snow (T, 106k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, ooc LWJ, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ, possessive LWJ, hurt WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, temporary amnesia, dark JYL)

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19. Hi! I've been looking for a fic from a while ago; its a completed fic, where WWX joins as a first responder/fire fighter. NMJ is the chief, and LWJ is one of the best medics. A couple of scenes I remember are WWX descending off a cliff to rescue YZY from a car, LWJ trying to protect A-Yuan during a tsunami, a traffic light issue causing LWJ to hit a car in an intersection with his ambulance, JGS causing issues with equipment that almost cost JZX his arm? I've tried filtering for firefighters, and natural disasters, and even modern aus over 100k, but it seems to have vanished! @rebeccabobecca

FOUND! 🧡 Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi (T, 82k, WangXian, Modern au, Paramedics, Firefighters, Light angst, Mutual pining, Kid fic, Past drug use, Past child abuse, Families of choice, Domestic fluff)

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20. Hi do you guys know a fic that was based on that viral Reddit post where op was concerned because he thought he was homophobic because he hated when his roommate brought home guys to fuck ? The one where it turned out he wasn’t homophobic but jealous? I'm like 95% sure I've read a wangxian fic with this prompt but i cant find it! Thanks so much! @necroissants

FOUND? Am I (Gusu Lan Cultivator, 24 M) the Asshole? by moonwaif (M, 41k, WangXian, Modern AU, based on a Reddit post, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Jealousy)

FOUND? Standing in the Sunlight by bizzybee (T, 3k, WangXian, Fluff, Modern AU, Light angst, Happy ending)

FOUND? two gay wrongs make a gay right by interstel (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, sexuality crisis, roommates au)

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#wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic recs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #long post

[oh-stars]

The entire time that I wrote The Man That I Could Be, I never did a teaser. It's done now, but... I have an epilogue written. Well, mostly. It was supposed to be out yesterday (it was supposed to be a five chapter mini fic) or on Christmas Eve, but it's not done. I was trying not to rush the fic and being kind to myself by giving myself permission to enjoy the holidays.

However... I'm not sure if this is even something people want? The story ended so nicely, in a way that turned out to be more perfect than I could have imagined, so a true epilogue doesn't feel appropriate. So I'd like to share a few words from the epilogue and if people want to see it, then maybe I'll post the whole thing.

Without further ado, I present to you a piece from...

Now I've Found a Real Love

An epilogue to The Man That I Could Be. This does contain major spoilers for the fic.

Max seemed to be the only one not trying to hide it from him. The Saturday after Thanksgiving, Steve and Max sat side by side in her bed, mugs of hot chocolate in their hands. Max’s nightmares were particularly rough right now, with school stress and Lucas complications aggravating them. Steve doesn’t mind though. 

She laid her head on his shoulder, legs curled up as she held the mug close to her chest. 

"You alright?" Steve finally said. 

"It's whatever," she mumbled. 

"It's not." 

Max shrugged, but didn't move. "Hey, Steve?" 

Steve took a sip of his hot chocolate and hummed into the mug in acknowledgement. 

"Are we celebrating Christmas this year?" Max whispered, voice so soft and careful it doesn't even sound like her. It's eerily similar to Jane's. 

"Yeah, why wouldn't we?" 

Max lifted her head, brow furrowed. "Uh, Steve?" 

Steve just raised an eyebrow. 

She doesn't look at him, not since some kid at school made a comment about how freaky it was for her to try and make eye contact. Steve had been trying to get her to forget about that twerp's comment, had tried to get names to take care of it, but Max couldn't let it go. Now she never looked at people's faces, always toward their necks or in their general area. "Steve," she said again, "are you sure?" 

"Max, it's our first Christmas together. Of course we're celebrating." He set his mug down on her bedside table and twisted to fully face her. "Hey," he said softly. "Why did you think we weren't celebrating?" 

She sighed, but let him take the mug from her hands. "None of us were sure how you felt about it." 

Steve paused. "About Christmas?" 

Max nodded. 

"I don't have a lot of traditions or many fun memories of Christmas," if any, "but I want to change that. It's different now that I've got you and Eddie around. Why wouldn't I want to celebrate with you?" 

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Steve, you were the first person who gave me permission to be upset on the Fourth because it was the anniversary of Billy's death. So I am giving you permission to be upset on Christmas because, since you apparently are choosing to ignore it, it's the first anniversary of their deaths. And that's going to suck. So no, we didn't think you'd be thrilled about celebrating." 

Oh. 

Yeah. That made sense. 

Steve felt himself shutting down a little. It's been all too easy to forget his parents were dead. His life had moved on and it's not like they were staples in his everyday life. After those first six months, Steve stopped holding onto it. Or he thought he did, anyway. Sure it was kind of hard on his mother's birthday back in August, but Joyce and Claudia took him out to lunch to cheer him up. It was easier when he wasn't alone and even easier when he remembered that he was mourning the ‘could have been’s and not the people themselves. 

Is that a shitty thing to say? That he doesn't mourn who his parents were? 

He doesn’t care. They were shitty people. He thinks he’s allowed. 

Steve cleared his throat. "Max, I appreciate that, but... I've made peace with it--" 

"It doesn't mean it won't be hard," she countered. 

"You're right, but I'm also done letting them control me." Steve dragged his knees up to his chest, chin tucked on his arm. "I've never really gotten a chance to celebrate Christmas like I wanted to. Anything that could have been fun was a chore and..." He shrugged. "I like the idea that I have full freedom to do what I want now." 

Max carefully wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Can we get a real tree? I've always wanted one." 

Steve nodded. "You know, I've always wanted to cut my own down." 

She snorted. "Really?" 

"Yeah. I always liked the idea of finding a nice looking tree and cutting it down myself. You know, the Crowleys are out of town next week still and Eddie will be here. Maybe you can stay home on Monday and we'll go get a tree?" 

"Think we can find a place where you can cut one down?" she asked quietly. 

Steve smiled and patted her arm. "I'll look into it." They end up falling asleep not too long after that, with Max bundled under the covers and Steve teetering on the edge of the bed, he'd been so certain he'd make it back to his bed.  Oh well.

#steddie #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington angst #max mayfield #steve harrington

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Hi! I decided to check your stories on ao3 and see that you have 20?? original stories!

I am gonna start reading some but if you don't mind I have a question.

how you were able to write so much? and they seem to have similar themes but how can you write a whole different story 20 times?? that's pretty cool. I have not even written 1 yet but you inspired me now

Hello Anon!

So, the first answer didn’t come out right, and the second I accidentally deleted. Third time’s a charm? Heads up, I'm autistic and I overexplain things, so this is going to be kind of long.

Most of the stories labeled with Sheraton Academy, with the exception of two (one which is not finished yet), they were results of my wife @ohsugarfoot and I bouncing ideas back and forth on long drives. Most of those characters are from an old pbp rpg from decades ago, where we met through her character Josselin and my character Meara. We are two huge nerds who are not afraid to write self-indulgent self-fanfic! Something would remind us of a character, and we’d laugh about it, and sometimes that was it, but sometimes it would spark a conversation of ‘What if this happened? Then ‘what if this happened?’ And soon enough we have a bare bones plot, or at least some beats.

I highly recommend getting yourself a person like this! Whether you meet irl or just talk online, having a person willing to be a sounding board is SO helpful. Writing takes a long time, and it can get lonely! Having someone to cheer you on helps so much.

Some of others were often based on alternate scenarios with some of my characters (Stars in Our Hands was a genderbent ‘what if Darcey and Jordan were women, how would their lives be different in a similar setting and what would their relationship be like?) SOME were things I’d been mulling over since I was a teenager, and now I’m in my late thirties, so they’ve had plenty of time to marinate. (I wrote three chapters of the first Feeling Is First in high school, and then dropped it for fifteen years until I found an idea where the characters really worked). Most of the non-Sheraton stories were based on those initial characters and ideas, just bouncing around in my head for a decade or so! Most of them I kept to myself until they were finished, occasionally asking Sugar to look at things if I was stuck. Those were a little more lonely, but I loved the characters and telling there stories was really important to me.

In the meantime, I was sharing prompt-inspired short stories here on writeblr. I slammed them out three times a week. The first dozen or so got a lot of likes, but don’t let that fool you —most of them were people just saving the prompts I was using. I even had people reblog and delete my story so they had reblogged just the prompt (this was back when you could edit other people’s posts). It sucked! But I wrote them because I loved to write them, and I shared them here because I have a handful of friends who liked to read them. Again, look for the cheer-readers! Those are the people who will get you through the rough times.

Short stories and longform stories are totally different monsters, though, and writing something longform can take years. It’s a totally different skillset. It’s not like some other kind of art that take a few days or weeks to finish before you have something to share. That’s where things like writeblr come in! If you feel comfortable sharing works in progress, and you have a Tumblr, I’d highly suggest starting one of your own and sharing ideas! You can share excerpts, make playlists, if graphics are your thing you can make those! Involve yourself in tag games (there’s always someone making a list, and it’s a good way to meet people and make friends and acquaintances). Jump on the trends going around on Tumblr like the Comic Sans Powerpoint or the Netflix show template, off you’re able.

The internet is a big place. Eventually you will find your people. Knowing there are friends and followers and mutuals online who want to read your work is inspiring! Even if you’re a slow writer, knowing people are interested in your ideas helps so much. I know plenty of incredibly talented people who often just ramble about characters and worldbuilding ideas, too, and even that can be helpful. And it’s fun for you and for people who like your ideas to read! You can also maybe find a local writing group or discord group, although with those ymmv. There are a lot of crap ones. There are some great ones too, though! You just have to be patient and dig.

Also, keep in mind that despite the dates I posted them, I finished my first full length novel (Two Heartbeats on One Page) back in 2012. (Then of course there was beta-ing and editing and stuff, but that was when I finished the first draft.) And before that I wrote all the time in high school, even though I only finished one novel, and it wasn’t very good, haha. I had been storing these up for years (I didn’t post my first novel until 2016) and was hoarding them like dragon because I was plagiarized in high school, and I was so scared of it happening again. But then I realized that the community was worth the risk, so I jumped in.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING HERE, I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH: I am unable to work a normal job due to physical and mental disability, and my wife is the breadwinner. While I am not always able to write, often because of those things, I still have more chances to pop out a paragraph here and there. If I can’t get out of bed that day I can jot down notes on my phone. When I was writing and working before all that, I wrote much much less. If you have to work, or go to school, or take care of someone, or take care of a property, it is much, MUCH harder. It’s totally doable! But it’s a difficult balancing act so it might very well take you longer than it would if you weren’t.

As for ideas, it sounds trite, but they can literally come from anywhere. Something you overhear on the train, the taste of a certain cookie from a coffee shop you visited for the first time, a song someone is playing too loud on the radio in the car next to yours, seeing something pretty at a park. Inspiration can come from not so happy places, too, bad events that happened to or around you or loved ones, things or people you’ve lost, ways your community is failing you. Not every story is happy or has to have a happy ending.

And most of all!!! Just WRITE. Write great stuff and good stuff and bad stuff and even worse stuff. Just write, and don’t delete anything. You might hate that one scene you wrote BUT perhaps it can serve some other person in a project later. I have so many bits and bats and scraps of writing saved up. Many I will probably never use! But every word you write is a good one, because you are practicing and getting better.

I’m so glad to have inspired you!! I know this was long, I hope you got to the end. ;-; And thank you for being interested in my stories. Good luck in your future endeavors, Anon!

#ask pause things #writeblr #writing is hard #writing advice #i don't know if it's good advice or not but i hope it helps #anonymous

[nobito203]

A setback

I think it's important to acknowledge that I'm living in a world where everyone is pushing to the limit. It means that the more we get, the more successful we become. I have been doubting that a little.

It happened yesterday that I got rejected from a job I thought I would get it. It was disappointing. And it's a setback. I'm happy with how I am processing it incredibly well. It's a setback and I admit to myself that it might need to happen for me to see how I perceive my world at the moment. I can be beneficial from this setback. It's going...

Some negative feelings arises and it's a way my mind is telling me that I need a change in my life. I don't know what is gonna be yet but I appreciate the negative emotions come to me to signal that because happiness and positive emotions don't serve a really meaningful purpose besides letting me know everything needs to be the same cuz why change when it's good. I want to take this setback to test out how people around me recently has impacts on me and vice versa.

Me got rejected is not my fault, but I take responsibility to it. I'm responsible to the struggles I am choosing to suffer. That thought is very empowering me to make a change in which I might to sacrifice different things. A setback made me think about the book of Mark Manson "The subtle art of not giving a fuck". I just finished watching its documentary. It was nice to watch it. Struggles in life are inevitable, life gonna suck no matter what at some points, but I have the choice to choose what kind of struggles I want to deal with because it will only be rewarding to me at the end of it when I choose 'em.

I chose to stay home writing this today. I'm responsible for the words I'm pouring out right now. I give a fuck about the words I'm choosing. It feels pretty good not gonna lie. A setback results this.

The setback makes me scared a bit yesterday about my relationship with a girl I'm really into and talking to her a lot recently. I thought she doesn't want to do this miles-away relationship with a jobless person like me cuz she makes it clear that she doesn't do long-distance relationships. I totally get that. I was afraid this gonna take a toll on our newly-built relationship. I like her a lot. Yet, I still chose to tell her that I got rejected because honesty is what I've been showing her the whole time since the day we met. She needs and deserves to know the truth. I'm content that she took it very well, maybe a little disappointment from her I'm not so sure. She's very supportive of me. We had a silly-rough conversation but just like every time we had that kind of convo before, we came out of it stronger. She's making me want to be a different lover from I was before in my last relationship. I created an intrinsic motivation for myself to be someone who is patient with her. And I think I'm doing a good job. The setback, somehow, even makes us understanding more of one another. She'll be on another separated post for sure. I have a lot to talk about her. She's so awesome and I hope she knows that more often about herself.

My friends are supportive of me with the setback. They didn't try to cheer me up because they know it won't work. They and I chat about it. It was very relief.

Life sucks sometimes, it's inevitable. But throughout this experience that I'm still experiencing, I see a lot of good thing from it. I see how people close to me reacted to it and how I'm thankful to have them in my life. To be honest, the least I expect they're here, the happy I am that they're here with me. I understand that I come to this life with limitation, with things I will never achieve, with things that won't go my way. But out of that, I think they all serve a purpose of creating and shaping me the way I am today.

I'll be back soon with changes!!

Nov 7th 2023

-No Name

#a setback #love #gratitude

[kdd-works]

hi happy new year!!

and im not gonna ask for anything atm because i know you are in a rough place rn so i hope and wish you the best <3 i just wanted to say something to u that hopefully it can make u better at least. although im too shy to reveal myself to be honest, you make really great art! I love your artstyle and how your lineart is just perfection tbh. and even your chatbots are great! i've been enjoying them a lot too <3 it's okay to feel shitty about your art skills.. i mean, you shouldn't pressure yourself in doing things. i really enjoy it as well when you like you know, post your arts and your own ocs!

it's okay to be sad, insecure or something!! or even feel like dying. but i'm sure there's people there for you and that people that rlly rlly care for u. if you ever feel sad, i can give u some suggestions and try to distract urself from doing something that makes you happy. <3 or even listen to upbeat music to make yourself better! i wish you the best and i hope your day goes well!!

-idk some stupid anonymous person lMAOO

Knowing there are people out there that really do see me as great or even the best (the dream for me)… it helps me. It helps me out a lot. Thanks to kind people like you I really do feel so much better.

Sometimes I worry I'm all take and no give, so… please don't ever be shy to request. They cheer me up a lot. It's so fun~

Ilysm! Happy new year :3

#asks #thank you! #Anonymous

[insomniaccipher]

Alright as I'm writing this it's not long till new year and I haven't planned any of this out because I never thought I would have to but here we are with a small but chill follower count. Doubt any of them will see this since they're probably busy, asleep or whatever else.

This year, to be blunt, has been a shit storm generally and personally too. It's been a roller coaster and there were moments where I considered just packing up and just leaving.

Uni wasn't going well and I considered dropping out multiple times

My anxiety and depression was at an all time high

And life just wasn't kind this year

And of course there was the passing of Technoblade. That was rough, the worst I felt in months.

I know, I know "but you didn't even know him personally" and ya I get that. I found myself saying that to myself a lot. But he was a constant in my life, probably one of my biggest role models too, since I'm a massive introvert and his whole idea of faking confidence until you make it, really resonated with me, so here I am pretending to be confident and I'm not sure if I'm good at it. But I digress the news that he was gone felt like a part of myself was dying, that I lost a life line.

But of course, I'm sat here typing this. Even though this year was hell, there was always something there to keep me afloat.

Whether it be my two closest friends, who were always there to cheer me up or just put up with my anxious and clingy ass. We could go a solid week without talking yet, if something happened if someone was hurting, we would all be there for eachother. And I will always be thankful for them and everything they have done for me.

But there was also you guys:

When I brought up that my following was small, I don't say it to have a pity party. I say if because even if my posy only got 1 or 2 likes or reblogs, that still made my day because it was like "hey I found this kinda funny" or "hey I found this kinda interesting". I'm thankful for everyone, even if they only liked one of my posts and none of the others. You kept me going on some of my worst days where I felt like giving up.

I still have uni work to get done and I'm trying to better my mental health. Even if no one see's this, I just want to say thank you, thank you everyone. I love you all

So to everyone, whether they are still with us or have passed on.

Happy New Year

I love you all and I will forever be thankful for everything you've done for me this year ❤️

#Happy New Year #I love you all #even if there's not a lot of you #thank you all #im so happy #and crying #but mainly happy #tw depressing stuff #tw mental health #technoblade

[bardic-inspo]

do you like transformers too or are you just embracing the megatron vibes? 2. your writing has been stellar lately ahhh 3. do you have a best practices mental rundown of how you go from daydreaming to forcing yourself to sit down and put words on the page? bc I would love to gain insight bc I'm wanting to start writing again myself :0 godspeed w the next BtG chapter!! P.S. when he said he will bring the gasoline... I said WHOAAAA he said the line!!!! very exciting times :)

Hi friend! :D

No. 1 - Good/fair question! It's actually an old nickname I got in high school that's stuck with me a bit. My name was very badly spelled on a certificate and people started calling me Megatron. I ran cross-country and people would shout it at me to cheer me on during races. It died down for a few years and then I had a co-worker who thought it was the funniest thing and started calling me nothing but. I incorporated the 'h' from my actual name as a differentiator. I know basically nothing about Transformers, haha. No. 2 - THANK YOU OMG. You are so so kind <3 🥺 I really appreciate that. Encouragement is always a huge motivator <3 Number three is under the cut for length!

No. 3 - Disclaimer that of course different things work for different people, so grain of salt for all of this. I'll just speak to my own experience as a way to frame this. This ramble boils down to three things: keep track of your daydreams, set a specific output goal (preferably with a group that will help keep you accountable), and the original draft is only for you. Before I really started writing again, I started keeping an excel sheet with basically a list of scenes I thought up/about. This works with a bullet list, too. At first, there were giant gaps between them all, but gradually, my daydreams started to fill in those gaps. This can eventually serve as an outline. But I think it's really important to never stop doing this; if you're at the beginning and you have fresh ideas for the middle or the end, write them down. You'll thank yourself later. Prior to BtG, I basically hadn't written anything for years despite many vivid daydreams and I was really really struggling with breaking back into it. Then I did NaNoWriMo. Going zero to sixty like that doesn't work for everyone, but it jump-started me. The only goal became getting the words down. Not making them good or anything my inner editor wanted to do. I experimented, I changed tenses and points of view without starting the whole story over, and found what did/didn't work for me. I kept forward motion even when I'd decided that, later, I'll go back and fix certain things. I proceeded with it as if they were already fixed for the sake of continuing. I kept up with smaller word-count goals for several months after that, at which point I realized getting words down was no longer my main obstacle and I transitioned away from tracking word count at all. It absolutely doesn't need to be NaNo, and I'm personally of the opinion that NaNo is best for creating "roughest drafts" or breaking a writing drought and don't personally see myself doing it again unless I'm doing more rough-drafting. But having a known, established goal kept me from moving my goal posts, and gave me access to a community to help cheer me on or commiserate. Setting goals with a group of writer friends or doing a set-your-own-goal sort of thing like Get Your Words Out (which I'm doing presently with a habit/# writing days goal) or Camp NaNo are also great options. The other thing that helped me immeasurably was the promise I made to myself: no one but me will see the original draft. I only ended up using very, very small pieces of it in the posted versions of BtG (and I'm almost out of it entirely now!), but I have viewed it as a sort of narrative outline, and an invaluable experience not only for helping my build my writing skills, but also for showing me what not to do with certain plot points. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't gone down those routes. Bonus bit: fanfiction is just a fantastic place to start with writing. You have less pressure in terms of world/character-building and can just focus on building yourself as writer, bit by bit. 10/10 would recommend. I'm seriously flattered that you'd ask me this and please know I am cheering you on so hard in your writing endeavors <3 <3 And I swear I can't say thank you enough for the support. It means the world :) (I'm so so happy you got giddy with the title line finally cropping up!)

#asks #hiltswich #writing #megh fights the page #bring the gasoline